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Post Shadowbringers. Now that the Scions of the Seventh Dawn have been brought back home, along with G'raha Tia, the Warrior of Light decides to attend to some personal business she should have taken care of sooner. And yes, she's set on this even with the powerful voidsent after her soul.
Started out as Zenos is Reaper Mentor AU premise and I'm not sure it'll stick to that.
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She was aware of the stories, that if one wasn't careful they could find themselves engaged or married to something far greater than the sum of their parts. But as far as Lenne Costas knew, that's all they were, stories and folklore to tickle the fancy and imagination of the masses.
Then a storm happens, and the watery grave she expected turns out to be a chocobo of a different feather entirely.
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The duel at Ultima Thule goes sideways, arguably in the best of ways. Also, apologies for the constant POV switch; it's how the fic decided to manifest I am not in control here XP
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Alt. title: After the Canvas, Before the Eclipse. The Holy War is over but now Shion has to focus on rebuilding and learning to embrace his new mantle, Pope of Sanctuary. Set between TLC and Original Series.
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A pirate captain and her first mate indulge in some much needed intimacy after holding back for several weeks due to transporting a cargo of slaves.
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Long hair weaved through one of her hands. The other laid gripping at the arm of a leather brace. Sulfur and iron filled her nose. Quiet, labored breathing only filled the room now that the storm ceased, inside and out. She forced her sight to come through, and looked down to her lap to see tangled strands of gold shining through the dim of the night effortlessly.
She gasped, eyes widening in shock with a slew of other unidentifiable emotions.
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Zenos learns to not only live like a typical mortal, but to feel like one, too. Emotions grow, confusion stirs, and, somehow, Estinien helps. A heart is a heavy burden, after all, and Zenos doesn't like it.Bookmarked by AlkonostStorm
08 Sep 2024
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"Angry with their boring conversations
And sick of doing everything they say
But if you side with me, I'm controlling, but you'll see
That you'll get to pick the dirty games we play"
~Bear Ghost "Starkiller"What happens when the princes hunting kink starts the Warrior of light down the dark path of sin and temptation?
When the Warrior's own inner darkness rises up to pull her down?
When the only place that offers unconditional acceptance is the arms of a monster?Beginning with an alternate "end" to the attack on Rhalgr's Reach, as the Warrior of Light, you manage to put a mark on Zenos during your decidedly one-sided duel.
The next two days are spent running like a bat out of hell while he hunts you down.
He spares your life for giving him a good hunt, but his idea of a hunting trophy is a little...different than you expected.
The encounter is not one you'll soon forget, nor the way his voice sounds when he calls you "his" beast.Series
- Part 1 of I Smell Like Victory, I Taste Like Blood
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16 Aug 2024
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He may be doomed, but he doesn’t have to drag her into it. One day, and soon, she will succeed at her task.
And what then?
He is the Fates’ emissary, Doom Incarnate, the sword waiting to fall. What can he offer her once she returns to her true home?
Nothing.
The weight of his role is a chain around his neck dragging him down. He can’t train with Lady Hecate, he can’t change what he is…
And he can’t be what Melinoë deserves once all this is over.
Adrift without his duty, Moros grapples with the weight of Fate and the terrifying illusion of choice. Debating inevitability is a difficult thing, but whether he knows it or not, the denizens of the Crossroads will help him find his place.
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05 Aug 2024
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Then there were glimpses—of golden strands tipped in smolders, of angry red veins on an even redder clawed-tipped arm, of regal details stitched elegantly upon the leather of an armored coat—disappearing in the voided darkness just as quick as they appeared in the corners of her vision. A twirl of her scythe to land her attack and she could almost see the monstrous claws in the seconds everything spun and blurred, the hand possessively wrapped around her very own, both holding on her reaper weapon. Akin to someone close behind her, enveloping her, guiding her. Tutor and student. Hunter and prey.
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12 Jun 2024
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After finding out the extermination would be 6 months early Charlie felt she deserved an evening for feeling sorry for herself and a few bottles of wine.
She told herself it was a form of self care. A mini holiday.
But she didnt expect to meet Alastor making beignets in the kitchen. She also didn't realise he had a fluffy tail.
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- Part 1 of A Tail of Beignets
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