lilithqueen



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    Yearly fills for the FFXIVWrite challenge!

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    I fully did not intend for all of these to be part of a single universe, but while I was writing them I realized they all fit together like an accidental jigsaw puzzle.

    Acatl and Teomitl yearning until they collide like falling stars, plus side stories that fit between them.

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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    A morning together.

    "When did you get in?" Beatin asks.

    Gairhard presses in against a knot in Beatin's back. "Late. You barely even stirred when I came to bed."

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    11 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 8

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    She barely registered the gleam of his hunting knife before its blade was pressed up against her thigh.

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    09 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    "My lord," he said, sweetly, "my lord, what a layabout you are this morning." Ah, look at his ear, already red where it peeked from his dark, messy hair! Honoroit reached for him, brushing his fingers through the choppy locks, stomach joining his heart in fluttering. "I wonder, what would it take to make you rise?"

    That was Emmanellain's cue in turn-- to giggle, to make a joke about Honoroit knowing full-well what makes him rise in the mornings, to roll over and dramatically declare that wild chocobos couldn't drag him from his slumber; Honoroit waited for several moments for him to take it.

    "Ser?" he prodded, in concern, when the cue had lain dead between them for several seconds. "... Emmanellain?" he tried, for his forename falling from Honoroit's tongue flustered him to no end. But the man didn't even stir!

    Alarmed, Honoroit clambered over the bed, pulling Emmanellain's shoulder so he could look at him-- and his lord's face, though flushed, was sweaty; his lips chapped and dry; his breath labored; and Honoroit realized it was not a game at all.

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    02 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 16

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    The holo-photo glares at him in accusation, as if any of this were his fault. Which it’s not! The photo is clearly a cunning Rebel plot, created to undermine his authority! Inner Voice objects to the plausibility of that theory, so Kallus escorts it to the darkest corner of his mind and shoots it in the head; because there is no other alternative. This cannot be real, nor could it possibly be happening to him…

    “Why me?” He raises his eyes and pleads with a god — any god, really — for deliverance. Or perhaps death. Death might be better. “What did I do to deserve this?”

    The wanted poster with his own imperious face glowering back at him doesn’t deign to reply. That’s alright. He has the feeling he knows the answer.

     

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    The one where Kallus temporarily joins the Ghost Crew after he is declared a traitor to the Empire. Which is utterly ridiculous, by the way. He would never betray the Empire! Ever! Not even for a green-eyed, purple furred, suspiciously kind, oddly gentle, definitely-not-attractive-in-any-way-shape-or-form Lasat!

    He’s having difficulty proving this to the Empire, however. Especially with a meddling group of misfits sabotaging his every attempt to do so.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Something was standing above his towel.

    No… someone.

    They seemed to be observing the towel, claws tapping against the material with what he took as curiosity, pinching it between the appendage.

    Was it Rocky? It’d make sense, the Eridian would certainly have something harsh to say about him leaving his stuff laying around. He always had some mean quip to insult his shoddy human memory.

    He opened his mouth to defend himself before Rocky could say something snappy, when the figure then moved, stocky legs rising from beneath their carapace and lifting them to their full standing height.

    They were tall. Too tall.

    That wasn’t Rocky.

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    Grace receives an unexpected visitor one night in his home on Erid.

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    01 Jun 2026