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getosfavoritewife · 4 months

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The Sun Always Rises

✮⋆˙ General Jing Yuan has a way of bringing sunlight to you, regardless of how much you avoid the warm rays. (1.5k words)

✮⋆˙ A/N: first post!! jing yuan has such a lazy/cozy feel and I'm still trying to gauge his personality so sorry if it's a bit ooc!!

✮⋆˙ Warning(s)/Content: forgemaster!reader; implications of mental health concerns (nothing heavy); can be read as platonic or romantic; fluffy fluff, teasing

✮⋆˙ jing yuan x gn!reader

Hearing three knocks against your door on a sunny winter evening could only signify one thing.

Not even trying to conceal the lack of surprise on your face, you open the door for your expected visitor; as usual, Jing Yuan greets you with a pleasant smile, hands comfortably clasped behind his back as he strides in like he owns the place, opens the curtains, and makes himself at home.

“Arbiter General,” you murmur, almost as if scripted.

“Forgemaster,” he replies in turn with a twinkle in his eyes, also as expected.

You don’t ask if he wants tea, opting to pour two cups and place them on the table as you both sit down. Forgemaster Yingxing had always taught you to be polite to guests, but that was a very long time ago, and Jing Yuan wasn’t just any guest.

“There’s a festival in Aurum Alley this evening,” Jing Yuan muses as he eyes the tea with interest, picking the small cup up as he gives the hot liquid a gentle blow and careful sip.

You know where he’s going with this, so at this point, the best course of action is feigned indifference and avoidance. “And you came all the way over here to let me know? Especially during such a busy day at The Seat of Divine Foresight?”

You take a ginger sip of the tea, grimacing as it burns the tip of your tongue, before placing it back down on the table. Master Yingxing’s tea was far superior to yours anyway—if he could see the hot garbage you’d brewed, he would have scolded your skills all afternoon.

Jing Yuan’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. “Astute as always. You should get out of the house more.”

“I leave the house,” you try not to sound defensive, squinting at the man sitting across from you. “I go to the forge every day.”

“Other than there?”

“And… I went to the market last week,” you grumble, rooting around in your brain for excuses. Lamely, all you come up with is a throwaway line about being too busy that you know Jing Yuan won’t buy. Anyone else would accept the lies that rolled off your tongue like second nature, but not Jing Yuan. He knew you and your habits all too well.

He stands up, dusting his pants off with a lazy smile. “Wonderful, grab your coat.”

“No, Jing Yuan. No.” You respond too quickly, shooting up as you wrack your brain for an excuse.

The softness with which he calls your name is lost to the roaring silence of the room and you know what face he’s making without even looking.

That corner above the cupboard really needs dusting. Master Yingxing would sneeze because of the dust, and he’d blame allergy season. Maybe tonight—

“Only for a little while,” he coaxes, as he swipes a strand of hair from obscuring your eyes. Maybe that’s what makes you meet his eyes: golden and full of life as usual, albeit with his dark circles that seemed worse than before.

“I’ll think about it,” you sigh tiredly, reaching up to run your fingers under his eyes. “You should sleep more, Jing Yuan. You look tired.”

A laugh rumbles out of him at that as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You can’t help but let the corners of your mouth quirk up in response. “Don’t let the others at The Seat of Divine Foresight hear you say that.”

“If only you would stop sneaking away at the sight of paperwork, maybe they wouldn’t be so wary of your work ethic,” you scold halfheartedly.

Jing Yuan simply watches you, an adoring smile peeking out that makes you want to push him away from you, embarrassed. Instead, you card your fingers through his hair, murmuring how his ribbon is coming loose as you free it from his snowy locks.

He sighs, letting his eyes flutter shut as you tug through his fluffy hair, replicating his usual hairstyle with practiced ease. You let your thoughts wander to when you used to re-tie his hair every day after it came loose during sparring while Master Yingxing went to go meet with sword master Jingliu and the others.

“How’s Yanqing’s training coming along?” Breaking the delicate silence, your voice always sounds unfamiliar these days; the results of less use, you suppose.

A golden eye cracks open to peer at you, and Jing Yuan lets out another sigh, this time more rueful. “You know how he tends to be. It still surprises me the speed with which he is able to pick up on new techniques and skills, but that obsession with winning and losing…” Jing Yuan trails off. “It’s like I say, if you treat him as a child, he'll put on the airs of an adult. If you treat him as an adult, he'll show the temperament of a child.”

“It’s a difficult age. Remember how you used to be?”

You bite back a snicker at the mock-offended look Jing Yuan shoots you.

“I don’t quite remember it like that,” he says. “I believe I was a joy to be around at every age.”

“I’m sure you remember it like that.”

“How else could you remember it?”

You take a break from playing with his hair to flick him on the forehead, at which he lets out a soft hiss, rubbing the small red mark and catching your hand before you can give him another one. “So mean.”

With a scoff, you make no move to remove your hand from his grip, letting yourself relax in his grasp. “You were nothing short of a terror. Anytime I tried to hang out with you it was always ‘Let’s spar here!’ or ‘Extra training is basically hanging out!’. I got so sick of you that I told Master Yingxing to stop meeting Master Jingliu when I was around.”

“Was I… really like that?” You can’t help but laugh at Jing Yuan’s face, ignoring the smile creeping onto his face at the sight of your laughter.

“All I’m saying is that he’ll grow out of it, just like you did. Kids are desperate to prove themselves at that age. You ought to praise him a little more,” you advise him softly.

“I give praise where it is deserved,” Jing Yuan places your clasped hands on his chest with fake affrontedness, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he huffs in amusement.

“Yet I am expected to praise you even when you are undeserving?”

“I hadn’t realized there were times where I was ever undeserving of praise?” You can’t help to smack him with the hand that was resting on his chest as he pretends to ponder.

“Speaking of Yanqing though—” you start before Jing Yuan interrupts.

“I thought we were speaking about me?”

The roll of your eyes seemed to simply be an intrinsic reaction to Jing Yuan’s teases after all these years of dealing with his painfully fatherly sense of humor.

“General.”

The pleased smile on his face only curled higher. “I’m listening.”

“As I was saying, Yanqing’s birthday is approaching this month. Maybe it’s time he finally receives a sword from the Forgemaster on his birthday this year?”

“I can already imagine his tears of joy. He still asks when he can meet you sometimes. I admit I have yet to give him an answer in fear that he will spend every moment not used for training to instead bother you incessantly at your forge.”

“Like father, like son, I suppose. Send him around—it’s truly no bother. It would also help me figure out a suitable blade for him.”

You pretend to not see the way Jing Yuan’s brows knit together at your teasing jab.

“Come watch us train sometime soon. To help you gauge his fighting style, of course,” Jing Yuan remarks lightly.

“Of course,” you echo. Giving him a look before sighing, you grab your coat off the hook, opening the door for him as you slip it on. “Only for a little while at the festival, please. And no buying or winning me anything while we’re there.”

Jing Yuan doesn’t even try to hide the smile unfurling on his face and you know the next words that come out of his mouth are bound to be an easy lie. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else, Forgemaster.”

From spending every free minute together as kids to only seeing him when he came knocking on your door every single day. No matter what happened, the sun always rose the next day. And no matter what happened, your Jing Yuan was always there.

thanks for reading!! ✮⋆˙

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staretes · 8 months

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when you're sick

headcannons on how they would take care of you pairings: jing yuan x reader, blade x reader (seperate) a/n: i was sick 2 weeks ago and wrote this for self-indulgence ;-;

jing yuan

jing yuan knew that short-life species could be fragile, but he’s still taken back when you fall ill after a drizzle of rain.

when jing yuan finds you huddled under the blankets, shivering and coughing, the first thing he does is panic.

disease and illness rare amongst those who have encountered the abundance, so he's at a loss for what to do.

he immediately calls for bailu to come and take a look.

after bailu has determined you were just sick from the flu and prescribes medicine and bedrest, he pulls her aside to ask her how he should take care of you.

you always are, and will be his number one priority, so he leaves his work to fu xuan while he stays home to look after you.

he buys steaming soup from one of the highest quality restaurants in aurum alley, and gently blows on it before bringing a spoonful to your lips.

when it comes time for you to take your medicine, he feeds you cubes of fresh fruit afterwards to wash away the bitter taste.

does not care how small your illness is, he makes you stay in bed no matter what.

"now where do you think you're going?" you hear a voice from behind you as sit up and start to peel off your covers

"im just getting a glass of water" you respond hoarsely, but before you can get on your feet, jing yuan is already gently pushing you back into the soft sheets.

"i'll get it for you. you need to stay here and rest" he insists, pulling the covers back over you.

"but-"

“no buts." he brushes your hair away to place a soft kiss on your warm forehead. “please, i need you to get well soon.”

blade

the moment blade hears that you were sick with the flu, he scolds you for not taking care of yourself better.

“i told you not to overexert yourself, but yet you still went out to complete missions in the rain” he harps on, examining your weak state with stern eyes.

blade is surprisingly good at taking care of you.

he gently presses a cold compress on your forehead and drapes an extra blanket over you when he notices you shivering.

he leaves the house in disguise just so he can handpick the supplies he needs to look after you.

once he’s back, he finds you fast asleep, your illness having drained all your energy.

while you sleep, he brews tea from herbs to soothe your throat when you awake.

when he has nothing else to do, he watches over your sleeping form carefully, looking out for any signs of distress.

while you slip in and out of consciousness, you can sense his presence nursing over your sleeping body.

occasionally, you can feel cool fingers touch your forehead or your cheek to check your temperature.

although he would never admit it out loud, he's very worried about you

"(name)..." you hear murmurs beside you as fingers interwine with yours. "you're the only reason i want to keep living… so please, recover quickly for me."

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cakeboxie · 7 months

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Mara?

kinktober day no. 2

Then, for a terrifying moment, everything is perfectly still. Blade looms above you, one hand on his sword to hold himself up, the other holds you down by the nape of your neck.

Pairing: Blade/cis fem sub reader

CWs: dub con, semi-graphic description of gore, hunter/prey dynamic, violence, mind control (ish? He’s being controlled by the mara)

AN: Reader is explicitly referred to as a girl, and I reference afab anatomy more than once, PLEASE keep this in mind.

Kinktober masterlist

Marastruck! Blade who made a huge point of never letting you near him during fights. Because of the whole not recognizing your allies thing.

Marastruck! Blade who was not currently supposed to be fighting cloud knights. He was undercover with you trying to find a cafe you’d heard good things about.

Marastruck! Blade who Did Not respond well to being forced to fight in front of you, and ironically ends up being more brutal than usual. Because stress amplifies the effects of Mara.

Marastruck! Blade who ends up turning on you, barely giving you enough time to summon your weapon before he leaps towards you

A small part of you was thankful for how cautious Blade had been with you in regards to his Mara. In no small part because while you’d always known he was a dangerous man, it’s hard to believe he is when you’re only ever told of it. Grandiose stories of violence and gore that always sounded a little too fantastical to be real, even with the broad range of abilities displayed by your fellow steleron hunters.

But now, with the mangled corpses of a handful of cloud knights scattered around you; your blood soaked boyfriend in the middle, and the grotesque and horrifically wet sound of him removing his blade from the final body. The tall man that was your boyfriend stayed hunched over the corpse, panting as he drove his blade back through its rib cage. Snickering seemingly at the squelch that came with it.

Every cell in your body begged you to run. He doesn’t know you’re here, escape before he remembers you’re here!

… But you don’t, fear keeps you rooted to the spot as Blade stands to his full height. Eerily calm as he wipes the blood off of his sword before turning slowly to face you. His slow movements and seemingly calmed behavior are betrayed by the way his eyes glow. Hues of red and yellow that remind you a lot of the way predators are often drawn in comics or movies.

It’s hard not to feel hunted as he stills. Staring straight into you, you have half a mind to summon your weapon, and it’s a good thing you did. It’s sturdy form materializing just in time to block blades' first blow. Giving you just barely enough time to turn and sprint back towards the center of Aurum Alley

Not that you make it very far. Between his longer strides and the extent to which he’s used to running after his enemies. Blade is considerably faster than you, and you barely make it a block before he leaps at you again. The weight of him sends you tumbling, and as your body hits the ground you hear his sword dig into the dirt next to your ear, only barely far enough away to not cut you.

Then, for a terrifying moment, everything is perfectly still. Blade looms above you, one hand on his sword to hold himself up, the other holds you down by the nape of your neck. His knees rest snugly on either side of your hips as he forces you down, panting softly from the exertion

His voice is low and quiet when he speaks next, his breath on your neck sending a shiver down your spine. His voice borders on giddy and you can hear the smile on his face.

“I caught you, pretty girl, does that mean I get a prize?”

Prize? Your head swims as his grip on you loosens, just enough for him to adjust how you were laying. The hand on your neck moving to between your shoulders, the other pulling your hips up just enough for him to roll his hips against your ass, shamelessly rutting his growing bulge against you.

Blade growls above you when you squirm in his grip, putting more of his weight onto you as his rhythm falters, pulling away long enough to drag you onto your back before pressing your thighs as close to your ears as he could get them. Effectively pinning you down with his broad frame while his hands find the hem of your skirt. Working the smooth fabric up your thighs with one hand while the other pulled at the buttons on his pants, freeing his aching cock.

He groans low in his chest as he pulls your cotton panties aside, eagerly pushing the head of his cock past your slick folds and bottoming out with one harsh thrust. Sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he slammed his cock into your pretty cunt mercilessly. One of his hands making its way between your bodies to grope at your chest.

The thick haze of mara gradually dissipates as he mindlessly ruts into your gummy walls, chasing his own pleasure with little care for your own. But it was hard not to get off on the way he used you. His heavy cock splitting you open and pushing against your most sensitive spots.

Marastruck! Blade, who feels bad that you had to witness him fight firsthand. But his guilt ends there, and he will smirk and tease you about how much you enjoyed him using you while under the influence of the mara.

Marastruck! Blade, who is less hesitant about you seeing him fight, very aware of how much you get off on the idea of him chasing and catching you again.

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fluffyprettykitty · 8 months

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aurum

Pairing: pre-rebellion! Poe Dameron x princess!reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 850 words

Outline: The beautiful trader with the luscious curls is turning your sheets into quite a mess.

Warnings: breast worship, oral sex, nipple pulling, biting, unprotected penetration, poe being a major tease, failed quiet sex, etc, If I missed anything major let me know.

Author’s Note: aurum is the latin word for gold! this is just a pwp okay, also first thing I've written in like 2-3 months so so~

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Poe Dameron Masterlist

"Deeper!" you shout, tightening your grip on Poe's hair, your fingers buried inside his thick black curls. He is not the type to listen though and instead, he pulls out of you with a sardonic smirk on his face.

"Aren't we enjoying ourselves a little too much, princess?"

He whispers against your face, darting his tongue over your lips, before kissing you deeply. You wanted to protest, to beg him for more he knows exactly how to shut you up. His erect cock is firm against your stomach now and you can feel it pressuring you in a way that makes you mad it's not inside you right now.

"Poe..." You moan as his lips descend down to your neck, kissing and pulling your skin with expert skills, that make your insides burn.

"Please," You start to beg and he only looks at you in response.

"Didn't know a royalty of your kind would have to dissolve into such low dealing things such as pleading." He chuckles and his mouth is on your breast, nursing on a nipple with the most innocent look on his face.

"You're incredibly annoying for a loyal subject." You roll your eyes as he is sucking on your nipple, his hands holding your waist close to him.

"Maybe." He pulls his mouth out of your nipple for one second just to respond because it'd be unlike of him not to, just to switch to the other one.

"Aren't you bored of sucking all the time?" You say amused, maybe if you try the dominant approach, you'll reach your goal. "Don't you wanna just completely ruin me?"

He looks at you, his eyes still innocent, and then he smirks before gripping you tight and kneeling down, pushing your legs apart and burying his head between your thighs.

"Oh, fuck." You moan, as he begins to lick your juices dry, his lips caressing your thighs for a second before returning to your clit to suck on it peacefully.

So, he did love sucking so very much.

He continues like this even when he feels your body trembling, your orgasm reaching you, slow at first and then all together. Your thighs are squeezing his head, as your hands are behind you trying to grip the golden silk sheets. He seems relentless as he sucks you dry, your moans echoing across the hall and you are glad your king father is away on business. You would have kept more quiet if it wasn't for Poe being completely obsessed with ruining your reputation.

When he stops, it's only when you are breathing heavily, trying to remember how it feels to have air in your lungs and he rests his head on your pussy looking lovingly up at your face. Innocently and pliant as he always was.

"Bit of a noise nuisance there for a minute. Don't you think a princess should contain herself a little?"

You roll your eyes as you throw a pillow on your head. "You are bad at following orders, you know that?"

"Hm." He muses his fingers running circles on your inner thigh. "Maybe I didn't like the orders I was given."

"That's not how it works."

"Well, it's how it works for me." He shrugs and rises his body up, his cock still erect and red jiggling between his thighs as he switches positions.

"You really need some help with that thing though." You point directly.

"I do but if I ask for your help, you'll only scream so much your daddy dearest will come back in the middle of the day."

You frown and cross your arms on your chest, pushing your pillows aside. "You are such a bastard."

"Maybe." He shrugs and lays down next to you, looking into your eyes. "Or maybe I just want to say how well, the bannisters on this bed hold." He glances at the golden barristers behind you and you know exactly what he wants. Which is more or less what he always wants: to watch your breast jiggle.

"I think they are quite strong." You muse and roll over, climbing on his body and grazing your hands over his hairy chest. "But I wouldn't mind testing them again for you."

He helps you position yourself, pushing his cock inside your cunt slowly, as you settle on your position, leaning forward and grabbing the banisters. "Does this look good?" You smirk and roll your hips a little."

"Looks good, could look better. Always room for improvement."

You snort as you continue working your hips, back and forth slowly, trying to feel him all inside you, loving how full he makes you feel.

When the show is over for him, your dad can be heard from outside causing him to flee for his life.

Now, if only he didn't spend the last three hours only teasing you...

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yurababy · 1 year

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you are my answer— h.js (teaser)

hong jisoo x afab!reader, will be smut, part of the Don’t Listen in Secret series! can be read alone or w/ the other members’ (as of 04/15, cheol, han, & jihoon)

synopsis joshua tries, he really does try to be the calm and composed member, but his patience is just too short. when it runs out, he knows exactly where to go to cool down, or, technically, heat up.

notes fiction. this is fiction. i don’t think shua acts like this. i don’t know him. only a tiny tiny bit of my personal subconscious analysis as a fan and psychology major. i’m not s jihancheol shipper :3 that part is just for laughs ! i love shua and don’t think of him in any strange way… it’s just to build character bc this is fiction. even the parts of him thst i do think are somewhat accurate are more endearing then annoying. if u have a problem lmk. also jeonghan!! dlis!! jeonghan!! ok thanks. 800-ish wordcount. idk when this will be out i’m like 1.6k in so far...

➤ title is from “lean on me” by the one and only seventeen hiphop team.

part of the don’t listen in secret series.

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“are you serious right now?”

the voice immediately had you and dokyeom’s eyes enlarge as they made contact with one another. you had been watching seokmin respond to a few fans on weverse, the boy having been recording a cute video of himself before leaving, when a group seemed to enter the hybe hallway.

“calm down-” could be heard in the echo, but you interrupted the voice before the rest of the sentence could be heard.

“can’t use that take,” you made sure dokyeom very carefully clicked the delete button rather than the post to ensure no fans overanalyzed the mystery situation. somewhat hypocritically, you did the same thing you wished others not to do and came to a conclusion as to who one of the voices would be.

joshua was not one to display his anger.

in fact, he was noted as one of the calmest members when it came down to a hasty situation. he was the one to deal with jeonghan’s games and call junhui cute and pat vernon’s head.

and he liked his reputation, he liked being someone that could comfort. only, you knew that even he could get stressed out sometimes, and you knew this very well.

(“it’s so fucking annoying sometimes, like, even if they know i’m the mafia, can’t they just pretend they don’t? maybe they just pick me for fun! i’m a pretty good actor!”

“shua... do you know how to play mafia?”

“i’m better now! i practice sometimes, watch.”)

(“i can’t believe he just fucking ate the cookies. those were literally my favorite fucking cookies—

“shua, you told chan he could have them, in front of me. you said ‘of course you can, channie!’”

“that doesn’t mean he’s supposed to! can you imagine if i told him he can’t eat my cookies?”)

but these were secrets kept from the members. of course, he was more than comfortable around them, but after years of having to work up this image for his idol-side, he can barely swear without following or preceding it with a soft apology through a clenched jaw.

seokmin’s phone clicked off and the two of you finally were in the presence of a seething joshua parallel to a side-by-side seungcheol and jeonghan.

that was definitely concerning.

joshua scoffed. “why should i when i have literally every reason to be upset?”

this particular trio did not often find themselves in disagreements at all, so it was more subconscious for both you and dokyeom to intervene.

once closer, you took in the situation as dokyeom started with a far too happy, “hey guys! what’s going on?” he walked directly among the trio while you kept some distance, a bit behind joshua so he wouldn’t be distracted by your presence.

jeonghan looked a bit uncomfortable, seungcheol had his lips pressed in a thin line, but joshua turned to seokmin. “i wouldn’t know, because these two go everywhere without me recently. have i even seen you guys in the dorms? is it because you two are older than me? are you dating?”

the last one made you cover your mouth with your hand for a moment, dokyeom’s eyes widening and the two oldest members furrowing their eyebrows. seungcheol shook his head and trailed towards joshua’s side. he held one shopping bag in one hand, the brand miumiu, while jeonghan held another, dior. on the way to joshua, he slipped the bag handles out of jeonghan’s fingers, gripping both before presenting them to joshua.

it didn’t take a genius to understand the brands’ significance to joshua. his face fell slightly blank at the epiphany.

“we’re so busy around the time of your birthday, shua, that’s all. we don’t mean to leave you out, never.” he threw an arm around jisoo’s shoulder, and your gaze shifted to jeonghan’s. jeonghan made eye contact with you as if he predicted you would check on him, eyes more relaxed than before. seungcheol started walking, so jisoo starting walking. jeonghan walked a bit in front, looking back at you once. once.

“don’t think so fast. we love you, why would we do that?” cheol continued, joshua’s pursed lips curled into an upside-down smile, not meeting his eyes as much as they usually do.

you could tell there was plenty of room waiting for jisoo to respond, apologize, accept the sweet gesture for his birthday. he seemed to know this too, mumbling an apology for swearing and getting upset. seungcheol nodded and rubbed his shoulder.

you walked further away until you could only faintly make out the second eldest’s, “we wouldn’t date without you, shua-ya.”

joshua was being irrational, jumping to conclusions before even processing what was going on. a bit after you sat back down with seokmin, your phone lit up with a text notification. the expansion read, “im so pissed rn do u know what just happened wait i can tell u if u come over later,” and you pretended your giggle was in response to a funny post rather than his obliviousness. at least shua knew how to manage his anger in a way that left him content.

you didn’t mind it either, what, him fucking you relentlessly instead of actually ranting? why wouldn’t you text him with a confirmation, and why wouldn’t you rummage through your closet for lingerie?

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secret-smut-sideblog · 15 days

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To Build A Home

Gale x F! Tav (named)

(Child Of Dawn series, Part 5)

18+ religious trauma, complicated feelings, tenderness (platonic and romantic), love proclamations

The wound in her chest healing, Aurum confronts the ties that still bind her. And with Mystra's new expectations given, Gale cannot wait any longer to tell her of his feelings...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

Sat in waist high grass, she waited.

World still dark, head bowed, hands resting in her lap.

As soon as the crown of the sun's head rose over the mountain, the hymn began. Low, distant, but gaining power.

Her flock calling for her.

She responded in the old song. Heart aching with loss, anger, regret. Fury at being here again, at herself for re-looping this cut thread around her wrist.

But, more than anything, ashamed at the relief. The feeling of not being alone. That her convocation was with her again.

Their voices strong, surrounding her in rapturous wordless prayer. Her own voice rising high above, feeling their devotion like lovesick children.

Tears streamed down her face, bitter and tender in equal parts.

As the sun, the true sun, fully crested the sky, their voices faded into the ether. Gone until the next morning.

Gripping at her weathered holy robes, her tears fell silent.

"I am not your savior." She whispered to the crickets, to the waving grass.

Her chest still ached, both in restraining the sun inside and the deep fracture that struck down it.

She had gone too far and she couldn't go back now. Unless devine intervention struck, the sun had been rose. And a false sun cannot set.

Reawakening had been what had saved him from the shadow curse, but at such a cost. She could never tell him the extent of the choice she had made that day.

Clenching her fist, she cried. So close. She had been so close to being out.

But what was done is done. Now she had to learn to live with it again.

Rising her palm to the sun streaked sky, she let the sigil of Lathander burn above her.

Maybe he would be more forgiving than Amauntor. The same god she is sworn to in essence, but a different facet. She did call upon some level of his power already.

But could the false sun turn him from her? The blasphemy seated inside her chest.

A dome of light covered the entire of the clearing as she hushed the incantation, lifting the ends of her hair.

She closed her eyes and tried to channel him, palm burning in defiance already.

Only when her chest began shrieking in indignant betrayal did she release. But she felt it, if just for a moment.

"Aurum?"

She turned her head, letting the spell fall away. Smiling warmly at the legs approaching in the grass.

"How'd your hunt go?"

Astarion flopped down next to her with a sigh, stretching long legs out.

"That good, huh?" She teased, resting her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head in kind.

They sat quiet like that for a moment, tall grass waving around them. Hidden away in a small pocket of the earth.

"I missed this." He sighed, lacing their hands together. "And I didn't even remember it. Isn't that silly? Missing something that you forgot you had."

Aurum hummed in agreement. She felt the same, tenderness between friends was something she could barely recall. But her heart ached for it all the same.

"So, how's the hopeless pining going?" He teased, knocking his knee against hers.

"Oh, about as well as your hunting."

He scoffed, and she laughed.

"I'm well enough that you can feed on me again, Astarion. I promise."

"I'll take you up on that offer. But you're avoiding my question, you're oh so good at that."

She sighed, turning to face him. Picking up pieces of grass and laying them in a line on her knee.

"It's just so complicated. There's so much going on even outside of my internal problem. The Absolute, the tadpoles, the orb... Gods don't even get me started on Mystra and her order to detonate it! The bitch..."

"Language!" Astarion admonished.

"Oh her and I would have words, I promise you that. It's just..."

As she trailed off he squeezed her hand in encouragement.

"I don't know how much Gale wants me or he wants another Mystra, you know?"

Astarion hummed in agreement.

"I think on some level he sought me out as a replacement. Another goddess to worship. Gods the way he looked at me in those early days, I felt like I was back in the temple in Waterdeep."

She looked up at him, smiling sadly.

"I wish he could see me the way that you can. Messy, imperfect, honestly a little annoying."

Astarion snorted. "A little?"

She pinched his thigh.

"I just... I don't want to be a devine messenger anymore. Though it seems that may be my fate."

She felt tears threatening. "I wish things could be any other way."

The sun flared in her chest, and she cupped her hand over it.

He put his hand over hers.

"I hear you."

She smiled, pressing her forehead to his.

"Thank you."

They took another moment of comfortable silence. Connected to one another.

"Let's go back to camp, darling. Before we get ticks."

She laughed, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

"True, we only have enough room for one bloodsucker around here."

"Absolutely vile feedback, my dear."

He pulled her up by their clasped hands. Thumb rubbing hers as they walked. The risen sun at her back, they returned to their small noisy, messy world.

"One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, and prise the fear from my heart. I'm so very glad you came, to share this with me."

Aurum's heart ached, finding his words to be true. The canopy of Weave he had constructed floating over her, blanketing the sky in ribbons of blue and purple.

"I know this is all unreal, but I created it for you. You must know that you're..." He paused, face tensing. "That you're very special to me."

She pulled her bottom lip into her teeth, not voicing her underlying thoughts but still feeling them.

"If things were different, if we were home, I'd have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short."

His soft brown eyes fell on her then, face strained.

"I'm in love with you." A near whisper.

She knew he was, had known for a while. In the way all devotees love their object of worship.

She took his hands and kissed him deeply.

"I don't think I can be what you want from me." She hushed against his lips, pulling away slightly. "I can't be your new goddess, Gale."

He took a sharp breath in, but didn't pull away.

"I know. I'm sorry. I've put you in an unfair position."

Relief flooded through her at his admission.

"If we do this, we must be equals. I cant..." She paused, tears threatening. Turning her face down.

"I can't take being held above anymore. It hurts too much."

He cupped her face, bringing her eyes back up to his.

"I can love you as mortals do, I promise I can."

A knot in her throat silenced her for a moment.

"I think I could love you the same if you'll still have me." She hushed.

He laughed softly

"Of course I'll still have you. Gods, that's a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself."

Aurum giggled, wiping her tears with her fingers.

"Well, I had planned to bond with you the way gods do. But given the circumstances that would be rather ill mannered, wouldn't it?"

He offered his hand to her, pulling her up.

"So you've caught on." She teased.

He scrunched up his nose in that playful way she adored.

"But if you'll allow me, I'd still like to take you somewhere. How about the perfect night in Waterdeep? Yes... Let's imagine how it would be."

She nodded, and with a wave of his hand a warm room enveloped them.

"The scene is this: you and I stand in the room that is the center of my universe."

As he introduced the room to her, she followed behind him. Taking in the cozy decor, the crackling fire. Fingers gently trailing along small objects on his desk.

He got quiet, staring at her in adoration.

She picked up a small trinket and held it to the light.

"What?" She smiled to his staring.

"Oh, nothing. You just look good here. It suits you, being in the heart of my world."

Her chest lit up white.

She looked down in shock.

"Are you okay?" He stepped forward, concern in his eyes.

"I think so. It's just... it's never done that before."

She held her hand to the sun, feeling a pleasant heat.

Then she started laughing.

"Care to share your epiphany?" He stepped forward, placing his hand next to hers.

"You know we see the sun as yellow or even orange..." She started, moving her hand to let him have full touch.

"But it's an illusion. Its true color is white."

He smiled down at the brilliant light carding between his fingers, looking back up at her.

"Can I show you my favorite spot?"

She nodded, and he led her by the hand to double doors, opening for them with a gentle creak.

"Ah, the weary sun takes its gentle dive into the sea." He hummed as they stepped out into the warm light.

The sea illuminated in the soft pink hues of the resting sun. Sailboats drifting, the gentle sounds of lapping water.

Aurum walked out to the railing, taking in the view with him. Both tinged in longing for a place far from them.

"When this is all over, I want to go back. I miss Waterdeep so much." Aurum sighed.

He turned to her, taking both of her hands in his.

"Could I take you home? Would you allow me that honor?"

She smiled, squeezing his hands.

"I would like that. Though I don't know if I could call Spires of the Morning home."

She paused then, a sad but honest thought crossing her.

"I've only ever lived in temples. I guess I've never had a home."

He stepped forward, holding the back of her head as she looked up at him.

"If we survive this, and if miraculously by the end we're both whole and sane... if you still will have me by then, I will make a home for you. Whether my own, here, or one entirely new. Would you want that?"

The sun burned a radiant white inside her, telling him her answer before she could speak. But she did anyway.

"Yes. Yes I want that."

He kissed her deeply, drinking her through. As endless as the sea and as replenishing as summer rain, he poured love into her.

When he finally pulled away she whispered to him.

"Please take me to bed, Gale."

Part 6

#doomed by the narrative girls ily #gale x tav #gale smut #lyrics by: two - sleeping at last #screenshot by me!

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trenchcoat-gecko · 6 months

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I just wanted to say thank you for writing Aurum. Now I see you remaking it into a book which is super rad and every time you post art of the guys, it's so cool and part of my brain goes wild because 'omg that's the dudes!!' And I still do think about it from time to time.

I also think in some small way it has changed my life. I started to write again because of it, it kind of inspired me to pick writing up again and gave me confidence to post some fics of my own.

Genuinely sorry if that was too personal or anything, I wasn't intending to be. You don't need to respond if you don't want, I understand this is long. I guess I just wanted you to know how cool Aurum is and the impact it's had. Thanks for writing it and sharing it and I'm definitely going to be supporting it when it's published!

Omgggg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i am SO honored that Aurum had such a profound effect on you and that it inspired you! It genuinely means so much to me to hear things like this from people who have read my work. I’m so glad it has touched peoples’ lives— yours and many others. And I hope it’ll continue to have that effect once it’s formally published ^^

I’m also so happy to see how many people are excited for me to publish, even if it won’t be a fanfic anymore and even through all its edits (it’s mostly the same, but I’ve added and cut scenes here & there, and some of the lore has to be adjusted as I translate it into an original story). It’s genuinely such a huge motivator for me to keep going, to keep working, because i KNOW there are people out there who want to read it.

No need to apologize, it wasn’t too personal!! This ask genuinely made my day 🥺💖

#aurum #you all are inspirations to me just as much as i’m inspiring yall fjsjfjdjfjd

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 8 months

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alao "devotion"

Ask Game!

'alao' lol

When he'd lost his master, he promised himself he'd never let his greed get the better of him again. A greedy man in life, he couldn't bear to see himself repeat the same mistakes in death. He saw not his reaperhood as a second chance, but he'd be remiss if he didn't try harder.

He spent years walking a path uncertain, unsure. He had seen the hubris of humanity when he was alive. And then he saw the hubris of death when he'd died. It was hard then, to find zir place in this world. Difficult to find any meaning in the cracked streets.

Harder even, was explaining what had happened.

"That was your area, wasn't it, Aurum? Did you know who went?"

Ze'd been asked more than once, and each time, ze responded the same way. "No, I'm not sure unfortunately." Ze was young then, young enough that nobody questioned him twice. And he preferred it that way.

But when he was alone, surrounded by empty walls, barren floors. Their missing presence sunk into his bones. He rubbed his thumb over the ruby in his hand, smooth and worn down from centuries of toying with it.

At some point, he'd attached it to the golden chains he wore in his hair. A reminder of them. In his empty house, surrounded by nothing. It was often all he had. White eyes blinked as ze looked down at the candle on the table. Unlit. Ze never burned it.

"This is what devotion has gotten us, Master."

Aurum's voice was bitter and quiet. Alvars had left zem with no real understanding. Things came naturally after a while. But it wasn't fair, nor was it right. Ze saw the worst of what devotion wrought. An exhale, unnecessary, ze didn't breathe.

He brought his hands up, bringing the chains once more around his hair and head. He draped the jewellery over himself again. The ruby settled nicely against his forehead. Always kept against his crown as a reminder for what not to do.

Aurum wondered if he'd ever recover from Alvars' devotion to life within death and subsequent erasure from existence.

#☾*✲⋆. essence of myrrh #from the fate ; yoonie #⋆｡°✩ Aurum #⋆｡°✩ Alvars #☾*✲⋆. Creatio Ex Chao

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gaydexvocaloid · 1 month

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tbh i'm embarrassed because being attracted to a Conventionally Attractive White Man (aurum isn't a man but you understand what i mean) is something i'd be laughed at for and i worry a little too much over what others think of me. oh well, i'm grateful i can at least confide in you

ohhhh i get it, i understand :(( i’m glad you can confide in me too at least!! i know it’s easier said than done but try not to feel embarrassed, it’s really nothing to be ashamed of at all!! i saw ur other ask so i’m going to respond with more to add onto this 1 moment ❤️❤️

#asks

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r0-boat · 1 year

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Soldier, Poet, King

Soldier

Knight!Cole

When you heard your dear knight was stationed at an outpost to fight back against an enemy Kingdom you grew sick with worry. He was one of the best in your army, yet you still fret that one of these days, he may not return to you, having nightmares of his lifeless body on the ground haunting you since the day he left the castle.

As soon as you stepped off your carriage, you went off on your own to his personal quarters, ignoring the worried calls of the other soldiers. Their arms open for him to catch you. You were rushing through the entrance of his tent, throwing yourself into his arms. Cole's eyes widen in surprise at your sudden visit; the battlefield was no place for someone of noble status. After all " why are you here??" Cole hisses " Do you know how dangerous it is out here-"

Your muffled Sobs of relief made his heart stop. His Stern look immediately softens, wrapping his arms around you.

His lips, cold and chapped from the chill air of early winter, gently touch your soft ones.

"Don't waste your tears on me... my duty is to protect you..."

Your red-haired Knight kneels before you. Call takes your hand, putting his lips upon your knuckles. His red eyes like shining rubies, bore into yours, lighting a flame in your heart.

" please your highness, return to the castle, and I promise to return home to you."

Poet

Royal Advisor!Oliver

His eyes dart up from his desk as the door to his office slowly opens. His lips curling into a small smile when he sees you coming in.

" Are you here to distract me from my work once again?" He chuckles putting his pencil down.

His smile only widens when he sees a cup in your hands. You placed a cup on his desk, steaming with hot tea.

"oh, sweetheart, did you make this for me? I'm very flattered." Who is he to turn down a gift from His Highness? Seeing him working so hard to the point of passing out on the desk. He truly needed this.

Oliver hums in delight as your lips touch his forehead. " As much as I adore your distractions, I do have to continue working."

Your smile fades for a second before hoping on to his desk letting his precious papers fall to the ground.

Oliver's eyes widen paying no mind to all his work now being on the floor only focusing on you his cheeks flushing red.

"y-your highness...?" He mutters against his cup of tea.

He tensed his old body when your fingers grabbed his chin, making him look up at you.

" you work so hard I think you deserve a break no pain no mind to your work and pay attention to me."

Oliver swallowing the lump in his throat could only respond

"Y-yes, your majesty."

And thus once again no work was done that day.

King

Fiance!Silas

Your Carriage finally entered the city capital of Aurum, where you're said to meet with Prince Silas.

As the personal maids in Butler's carrier things into the castle, the soldiers help you out of the carriage, and that's where you see your beloved to be. His tone skin and deep amethyst eyes were mysterious yet shining like galaxies, with his hair Majestic like a lion's mane tied in a ponytail with a purple ribbon. With the sweet smile he introduces himself grabbing your hand and slowly bringing it to his lips.

" Long have I waited to meet you in person, my dear,"

You giggle your fiance was just as Charming in person as he was in his letters he would write to you every night.

You wrap your arm around his letting Silas guide you through his castle.

" in your letters you told me you had Birds may I see them?"

You watch as his eyes light up. You never heard Silas so excited to show you his beloved flock of birds

" I thought you'd never ask."

He hastes his footsteps, almost dragging you along with him and making his way to the garden. He is excited to show you his Aviary out in the garden full of playful lovebirds.

And oh, how playful and loving they were! Singing and squawking playing with all kinds of toys and wooden charms, some toys looked hand carved, with wooden perchs with a small little tree.

In a soft tone, your fiance asks to hold out your finger. A pink and green bird bounding happily on his hand jumps on your finger, the markings on her face in the shape of a heart.

" This was my first ever pet her name is Peaches don't worry she's very friendly she never bites."

Peaches full of energy hops out of your finger and back to him.

" Oh, my apologies, peaches is also very attached to me."

It didn't bother you any. You tried to hold back your laughter, seeing your fiance becoming nothing but a perch for his birds.

" They must really love you."

He felt he'd rush to his cheeks, your smile warming his heart. He bashfully looks away from you.

"Y-yeah they really do."

#ro.chatting #oc:cole #oc:silas #oc: sterling #Fluff #Oc x reader

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wingbeat-system · 6 months

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Time to break the ice.

This will be a personal blog. Something between a space to reblog stuff and a diary. Or whatever anyone wants to make of it. None of my business /hj

General Info

We're currently 21, accept they/them as a collective pronoun, and will respond to Wingbeat. Our system discovery happened summer 2017, but everything went quiet around 2018. Rediscovery happened late 2022.

We're largely syscourse neutral. We did that whole thing the first time round and would rather stay out of it.

Alter info under the cut. Probably more to be added as time goes on.

Most of the following info is also kept on our carrd, but here it is on tumblr as well.

Noki - Host - Any/All

Known for certified host moments (tm), they will have denial episodes on occasion. This is normal and will pass when someone else kicks them out of front.

They are otherwise known for drawing, enjoying wynncraft, and trying to keep track of system mapping.

Eve but to the right.

Eve - Co-Host - Any/All

Noki but to the left. Softspoken.

Loves Robins.

Mara - Co-Host - She/They

Known for her perfectionism, she usually takes over during work hours and occasionally to do chores.

Loves skirts and bows.

Tabby - Co-Host - She/It

Known for being the local catkin.

Loves her cat naps

Blue - Protector - She/It

Lives by rule of funny.

Sunny - Denial Denier - They/She

Known for fronting when Noki (or anyone) goes into denial as proof it's real. Generally done with everyone's shit

Loves daisies.

Zeta - Caretaker - She/Her

Caretaker of the emotional side of things. Typically internal, but very active. System mom.

Loves purple and shiny things.

Ingo - Fictive - He/Him

Extremely shy.

Oran - Symptom Holder - It/He

Speaks in a truncated form of English and is shy about it.

Venus - Caretaker - She/Her

Caretaker of the physical side of things

Loves autumn

Aurum - Morale - They/Them

Another system shitposter. Won't let their memes be dreams

Luxa - Happiness - She/Her

Bliss in an alter

Rhya - Former Host - She/He

Took over during a previous job that we're no longer at. Very tomboyish

Kitty - Little - She/Her

Liebe - Symptom Holder - They/Them

Butterfly - Fragment? - It/They

#wingbeat speaks #blurry/unsure/anon #actuallytraumagenic #sysblr #lets go with that #unsure what we're going to put on here still but. hey. its here now

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steelcarbuncle · 2 years

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╔Growth╗

Growth: Something that has grown or is growing.

Mood Music Music Box Song

◄2 turns, or 29 moons, or 933 suns, or 22,405 bells.►

"Sasari, it is your turn to present your project," Master Susumehi called patiently while the other three apprentices stirred and tittered among themselves.

Sasari waited patiently for the previous work, a lovely set of ruby and pearl necklace and earrings worked in rosegold and designed in the style of Sil'dah, to be removed from the presentation pedastal by the prior apprentice. By comparison, the copper box with mother of pearl clouds inlaid in it, was quite simple as Sari set it down for her presentation. She waited until the apprentices had settled their whispering before speaking. "Turn out the lights… please."

The others did as asked, though there was sure a complaint rising from the other apprentices about the odd girl's request. When the only remaining light was the soft blue glow from the crystals in Sasari's bracers, there came the winding sound of a clockwork mechanism that served to hush the whispered gripes of everyone shrouded in darkness.

The sharp smell of sulfer and that singular mote of bright light at the tip of a match.

The flame carefully lowered behind a small moving wall of colored glass that flowed at the center of the now open box. Tiny brass arms moved small figures around the glass casting shadows shaped as celestial bodies in the sea of rainbow hues that danced around the darkened room.

The room that had only been sounding with the soft clicking of mechanisms seemed to come to life as the first music box began. It was soon joined by a secondary music box, tinging a soft harmony to the first. The room was filled with the gentle, bell like music of the internal music boxes as well as the dancing light for several more moments before the song drew to a close.

"Impressive, Sasari, at first I had wondered why you had been excusing yourself from working with the others but I see you needed to seek outside help for the music cylinder, yes?" Master Susumehi clapped twice while he spoke.

"Yes… I… only had a melody. A bard that had been performing outside the Quicksand helped with the second cylinder." She responds matter of factly to their teacher as she moves to relight the lanterns in the room. "He… also said that aurum regis makes the best music so I reforged the first cylinder upon his recommendation." Sasari paid no mind to the murmurs from the other apprentices at her talking about what, was in fairness, quite an expensive metal to work with.

"Excellent! All right my young apprentices, collect your works and off to bed with all of you. We'll talk of your continuation training tomorrow individually." Master Susumehi shuffled the paperwork in front of him and stood and turned to leave them to their own devices.

"The rich dumb girl trying ta show tha rest of us up!" The Hyrian apprentice spoke up to his Lalafellin cohort.

Sasari moved to snuff out the the lamp at the center to her music device before she could close it back up. Paying no mind to anything said in her vicinity that wasn't from the Master.

"Anyone kin show yer rings up, Bertram," the Lalafell snorted at his own joke as he settles the ruby necklace and earrings into a display box for safe keeping.

Sari continued folding the components carefully into the box so that the mechanisms were not damaged upon closing, finally closing the box with a soft snap.

"Shaddup Cici. I cut all tha stones meself, that takes talent!" Bertram glowered at his friend.

Was this when she should say something? She looked at the box in her hands and then at the two somewhat squabbling. "All… of your pieces…. showed your work." The flat monotone of her delivery did not land particularly well with the Hyurian lad and he seemed to turn a bit red at the words.

"Yea? We all can't sit with a hammer all day like you!" The young man smacked the box from Sari's hands. Hitting a desk before ultimately the floor spelled the demise of the copper music box.

All of the apprentices stared at the fallen box with its small halo of brass bits and colored glass shards scattered around it before the others made their escape from what would likely be the wrath of the Master. Sasari stared longer than the others, trying to place the weird notion she had that something was off. She then got a broom and cleaned up the hazard.

Why was telling him that his work showed in his finished piece wrong?

◄2 turns, or 29 moons, or 933 suns, or 22,409 bells.►

Sasari sat in her room with the larger of the aurum regis cylinders in her hands, carefully running her fingers over the bumps that made up the pattern for the song. Master Susumehi told her he would help her fix it from accidentally dropping the fragile music box. Next time she would build it stronger.

◄2 turns, or 30 moons, or 960 suns, or 23,051 bells.►

"This is the important part, 'prentice, pay attention." The old Roegadyn spoke more harshly than Master Susumehi had, but it really made little difference to Sasari as she sat attentively at the work table. He turned the carefully crafted mammet core in his hands so the girl could easily see the work. He picked up a pair of bent nose tweezers and used them to point out the lines along which the aetheric energy would flow along the core. "Here is where your connections need be. Misalignin' this can ruin the whole thing so ya gotta be careful with this."

"Yes Master," Sasari nodded to his words, taking small notes on a pad of paper.

"Good, t'morrow we'll work on the vocal compartment after you practice buildin' yer own core today. Get a'going gel, y'ain't got all night." Master Autumn shooed his only apprentice away from his work table.

◄2 turns, or 31 moons, or 1,002 suns, or 24,048 bells.►

The three legged mechanical construct wobbled across the table in front of Sasari and then turned unsteadily upon registering the sharp drop off of the edge. "ObStiCal… DanGeRouS -HissCrackle!-"

Sari's hands were clasped in front of her as she watched the construct. She couldn't place why she felt like she couldn't sit still. The feeling was only vaguely remembered, like a dream, but still she kept her hands together to keep them behaving. "Yes… though you should survive a tumble. Your vocal compartment is made of hardsilver," She told the construct as it turned again to avoid bumping into a box of parts she had borrowed from the Master.

Master stepped into the workroom and blinked at his apprentice, it was only just past dawn, had the young girl been here all night? He was even more surprised at the small contraption she had cobbled together after leaving her to work on practice pieces. "Oi, what's that lil' gizmo ya got there?"

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #FFxiv #sasari sari #gizmo rizmo

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