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what if wife kisses
Elibrie, a middie hyur in a tea dress, with her arms thrown around her highlander husband, Juhvek. She give him BIG smooch.
November 18, 2025 at 1:06 AM
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Fluffvember Day 17: Temptation

How to stop your bf from working too late (again).

| #hollekha | #aymeric | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Aymeric leans Holle back over a table in the strategy room; Holle playfully puts a hand over his mouth as though to stop him from kissing him.
November 17, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Fluffvember Day 16: Borrowed

Post-EW, Holle is a robe thief and also does not like to wake up when he's comfy.

| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
After gathering up the clothes strewn on the floor, Hien laid his robe out on the bed, careful not to disturb the Warrior still fast asleep there. Holle’s clothes, he folded and set aside for the time being, until he was awake to say whether he wanted them washed or not. It would be easy enough to find him something else to wear in the meantime, but Hien knew that his skin and especially his scales were quite sensitive, and he suspected those sensitivities likely extended to the soaps used on his clothes. With his own clothes deposited in the hamper, he set about dressing in fresh ones - but when he turned back to the bed to retrieve his robe, he found that it had become the property of a certain mage, who even in his sleep had already managed to wind it around himself, face nuzzled into the fur trim and tail thumping softly against the bed in total contentment. Hien laughed and sat beside him, stroking a hand over his hair, then his thumb along the underside of his horn. That started to stir him, and soon Holle was rubbing against his hand with a sleepy little hum. “Good morning.” “Mmm,” was the reply, as Holle blinked his eyes open and smiled up at him. Kami, but he could not have been any more adorable if he tried. “I’m going to need that back eventually, you know. I have a meeting with Hakuro in an hour.” Holle groaned and buried his head against his thigh, arms snaking around him. Hien laughed again and bent to kiss him. “After that, I’m all yours. Promise.”
November 16, 2025 at 10:30 AM
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2/2
It was a moment that haunted Haurchefant, as well, and one they had spoken about as they waited and prayed for Holle to wake. A wait they had first counted in hours, then days, then weeks. And he was awake now, he was safe, but it was becoming painfully clear that the damage done ran deeper than the physical. He pulled him closer still, his heart breaking all over again at how thin he’d become, how fragile. Between his injuries, and his illness dragging down his ability to recover, he’d wasted away into almost nothing. Aymeric kissed the top of his head and ran his thumb along his horn, soothing him as best he could. “It’s alright. He’ll be here soon, remember?” Every day, from the day they’d been allowed to bring Holle home to Ishgard, Haurchefant had been here, keeping Aymeric company - keeping him sane - and watching over the mage when Aymeric couldn’t escape or put off his duties to Ishgard. He felt Holle nod, and he felt how exhausted he was, how much the nightmare and the fight of it had taken out of him, when he had so little at all. And he could tell that he was fighting to stay awake now, struggling against the exhaustion with energy he couldn’t afford to waste, because what if he only had another nightmare? “Hush, love, it’s alright. I’m here. And he’ll be here, too, when you wake up. I promise.” Dawn was not far off, and Haurchefant would arrive with it, while Holle would likely sleep for hours longer, barring more nightmares, and thus far he hadn’t been experiencing them in succession, at least not the violent ones. Not yet. And he’d do everything he could to make sure it stayed that way.
November 15, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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Fluffvember Day 15: Trope of Choice (Hurt/Comfort)

Post-EW, Aymeric deals with Holle's nightmares as best he can. (This takes place immediately before "Heartsick.")

1/2

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The telltale jerk of the xaela sleeping beside him pulled Aymeric from his own sleep. He was awake, and fully so, within the space of a moment, and sat up to assess Holle’s state. His tail, though trapped under the covers, lashed in agitation, and he whimpered as his body gave another jerk. “Shh, shhh.” Aymeric brushed a hand over his furrowed brow and through his hair. “Holle, it’s alright.” When the nightmares had first started, it hadn’t taken much more than that to quiet them, but over the past fortnight, instead of improving, they had steadily worsened, until he was harder and harder to bring out of them. A pained sound clawed its way out of Holle’s throat, and he writhed and kicked. “No, no…” Please, not this again. Aymeric ran a hand down his body, rubbing at his arm, willing him to wake. It didn’t work. No matter what Aymeric said or how, no matter what he did, Holle continued to twitch, and between whines there were panicked, murmured pleas: unintelligible, mostly, beyond the “no” repeated over and over with one familiar name. It wasn’t long before the whining became a keen, and the twitching became thrashing. Guilt ate at him as Aymeric straddled his much smaller lover, moving to trap his body with his own, to pin him and contain his thrashing before he could reopen the wounds that had taken so long to heal. The wounds that had very nearly killed him. The Warrior fought his hold, because of course he did, twisting and straining, and Aymeric bent his head and closed his eyes. “Holle. Holle, please. I’m here. You're safe. Please.” He hated this. He hated that he had no choice but to pin him like this, to make the nightmare worse by making him feel trapped, but it was this or watch him hurt himself. Holle writhed in his grasp, in what little room he had to do so, bucking and bending as he tried to free himself - and Aymeric knew full well that if he let him go now, he would be hit and kicked. Not that he could do much damage, as weak as he still was. Aymeric held him there until the futility of his struggles exhausted and broke the fight in him, until the despair overtook him again and he arched and shuddered and wailed, and Fury, Aymeric couldn’t stand the sound, the heartbreak and the utter defeat of it, the way the fight went out of Holle with one final shudder and turned instead to sobs. He released him then, only to gather him into his arms as the sobs now wracked his fragile body. Aymeric rocked him and held him close, tears rolling down his own cheeks as Holle cried himself out in his arms. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, you’re alright. You’re safe.” But the trouble was, at its core, this wasn’t about Holle’s safety. This wasn’t about the battle that had almost killed him. As Holle gasped breaths between the sobs he couldn’t stop - and Aymeric knew he was trying, knew how much he hated being seen like this - he tried to speak, desperate to explain himself, as though he needed to justify his state. To be forgiven for it. “I can’t- I can’t-” “Shhh, shhhh.” Aymeric stroked his hair, trying to get him to settle. To breathe, instead of wasting his energy and breath on unnecessary apologies and explanations. “It’s okay. I know.” “I can’t- I can’t save them,” he despaired, in spite of Aymeric’s assurances. “They won’t- They won’t let me. He won’t…he won’t listen. Why won’t he ever listen?” There was no logic that could cure nightmares. Aymeric knew that well; he’d fought his own, and even now, when the cause was so far behind him, there were nights when they came back all the same. No amount of reminding Holle that his friends were safe and whole and well could erase the fresh memories of them sacrificing themselves before his eyes, one after the other after the other. Even Haurchefant. Even though Holle had begged.
November 15, 2025 at 5:00 PM
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Surprise, Holle *is* the siren (and he is very effective).

#holleaotd
Holle, a xaela au ra with marbled scales and long, braided white hair, poses on his knees in shallow water at the shore, the moon behind him.
November 14, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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I am extremely predictable, but
Holle, a xaela au ra red mage, fighting back to back with Haurchefant in Ghimlyt Dark
November 14, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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Fluffvember Day 14: Gesture

Heavensward: the expansion of Holle being distracted by Aymeric's hands (and annoyed about it).

| #hollekha | #aymeric | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Aymeric standing and speaking, talking with his hands. Aymeric writing with a quill. Aymeric adjusting his gloves. Holle, a slender xaela au ra with white hair and marbled scales, wearing the sleeveless martial artist's vest and his own short gloves, stands with his arms crossed. He looks very grumpy.
November 14, 2025 at 12:28 PM
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the coziest of tiny cryptids
a small, scruffy black dog curled in a tight little ball between a large black stuffed animal of some kind (a mothman) and two pillows stacked atop each other; the sheets and pillowcases are white with cherry print
November 14, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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I know you will be shocked to receive this, but:
A slender male xaela au ra with marbled scales and white hair, Holle, stands with his arms folded, looking very grumpy.
November 14, 2025 at 3:37 AM
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Fluffvember Day 13: Delicate

HW, Aymeric finds Holle after he's been drugged.

| #hollekha | #aymeric | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Aymeric had rushed to Falcon’s Nest the moment he’d heard something was amiss, but by that point, the damage had already been done. The woman had railed against peace with the dragons, and Emmanellain had ordered a soldier to stop her…a task he had accomplished by shooting her in front of the assembled crowd. All that was left was to try to pick up the pieces. Anah, the more well-known of the two Warriors of Light, aided by Thancred and Haurchefant, was already doing just that. But… Aymeric flagged down the Scions’ rogue. “Have you seen Holle?” Thancred stroked his chin. “Come to think of it, no. Though he often makes himself scarce when there’s a crowd.” “Even in a crisis?” The man’s grim pause spoke volumes. “...No. No, you’re right. Shit.” “Make sure the others know he’s missing. We’ll find him.” They’d find him, and it would be nothing. He’d just have been roped into some errand or another, and he’d be annoyed with them for fussing. But Aymeric couldn’t help the sinking feeling in his gut. ________ “Holle? Holle!” There, slumped behind a pile of supplies, lay the missing Warrior of Light. Aymeric rushed to him, kneeling by his side and taking him by the shoulders to gently shake him. “Holle!” Nothing. He was breathing - shallow, too shallow - but otherwise didn’t stir. Aymeric pressed a hand to his brow, and was horrified to find that the mage’s skin was ice cold. Something was very, very wrong. He gathered him into his arms, ignoring the pain in his side as he again moved too quickly (let Lucia scold him later) and rushed from the tavern. “He’s here! I found him!” His shouting - and that he was carrying him - would doubtless convey that he had not found him well, and bring the others running from their own searches. To a nearby soldier who stood gawking at him, he snapped, “The chirurgeon. Now.” As he stood waiting for what seemed like an age, he couldn’t help but marvel at how small the Warrior was. It was one thing to see him, so slight as to look almost delicate, but another entirely to hold him in his arms. He might as well have been holding a bird, for all he weighed. And he was so, so cold. Aymeric held him close, and prayed.
November 13, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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holds him up like simba
Holle, a xaela au ra in very short shorts, a crop top, and a hooded sweatshirt, leaning against a railing in front of a water feature in Solution 9
November 12, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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Fluffvember Day 12: Seaside

Using this as a shameless excuse for mer AU Holle/Hien kisses.

| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #AU | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Fluffvember Day 2: Token Modern AU, Hien finds something Holle forgot he had. 1/2 | #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember | “It tickles,” Hien repeated, but when Holle just looked up at him, refusing to be amused, he relented and gave an actual answer. “Tender. Deep breaths still hurt a little, or if I sleep wrong.” Holle hummed to himself and splayed out his hand, letting his magic flow once more. Broken bones were stubborn, difficult and slow to heal for someone of his rudimentary skill. He could help them along, and dull the pain, but he couldn’t just fix them. It was frustrating…and made him wish he’d cared more about learning to heal. He felt as much as heard Hien chuckle, and a calloused hand slid over his. “That tickles, too.” Holle looked up, into soft hazel eyes filled with a tenderness that made his heart flutter. “Hien…” Oh, this was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. But when Hien brushed a damp lock of hair from his face, fingers lingering and tracing over his scales, he didn’t pull away. “May I kiss you?” Finding that he didn’t much care about what was a bad idea or not, Holle nodded. Hien’s lips were warm, like the rest of him, and chapped from the sun and the wind, little differences from what he was used to that Holle thrilled at, his tail curling in the shallow surf that lapped at them. When Hien sought to deepen the kiss, Holle allowed it, and soon he was being deliciously devoured, Hien’s tongue in his mouth and one hand winding in his hair to pull his head back. Holle moaned, letting a shiver run through him, letting Hien have his way for a moment longer before he started giving as good as he got. He let his own hunger take over, wrapping one arm around the man and pulling himself closer. It was an awkward movement, like anything he did out of the water, but all that mattered was closer, lips and tongues and teeth and shared hunger. Holle’s fangs caught at Hien’s lower lip, but the iron tang of blood dissuaded neither of them. When Hien finally did break the kiss, they were both breathless and panting, and he had practically pulled him into his lap. One hand rested at his waist, fingers skimming where skin met scales, while the other remained in his hair, thumb brushing against his horn. “Fuck, Holle…” Hien leaned his forehead against his and closed his eyes. “Fuck.” It had, apparently, finally occurred to the stranded prince that this was, in fact, a bad idea. But, in the end, that didn’t matter.
November 12, 2025 at 10:51 AM
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Fluffvember Day 11: Heartsick

Aymeric and Haurchefant discuss Holle's worsening nightmares after Ultima Thule.

| #hollekha | #haurchefant | #aymeric | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
“The nightmares are getting worse. I managed to wake him this time, but…I don’t know what to do. I can’t stand to watch him suffer like this.” “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do but here for him. What happened out there…” Haurchefant stared off into the distance for a long moment, then shook his head. “I’ve had a few nightmares, myself.” “It’s you.” Haurchefant looked back to Aymeric, tilting his head in question. “He calls for you, Haurchefant. He watched everyone die, but you… You’re the one he calls for. It’s eating him up inside.” Hauchefant sighed and slumped back into the chair. “Aymeric, if there’d been any other way, I…” “I know.” Aymeric knelt before him, hand on his knee. “And I’d have done the same. But you need to talk to him.” He had to look away from those pleading eyes. “The more time that passes, the less sure I am that I heard him. I can’t…I can’t put that on him, if he didn’t-” “I’m sure. I wasn’t even there, and I’m sure. He loves you, Haurchefant. So tell him.” Aymeric reached up, not just forcing him to look at him, but pulling him forward enough to press his forehead to his. “Tell him you heard him. Stop going home after dinner, and stay. Stay with us.” “Aymeric…” “I want you here, too. It’s been so long, I’d almost forgotten what it’s like, being around you all the time. How much light you bring into my life. I love you, Haurchefant. I’m not sure I ever stopped." “Aym…” Haurchefant’s voice cracked as he looked for the words. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see it. That I ever lost sight of it at all.” Aymeric brushed a gloved hand over his cheek, sweeping away the hair that had fallen into his eyes and tucking it back behind his ear. “I’ve been so preoccupied, for so long…” Haurchefant huffed out a laugh. “There was only a thousand-year war to end, and you’ve only had a country to run ever since. I think I can forgive it.” Aymeric smiled up at him, and pressed a kiss to his brow. “So you’ll stay?” Haurchefant let his eyes slide closed, let that one small gesture of affection wash over and warm him, and nodded. “I’ll talk to him. If it’s what he wants-” “He does.” Long fingers combed through his hair, soothing away his doubts for now, before Aymeric reluctantly stood. He did, after all, have a country to run, and he was going to be late. “I’ll bring him down. If he has another nightmare, I…I don’t want him to hurt himself.” “They’re that bad now?” Aymeric nodded grimly as he looked toward the stairs, in the direction of where Holle yet slept. It wasn’t unusual - the mage still spent more time asleep than awake, exhausted by his ordeal and the injuries that had nearly killed him. For a time, they’d feared he would never wake at all. “He thrashes. He could open something back up, or fall out of bed…” Haurchefant stood, pulling Aymeric into an embrace. “It’s alright. I’ll stay with him. I won’t let anything happen.” “I know.”
November 11, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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Fluffvember Day 10: Camping

| #hollekha | #haurchefant | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Holle, a small xaela au ra with dark blue skin and marbled scales, cuddles up to Haurchefant at the front of a tent. A shot showing them from behind, revealing that they are in front of a campfire in southern Kozama'uka, with waterfalls and vibrant foliage in the distance.
November 10, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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hands u a lizzert (pls take care of him)
Holle, a slender xaela au ra with dark blue skin and marble scales, reclines shirtless on a sofa in moody lighting, holding a red mage chapeau in one hand Holle, this time in modern clothing, crouched on the edge of a fountain in Solution 9 Holle doing big morning stretches on the deck of the Tuliyollal inn room, the sun behind him
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
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Fluffvember Day 9: Getting Dressed

Hien reflects on the...other uses his robe saw during a particular episode on the Steppe.

| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Hien looked down at the familiar patterns of his dogi as he reached for it, and paused. He’d donned it countless times without a second thought…but this morning, he hesitated, fingers lingering over the fabric, over the fur trim. And felt not fur beneath his fingertips, but fever-hot skin, scales rough from shed and oiled damp, and the nails that had raked his back and shoulders, the way the Warrior had clung so tight. Hien sighed and curled his fingers in the fur, trying to let the thoughts go as he breathed out. Turned them to quieter memories instead: Holle wrapped up in the robe, fast asleep and stubbornly so. His grumbling when forced to wake, the way he would burrow and avoid it for as long as possible. The grumpy little lash of his tail when he had to wake up anyway. Hien smiled, then shook his head at himself. What a fool he’d been, promising help without strings or ulterior motive. Just help, nothing more. He’d meant it, he’d meant well, but Holle, with his sad eyes and surprisingly fragile heart, had burrowed himself deep under his skin. The want to help him had become a need, to see him smile, to see him thrive. To keep him safe, even from his own thoughts. To hold him close, even as he pined for some far-away someone. He should have known better.
November 9, 2025 at 1:41 PM
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Auraugust Day 17: Quarrel

Modern AU, Holle realizes there is no fixing his relationship with Wilred.

| #hollekha | #wilredglasse | #AU | #auraugust2025 | #auraugust |
“I told you to let it go!” “Wilred! Hey!” Holle grabbed his shoulder, and Wilred shrugged him off, looking the other way. “Really? You pull that shit and now you won’t even talk to me?” “I just don’t see what the problem is.” His shrug was sullen, almost pouting. “He bothered you, and I told him not to do it again.” “But he didn’t bother me! He asked me a harmless fucking question, and you had to go and be an ass about it, even though I asked you not to. I asked you to leave him alone!” “And I didn’t. So what?” “So- So what?” Holle bit back a snarl of frustration, his tail lashing behind him. “You embarrassed me, that’s what! What am I supposed to do the next time I fight him, huh?” “Maybe he should have thought about that before he asked you out!” Holle closed his eyes and took a shaking breath, trying to rein in the frustration that had been building inside him for months. He tried, and he failed. “And maybe I should have said yes!” Wilred stared at him in shock. “What?” Holle sank down to sit on the edge of the bed, feeling oddly defeated by how freeing it had been to say that. “Maybe I should have said yes. Maybe this was a mistake.” “Holle…” Wilred stood and closed the distance between them, setting a hand on his shoulder. He batted his hand away and repeated, with more conviction this time, “This was a mistake. I knew it. I knew it was, but I never could tell you no.” Wilred reached for him again, and he jerked away. When he tried a third time, Holle snapped. “Don’t touch me!” He hated saying it, hated that he had to say it, hated all of this. “You never fucking listen. When did you stop listening? Why?” “Holle, please.” This time, at least, he didn’t reach again, holding up his hands in entreaty. “Please what? Let you micromanage my life? Tell me who I can talk to? What jobs I can take? Or should we cut to where you tell me you’re sorry and you won’t do it again, except you will do it again because you always do, because you don’t trust me! Why can’t you just fucking trust me?!” Wilred opened his mouth to respond, and Holle cut him off with acid, knowing exactly what he was about to say. “Don’t you even. We broke up.” “But you still should have-” “Come crawling back to you for help because I went into a shed? Absolutely fucking not. The only thing I did that I shouldn’t have done was agree to try again.” “Holle, you don’t mean that.” “Yeah, I do. I really do.” Holle felt a strange sort of peace settle over him as he finally said it, in spite of the tears running down his face. “Get out, Wilred.” “Holle, come on-” “Get out. Go crash with Rory, or something. And when we get home, get your shit and leave.” His name had barely left Wilred’s lips again when he fixed him with an icy glare, both daring and threatening him to try. He watched as Wilred weighed his options, and realized that there was no winning this fight. Not right now, at least: Holle knew full well, from prior experience and the stubborn set of his jaw, that for his oldest friend, his first love - and oh, he loved him still, he did, it had just all gone wrong somehow now that they weren’t kids anymore - this wasn’t over. But it was. It was.
November 8, 2025 at 6:42 PM
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Fluffvember Day 8: Tension

Modern AU, Holle runs into someone he was not ready to see again just yet (and forgets he was supposed to get dinner).

| #hollekha | #wilredglasse | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember | #AU
Holle tugged open the door, and found himself face-to-face (well, face-to-chest) with someone he immediately took two steps back from, and turned to leave - he didn't even care in which direction, he just needed to go, and now. Unfortunately, it was much too late for a clean escape. “Holle!” He didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to chat, didn’t want to deal with this in any way, but what was he going to do, run? Holle took a breath, set his jaw, and half-turned. “Wilred.” “Holle, hey.” His ex looked something akin to relieved, and that alone set him more on edge. He knew that look, just like he knew the smile that had always warmed his heart. That he could never say no to. He tried to avoid making eye contact. “Hey.” “It’s good to see you. How have you been?” “I-” Holle struggled, fighting the ingrained need to be polite, to answer and go through all the pleasantries. “Can we not, Wilred? Please?” The other man wilted, and Holle had to stave off a stab of guilt. He was like a kicked puppy when he was hurt. “Oh, I- Yeah, of course. Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking.” And there it was, the prelude to a guilt trip, and maybe he deserved it. Maybe he was being too harsh, maybe he had been too harsh, maybe, maybe, maybe. But he didn’t have it in him. The most he had was “Sorry.” _________ He made it home on autopilot, and almost didn’t bother to take off his shoes before hunkering down on the sofa, shutting his eyes and curling his tail around himself as he made himself take a deep breath, and then another. He certainly didn’t hear Hien, forgot he was even in the apartment, until a hand on the sofa next to him applied enough pressure to make him aware of it, and he opened his eyes to see his roommate crouched before him, looking concerned. “Hey. Are you alright?” “I- Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” He shook his head. “It’s nothing.” He watched Hien weigh how much he could pry. He rested a hand near his knee, and sighed, evidently deciding that the answer was ‘not much.’ “As long as you’re alright.” Hien lingered a little longer before standing, and once he’d left - though he was clearly conflicted about it - Holle closed his eyes again. A short time later, he heard the gentle thud of a full mug being set on the sidetable, and felt the weight of someone settling on the other end of the sofa. A hesitant hand just above his foot. “Hey. Do you want to talk about it?” Holle shook his head, even as he came to the distant realization that the weight of Hien’s hand was a comforting one, rather than something he wanted to pull away from. That he wanted the company. That it helped. That there was something reassuring in someone worrying after him, and that he shouldn’t be worrying him unnecessarily. Holle sighed and sagged forward, until his face pressed against his knees. “I ran into my ex, that’s all.” “Shit, that’s always rough.” Hien rubbed lightly at his shin. “I’m sorry. You want some space? I can disappear for awhile.” Holle shook his head again. “No, it’s alright.” And so Hien stayed, saying nothing else for a long while; at some point, he did lean over to pull the throw from the ottoman and drape it over Holle’s legs. They simply sat, until Holle’s breathing evened out, and the tension slowly began to ebb from him, bleeding away once he was able to let go of the spike of stress that had knocked him so off-balance. Hien felt that change in him, and patted the top of his foot. “We should eat. Do you still want pizza?” Right. Like the pizza he’d been going to pick up for them, until he’d run into Wilred just inside the door and come running home instead. “Shit, I forgot. Sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” Hien stood and stretched, then retrieved the mug of now-cold tea from the side table. “A little walk won’t hurt me. So, pizza? Or something else?” “No, pizza’s good. Maybe from somewhere else, though?” Hien laughed. “Fair enough. I’ll be back in a little bit, alright?” Rather than head right out the door, however, he detoured to the kitchen, and promptly returned with warmed-up tea; this time, he delivered the mug right into his hands. He then ruffled his hair, and Holle found himself smiling up at him. “Thanks.” “Anytime.”
November 8, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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Are you coming or not? The water's getting cold.

| #hollekha |
Holle, a xaela au ra with dark blue skin and marbled scales, shown from behind - he's standing in front of a bathtub full of bubbles, his hand resting on the edge.
November 7, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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Fluffvember Day 7: Candlelit

When the answer to "Do you trust me?" unlocks a new kink. 🕯

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Holle tipped what remained of the pillar candle back and forth in his hands, watching the shine of the hot wax as it pooled to one side and then the other. When the flame sputtered in protest, he set it back on the edge of the bath. They were going to need new candles soon, or at least to melt the scraps down for new candles. He poked at the caldera of wax in the center of the wide candle, then dragged his finger right through it, enjoying the fleeting sensation of heat before it dried, and he scraped it off and did it again. “I don’t know how you don’t burn yourself more.” Holle laughed and shrugged up at Haurchefant, who leaned down to kiss him - and dip a hand in the water to test it, and immediately hissed and shook his head. “See?” “I’ll cool it down a little, if you want in.” Holle reached up to wrap his arms around the elezen’s neck and keep him at his level, all the better to kiss him. A choice that surely had no influence on the eventual answer Haurchefant hummed out. “Mm, I think I’d like that.” And so Holle released him for a moment and settled into the water, focusing his magic to cool the bath a touch - down to a temperature that would be tolerable for the knight, rather than the too hot that he preferred. As he did so, Haurchefant entertained himself by poking at the same candle Holle had been earlier. “You like this because it’s hot, right?” “Mm?” It took Holle a moment to hear the question. “Yeah, I guess. I was just playing with it.” He tilted his head, wondering what about the candle and his idle fascination with it had Haurchefant look so deep in thought. “Why?” “I just…had an idea, that’s all. Something you might like.” Something that had a familiar sort of smile quirking the corner of his mouth. Holle tilted his head further. “What?” Haurchefant had picked up the candle now, and was doing much as Holle had before, tipping it back and forth. “Do you trust me?” “Give me your arm?” Haurchefant held out his hand, and Holle considered it, equal parts curious and confused, but did as asked. “Now, if you don’t like it, tell me,” Haurchefant said as he gently turned Holle’s arm, inspecting the soft skin of his inner forearm before nodding to himself. “But I think you will.” Holle watched blithely as Haurchefant swirled the candle once more, then tipped it over his arm. Holle didn’t move: he just watched, fascinated, as the wax spilled down onto his arm. Then the bloom of heat hit, and his eyes went wide as the sensation hit him with dizzying force, and he gasped. “Is that alright?” Haurchefant's natural concern wasn’t helped by the long moment it took him to say anything, or by the fact that what he said first was “...Fuck.” Holle stared at the hardening rivulets of wax on his arm before blinking up at the knight. “Haurche, do that… Do that again?”
November 7, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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Fluffvember Day 6: Show-off

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Holle, a xaela au ra with dark blue skin and marbled scales, stretched out naked on a bed; he is definitely posing for someone.
November 7, 2025 at 5:42 AM
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Fluffvember Day 5: Missing You

(Not pictured: Erenville rolling his eyes and muting the groupchat because they're at it again and he's trying to work.)

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Effie, a middie hyur with long braided hair, wearing a thin white sweater she's pulled down to reveal a lacy pink bra, taking a selfie as she hooks a thumb into the top of her shorts. Haurchefant, sitting back in a hotel bed, looking *very* happily at his phone. His other hand is out of frame (I wonder why). You will be shocked to know what he's doing with his other hand (jacking off).
November 5, 2025 at 4:18 PM
mothfur.bsky.social
Fluffvember Day 4: Hearth

Haurchefant knows that sometimes, you gotta let the sleeping lizard lie (for now).

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Holle had curled himself up to one side of the sofa; even in sleep, when most were more likely than not to sprawl, he had a remarkable way of making himself smaller. Looking at him there, all curled in on himself in the flickering light of the low fire, Haurchefant wanted nothing more than to pick him up and carry him upstairs, tuck him in next to Aymeric and keep him safe and secure between them. But this wasn’t a case of Holle just dozing off on the sofa because he was tired: this was a very deliberate choice. He’d come home in the middle of the night, returned from whatever Gundobald had asked of him, and chosen to sleep alone on the sofa rather than come upstairs. This was Holle wanting space, and if he were to wake up in bed in the morning, he’d be upset. He wouldn’t say it, but he would be. Haurchefant sighed. He’d gotten so used to Holle as he knew him now, the Holle who not only accepted but sought closeness, who trusted him, who loved him, that it was easy to forget the Holle he’d first met: sullen and wary, closed off from anyone and everyone. The Holle he had quite unintentionally frightened by being, well, himself. By being too friendly, before he’d realized just how much space - physical and otherwise - he had needed. But that had eased with time, and now he was used to the Holle who stood closer without thinking about it, whose hand would reach for his, who liked to tuck his face right into the crook of his neck. But yesterday, he’d pushed him away, something he’d not done since he’d tried and ultimately failed to hide the extent of his sickness in the Light of the First. And that worried him. He sighed again, and unable to help himself, reached out to stroke Holle’s hair. He nuzzled into his touch, his tail curling in the way that Haurchefant had come to know as contentment, and again he had to resist the urge to simply take him in his arms. Instead, he fetched the throw from the other end of the sofa and pulled it over the sleeping mage; though he might not experience cold in the same way most did, Haurchefant wasn’t convinced he couldn’t still catch a chill. He then leaned to kiss the cool skin of his brow, letting a thumb brush against his horn. “I love you.” Talk to me. Please.
November 5, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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Fluffvember Day 3: Sunlight

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Effie, a middie hyur in the remains of a yellow dress, lying on top of/straddling Erenville in a field of flowers and kissing him
November 3, 2025 at 4:05 PM