Chapter 23
Time is nothing to a dragon, but do you appreciate the time given with her?
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He didn't know where he is, he didn't know who this man was, but that would not stop him from doing everything in his power to get sent back to where he belonged. Already the thought of Cel seeing his lifeless form like they had seen the others sent him into a frenzy – he would not have Cel worrying over him, not if he could help it. "Unhand me," the mage grunted, but Foulques just continued to glare down at him, seeing a flash of red eyes peak out from under the hood – a miqo'te mage, then, Foulques made mental note. "Send me back and I will," he hissed back, slamming the crystalline arm against the wall a second time, that same crack bouncing off his eardrums. He felt crystalline fingers twitch in his grasp and he wondered if the man even had feeling in the crystal – if he was even doing anything of use for his cause. The man coughed and Foulques tightened his grip on his throat. "I can explain if you let. Me. Go," the man coughed out, but again Foulques wasn't moving. "I don't need an explanation, I need you to send me home," he spat, slamming the man's head back against the wall and enjoying seeing the flash of pain dart across his face. He needed to get back to Cel. Home. He needed to go home. "You've left me no choice," the man breathed out, blood dripping down his chin from the corner of his mouth. Foulques didn't even have a moment to wonder what the hell the mage could do from his position before he was thrown back, his back slamming against the cold stone floor and knocking the wind out of him. The back of his head fell back and had him seeing stars. By the time his vision cleared, the mage was standing up straight with his staff clutched tightly in his crystal hand and pointed directly at Foulques.
Just consider: the Exarch summons Foulques to the First, naked as the day he was born, and Foulques doesn't actually care who he is or what's happening, he's just ready to fight
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With mere hours remaining before the end of a world, the Fourteenth Seat and his dearest companion ruminate on a future they will never see.
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Umbral "Professor Arianelle?" "It's Archon, Mr... I'm sorry, remind me of your name?" "Blevins, Archon Arianelle. Quincy Blevins, sir." The diminutive eleven ducked his head as if he was being admonished for something and Orion winced, waving a quick hand. "Call me Orion, if you like, Blevins. Not a worry, I'm not faculty." "As you like, sir," the youth seemed to brighten, and it made Orion's nose wrinkle, wondering if the youth had assumed the viera was as much of a stickler for rules and niceties as his provost mother. Still it seemed to settle the lad, who kept on, unaware of Orion's discomfiture. He was prattling on with a question that Ori realized he was completely missing, his mind wandering. "Sorry, say again?"
"Yessir! Only, I'm planning on focusing on the Sixth Umbral Calamity for my Mark in a year or so's time. I have theories about what each of the three factions contributed towards the imbalance of aether to the point of causing the floods. I was hoping to have an expert on each - Mhach, Amdapor, and Nym - to bounce ideas off of, and... Well, I was hoping when the time came, I could perhaps collaborate with you... Sir?" The young elezen gave him a curious look as he actually looked over at the Archon for the first time since he'd started talking. Orion had clenched his fists and was biting his tongue, hard. The voice in the back of his head screaming obscenities about the blasphemical idea that Nym had any part to play was hard to control, impossible to tune out, not to mention completely biased, but he'd had years of practice tamping it down at this point. Hopefully, he just looked a bit constipated or pained to the student, who was starting to look concerned.
Taking a deep breath, the viera gave the young man a stilted smile, and said, "Apologies, Blevins. I always get a headache after a long lecture. One of the main reasons I don't actually teach. Ahem. Sounds like a..." He had to work to make it sound convincing as he managed to finally grit out, "*Fascinating* hypothesis." There. He hoped that'd sounded normal. "I'd be glad to be a point of contact for your Nym studies, as long as you don't mind epistolary research. I'm hardly ever in Sharlayan, as you know. And you might find time to come visit us at Bronze Lake, get a few weeks out in the field." "Oh, well," the young man sounded a bit unsure as he nodded, but Ori realized it wasn't for his well being as Blevins continued, "Your mu- I mean, Provost Arianelle said that might change soon. When I talked it over with her, I mean. But... but I have no issues with letters! Anything for knowledge, yes?"
Orion's choice words about his mother vouching for his staying would likely stay unsaid, and he instead opted to curse her under his breath for the umpteenth time this visit. Instead he ducked his head to hide his irritation, only raising it when he was able to give the young man a real smile, not wanting to discourage the lad in any way. His familial issues were not the boy's problem, no matter how his mother might feel on using students like poor Blevins as unwitting pawns between them. "Yes. Anything for knowledge. I look forward to the collaboration, future Archon Blevins."
Vierapril Day 9: Umbral
Orion’s not opposed to mentoring a student, but there are opposing forces at work here, internal and external.
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Stars One of the most difficult things, in Orion's experience, was attempting to stay alert when you were practically starving. Even when you knew your life and the life of your friends hung in the balance, the call of one's body wanting to simply shut down and sleep for a time because it had so little fuel was difficult to resist. Still, Orion fought it. He wouldn't fall asleep on his watch. If he was anything, he was stubborn - his back was a living testament of scars in example of that. He stared up at the wide skies above the Reach, bright with stars in a new moon sky, and let his ears do the work for a little while. In any city he'd ever lived in, the stars were a mere scattering, some of the most prominent pinpricks shining brightly and notable constellations easy to pick out.
Out here, though, on a moonless night, the sea of stars was a speckled wash of lights thicker and more varied than his own freckles. He remembered as a child, going camping outside the Colony and looking up to see them, shimmering in a chilly Coerthas sky. The same stretch of stars that were scattered above him now, shining. Unchanging. Was it a comfort? That no matter what happened in life, the stars were always there, always the same? Or were they cold and uncaring? Too distant to want anything to do with his little life and its struggles... The lights were starting to blur, he realized, and he rubbed his eyes again, shaking his head. He couldn't fall asleep. He focused instead on the dark shadows of the canyon below his perch. The stars might not care, but he would make certain they stayed safe, the sleeping trio in the cave behind him. They were all he had left, and he would keep them. He would see them out of this place.
Vierapril Day 8: Stars
In their multitudes, scarce to be counted, filling the darkness…
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Storm Thunderclaps outside. ~*Crash/Crack/Rumble*~ Orion half-wakes in tangled sheets, gasping. All he sees is darkness - it's the darkness of the room, or is it? Heavier, feeling like something weighing on him, holding him down. A flash, all in teal CRASH lighter than the color of his grandmother's hair whom he’s never met CRACK neon streaks running through stone RUMBLE electrifying him from the outside in and he's screaming again, his throat raw with it. Now someone is holding him down, turning on a light, a golden one, no teal here, not even in his hair anymore. And he is being held down, but by careful hands he can see, as another pair fetches a cloth, dabs him dry, tries to soothe him.
"It must be the storm, triggered something. This is the most he's made noise for a se'enday," The larger person, a roe, muttered, their eyes concerned. "Possibly a good sign, actually," the migo'te dabbing at his forehead noted, trying to catch Orion's chin and gently holding him still, looking to see if she could make him make eye contact. Orion swallows hard and realizes they were talking about him. He can feel his own body, recognizing it as his own. He blinks a few times and then focuses, still bathed in fear at... Dreams? Echoes? Memories? He wasn't sure about any of it. Another crack of thunder outside makes him wince, but he meets the nurse's eyes with wakened recognition. "There we go. You're safe, it's alright." Orion licks stone-dry lips and gives a shaky nod. "Water?" A cup appears instantly along with a lifting of the weight on his arms. His body relaxes minutely at the mere presentation of water-on-demand.
"Even better. Not a recitation of weird historical facts in high Eorzean, or babble in some other tongue. Looks like the fever's finally passing." "Fever?" Orion grits out after sitting up and taking several large gulps of the water he was being helped to. The orderly tuts at him to be slow, but when you've known true thirst, it's always difficult not to try and drain a cup. "Mm. They dragged you out of the depths of the Palace a week ago. Some accident, though no one's quite clear on what happened - maybe you can help with that," The miqo dabs at his forehead again and encourages him to relax back, now he'd had his drink. "They thought maybe you'd caught a weird strain of the Plague somehow, but whatever happened, you're coming a'right of it now." Orion turns his face towards the comforting glow of the golden lamp at his bedside and, after a moment's thought, shakes his head, feeling his body tense again at another crack of thunder from outside. "I... I don't remember. Anything."
Vierapril Day 7: Storm
An aftermath, an awakening.
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Celebration Orion gently touched the slightly raised purple mark, examining it and its twin on the opposite side of his neck. The potion hadn't quite worn off yet, and he could feel a hazy sting as he tested the skin. He knew he had to knock it off - he was going to feel it enough the next day, and each day until it fully healed, at least until he used the salve they gave him each morning. "Not bad, Archon Arianelle," Marco teased, elbowing him in the side as he loosened his own tie with a smirk reflected in the mirror. 'Thanks, I think," Orion grinned in return, turning to his longtime roommate and cohort. Marco was the first friend he'd made when they returned from the Colony. The elezen was taking off his scholar's robe and trading it for a warm jacket with patches on the elbows, switching shined dress shoes for an old pair of clogs he wore nearly everywhere he could. "Going out?"
"Are you kidding? Mate, we're throwing you a party. Stelle's invited half the Studium, and we've got two kids from early form watching your mum's door to make sure she comes nowhere near the Last Stand tonight. Get outta those robes and let's go, eh?" "Really? I mean, not just for me, though, right? Feiyette and Victoire both got their marks with me, and I know I'stelle's more likely to throw a party for her girlfriend and maybe some other people, rather than just me.” Marco gave a heavy sigh before he picked up the leather jacket slung over a nearby desk chair and threw it at Orion, who had to turn quickly to catch it so it didn't just hit him.
"Who cares! You're one of several brand new Archons, blah blah. What matters is: there's a party out there with your name on it, and almost certainly a lot of people willing to buy you drinks and maybe even let you get a leg over." He looked at the chronometer on the wall and points his thumb at the door, "If you're not ready in, say, five minutes? I'm leaving and you're gonna have to walk in there alone." Ori quickly began to loosen his tie and undo the top few buttons of his dress shirt. A brand new Archon, eh? He could get used to that. He removed his scholar's robes, changed out of the dress slacks he'd been wearing and put on some more relaxed trousers. Checking himself in the mirror again, he made sure his mass of wavy, dark teal hair was in some semblance of neatness. No time to touch up the kohl on his eyes, but he still looked damn good.
As he finally pulled on the worn leather jacket, a letter fell out of the inner pocket and he bent to pick it up - he'd forgotten about that. Galuf Baldesion had handed it to Ori as he shook hands with the man on the way out of his mark ceremony. He had been rather honored that the storied historian had taken the time to come see him marked, and now wondered what the contents said... Marco cleared his throat at the door to their rooms, tapping his foot, "Ready to go?" Ori set it on the desk, unopened for now. The letter would have to wait, because the party would not.
Vierapril Day 6: Celebration
Orion just made Archon, and his friends are throwing a party…
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Companion "He doesn't... dismiss. Anymore." Krile arched an eyebrow at Orion as she continued to give the carbuncle a good ear scratch. The blue creature's leg began to twitch as its eyes closed in pleasure, giving a little thrumming hum. "How," she said quietly, hoping not to disturb the carby in question, "Is that remotely possible? You're no longer using the job stone, correct?" "Yes. After the... incident, wielding the power gives me a sort of vertigo. There's a pressure... it's hard to describe, Krile, but it's overwhelming. I don't like it." Orion pursed his lips, watching Theo curl up happily in Krile's lap as she continued to fuss over him.
"He's persistent, sounds like. I've heard of it happening, very rarely. A friend of mine, Tataru, had a similar situation. Only, her carbuncle was out of her control entirely and ran off, but it persisted," Krile chuckled, looking down at the snoozing companion. "I suppose it could be worse. If it were Ifrit-Egi, you'd have a real problem on your hands" Orion mock-shuddered, rolling his eyes as he tried to fight a grin, unable to deny a certain amount of affection for his little friend. "Fair. And for all that he's a handful, he makes up for it by being rather insufferably cute. Not like he eats all that much." "We'll not worry about it, then. At least, until he starts plotting world domination? Then, perhaps, you should call me." She ruffled the little red tuft of gem on Theo's forehead, and the carbuncle purred.
Vierapril Day 5: Companion
In which two friends puzzle over a certain carbuncle…
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"Genbu, brother!" Susano shouted. "Have you brought to me an offering?" "Of course not, you daft copycat." Genbu shook his head and sighed. "If you want an offering, earn it. This is for Young Galvus." The Garlean pulled himself upright and sat on the mat. Genbu approached and handed him the object. "I am unsure why you would bring me something." Gently, Zenos unwrapped the cloth. Inside was a katana in a sheath. The hilt was wrapped in white leather. Etched into the leather was some script. "What does it say?" he asked, tracing his fingers over it. "In Doman, it reads 'a good weapon is an ill omen.'" Genbu smiled. "Go on, draw it."
It's weekend fic time! Here's the next entry in With Hearts Maligned: "Lagrange Point" where Zenos gets a gift.
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Summary of a fic from Archive of Our Own for the fic "All Your Eggs in One Basket" by Hawke (OP), which reads: Rating: Explicit. Category: M/M. Status: Complete. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Tags: Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, POV Hythlodaeus, Established Relationship, Gremlin Hythlodaeus, Minor Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, Intersex, Shapeshifting, Naga, Oviposition, Eggpreg, Size Difference, Size Kink, Size Queen Hythlodaeus, Non-Human Genitalia, Double Penetration in One Hole, Double Vaginal Penetration, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Cervical Penetration, Experimental Sex, Concept Testing, Magic, Dirty Talk, Belly Bulge, Married Sex, Feral Behavior. Summary: Hythlodaeus sees so many Concepts come across his desk on a daily basis, of course he's going to take some of them for a test run. If those "tests" involve things absolutely no one would have thought to account for, well... at least Hades is always willing to "help". Part 1 of Concept Reviews. Language: English. Words: 7,635. Chapters: 1/1.
Ahhhh I haven't written anything for Easter, please accept me finally sharing my original Hyth egg fic.
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Chapter 22
You decide to see your friends in the Garlond Ironworks
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Home The silence is such that the sound of the tea being poured could startle someone. Orion pays attention to the motions, setting spoons, moving the sugar closer to Nehanna so she can place it in her cup. He refuses to break the silence, because that would mean trying to hold a conversation with her, and he's currently restraining himself from not strangling her by playing mother instead. A comedy unto itself. After they both have their tea, the niceties of doctoring it to taste have been done, and first sips have been taken, the wait begins. It isn't long.
"I read the most recent report that your adjutant sent in from Bronze Lake. It sounds as though your recent finds have become fewer and far between - more mundane, as it were. This is why the study of Allagan relics will always be more fascinating to me - Never a dull moment when technology is involved, I say. Ah, it was so much better when Galuf was alive, he had you on the right path. And he kept an eye on you. A firm hand, you've always needed that. That Krile girl won't even answer my letters. Honestly, I've heard she's a rather fresh and unpleasant woman, nothing like her Uncle. At least that Ojika at the annex is polite."
She actually takes a moment for a breath and a sip of tea before she continues. "Why couldn't you have followed in my line of study? For that matter, why be out in the field at all? There are students to teach, such eager minds, and all the reference material you could want, Orion. Indeed, with your field experience, you could just send others out to search for the info and relics for you, couldn't you. We've plenty of resources and personnel these days. And it's so much safer here at home, you must admit. Certainly, the war is over, but that whole mess with the Empire and your friends and the Isle of Val? What a mess... and you won't even say what happened to your hair. You really ought to dye it, you know. More than those little streaks you like. Go back to that nice teal like your grandmother's hair." Another pause, another polite sip. Right after tea, he's going back to the harbor and finding a boat sailing back to Vylbrand.
Vierapril Day 4: Home
Subtitle: On restraining one’s self from matricide…
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A vivid, piercing azure, like the summer sky at midday, flooded his vision. Beyond the grand magic she'd woven in its intricate pattern of golds, beyond the crimson crest of the seat of Azem she'd invoked to release the limiters that the Convocation placed upon their magicks, Apollo's soul still shone, singularly bright, a clear sky defying oppressive night. The sight of her like this, near-fully clad in her power, sent a shiver of awe through Hades every time. How could one look away? She had not even transformed, and yet he was transfixed. Suddenly, she turned to him, the golden waves of her hair floating in the aetherlight of their magic circles. She reached out her hand to him, her eyes alight behind Azem's crest. "What say you, Emet-Selch? Might I convince you to lend me your strength?"
#AzemApril Day 2: Soul
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"Invitation"
❤️ Azem/Emet-Selch
📖 Rating: G
📖 229 words
Emet-Selch gets another glimpse of Azem's soul.
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2. Wounded Meradwyn's hands made him hiss, even though he was trying to bite his tongue. She pokes him in the side, which he barely feels, considering. "if you don't shut it, they'll come, and you'll have to bear it," her voice is an angry whisper, a desperate reminder to shut up. So he buries his face in his arms. He can hear the sound of her dragging the cloth from the bucket, precious water going to waste. For his stupid decision to try and jump in front of Avery instead of letting them take him, because they would anyway. They were strong and many and in control here. But he couldn't stand back, throwing himself on the guards in part because he was terrified he'd never see the engineer again. Now Avery was gone and he had nothing but bloody, stinging stripes to show for it. "You have to stop doing this," Mer murmured, doing her best to soothe and stop the sting. She had no ability to heal. Alyss, their Sage, was the first to go, and most everyone was too weak anymore, if they ever had any talent in that direction. That's the point, of course. So he'll wear his stripes. So they all will. "Not bloody likely."
Day 2 - Vierapril
Wounded
#drabble #vierapril #ffxivwrites #ffxivfic #starchaser
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of sinners & would be saints chapter twelve - promise is out on ao3!
upon returning to ul'dah, sumire muses on her own power, and how it will be used, as she still searches for her own answer, and prepares to face nidhogg...
archiveofourown.org/works/725085...
#Wolstinien #Sumistinien #FFXIVFic
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Something Something Sex Pollen
WoL/G’raha | 5k words | Explicit
A trip into Saint Mocienne’s Arboretum ends up backfiring for our protagonist and his closest companion… could it be a catalyst?
archiveofourown.org/works/82099561
#nsfw #ffxivwrites #ffxivnsfw #ffxivfic #wolgraha #starseeker
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Raised Voices
WoL/Koana/G’raha | 1.4k words | Gen
When Orion walks in on an argument between his partners, he’s determined to find out what happened and set things right.
archiveofourown.org/works/77917261
#ffxivwrites #ffxivfic #OriKoRaha #wolkoraha #wolkoanagraha #starseeker
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The Weight of His Robes
WoL/Exarch | 1k words | Gen
The Warrior of Light doesn’t often ask twice, but something in the answer he received makes him try again…
archiveofourown.org/works/79759056
#ffxivwrites #ffxivfic #wolexarch #wolgraha #starseeker
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A screenshot of a fic on ao3. Title: it's a long road Author: steamingcupoftea Summary: She had every intention of moving on autopilot, heading upstairs, and collapsing in her bed to sleep the quickly approaching night away. Ascians, light, and deals with the fae be damned – those were all things she could focus on tomorrow. Naturally, though, those plans were dashed the second she entered her room. Not only was a perfect little basket of sandwiches, cut into triangles just the way her papa always made them, sat waiting for her, but Ardbert also stood not far from them – making it even worse that tears started to fill her eyes. She tried everything to keep herself together, but as she walked over to the table and saw a note left next to the sandwich basket she knew it was pointless.
Finally got some more Gwen fic written! She gets to spill absolutely everything to Ardbert because who is he gonna tell :D
Rated T | Ardbert & WoL | ~2.3k words | ShB | Angst | Conversations
🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/81915986
#ffxivfic #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic #gwenlore
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Chapter 21
You’re summon to Radz-at-Han for an important matter.
#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxivfic #ffxivwriting #vrtra
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"N-No. Please. That's not what…I did." There was nobody else in the room but the two of them. And when Yugiri finally neared, she could see tears on Bris's cheek. "W-Wait!" she hissed under her breath, still facing the mirror. "Bris?" Yugiri put a hand to Bris's shoulder. Still, Bris was locked somewhere else. "Brisingr!" Yugiri yelled. Bris looked as if she'd been rocked by a heavy punch as she staggered away from the mirror, finally easing her grip on the top of the vanity. She was pale, eye wide and fearful, still crying. She scanned the room, her breath coming in short gasps. She reached up, touching at the leather eyepatch on the left side of her face. "Y-Yugiri? I…W-Where…?" Then, the Warrior of Light did something Yugiri had never seen her do.
Ok, the weekend is upon us, and that means it's story time! Here's another entry for "Sharpening the Blade" and Yugiri gets to see a side of Bris nobody ever has.
archiveofourown.org/works/81941341
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sweet like honey -- a gratuitous sumistinien sex pollen fic, written as a treat for myself for making good progress on my wolstinien week fics.
please heed the tags on ao3 <3
archiveofourown.org/works/81853801
#Wolstinien #Sumistinien #FFXIVFic #nsfw #smut #estiwol #Wolestinien
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after laughter liatrelle Summary: Haurchefant Greystone survived the Vault a few years ago, but it came at a significant cost. Emi overhears the truth of how much her dear friend is truly struggling after miraculously waking up from his coma.
after laughter | 1029 words | haurchefant lives au
#ffxiv #ffxivfic #ffxivwriters #haurchefant #emirin
the second of my daily(ish) writing exercises started last month :) hope you like angst lol
🛡️ archiveofourown.org/works/81753981
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our song liatrelle Summary: "More dangerous than a siren, you are," he had commented to her begrudgingly one night as they made camp and she softly hummed, giving them the strength to pitch shelter despite their weary muscles.
i know i've already shared it here but i finally started posting my lil daily writing ficlets on ao3 so. here's the first one hehe
our song | 532 words | canon; mid-heavensward
#ffxiv #wolstinien #emistinien #ffxivfic #ffxivwriters
🎶 archiveofourown.org/works/81646411
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Chapter 20
The way of the fist is with tranquility, focus, and a dragon.
#ffxiv #ff14 #ffxivfic #ffxivwriting #midgardsormr
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Paraklausithyron Vol 1: Compère.
Chapter 3: The Game is now on Ao3!
#steakposting #steakgraha #wolgraha #ffxivfic #ffxivwriters
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Bram Matsuno and Hien Rijin become fast friends after the Scions travel to the Othard, seeking to divide imperial forces and win a path to freedom for Doma and Ala Mhigo. They have a lot in common: they are the same age, grew up just malms apart, and know what it means to watch their friends and family suffer the crushing grip of the imperial occupation that has held Doma captive for nearly three decades. Bram, having just emerged from the death of a lover and losing his home forever, is cautiously curious about the formerly unknown prince. Hien, only now recovered from the physical and psychological trauma of a failed rebellion, prays the Scions might be the key to helping him achieve his lifelong goal of liberation. But difficulties lie in the shadows, and as understanding and fondness begin to blossom, it becomes clear that helping each other restore their home may not be all they want. Will they be able to overcome the specters of the past to find a new and lasting happiness? Or will their lives remain divided by walls neither of them carries the power to surmount?
A young Bram stands at his mother's side, watching his father, dressed in an imperial uniform, head for a ship. This is the moment he left forever.
A young Shun bows apologetically to his father, King Kaien, after getting hurt and running afoul of imperials at The Swallow's Compass. Behind him, Gosetsu shrugs and fondly smiles, as if to suggest that this is par for the course.
Bram and Hien stare skyward at the stars, sitting side by side on the first night they met. The lush green landscape of the Azim Steppe surrounds them while a small stream rushes nearby.
Sunrise Over Saisho
Various Ratings | #wolhien | 75.5k Words | Ongoing Series
AO3: archiveofourown.org/series/4517938
{ #ffxivfic | #mairynfic | #bram/hien }
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chapter 4 is up! nero and alabaster try to have a conversation over dinner and there's finally some feet stuff. enjoy!
#basilwrites #ffxivfic #nerobaster #nerowol
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