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@arcaneoddity.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 7:24 PM

gO MY SCARAB!!

#verkose | #halfic

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Screenshot of an AO3 summary King's Boon by CherryK Chapter 2 Summary: Were Ver to receive a gil for ending up in the rare situation of being the sole employee on shift while an Arcadion champion has the entire place booked out, he would now have not one, but two gil. Which—granted—isn’t a lot, but… No fucking way.Screenshot of an AO3 fic summary Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: M/M Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Relationship: The Tyrant/Elezen Non-Warrior of LIght (Final Fantasy XIV: Arcadion Questline) Characters: Elezen Characters (Final Fantasy XIV), The Tyrant (Final Fantasy XIV: Arcadion Questline) Additional Tags: Gyms, Attraction, Awkward Flirting, Bisexual Male Character, Pre-Arcadion Questline, Probably Inappropriate Boners, Dom/sub Undertones, Making Out, Workplace Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Protagonist has a Huge Cock (and he's self-conscious about it), Self-Esteem Issues, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Nipple Play, Spit as Lube, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Celebrity Sex, Mirror Sex, Obedience, Praise Kink, Hair-pulling, Undernegotiated Kink, Biting, Accidental Marking, Creampie, Crossed Boundaries, no beta we just die Language: English Stats: Published: 2026-01-02 Completed: 2026-10-12 Words: 7,919 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 15 Kudos: 42 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 257
@arcaneoddity.bsky.socialSep 23, 2026, 5:39 PM

👁️👁️

#halfic | #verkose

The pale eyes in the mirror fixate him wickedly, with an intensity akin to the Stormsurge itself, and he looks back at himself, a picture of ruin.
@arcaneoddity.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 9:03 PM

oh yeah I am still on my bullshit btw they own me

#halfic #orufrey

There’s something unreadable in his gaze, overshadowed only by a hunger Olruggio doesn't remember ever seeing there before, and his nervous system responds with butterflies, like he's sixteen again and only just realizing that the feelings he harbors for Qifrey go beyond what one would reasonably feel for a friend. He holds his breath when he reaches up and brushes his knuckles against Qifrey’s high cheekbone, beneath his remaining eye, and exhales with a shudder when he doesn't flinch and withdraw. The faintest trace of a blush colors his fair face, and that connection, skin to skin, feels as if the stars have finally aligned, after some two decades of circling each other and narrowly missing each time they got close.