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"Well, do you at least know where we are?" said Vamp.
"Oh, that's easy," said Veronyka with a grin. "We're in the void, it used to be the Thirteenth. I haven't been here since I found out I was pregnant, but then I heard the sounds of battle and the key started glowing and I heard an Echo vision and something about Azem and then I saw an orange path reaching for a portal and I took it and now here we are."
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Vamp gets to see the void after all.
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"Ah, travellers from across the salt, are you?" A woman dressed in a skimpy black leotard with a pair of bunny ears attached to her head via a headband approached them, carrying a tray which held empty glasses. Hector wondered, idly, if this were rude to the shetona or viera. Possibly. He would have to ask.
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Hector and Retsarra go on a boys' trip to the Gold Saucer, while keeping their girlfriend up to date on all of their antics.
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"I just want to go out and have a coffee," said Eutrope. "Maybe breakfast with my girlfriend. I was thinking that we could just teleport to the aethernet shard at Mosaic, but... not when I'd instantly be recognised." She had recently bested the Crimson Lioness, a rather popular x'braal who fought with the feral soul of a sphinx. Any attention, then, would only be of the negative variety.
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When Eutrope finds herself trapped by overeager fans, she knows just who to call.
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"Oh, I'm just getting warmed up," said Eutrope. "Just admiring your face before it's covered in tears." Dominance sounded so right in her tone, just like it did in the ring. Vamp was a little proud of that change that she'd wrought in her girlfriend, honestly. But, as Vamp thought that, Eutrope moved out of her line of sight again, the sound of her footsteps moving behind Vamp so that her ears twitched to follow the sound. Then, they pricked up at the delightfully rare sound of leather whistling through the air moments before it made contact with a crack across her bared lower back. Vamp moaned at the pain that radiated through her skin, at the intake of Eutrope's breath, and Vamp wished, in that moment, that she had asked for a mirror for this scene, to see how her girlfriend looked wielding a flogger, taking full control in this scene. Did she enjoy it? Did it turn her on as it turned Vamp on? Vamp smirked at Eutrope's tiny, whispered 'fuck', and then the flogger whistled through the air again, making another mark across the one she'd already left, drawing another moan from Vamp.
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Eutrope indulges Vamp's little kink.
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"Oh, it was waaay different for me," said Grace, her lips trying to smile despite the subject matter. "In my case, the Endsinger's song was twisting dynamis, turning anyone overcome by grief and despair into monsters. My father fell to his fear, and I... I actually saw the awful black smoke rising from my hands before I managed to snap out of it. I had to stay strong, stay brave, keep my spirits up despite it all, because otherwise I'd have turned into a monster and I don't know if anyone would've been able to put me down."
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Grace comforts her girlfriend in the wake of Zoraal Ja's attack on the city.
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And she, the clever, curious woman that she was, had looked into it, had done her research, had looked into histories hidden so carefully by the president, had discerned the truth, the horrible, deadly truth that had been hidden behind the lies of the president, the lies of ascending to a life of luxury on another level of Everkeep, to live as gods, to never mingle with mere mortals again. That there was no Ascension, not like that. That the only true future for those wracked by psychonekrosis, the real reasoning for the break between matches and the early retirement age, was that their souls became so corrupted by the disease, the decay, as to become unresponsive.
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Eutrope finally wakes up.
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"Almost surprised my nipples aren't cutting through my top," said Rral Soj, startling Papawni into a laugh. It was so unexpected as to be delightful, cutting through the tension that had simmered in the air between them ever since the argument that had sent Papawni running back to Earthenshire to become a potsworn once more.
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Rral Soj can't wait to get back to her forge with the woman she loves.
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"And they truly don't have anything like this in Limsa?" Minfilia asked, noting the look of utter delight on her girlfriend's freckled face, the swishing of her tail, the way that her perked ears swivelled this way and that to take in all of the sounds along with the sights and smells. It all smelled very sweet, like Valentiones but not quite. For, while Valentiones was all about love, Little Lady's Day was love for one important little lady in one's life in particular. Or, if one so desired, there could be multiple Little Ladies. Of late, the definition of 'lady' could also be stretched, a change that Minfilia was gladdened to see. Perhaps Ul'dah could change after all. Or perhaps coin was coin at the end of the day. That was likely the true reasoning behind the relaxing of rules. Whatever the case, Minfilia was glad to see more and more people celebrating the day. It had always been her favourite when she had been just a girl, though she had ever been the 'little lady' then. This year, though, Minfilia was to play the role of seneschal, the one ensuring that her 'little lady' got whatever she wanted and needed ask for nothing.
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This far, Minfilia has a new reason to celebrate Little Lady's Day.
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"What?" Minfilia asked. "Whatever do you find so funny, Thancred?"
"You," said Thancred. "The way your face lights up whenever you see her, the way your very being seems to perk up, it's as though you're in the presence of the divine."
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The Antecedent is falling in love and everyone in the Scions knows it.
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There was no incense lit, as there was in the halls of Nald'thal. Hydaelyn was not worshiped in that way, nor did she ask it of her followers. She asked only that those who heard Her call heeded it, and to do their utmost in order to protect the realm. Unlike the others who had been Called, though, Minfilia had been told by Hydaelyn that she had a different purpose - one not on the frontlines, but, essentially, behind a desk. At the time, Minfilia had detested that idea, so much so that she had outright rejected it. After all that she had lost, all that had been sacrificed, was it truly her destiny to sit behind a desk and await those other lucky ones who had been Called by Hydaelyn to actually fight?
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In the days following the Calamity, Minfilia seeks solace in Hydaelyn.
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But she was an adult, not that angry child who had grown into an angry teenager who would once have cursed all Gridanians for their ancestors' actions. And so, being an adult, Minfilia could push all of that aside and instead enjoy the surroundings of Gridania, the greenery and the birdsong and scent of flowers and all around the sound of trickling water. It was, overall, rather pleasant. Little wonder that many people chose to overlook Gridania's issues, then. There was also the fact that Gridania was home to a delightful amphitheater perfect for hosting shows, rebuilt after the original was destroyed in the Calamity. It was for this reason, indeed, that Minfilia was setting foot on Gridanian soil today, along with her new girlfriend, who seemed to be rather enjoying the sound of birdsong if her twitching ears were any indication.
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Minfilia takes Veronyka to a concert in Gridania.
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"What's your favourite colour?" Veronyka asked while Minfilia perused a market stall showing fine pieces of jewelry (at traditionally sky high Ul'dahn prices, naturally).
"Hm? Oh, I often have trouble choosing between pink and purple, though pink does seem to suit me more, I find. Why do you ask?" Minfilia asked, turning to look at Veronyka.
"No reason," said Veronyka, but Minfilia's smile was knowing.
"Very well," said Minfilia. "What would you like for dinner? My treat."
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Minfilia takes Veronyka to visit the night markets in Ul'dah.
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"Care to tell me the real reason for your tardiness, Veronyka?" Minfilia asked. Veronyka looked away, ears flattened, tail swishing behind her, and muttered something. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"
"I stayed up too late playing video games with V'kebbe and Lyse," said Veronyka with a sigh. "But the new one just came out, you see, so we had to play it."
"And what new one would that be?" Minfilia asked, sitting back in her seat, all attention on Veronyka, who was relaxing, ears slowly perking back up, tail smoothing, cheeks returning to their normal shade of brown.
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Minfilia does so love to fluster her favourite assistant.
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"Do you go on ocean voyages much?" Veronyka asked, looking up from rooting through the large tacklebox that supplied all kinds of baits, rods, reels, and hooks, even a few lures (though Veronyka had been quick to tell Minfilia that lures were largely useless, live bait attracting bigger and better fish).
"Well, living in Thanalan all my life, no, I've never really had cause to even visit the seaside," said Minfilia.
"Oh, then this is like a real holiday for you, then!" said Veronyka, tail swaying in the air behind her.
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Veronyka takes her girlfriend on an ocean fishing voyage.
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"And you haven't considered taking time off from work, even once?" Veronyka asked. Minfilia shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid not," said Minfilia. "I am far too responsible to be doing any of that." So busy was she in writing down notes on a large statue that she didn't notice the sad look that Veronyka gave her, the way her lips turned down, eyes gleaming with pity.
"Well, I say we should change that," said Veronyka. "Starting now." Minfilia giggled, though it wasn't at Veronyka's expense, not at all.
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Minfilia takes a day off to finally investigate those ruins in the Footfalls.
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"I was always so good at looking after myself, so who better to help me out when that absolute amateur tied me up with vines that had potent aphrodisiac properties and didn't even think to stick around and help me out afterward? Honestly-"
"Witches, will you shut up and help me out?" said Croissant, her cheeks burning at being made to beg. The passing wind from their flight that toyed with her hair did nothing for the heat in her face, in her whole body, even.
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Timekeeper Cookie rescues their past self from a rather sticky situation.
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"Better get your clothes off, wolf boy, you and my king are to put on a show for me." Her smile grew teeth at Retsarra's reaction, his eyes going wide, ears flicking back, tail flicking behind him.
"Right here?" Retsarra asked.
"Of course not," said the Tyrant. "We are not such animals, to fuck in the front room. My queen's throne is set up in the bedroom."
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The Tyrant brings his queen home a puppy to play with.
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"Finally," said Retsarra, striding towards his taller boyfriend and looking up at him. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Hey, I had to feed the babies," said Hector. "You know that. Ya don't wanna be interrupted by three screamin' cats, now, do ya?"
"The only screaming cat here will be me," said Retsarra, and, bending his knees, hopped into his boyfriend's arms, Hector quickly winding his arms around Retsarra to catch him.
"That so, is it?" Hector rumbled. He glanced behind himself, making sure that his door was closed, and then walked towards the bed. "What would the public think, huh? If they knew you were such a hungry little cockslut, so desperate fer me ta throw ya onta my bed and pound ya into it?"
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Hector fucks his horny boyfriend after a match that's it that's the fic.
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And so Eutrope strode forward, her head held high, and ascended the few short steps to the throne, where she turned and sat in the plush purple velvet, her arms relaxing on the gilded arms of this throne that had up until recently belonged to the one known as the Tyrant. Eutrope breathed deep, closing her eyes for a moment, leaning back into the throne and enjoying this moment, this feeling, this power.
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What if Eutrope became the grand champion instead of disappearing?
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"Sabine," she says, mimicking the voice crack, her voice a falsetto. She laughs. "Oh, you sound so pathetic when you try to play at being the hero." She places the box on Khaan and you wonder, for a moment, if doing so will damage the contents, perhaps start the show early. But that's until Sabine takes a step towards you, crowding you against the wall, her knee firmly pressed between your thighs, spreading them apart. Your pulse thumps in your throat, and you know, somehow, that she can hear it. Her thumb brushes against that pulse, which only makes it throb that much more, the sensation echoed between your thighs. Oh, but you have been wet since this whole thing started, haven't you? Ever since Sabine dared you to let those damn pigs out.
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Sabine punishes you for your very naughty behaviour at the equestrian festival