“I miss how we used to be.” - from the emotional starters list, please. ; A ; ♥
Anon-chan look it’s me being slow 😅✨ I’m sorry I’ve just had the most hectic week and this piece killed me! I wanted it to be as good as the first. But such is the way 😳 and now it’s so long I had to put it under a cut… 😁👌
Reprise
Exhaustion bears heavy on G’raha as he bends over his work, deep bruising under his eyes and greyness splashed across his pale cheeks. It makes the crystal stand out stark against his skin, and he’s so absorbed in his task that he doesn’t notice your arrival. Heaving a sigh, you lean over his bent form and close the book shut with a snap that dislodges a puff of dust in the air.
“Wha-” the Exarch begins, but you grasp hold of the back of his chair and spin it around until he’s facing you, looking indignant and confused all at once.
“I know you claim not to need sleep, but I beg to differ,” you say firmly, hands still on the spokes of his simple wooden work chair. He looks set to argue: you head him off with a raised eyebrow. “And I don’t simply mean you physically need rest.”
G’raha tries not to pout. It’s obvious in the way he sucks in a deep breath, cheeks hollowing as he bites his bottom lip. You watch one other for a tense moment, each ready to argue the point with your stubbornness versus his own. But to your surprise he gives up quickly, letting his head fall forward until his forehead rests against your midriff.
“I was,” he says, voice muffled as his nose buries into the soft cloth of your nightshirt, “about to make a breakthrough. I think.”
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idk if you’re still accepting prompts or not, but “mewl” from the nsfw prompts seemed too good to pass up for WoLxExarch 👀
😳 It sure does sound too good to pass up anon-chan, you’re right 🎉 I hope you enjoyed this!! 💖 I’ve also added it to my collection of short prompts over on Ao3 for easy reading 🥰
Mewl
You want to make him mewl. The thought crosses your mind at a desperately inappropriate moment - sitting in on a council to restore trade between the Crystarium and Eulmore - and you are full glad nobody can read minds, because there are things currently occupying space in your head that would make Thancred blush. No, nobody can read minds, but you wonder if the Crystal Exarch can read your intentions anyway. You wonder, because he takes one look at you and his ears lie flat against his head as he fights a blush.
He mouths ‘what is it?’ to you with such confused innocence that you are almost, but not quite, guilty at the way you watch his lips shape the silent words. You can do nothing but shake your head ruefully in reply. And it’s embarrassing, but you spend the rest of the meeting in silence, with your charged gaze directed at things that cannot read the heat in it, like the ornamental flowers or the gently shimmering crystal table you sit around. Blessedly, you’re often silent, and nobody notices that your reticence has nothing to do with your stoicism today.
Nobody except G’raha, who is walking towards you with his practiced grace. You think you’ve gotten away with it for a split second, but then he draws closer and you see how he is rubbing his palms together shyly and it brings a flush to the back of your neck.
“Are you… alright?”
The hesitance tells you he is deeply aware of the fire that had shone through your eyes when you looked at him. The fact that he’d come to ask about it anyway… you smile slowly, watching as it lights him up from within.
“I want-,” you begin, surely, only to end in a splutter of “-sandwiches” as Alisaie wanders past. You are uncomfortably aware that you’d been about to blurt out something obscene in the middle of the Ocular.
G’raha looks about as bemused as you feel, but it is testament to his love for you that he nods agreeably anyway.
“Then let us get you sandwiches,” he says, taking you by the arm and leading you towards your rooms. You pretend not to notice how Thancred watches you go, smirk clear on his face. Perhaps you hadn’t been so subtle after all, but as G’raha closes the door to your room behind you and turns around with innocence painted on his face, you find you don’t care.
“I… I need you,” you say, and there is something beautiful in the way his lips part in pleased surprise before you take him in your arms.
“Not sandwiches?” he gasps, and you laugh deep in your throat at the breathless amusement in his voice as you kiss down to his pulse.
“No,” you reply, voice deep and hoarse with want, “I want to eat you.”
It makes him clutch at your shoulders and you feel him shudder with the full force of his small frame. Just like that, you are leading him backwards towards your bed, heedless of the sun shining through the open window; the countless hours of work and toil you both have ahead of you; the fact that Thancred has probably made some comments you will owe him a drink for later. And you have been gentle with him, patient with him as he has been with your touch-starved self but it’s not what you want now: G’raha reads it in your hungry eyes and possessive hands as you press him into the pillows.
He responds. Eagerly, with shining crystal skin that writhes under your exploration. There is but a moment of embarrassment as he tries to push up onto his elbows, wanting to make you feel good too: but your firm hands on his shoulders and warning nip to his spoken hip is command enough that he surrenders to your heated touch. You trail soft fingers down the outsides of his legs and follow the movement with gentle kisses until the miqo’te under your body quivers with anticipation, hips pushing up as instinct wars with shyness.
It had surprised you, that G’raha Tia was a silent lover. Effusive in his affections for you, he is shy when it comes to expressing his own pleasures and desires; secretive, but in a way that makes you relish the conquest.
“Raha,” you whisper in his ear, feeling the fur twitch against your face. “I want to hear you.”
“Hmm-” he begins, questioningly, but you choose that moment to drag your teeth over the inside of his thigh and it becomes a choked-off gasp of want. It’s not enough; you’re determined to make him mewl for you. Telling him would give the game up, so you simply smile against the curve of his knee as his hands reach hesitantly for your head, entangling themselves in your hair.
It’s loving, but the soft scratch of claws against your scalp adds a spice to the sweetness and you respond with a low growl, a sound that you feel in the way his body twitches. A pitch of your body upwards until you bite down on his collarbone, hard, your hand coming to rest on the point where his tail meets skin and you pull him up, up, up against you, his hardness a temptation against your belly and your other hand snaking down to claim it.
“Love-” G’raha manages.
The title is your favourite amongst all your many appellations, but it isn’t coherency you want to hear from him and so you bite down harder, your hand growing slick with his need.
When you do, he sings for you. It is the sound of your desire, a needy melody that goes straight to your belly until you want to hear nothing else. Heart beating to the rhythm of his mewls against your cheek, you grin, fierce, and pull him closer still.
There is music to make.
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Crystal Exarch’s Seiyuu in Granblue
The Crystal Exarch’s seiyuu (Japanese voice actor), Yuma Uchida, also voices Caro in the game Granblue Fantasy. The two characters are quite similar in a few ways! They are both very caring and willing to sacrifice themselves for others. Granblue is re-running Caro’s story event, Together in Song, this September! It’s a very touching and emotional story. I just wanted to share this song he sings since I think it also fits the Crystal Exarch.
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A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, “And your name, please?”
And, like a fool, you give it to him.
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