isleofavalon | February open log

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final fantasy xiv: emet-selch

February open log

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Coming out of a sleep (canon update) and throwing himself into quests to distract himself from new memories
🕒 WHEN: Throughout February
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS:
- Possible sexual content in the arrow threads.
- Potential spoilers for Endwalker, let me know if you are fine with them or not.

1. G(lacial)-Warriors 🗡️ (Knight quest)

A quest is just what he needs to take his mind off the plethora of revelations to come from his day of forced slumber - and what better way than to go out and hit something until it falls to pieces? He takes his gunblade, his horse, and the provisions provided by Camelot to all knights embarking on this particular journey. In typical fashion, he does not bother to ask around and see if anyone would like to join him. No, he wants the time to himself to sort out his thoughts.

Yet nothing is ever that easy, is it? He's ambushed by one of the I.C.E. constructs as he nears the spot. His horse rears up in alarm, throwing him from the saddle before bolting into the trees. Emet-Selch lands with a painful thud into a bank of snow. Fortunately, the gunblade strapped to his back seems in order. Unfortunately, the ICE is advancing on him and he's having trouble getting out of the snow.

Help?

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

2. Serve, Save, Slave, Slay...Some Sushi 🗡️

The sushi monster is no easier to slay than the I.C.E. as Emet-Selch discovers much to his chagrin. What does a man have to do to get some relatively simple knight quests??

The...creature(?) fires a round of pellets at him which has him diving into a rolls to avoid. He comes up into a crouch just in time to parry one of the sharp green swords it wields, quickly getting his feet beneath him before the second can slice him in half. He's been at it for a few minutes by now, focus utterly consumed by the opponent before him. He's growing tired though and the thing still doesn't look like it plans to give up.

"Ridiculous thing," he seethes. "And me, reduced to using these inferior magicks... I should have asked Irhya for a greatsword instead of a gunblade."

He fires off a round and its ricochet echoes throughout the forest. Even if the sound doesn't draw attention, the eerie blue after-image of the shot is worth attention.

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

3. I See You, Opening! 🛡️

Well of course, Emet-Selch doesn't want anything to do with these tricksy arrows and their dubious effects. But other people may have no such qualms. Perhaps you want to see this sour-looking man pour his heart out to one of his associates. Or perhaps you want to make him suffer by tasting nothing but chocolate for two weeks. Anything goes. ~~Really. Anything.~~

If shooting: Please nominate which arrow you're shooting him with. I'm happy to write custom starters if you want.

If encountering him after he's been shot: Please nominate which effect you want for him. Again, I can write a custom starter if that's preferred.

4. Wildcard

If you have some ideas, feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment on the CR meme.

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Of all the possible responses he was expecting, that certainly had not been one of them. The sentiment leaves him speechless, and he swallows hard for a moment as his heart twists and leaps in his chest.

"Alright," he finally breathes, giving Hades' hand a firm squeeze as he follows his mate upstairs, to their abode. "You know how much I love you, don't you...?" he murmurs softly. "If there was any other way, I... I didn't want to slay you. That you that I met on the First..."

"I know."

It's easier to think that they - the Warriors - despise him. The guilt weighs on him more heavily some days than others. If they despised him, then he wouldn't have to feel even more guilty for loving them. But they do love him.

Why couldn't events have gone another way?

"I wish we could have cooperated. I wish I could have shown you a star made whole without needing to end all other life. I wish-- I wish..."

It's pointless to wish now. His expression falls and he grips Felih's hand a little more tightly as they make their way to Felih's bedroom.

Felih has to pause, pulling Hades back into his arms before he tugs the man down into another kiss. Deep, and loving, and tender, full of all the emotion he struggles to convey in words.

Only then does he follow Hades into his room, shutting the door behind them for a touch more privacy, before tugging him towards his bed. "Here, I'm all yours. And we're safe and sound, without the machinations of others to bind us," he murmurs softly, squeezing his hands.

The floral scent of Felih's interior garden permeates the room. He breathe in deep and exhales slowly as he is led to the bed, already loosening some of the buttons from the collar of his shirt. Blood pulses loudly in his ears. The expectation sets his heart beating quick. His grip tightens as well.

"I miss some things about that city," he says softly. "Its amenities, mostly. You felt more comfortable with that herb, yes?"

Felih can't help but go a touch shy at that, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. A small tug undoes the sash around his waist, letting his layered robes start to fall open and undone, baring warm, dark skin to his lover's gaze.

"I... I miss some things, too," he says, swallowing hard, his tail aquiver behind him. "...I did like the spice. If only I could have brought some with me... It felt... right," he murmurs next, barely audible, feeling the back of his knees finally bump against the bed, letting him pull his mate down with him onto the sheets.

"But we're fine like this, too. The only difference is we need more lubricant," he laughs softly, still a bit shy. It's unusual for him, considering how he normally enjoys sprawling over the sheets and preening, showing off his form for his lovers.

He nods just the once, feeling his own cheeks warm as his gaze flits over Felih's naked silhouette. He takes a seat upon the bed at his mate's urging, feeling emboldened enough to shed some of his own clothes.

As he leans in to kiss Felih again, a stronger pulse of want rocks his body. With greater haste now, he starts pulling the rest of his clothes off. His kissing grows rougher, messier; his breathing, heavier.

"Perhaps I could create...a potion...later," he says breathlessly between kisses.

When his lover starts to kiss him harder, Felih melts against the sheets and pants, moaning softly into Hades' lips and letting his body fluidly roll and press up against his. His mate's kisses are growing fervent and rough, making him want more and more, and soon he's shamelessly rutting his swollen cock against Hades' abdomen, smearing slick precum over his skin, while his hips and the curve of his rear grind against Hades' lap.

"I'd be happy if you did," Felih mumbles between their mouths, between a pair of rushed and needy kisses. "Be all yours again, too, like before-" he pants softly before another kiss, this time nibbling at his lover's lip before swiping over it with his textured Miqo'te tongue.

"Mate me and claim me..." His voice takes on an edge of a whimper as his cock throbs and twitches, spurting pre with a particularly strong wave of need. "As much as you want..."

"Such a needy boy you are," he groans against Felih's mouth. Then again, it's not like that isn't exactly what he wants right now. Hot desire courses through his veins, almost as urgent and pressing as when he had experienced a mating heat. His swelling cock presses between his partner's buttocks. Although it's tempting to simply take Felih then and there, he makes himself reach for the pump bottle of lubricant kept within reach and uses it to slick himself down. Whatever remains, he smears over his fingers and starts preparing the miqo'te to take him.

"Don't come without me now, my dear," he says huskily.

Oh. Felih hadn't realized he was weak to that, and he shivers as his lover's words only serve to rile him up further. "You'd be needy too, knowing how you make me feel," Felih pants. He shivers and keeps rutting, wanting more touch and heat and friction, and feeling his mate's fingers pressing into him and slicking his entrance makes him moan against Hades' shoulder.

"If I cum, you're the one to blame," Felih mumbles softly, nipping and leaving marks along Hades' collarbone. He rocks down onto his lover's fingers, aching for friction over the swollen sweet spot of his, wanting more pleasure. His cock twitches and throbs, dripping more pre between them as he waits impatiently for his lover to deem him ready and fill him. "You're the one doing this to me..." he purrs, fingers curling against Hades' back, legs and tail both wrapping around his hips.

His fingers brush the spot, teasing, not quite allowing Felih the full pleasure of it. But his mate won't have to wait long for relief - Hades cannot hold back much longer either, and he knows with easy it is to arouse Felih that drawing out the climax would only be painful.

His fingers withdraw. In their place, the head of his cock presses in. With one hand steadying Felih's hips, he eases in until he is fully sheathed.

"Mm, do not fear to use your teeth on me. I plan to have you until this passes," he whispers in one ear. Then he starts to move.

The whisper has Felih shivering and giving a needy whimper in response, a thrill of excitement and desire rushing through him. He trembles at even the brush over his sweet spot, cock twitching and dripping with slick precum, but he's left squirming and whining as the fingers withdraw.

At least his lover doesn't make him wait. He gasps softly and lets out a long sigh as Hades pushes into him, moaning and squeezing tight around the thick shaft, relishing the heat and fullness of it inside him. It's when Hades starts to move that he moans and then bites down, muffling his noisy cries and whines against Hades' neck as his hips start rocking in time with his mate's.

"Yes, please, as much as you want, as long as it takes," he moans, soothing over the bite with a few laps of his textured tongue before he bites down again at his collarbone, body shivering as his mate moves into him.

He groans softly against Felih's shoulder. A rising flush brings with it a light sheen of sweat as they move together. Hades rides both pain and pleasure out as it courses through, the effects of the arrow stoking the latter to fever-pitch. The bed creaks from their intensity, but it doesn't take all that long for the former Ascian to reach his first release. When he comes, he comes with a trembling gasp and squeezes Felih tightly in his arms - but as he had warned, he's not done yet.

He gives his mate time to rest and recover between each round, yet Hades is relentless once they resume. Just how powerful had that arrow been? He's only dimly aware of the count of how many times they go at it. He's fairly sure it isn't nearly as much as the case of the egg.

His back does begin to hurt though by the end and their bed is a mess of sticky semen from Felih's generous load. However, as the single-minded drive to fuck finally eases, Hades breathes an exhausted sigh of relief and slumps bonelessly back.

Felih is finding it very hard to think. His mate's pace is relentless and brutal, everything that makes him arch and cry out in shameless ecstasy, mewling wantonly as he keeps his legs wrapped tight around his lover. Hades fills him again and again, giving him round after round, and he's lost track of the number of times his lover brought him to orgasm. Felih is a mess of his own seed and Hades' alike, dark skin spattered in his own thick, white cum, thighs doubtless stained with Hades'.

When Hades finally seems to tire, Felih is panting hard, chest heaving in his attempts for oxygen. He shudders and whines softly when his mate inevitably pulls out and lets himself fall back to bed, already missing the fullness, but he's quick to cuddle up close and try to kiss his exhausted lover.

"Feeling better...?" he says, voice soft and slightly hoarse from all his mewling. He’s purring away, though, as he nuzzles at Hades' shoulder, tongue lapping over several of the marks he left on his mate.

He lies there, eyes closed, trying not to think about how filthy they both are and how much laundry they will have to do. He kisses back half-heartedly, sighing afterwards

"Yes," he says tiredly. "I am satisfied. Are you well? Did I go too hard?"

Felih wonders if the arrow of honesty has also worn off, but he keeps up the kisses, ever-starved for affection. "I'm fine, love. You know I like it when you're rough," he purrs softly, nuzzling their noses together. "I'm just glad you're feeling better... I love you, darling. Thank you for indulging me."

"The results were at least enlightening. The two arrows didn't seem to null each other, nor exacerbate each other's effects," he murmurs, fingers combing lightly through his hair.

"Mm..." He had actually forgotten how this all began in the heat and fervour of their coupling. Such had been the intensity of arrow of arousal.

Although he indulges Felih a little while longer with further kisses, he eventually gently nudges the other back. "If you wish to cuddle, let us clean ourselves off first."

Felih pouts at first to be nudged away, but then he laughs softly, replying, "You've a point. Let's clean up, then. Maybe a quick rinse? Or a bath, if you'd rather relax..." He does love to dote on his mate, so he favors the latter simply so he can massage his beloved and play with his hair.

He slowly, gingerly, rolls over to get out of bed, hips sore as they usually are after such a rough coupling- but he's glad for it. He's greedy for attention, after all. The glowing flora of the room provide sufficient- if soft- light for them to see by.

He hums tiredly, watching as Felih rolls out of bed and staggers off to the bathroom. Hades is slower to rise, but when he does, he takes a few moments to remove the soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones. It's a task that makes his already-sore back ache. In time, however, he wanders out after Felih.

They would bathe together and then they would take their ease. For a few hours, he could forget all else.

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I'm so sorry T_T

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crawls back to this

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