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“Oh! Another direct hit!– It seems even the champion is not immune to Honey B.’s charm!” Metem's spirited commentary filled the small space as the screen flashed pink, the fourth heart in the bar above his past-self's head filled thanks to a clever bit of editing meant to help the audience keep track of how much of Honey B.'s venom needed to be injected before her opponent was overwhelmed. The corner of his mouth upturned as right on cue the screen flashed purple, the crowd erupting into cheers as his own feral soul surged to life. “It seems I spoke too soon! The Tyrant has activated the full strength of his feral soul to completely shrug off Honey B.’s charm!”
Shifting Tyrant tried to ignore the erratic beating of his heart as the elevator came to a stop, kicking off the wall to stroll into the President's penthouse office without hesitation as the doors slid open–
“Back so soon?”
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Gritting his teeth Aymeric pressed his pen down in punctuation far harder than necessary, as though the weight of his frustration (at having to clarify not once, not twice, but three times that Ehll Tou was as valued a member for the Firmament's reconstruction as any other worker and that no, a member of the Temple Knights would not “come and do something about this”) could be fully contained in a single solitary period. With a soft, pained snap Aymeric's pen skidded across the parchment– his single period turned into a bleeding gash across the page as the fine silver of his nib tip caught the candle light before drowning in a rising sea of black.
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He had been ready for violence– claws and teeth and blood– the spike of adrenaline as he was free to use his power again without restraint or consequence, a freedom he'd been denied before he'd even set foot in hell. He had been ready to bleed and make the so called king of hell bleed– he had not been ready for– for whatever this was–
Alastor shuttered, burying his face deeper into white and gold sheets as a single clawed finger tip traced along his spine– from the base of his neck down to– with a jolt Alastor's body jerked against his will, hips lifting without his permission to follow that singular slow drag along the length of his damnable tail. Radio static briefly filled the air as a new frequency butted up against his own– broken words trying to fight through the white noise, snippets of songs he didn't recognize – he resolutely changed the channel.
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And while Estinien had seen omegas before– obviously– he struggled to remember the last time he'd spent any meaningful amount of time around one. Back in Ferndale newly presented omegas were seen as too valuable to waste on farm work. Instead quickly whisked off to live in the city proper, either as some high born's plaything or– for the more Fury fearing folks– Halonic nuns. If omegas really were so unfit for farm work then he couldn't even begin to imagine how those clucking crones at the chantry would react to the omega standing before him now. Dressed in full Temple Knight gear with a stern expression etched into his pretty face as he stood statue still behind the Commander. Stood tall in the face of sexist tradition even as their Commander seemed just as hesitant to see something so delicate sent against the hoard.
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"Lord Commander." What little hope Aymeric had left of leaving the Holy See unnoticed was dashed with all the same speed and precision had the young Temple Knight decided to draw her blade to do so. Her heavy footsteps mercifully cut off with only a quick flick of Aymeric's wrist as he waved her off before she could have a chance to offer to act as his escort. A silent request she complied with easily enough, filling Aymeric with a soft sigh of relief as she fell back to her post with a lopsided smile that slowly fell as she finally took him in– really took him in. Her eyes flashing with a spark of understanding that bloomed unabashedly across her sharp features as she properly took in his ostentatious attire–
Took in how his billowing red velvet cloak gave way to the occasional hint of errant feathers– sunset red plumage standing stark against eternal winter of Falcon's Nest and made only more pronounced with how each feather hummed with fire-aspected aether as it drew in what little the Highlands could bare to part with.
A Little Red Riding Hood inspired fic, featuring Aymeric as little red riding hood and Nidhogg!Estinien as the big bad wolf.
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"What am I to do with you, Aymeric?" Estinien asked with a tired sigh, one hand coming up to cup Aymeric's cheek, his calluses a rough comfort to the Lord Speaker's frayed nerves. Aymeric's throat tightened as he mulled over the question. Even now his mind still drifted back to Count Charlemend's proposal– how he'd taken it upon himself to budget the project after that day's House of Lords meeting had ground to a halt thanks to an argument breaking out between representatives from the High Houses–
"Please, allow me to do penance," Aymeric said softly, tightening his hold on Estinien as he tilted his head, letting his lips brush against the skin of Estinien's palm as he continued, "punish me."
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"'Tis mine intention to repay you," Vrtra started, the low rumble of his voice echoing through the ornate palace chambers. The dragon shifted in place before lowering his head again, directing Estinien's attention to Varshahn still standing quietly between them. With a single fluid motion the Au ra slid the silk robe off his shoulders, leaving dark silk to pool around his feet as his hand drifted along the curves of his body. Trailing from the narrow set of his hips, over the slim waist inherent to all Au ra men– his hands seemingly unsure of where to rest– which part of this Auri form to accentuate to pique Estinien's interest. "For all you have done to help Radz-at-Han," Varshahn continued, voice lilting with his soft accent, and quivering slightly from nerves, "and myself."
"Is that so?"
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"Have you done this before?" Aymeric asked back, breaking the silence Estinien had left hanging in the air.
Estinien's throat tightened, fingers twisting in the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white to stop the immediate response from escaping his lips. He wasn't even sure what Aymeric was referring to– has he ever paid for sex? No. Has he ever had sex?
No.
"It doesn't matter." Estinien forced out in lieu of answering, shifting on the bed when Aymeric let out a low chuckle.
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My dearest Estinien,
As ever I find myself at a loss of where to begin. My need for you is so overwhelming that I would struggle to fully articulate it even should I have you spread out in my bed before me, much less so when I am forced to put my feelings to ink and parchment. Nonetheless, brevity is the soul of wit and thus I must start somewhere.
I purchased a wooden phallus during a trip to the Jeweled Crozier naught but half a moon ago.
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"Where did you get this?" was all Estinien said in return as his fingers ran the length of the thin jagged scar a second time. His body was warm where it was pressed against Aymeric's back, in stark contrast to the winter chill clinging to his extremities.
"Wha–?"
"You did not have this before I– before I left to hunt Nidhogg." Estinien's words cut through Aymeric's sleep haze just as inelegantly as his prodding touches to the wound itself. "Who did this to you?"
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Collection of drabble requests from Twitter
Individual chapters labeled with kink/prompt
1. Mild Pet Play
2. Breeding/Oviposition
3. Spreader Bar
4. Humiliation/Religious Guilt
5. Rough Sex
6. Thigh Riding (trans Aymeric) -
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Collection of drabble requests from Twitter
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1. First Time
2. Overstimulation
3. Heat/Breeding (Intersex Varshahn)
4. Thigh Riding (Intersex Varshahn) -
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Estinien cursed again when caught his gaze racking over Aymeric for the Gods-only-know-teenth time that night– over his Fury damned leg. Put on display for anyone to freely ogle. He clenched his fist hard around his bicep, digging short nails into the fabric of his sleeve until his muscles began to protest.
This was ridiculous. He'd seen Aymeric naked more times than either cared to count– for bathing and sex. He'd watched Aymeric cum while buried in his body to the root– he did not need to get flustered at the barest hint of skin.
Even if that hint of skin encompassed the lord's entire right leg and– Twelve the slit went up to his hip bone.
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- Part 5 of You’re looking glamorous
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"A maid…" Aymeric repeated softly, patting down the pure white apron laid over Estinien's black dress, keeping his expression schooled even as the dragoon's eyes widened in realization.
"Not a word."
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- Part 4 of You’re looking glamorous
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“I’ve dreamed of this so many times.” Aymeric muttered between kisses, his voice slightly slurred from the cheap ale clinging to both their senses. His arms wrapped securely around Estinien's neck to steady himself while he squirmed in the dragoon's lap.
"Killing a dragon or swiving a fellow knight in a dark corner of the Forgotten Knight?" Estinien shot back even as his own hands drifted downwards, shamelessly grabbing Aymeric's ass while catching his bottom lip between sharp teeth.
"Both? Am I allowed to say both?" He answered quickly, rolling his hips back on the dragoon's calloused hands.
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"So… Ser Aymeric."
Estinien's jaw clicked as Thancred's voice broke through what had been a very comfortable silence– thank you very much. "What about him?" He finally forced out as the Hyur continued to stare at him in expectation.
"He's quite handsome, wouldn't you agree?"
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- Part 3 of You’re looking glamorous
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Ainosuke-sama needs help.
You are an Omega, correct?Those messages were echoing in his mind as he followed Tadashi down an opulent hallway in the biggest house he's ever been in. The meaning behind those words just now really sinking in, the implication of what he'd agreed to.
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"You are a menace." Estinien groaned even as he let Aymeric push him back on the Bonanza's lone cot. Trying to hide his face as Aymeric placed an eager kiss against his shaft, tongue tracing along a stiff ridge. Kneeling between Estinien's spread eagle legs as if in prayer.
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Aymeric grinned as he spun around, letting the light fabric of the skirts fly out around him. "You like it."
"I said no such thing."
"You don't need to. It's written quite clearly on your face, my friend." Closing the distance between them Aymeric let the tips of his fingers dance over the cool metal of Estinien's armor, feeling the Ishgardian chill clinging to the dragoon before continuing on to the settee–
Estinien following on his heels like a wayward foal.
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- Part 1 of You’re looking glamorous
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"A bunny suit…?"
"Do you like it?"
"Does the Warrior of Light know you are wearing something like– this?" Estinien's eyes stayed glued to the satiny black ears now poking out of Aymeric's similarly black hair, "It seems like it could be…" the ears gave an enthusiastic bob as Aymeric tilted his head in question, they were so much more animated than the Viera's. "Offensive." he finished lamely, immediately earning himself one of Aymeric's self-satisfied smirks.
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- Part 2 of You’re looking glamorous