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Last day (for these two, at least)! I wanted to do more from Sicard's POV but the brain did not cooporate. It happens!

I hope you enjoy!

Day 6: Taken & Given

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Okey dokey pokeys. We're all caught up! Here is the chapter where it's been a year. The bastards have graduated to actual sex and Seifer's having some feelings (and sex) about it.

Day 4: Safe Harbor in Uncharted Waters

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Oof it's been a night but Ao3 is up! So here's that update where Sicard and Seifer have sex while keeping their pants on.

(I have updated the rating to explicit because later-today's chapter is. Uh. Yeah.)

Day 3: Silk, Leather, Sweat

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So hey why *does* Sicard drown his sorrows by salting his grog every year during the Rising? Also why did he pull Seifer out of the drink that night?

This is why 👇

Day 2: Broken and Mended

(Mind the warnings on this one)

A Wish In The Sky - Chapter 1 - uncanon_ffxiv - Final Fantasy XIV [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Good morning and Merry Holiday of your choice!

If you need a break and some cute boys doing kissing please accept this Starlight themed #EmmaSica fic from last year: archiveofourown.org/works/53364262

(Yes, it's a repost but apropos, I think!)

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Yes. Please consult the link below for examples.

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#FFXIVNSFW !!!

Artoirel de Fortemps (tall, brunette, stoic) looks very stressed and grumpy while Stephanivien de Haillenarte (tall, blonde, blue eyed and eyeshadowed with some goggles on his head) tries very hard (cough) to soothe his aching muscles. And by that I mean he's speaking very softly to Artoirel because there are Plans Afoot.

Title Card for the fic "Gears of Fury" by yours truly. (Thanks to a Certain Someone for that title btw). There are many kink-related tags (bondage, impact play, clamps, sex toys, and so on) The summary reads: Another short "Character Study via the medium of sex." Artoirel is having A Time. He's very stressed. He has to deal with some really uptight nobles. Stephanivien sneaks into the Fortemps manor to help him relax and unwind. Ropes are involved. So is a vibrator. Do click the link and enjoy if that sounds like your kinda thing.

It's here! I finished it! Artoirel/Stephanivien! It's kinky! And sweet! Which is kinda my thing. :D

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archiveofourown.org/works/60211285

Snippit of a work in progress that reads: The Hyperion felt lighter in his hands. With a smile, he went to work. A crowd quickly formed around him but he paid them no mind. Their cheers and taunts washed over him like so many inconsequential nosies. His thoughts were focused inward, trying to make sense of everything–and failing. When your dreams lay tattered and broken on the floor of your fucked up childhood, where do you go? When everything you believed deep in your soul turns out to be a lie, what do you do? When the blood on your hands weighs enough to drown you beneath the waves of your own hubris, how do you keep drawing breath? Because it was suspiciously easy to wake up in the morning. Falling asleep wasn’t as daunting a prospect as it should have been. His dreams–the ones in his sleep–were not nightmares.

Redemption was out of the question. One can’t pull all the stunts he did and expect forgiveness. But the weight of guilt was not as heavy as it should have been. Perhaps there was a point of no return after all. When all that remain are ashes, what’s the point of dwelling on what you should have done? The gunblade sang with every swing. Every strike on the dummy was a drum beat, the music of violence echoing in his veins, as it always had. It was a comfortable, discordant melody that nevertheless followed him everywhere he went. He hadn’t thought about it before, but he’d danced to its rhythm many times. He knew the steps by heart.

T'hell with it. More #WiPWednesday stuff-though this isn't so much in progress as on the back burner. I'm still very proud of this section, though!

Context: Seifer gets yanked to Eorzea during the Calamity and thinks his world got destroyed. He's...dealing.

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The following is a snippet from a work in progress fic. *pulls out scroll and unrolls* Ah hem. It reads as follows: “Hark! Is that the groan of a Count in need of a break I hear?” The sound of the cheerful tenor voice–somehow grating and soothing in equal measure–made Artoirel glance up. It was a fight, but he managed to keep the smile off his face for the time being. “Stephanivien,” he said quietly, leaning back and folding his hands in his lap. The blonde machinist, still in his oil and soot stained work clothes, uncrossed his own arms and planted a hand on his hip. “That’s all you have for me?” he asked with a pout. The toe of his boot knocked up against the toolbox at his feet. “And here I was bringing you gifts!” “Gifts?” Artoirel asked, cocking an eyebrow. They stared at each other–Artoirel endeavoring to keep his expression passive while Stephanivien stood there grinning like a cat that’s caught a cathedral mouse. Stephanivien won out in the end. His shite-eating smirk made his eyes sparkle. The expression got to Artoirel and he finally allowed a sedate smile to creep through. “It must be well past midnight. How did you get in?” he asked. Then, as an afterthought, added, “Lock the door.”

Oh hey it's #WIPWednesday. Here's a small snippet from the one-shot that I swear to bob I will finish soon. I promise. For reals.

(Fair warning: this one gets a bit...spicy. Not here. But after this. Artoirel wants Stephanivien to look the door for Reasons.)

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Emmanellain (brown haired, blue eyed elf) and Sicard (sea-green haired, gold eyed human) from the Critally Acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV which now includes a free trial all the way to level sevent-- Ah hem. Emmanellain looks very uncomfortable. Sicard has his arms crossed and smirking like he's plotting something. This is because he is, in fact, plotting something.

I had planned to get some work done on the Artoirel/Stephanivien fic but that, uh, didn't happen. That said, if you want a short, spicy fic, I do still have the #EmmaSica one shot, Delicate Negotiations. If...you know...you want.

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A pair of young men, Emmanellain and Sicard from Final Fantasy XIV, run through the Firmament during a cheery holiday snowfall. Sicard's hat has a very large plume in it. This is relevant.

Time for me to start reposting fics! This one is 100% SFW and quite sweet. Enjoy!

A Wish In the Sky: A gift for a friend about Emmanellain and Sicard's first Starlight adventure! archiveofourown.org/works/53364262

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