#nahbdeen

[zwei2x]

I was looking to do a quick pin-up in my comfortable style to see if I could… A friend suggested Radiant Nahbdeen since I like the character a lot, because he's like Varshahn's big brother!

Again, FFXIV's Au Ra scales are so relaxing to draw.

Full version + Alt here!

[yzeltia]

Happiest Starlight Ever Day 2: Winter Wonderrrland

Title: Snowwar and Peace Characters: Fuyu'li cen Zhwan, Vytra, Azdaja,Nidhana, Nahbdeen, the citizens of Radz-at-Han Rating: T Notes: After 6.5

A long purring yawn echoed through the chambers of the Meghaduta followed by the sympathetic rumble of the Satrap’s own and low squeak of Azdaja’s. Fuyu’li hummed a bit, lazily stroking the red scales of the demure dragon as she settled over his thighs as he read through an old Garlean novel. Vytra swung his head low, cocking it to examine the cover.

“A’nna Karenia by T’olstoy cen Tia. Nostalgic for your Garlemald,” the dragon asked.

Fuyu’li let his ear twitch briefly, not answering right away as he let himself be lost  description of a frozen landscape.”At times, yes. There's nothing like a long train ride in a passenger car with fine dinning. And then the deep snows of winter. When I was just the entire block’s kids would gather together in the park and have snowball wars.”

“Snowball wars?”

“Yes. Everyone would divide up and create snow barriers then hurl snowballs across the play field until we were too wet and tired to go on. It was rather fun. I don't imagine you've seen much snow have you?”

“Briefly, in my journey to recover Azdaja. And no, I do not recall a time that it has snowed in Thavnair though I'm told it does in the northern mountains.”

The dragon watched Fuyu'li read quietly. He found the Miqo'te did little else in his company. Though offered an office and his own quarters his partner seemed to prefer his little corner stacked high with times that rivaled his height and a few pillows and blankets to lounge upon. 

He had not minded it much before but with his big sister returned he found himself uneasy but could not articulate what made his gut twist so. Azdaja seemed well settled in with the other, easily curling up on his lap or back. It was not something he could do himself and that seemed to make him think of the other things he could not readily do for or with Fuyu'li. 

“If you miss your homeland, I can arrange safe passage for your return.”

Fuyu’li closed his book abruptly and looked up at Vytra, starling Azdaja off his lap, “You have been quite adamant on getting rid of me as of late.”

“It is not my wish to part company, I just fear that I have been unable to offer you proper attention as of late. I am often in my younger vessel to endear the local children to Azdaja. I often fear I deprive you of mortal comforts. I can not easily embrace you nor can we consummate-” “Shh shh shh,” the Miqo’te hissed, putting his hands over Azdaja’s ear holes, the smaller dragon letting out an amused chirp, “Not in front of your sister!”

Vyrtra let out an amused chuckle, “I do not think such things would offend her.”

Azdaja chirped as Fuyu’li released her and went to stand. “There are times that I do miss my homeland, flawed as it is, but I am happiest here with you. I can read as much as I want, have passionate peers to help pursue my research, and a partner who cares for me.”

Vytra watched as the Miqo’te threw the book under his arm then wandered out of the room. Azdaja turned to him, cocking her head before letting out a small scree as she moved to sit on the top of his head. “Passionate peers…hm….”

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Fuyu’li stumbled as he was tugged along by Varshan’s little hand, Azdaja perched upon his shoulder. He flicked his tail nervously, blindfolded and bearings long lost after winding up several staircases upward. His ears perked up as he heard the sound of the city’s children’s laughter growing in the distance. “Varshahn? What exactly is going on?”

“A moment longer. We are almost there,” the dragon said until their footsteps started to crunch about.

The Miqo’te lifted his foot curiously as he stepped on the strange substance before feeling Azdaja nip at the blind and pull it free. Fuyu’li’s eyes grew wide as he stared. The Rooftop Gardens had been covered in snow billowing out of small machines, alchemists operating each one as children and adults alike ran about, many experiencing the fabricated weather for the first time. “You did this?”

“I wanted to surprise you so I made a request. I did not mean to imply I wanted to send you away. If you feel you cannot visit home, I felt I could bring a piece of it here. The people of Radz-at-Han are special to me and so are you. Finding ways to bring both together fills me with joy.”

Fuyu’li laughed then scooped up Varshahn, giving him a spin. “It is truly amazing!”

As he set the boy down, he looked around, then blinked as Azdaja suddenly swooped from his shoulder. Blinking, he looked up in time to see Nahbdeen wind up with a ball as large as the little dragon before chucking it full force at his head. “STAY AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BROTHER,” the Radiant Host member roared.

Nidhana laughed lightly as she watched the Miqo’te get knocked back into the snow covered ground as she approached, Azdaja moving to rest on her shoulder as she squatted down by the Satrap. “What a treat this has been for everyone. I should like to try.”

Varshahn nodded, watching as the alchemist rolled a large hyur-sized ball up before lifting it high over her head and throwing it back toward Nahbdeen. The Auri soldier’s face went pale as the shadow of the ball flew over him before flattening him in a pile of snow beside his brothers. The gardens soon became a playful warzone of frozen crossfire, people choosing sides between the alchemist or the hosts. Above, Azdaja would occasionally drop a ball she’d plucked off the ground on Nahbdeen’s head. Hours melted, laughter ringing out through every corner of Radz-at-Han.

[bunningstone]

Varshahn: I rely on you, my trusted friends, to watch over one another until I return.

Nahbdeen: Take care and fair fortune, little brother. Many tears would be shed should you come to harm.

Varshahn: I would not dare make you cry.

[galianbeast]

just wanted to try doodling this guy rq cuz ppl were being mean ENOUGH

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite: Day 20

Day 20: Anon

Spoilers for Endwalker, including 6.2 patch.

The problem, Nahbdeen surmised, was that Estinien and Vrtra were at the same time perfect for each other and a complete mismatch. Vrtra wanted to be small, nonthreatening, something nobody would fear. Estinien on the other hand...if Nahbdeen read the man right (and he was a man whose book contained very short words) Estinien had a fondness for being conquered by something bigger and more powerful that had to fight for the right to do so. Something a dragon would be perfectly equipped to do if the dragon was literally anyone but Vrtra.

It was enough to make a man want to pull his hair out. 

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There was an old proverb Nahbdeen's father (rest his soul but the man was a pillock) used to use that went something like "You can only talk properly to the ones you look in the eye". It was meant to insinuate a man's inability to relate to women by referring to their inherent height discrepancy. A bit sexist,put most of the shorter races out of the running completely, and honestly not even all that true. 

Case in point: Nidhana. Unlike his Raen sisters, the Arkasodara woman was perfectly capable of looking Nahbdeen in the face without getting a stepladder. Unlike his sisters, she could talk at a level that made him feel eye-height to a Lalafell. 

"Still, I think we've really made progress with the aetherial conduits, even if the junction valves are still less dynamic than I'd like," she was saying as Nahbdeen lounged against her work table, nodding along. Not that he knew what any of this meant, but he was reading her tone more than her words on this.

"What's that translate to in terms of timeline?"

"Oh, we're still quite on schedule! I anticipate no more than a month, tops."

"Good. Because lord, those two…"

Nidhana laughed, her trunk curling up in that cute little spiral. "You do know the stated purpose of this simulacrum is combat and exploration in a hostile environment, yes? Not to improve diplomatic relations with Ishgard?"

"Given the diplomatic envoy in question, those two missions are practically the same thing."

"And your own diplomatic endeavors have nothing to do with your interest, I'm sure." Nidhana's dark-amber eyes glinted with amusement as she winked at him. Nahbdeen drew himself up, shoulders back and pompous. 

"I can't imagine what you're implying, my lady alchemist. I am merely helping the Azure Dragoon and our beloved Satrap train in the art of lance and spear combat."

Nidhana's trunk coiled up again, this time to try and stifle the sound of her laughter. "Ah, yes. All that rigorous spear thrusting. For combat purposes."

"And exercise. Don't forget, it's very essential for health," Nahbdeen added, leaning in to wiggle his eyebrows at her. 

"But of course, but of course." Nidhana covered the tip of her trunk and gripped it hard until the tremors of mirth calmed.  "Ah, Vrtra would devour me if he knew we'd been plotting all this behind his back. Or just be disappointed, which is worse."

"Trust me, once he finds out the Mark 2 simulacrum is equipped for more than slaying voidsent, he'll be too busy to be angry.."

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite: Day 17

Day 17: Novel

Took me half the month but we finally arrived at spicy content. A continuation of earlier prompts (One, Two, Three), this contains both Endwalker spoilers (pre-6.2 patch) and M/M/dragon spicy content, along with some voyeurism/exhibitionist themes.

Captain Nahbdeen looked from his satrap, curled up as small as a dragon could curl in the corner of Megadhuta's grand bedroom atop his pile of sturdy cushions, to the Azure Dragoon sitting awkwardly on a stool in the rough clothes he wore underneath his armor.

"Not that I would dare impugn your hospitality, satrap, but it does feel as if I'm the only one in the room whose mood is not 'attending my own execution."

Estinien scowled and shifted in his seat, mumbling something about getting on with it, and Vrtra just looked ashamed of himself. Nahbdeen could have slapped the both of them. Sighing, he crossed the room to sit next to Estinien, who with all the grace of a wary hippo leaned against him.

"I have one request, Vrtra?"

"Aye?"

"I want your gaze on me." He'd nearly said eyes but. Vrtra only had the one these days. "Every moment that we are intimate. If your gaze turns aside or your attention wavers, I will stop immediately. Is that a fair agreement?"

Vrtra's massive head gently bobbed and rose again, though his pose still seemed nervous. "I will agree to this."

"Good," said Nahbdeen, and pulled Estinien in for a kiss. Such an odd pair, these two. Vrtra would be so cautious, getting consent and communication at every step, but Estinien would see such things as insults to his strength that you would even consider you could harm him. The man had no skill for maintaining and establishing boundaries, which was all the more reason Nahbdeen had to be in charge here.

For all his forthrightness, Nahbdeen took them into it slowly. A slow kiss, a caressing of those exquisite cheekbones, a gentle disrobing. He kept Estinien turned around when he can, facing away from him and towards his true lover where he lays curled in the corner, tail lashing the walls. When Estinien gasped at the first trailing of fingers over his cock Nahbdeen saw Vrtra's entire body flinch, and smiled like a fiend at the sight.

A dragon generated eggs from their own aether alone, and they had neither cock nor cunt as mortals knew them. But Nahbdeen had known his satrap too long to not see how even the hungers his body lacked were ones he yearned to indulge in those that had them - that seeing the way the tiny lives around him lit up like brilliant sparks brought him joy like none other.

"Keep a watch on him," he whispers in Estinien's ear. "Don't miss it. You'll be the first man in history to send a dragon into orgasm just from seeing yours."

Estinien tried to grumble that this was nonsense, but then Nahbdeen's hand was on his shaft and his words trailed off into a meaningless babble. Poor man had clearly been touched almost as little as Vrtra, but with so much more pent up behind the floodgates for it.

Once Estinien was fully distracted, kissed and stroked to arousal, Nahbdeen pushed his luck a little further.

"Imagine what that tongue could do to you," he whispered, and the resulting loud moan indicated he'd hit success. Vrtra feared his body would repulse a man who's spent most of his life hunting dragons, but Nahbdeen's suspicion ran true - Estinien was one of the few who could approach Vrtra without fear. Who could know exactly what hurt a dragon and what pleased it, who would not have that scared animal part of their brain shrieking to flee from a greater predator into the safety of a burrow.

"Spread your legs there, man - or should i have him spread them for you? It would take only two claws to part them, he could do it with one hand."

"Fucking Fury–"

"I'm no small man, but he could manhandle you like a doll. He'd be so gentle, so tender." Nahbdeen looked up, just to make sure Vrtra couldn't hear the ideas he was planting into Estinien's head just yet, and the damn bastard was averting his gaze.

"VRTRA."

The name snapped out like a lash across the room as Nahbdeen's stroking hand frozen n place. As if he were one of the Radiant's new recruits, Vrtra's head snapped back to face them.

"I–"

"I told you. You look away, I stop. Are you so distracted you can't even remember one rule?" There was just enough iron in his voice to give Vrtra a bit of guilt, the tone of a disappointed mentor.

"I apologize. It is…this…" His head started to dip again, before Nahbdeen's retort called him to look.

Then Estinien's shaky voice interrupted them. "Vrtra. Please."

"What?" The dragon half-stood, alerted to whatever possible disaster could have caused his mortal even the slightest inconvenience. It took all of Nahbdeen's rigorous self-control not to laugh.

"I–I want you to look. Look at me." Poor man could barely string the words together, and it hadn't helped that Nahbdeen had started to move his hand again. There were Coblyns down in the diamond mines of Ul'dah who were less hard than Estinien in that moment.

Vrtra made a strange swallowing noise that Nahbdeen'd never heard before, and quickly realized was a straight-up Sisters-blessed whimper. The satrap was whimpering.

Nahbdeen wanted to bottle this moment and keep it on his mantlepiece at home. Instead he began to move again, faster now, and it was mere moments before Estinien comes with a roof-shaking shout. From the friction of his thrashing, not to mention his lovely noises, Nahbdeen wasn't far behind, leaving a mess on his backside.

In the quiet left in the wake of it Vrtra stared at the both of them–stared at Estinien adoringly, his perfect treasure, and then intoned to Nahbdeen a gentle thank you that was roughly echoed by Estinien.

Nahbdeen raised his hand and beckoned. "Good. Now you can come pay us back by cleaning this mess off your man."

"Ah, there should be some towels in–"

"Not with a towel."

Yep, he'd be bottling that one too, the look of a dragon utterly pole-axed, then doubly pole-axed at seeing the look Estinien has at the thought of it. Vrtra slowly, gently approached, jaws parted ever so slightly. The warmth of his breath could be felt yalms away against Nahbdeen's bare skin Slowly his head dipped and that great, lovely tongue extended, sliding and coiling across Estinien's thighs. Estinien smiled so softly as he raised a hand to pet that massive head, encouraging Vrtra to continue.

In that moment Nahbdeen was not there at all, bearing silent witness to the adoration between the only two people in the room.

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite Day 14

Day 14: Attrition

Ironically, Estinien was proving to be the harder sell. Getting him to agree wasn't the hard part, he'd shrugged his shoulders and looked away and muttered that he'd TOLD Vrtra their seperation from each other wouldn't be a trouble but if it made the dragon feel better he'd do it. The problem was agreement with any measure of enthusiasm.

We have a word for that sort of thing in Ishgard." Estinien said, leaning against the wall in that casually sexy way he did.

"Yes, I understand Ishgard's standards are...different."

"Hmph." Estinien chuckled. "To be fair, according to the old scripture laying with dragons is the greatest heresy possible. Anything else further down the chain from that is small popotos."

The brief flicker of humor faded from his eyes in moments. It was, frankly, rather miserable to see, like a moment of glorious sunlight before the rains set in again.

"I am sure having to tend to a mortal with a mortal's...needs...is difficult enough for him as it is." "I don't know. I think he finds it charming. Look how much like he likes pretending to be one, after all. Seems to find our bodies satisfying enough to look at." Estinien clicked his tongue, scoffing. Behind him, the setting sun gleamed through his window overlooking the rest of Megadhuta, golden light soaking into the brilliantly painted clay and stonework.

This one, though? For all that it's done to his race, as some tyrannical regime's unwitting weapon? Perhaps it is best that you be there after all, I cannot imagine how he could bear to touch me." His face seized up, as if he had said to much. Before Nahbdeen could formulate a reply he'd snatched up his lance and dropped backwards out the window. Nahbdeen had a moment of sheer armor-messing panic, and then caught the gleam of Estinien leaping to a turret twenty feet across the courtyard.

"Then I'll see you later tonight?" he shouted out across the divide. Estinien paused in his place on on the roof, lance in one hand and the other hanging from the edge of a roof eave.

"Suppose I will!" he called back, refusing to be cowed, but it was more than the setting sun's rays turning his face crimson as he leapt off into the city.

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite: Day 13

Day 13: Confluence

Contains Endwalker spoilers, but occurs before Patch 6.2.

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Even with the raw evidence of his own eyes and ears telling him he was standing next to an ancient, powerful, and venerable dragon whose father harkened from outside the star itself, all Nahbdeen saw when he looked at Vrtra was their 'Little Brother'. 

Maybe it was the fact he had four actual little siblings of his own, and had been particularly vigorous in ruffling Varshahn's hair as he passed by on one official duty or another. The way the dragon spoke, that vibrato deep voice in halting and nervous tones, even the way he pulled in his wings and hunched to make himself seem less threatening, the almost adorable way that single red eye looked sadly at him as he nervously described the dilemma he was facing…no, Nahbdeen could never muster up fear of this creature. Barely even awe, and certainly not now.

Smidgen of pity, maybe. 

"Have you tried asking him about it?"

"Aye. He says it does not trouble him."

"No, I mean have you asked him if he wants to…I don't know, find a workaround." Nahbdeen made a few hand gestures that only left Vrtra raising his eyebrow in confusion. "Toys or something."

"I do not..I would not want him depriving himself of what he could otherwise have, because of me. He has suffered far too much deprivation at my race's hands as it is."

Dear sisters, if he brought up Nidhogg again…it was clear to anyone with even one eye that Estinien didn't blame Vrtra for his brother's sins, but Nahbdeen was sick of arguing about it.

Besides. He had a better idea, and one that might get him some modicum of reward for how much he had to listen to his satrap's relationship angst.

"What if you got a proxy?"

"A what."

"I mean, obviously your simulacrum would be inappropriate for this, but that isn't your only other option. A proxy could handle the small, detail work that your body could not."

"I." Vrtra's tail flickered from side to side, scraping the walls.  His widened eye spoke of terror that one normally never saw in the eyes of such a massive creature. "My dear captain, I am talking about something far more intimate than…than whatever you are talking about."

"Of course. And for something like that you would want only your most trusted servant on the case." He banged his gauntleted hand against his chest armor proudly. "I would be happy to help enrich your relationship with the master dragoon, Satrap!"

"By…"

"By acting as your hand and your will, as I always do, even if this battlefield is far more unorthodox."

"I could–no!" Vrtra turned his head sharply away, pulling into himself. "To use one of my own people for such selfish ends would be unthinkable, even if he were to agree. It would be akin to–"

Nahbdeen reached out and patted his ankle, an intimacy almost no one beyond the former satraps had taken with him. "Satrap, I know you are a wyrm and not a man, and so there are some things that you do not understand on the level that we mortals do, just as I will never know what it is to fly on my own wings or live to see a mountain wear itself away into dust. But if you trust me as your arm, then you will trust me on this: Your man Estinien is so gorgeous the divinities themselves would weep to see him bathing. He has cheekbones I could sharpen my sword on. I would take a full demotion just for the opportunity to see what his orgasm face looks like. Do you understand me, Satrap?"

The great wyrm made a small, strangled noise unbefitting his size. "Uh. I believe so. I will consult him and get back to you."