#eremites

✧ It took a couple of days for this young man to recover. After he was nourished and offered plenty of water and rest, he was the one who slowly moved out of his shell. In the scorching sun of the day, he sat silently in the shade of the tents, observing you training with your Eremite peers. When you sparred and moved on with your duties, it looked as if Deshret’s gaze itself blessed your sun-kissed skin. And in these moments, the youth realized how far from home he was; even if he never considered Sumeru City his home.

You offered him company, but he often remained apprehensive between the Eremites. You weren't surprised, you thought he'd be another student who looked down upon your folk. But this boy showed none of such inhibitions - what you saw was genuine pain and fear in his ruby eyes. 

✧ After much coaxing and several Ajilenakh Nut candies, this young man began sitting down with you more frequently. Whenever dinner was served, you offered him a seat amongst your people. When he silently stood in the cool shadows of the desert night, you were the first who'd welcome him by the fire. It was in these moments that you learned his name, Zandik. And it was by the stillness of the night he confessed about his exile from the Akademiya, of his heresies.

You listened patiently to every word. Though you did not promise him paradise amongst your tribe, the young boy never forgot your words: “In the desert, we're all exiles. Is there a difference where you come from when we're all abandoned by our Gods?” 

✧ From here on out, Zandik could be found lingering in your secluded tribe. Perhaps it was an unofficial welcome, but you often showed him the ropes of your community. His once tousled uniform was forgotten, and instead, people provided him with more suitable clothes to protect him from the harsh desert sun. His silent brooding slowly shifted into timid approaches. At least he didn't ogle you whenever you trained in the mornings, he now asked you to train him. And though he was awkward at first, he didn't have the heart to confess his eyes were drinking praise of your muscles whenever you taught him.

Your peers joked and called him the foreigner of the tribe. Zandik never rebutted; he said it was better than being called a heretic. He just relished sitting next to you on the carpeted floor, listening to your chatter and chuckles as everyone ate Tahchin for dinner. 

✧ Zandik wasn't gullible though, he knew he shouldn't take your hospitality for granted. Eremites were cautious of outsiders, and no matter how he may look, he is one. The eremites saw hardships more than his young, inexperienced self did, thus his ignorance was transforming. Even without the Akademiya, he learned you valued any knowledge and books your people collected. The folk of the tribe were not uneducated. If anything, the people here welcomed topics that were often shunned in the halls of the institute. 

Whatever books and notes Zandik had on him when you found him in the desert, he felt more compelled to share them with you. In the silent hours of the night, you and he would share a tent hurried in some books he brought. He listened to you in awe when you said your tribe was never prohibited from exploring the Valley of Darhi and the giant Ruin Guard slumbering there. 

✧ But even your tribe harbored a tumor no one could eradicate – Eleazar. Many elders suffered from it, and more symptoms were showing in some of your peers. Zandik watched with a solemn gaze as you toiled and helped with whatever resources your tribe had. It was a grave topic in your tribe, to take care of those suffering, or honor those who passed from it. However since the young man had academic knowledge in biology and medicine, he wished to provide medical help. 

When his hand reached for vials of medicine, your own jolted to grasp his in a warning. You stopped his interference, telling him not to meddle. Zandik only gazed at you, a silent plea: “...You don't trust me yet?” Alas, you remained silent.

✧ Zandik’s restlessness was evident. With unbridled determination, he desired you to teach him to be competent in the desert. If he wants to be of use for the Eremites and his own research, his academic knowledge would not suffice under Deshret's red sand. Zandik instead followed you, like an eager child ready to mimic and learn, he desired to accompany you beyond the safe grounds of the tribe and venture forth on expeditions. 

You taught him to wield a spear first. It didn't take long for him to lose his footing and get a face full of sand… But after much trial and error, you mentored him with a claymore. Your hand was often on top of his when you guided him to hold onto the hilt, his skin getting warmer than usual. 

“Okay, maybe the heavy weight of the weapon will make sure you stay on both your feet for now.” 

✧ You were surprised at how much of a chatterbox he became wherever the two of you ventured on expeditions. He'd blabber endlessly about the numerous academic matters regarding the ruins you two found; of the leylines and its history. He never spoke for so long whenever the two of you were in the tribe. Yet as the sun cast its golden hues upon you two, Zandik realized he never found the desert sun cumbersome while trekking alongside you. When he smiles a boyish grin, his shoulders brushing against yours, the sunset becomes a queue to find shelter and set up camp for the night. 

In a secluded nook hidden from the endless expanse of sandy dunes, the dim glow of a single lantern illuminated the small makeshift tent. Within its confines, Zandik found himself nestled close beside you. It was his idea to push the sleeping pads together - to save space, as he had suggested with feigned practicality. Yet now, with his head resting on your arm and his short, unruly curls brushing against your shoulder, the throes of cold desert nights faded into irrelevance. All that remained was the tender warmth of your embrace, a solace he quietly cherished, cradled in the stillness of your presence.

✧ Perhaps this is why, after many centuries, a certain Harbinger was adamant about finding a cure for Eleazar. Having been recruited by the Jester, the Doctor rarely visited the lonesome desert of Sumeru. Yet it didn’t stop him from gazing off with wistful melancholy at the land. Perhaps the ever-shifting sands had since swept the evidence of yours and his footsteps, but his fond memories of trekking with you alone never faded. 

All his relentless research, the unyielding pursuit of knowledge and cures – were all to honor your people and the memory of your smile that lingered in his dreams, cradling a young Zandik in the warmth of your embrace.

makes a strap with her hydro powers, makes it extra cold if she can help it just to have you try to push her away and she just easily overpowers you. she loves fucking out in the open, especially at night. turns her on so fucking much when the lewd noises of her wet strap pounding into you while her hips meet your ass with a slap, you cover your mouth trying not to wake the other eremites while she giggles breathlessly and grips your chin with her hand, the rings digging into your skin,

“be quiet, love. you don’t want them to wake up and see how much of a whore you are that you couldn’t wait until we were alone to get your hole ruined, do you?”

Eremite Sunfrost

infuses his fingers and dick when they go inside you, loves to fuck your face the most. just leaning on a tree in the hot summer morning as you suck on his cock like a desperate fuckin’ animal in heat gets him going. he barely makes noises but you hear him moan so fucking cute when you suck on his tip.

loves your mouth, anything oral. his dick gets hard when he watches you drink or eat something, especially ice cream.

loves to service your sex with his tongue while you’re busy with something. anything. just sucks you dry, eats you out until your cunt is sore. fuckin asshole just loves ruining you.

loves spitting on your hole before he fucks it raw. doesn’t even prep you that much, wants to hear you cry and beg for him to slow down as he pounds your hole, feeling it tighten with a low groan as he presses his chest against your back, feels the sand dig in but doesnt give a shit when your hole is swallowing his fat cock so obediently. and the noises you make? fuckkk he loves the way your body shakes as he fucks you while you cry about how much it hurts, loves feeling your tears when he gets way rougher than he is normally.

“fuck yes, look at you. ruined little thing, ruined for anyone but me.”

Eremite Daythunder

this hot hunk of meat fuck, he loves manhandling you. just using one arm while he fucks you out in the open in the rainforest? the way you whimper in fear everytime you hear the tiniest thing in fear of being caught is soo fuckin cute. calls you his “cute little fucktoy, you take it so fucking good for your boyfriend. hm?”

favourite position is mating press. loves how your hole just swallows his cock to the fuckin’ base, loves watching the way you cry out when he cums inside you, filling you the the brim as his rough thrusts dont stop. loves how he can just pump his fucking cum into you again and again as he feels his cock dig into your insides, the way your hole tightens around him as he rides out his climax makes his eyes roll back (not that you’d see) and groan your name<3

stamina is through the roof, fucked you until you can’t even walk? well get ready for round 10, babe. loves to use small cracks of electro as he works your sex with his fingers, moaning with you when you cum from his fingers. just- god loves moaning your name so much. loves standing up positions too, fucks you against a tree while his hands on your hips keep you steady so he can thrust up into your hole like he’s using a fuckin’ fleshlight. loves kissing your neck and giving you so many hickeys, especially around your sex. gotta mark whats his.