For those who don't have an AO3 account and want to read this, here's links to all 4 chapters on Ellipsus!!!

#silvawrites ※ #wolhien ※ #wolxwol ※ #ffxivwriting

Ch1: ellipsus.com/read/4Zf1rj3...
Ch2: ellipsus.com/read/1SfajQR...
Ch3: ellipsus.com/read/2jG7yuL...
Ch4: ellipsus.com/read/4FG15r9...

A picture of a partly cloudy sky painted in the colors of sunset; pretty shades of light blue, pink, and peach. On the right side and upper left corner are leafy trees entering the frame, with three birds in flight between them. Fanfiction title: Scars and Sunshine Final Fantasy XIV | Explicit

A picture of a partly cloudy sky painted in the colors of sunset; pretty shades of light blue, pink, and peach. On the right side and upper left corner are leafy trees entering the frame, with three birds in flight between them. Text Box: Silva Cataracta has always been uncomfortable sharing the story of how she received the scars on her back and openly displaying them for others to see, even if it's been a little over two years since that ill-fated day. The trauma from the near-fatal encounter is still too present in her soul. The pain they still cause her is only a reminder of weakness. How ugly and deep the marks are. But when Hien accidentally stumbles upon Silva resting in her and Ricmorn's shared room in the Doman Enclave with the old wounds on full display, she realizes there is no point in avoiding the subject any longer with him, now that they’re courting. She and Ricmorn take some time to tell him the tale behind them, and he, in turn, offers the shy woman comfort she never expected. A reminder that she is more than the scars decorating her skin — that they and she are beautiful. Always.

Scars and Sunshine ☀️
#silvawrites ※ #wolhien ※ #wolxwol ※ #ffxivwriting [Hien/Silva/Ricmorn]
50.2k, 4 Chapters, Explicit, Mind the tags (NSFW scenes in Chapters 3 and 4 with Silva/Hien.)

Hien learns about the story of the scars on Silva's back.

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/822283...

What if you're off maternity leave, and your job requires you to travel a lot :) surely 8.0 will be fine!

Surely!

#NotesOfFreya | #wolhien | #SixSentenceSaturday

But when he left a third love bite where her left shoulder and neck met, a patch of skin so sensitive that it made Silva jump, it was time for her to return the favor. A low grunt came from him when the hand resting against his neck suddenly found his hair. "Silva?" he questioned, slightly concerned. Heat flickered in her sea-green eyes when their gazes met briefly. "At ease, [my heart…]" Silva murmured. "Everything is just right." And it was. It really was — perfection. Silva felt him shudder as she threaded her fingers into the silky black strands again, her fingers gently massaging his scalp in slow circles. He relaxed almost instantly, a hum rumbling deep in Hien's chest. Good. He deserved to melt too — to be loved with absolute care. She took a chance while her touch distracted him to place kisses wherever she saw fit — his jaw, neck, along his collarbone, and shoulders. Anywhere her lips could comfortably reach. Her horns drank in the pleased sounds he made for her, loving how his pulse would jump when she carefully grazed her fangs and blunt teeth against his skin. Even the way he let out a choked gasp when she gifted him with a few love bites and ran her tongue over the deep scarlet marks made her blood run hot in her veins. But she saved the sweetest kisses for the scars decorating his skin. Marks and notches from wounds and scratches from a time before adulthood, the scars faded and blended into his skin tone. Days spent training under the heat of the sun and playing as a child. Like the criss-crossed scar above his right eye. Silva knew the tale behind that one. Hien told her he obtained that while protecting Yugiri from one of the magical guards guarding the inner sanctum of Swallow's Compass. He wore a similar, larger one on his right shoulder. But she didn't know the story about that one, not yet, at least. She would ask Hien about it the next time they were together and not… handsy with one another.

Others, however, were fresher. Newer. Various shades of pink or red from battles she knew of and rougher instruction as he helped young recruits to the Doman army. Scrapes and cuts from helping rebuild the Enclave with his people. A few of them he got while helping her build his private garden behind his home — their private garden. But the scar that gained her attention the most was the one on the left side of his lower abdomen; a gnarled knot of healed muscle and flesh. The near-fatal wound given to him by Zenos during the failed Doman Rebellion, when rage, fear, and adrenaline took over after watching his father die. One last effort for his nation and people — for freedom. Cirina and her grandmother healed it when Hien was in their care during his time in the Azim Steppe. An injury that took months to become what it is now. It was a reminder that they both lived through situations that should have killed them, but now decorate their skin. Scars of sacrifice. Silva paused, letting the thought settle. When it did, like a steady rain shower hitting colored-terracotta roof tiles, her fingers gently ran over the long-healed wound. She didn't realize what she was doing until she heard her beloved lord take a breath. But he didn't stop her ministrations. No, Hien let her, curious and touched. He watched her trace over the rough edges of skin, the slight dip where muscle never healed perfectly. Feather-light. Unhurried. Where the injury met unmarred flesh and strong bone. Hien felt the love Silva poured into each graze. A few minutes later, her hand shifted to rest over his heart, curiosity sated for now. He wondered if she had questions of her own about it. Questions Hien wanted her to ask so he could answer, just like she did with him with the scars on her back. If she did, Silva said nothing, letting the silence speak for her with the promise of later.

I can't remember for the life of me if I posted this little moment between Silva and Hien, where she gently touches/examines his scars, so just in case...

I really do love this 🥹

CW: Suggestive Sexual Themes, Teasing, Biting/Nipping, Scars, Partial Nudity.

#silvawrites | #wolhien

After Hien removed his colorful dogi, the sashes that held it closed, and thick leather arm and leg guards, he quietly walked over to Silva, not wanting to waste any more time. He took small, measured steps to make sure he didn't disturb her, and carefully knelt on the ground beside the bed. His lips curved up in a smile when he heard faded snores leave her, brushing stray strands of her purple hair out of her face and back behind her ivory horn. He slowly counted the freckles that littered across her cheek as he watched her, something he had always found to relax him after a long day. Kami— She looked so peaceful — so beautiful — like this, resting in his bed and tangled up in his sheets. Where she was safe. The late afternoon sunshine peaking through the windows gave her slumbering form an ethereal glow and warmed her skin where it touched. The tip of her long tail sneaked out from under the covers again and lazily swayed every so often. Silva was a vision. His ears picked up on the faint, pleased sounds that rumbled in her throat when she would nuzzle her face against his pillow or pull the blankets closer to her, sighing happily before settling down. This… This was a sight Hien would never forget, one he wished would greet him every morning for the rest of his days. He was grateful for the rare chance to watch over her for a little while instead of the other way around for once. To protect her from the world, instead. It was a thought that made soft chuckles shake his shoulders and chest. Because how silly was that? And to think that when the young lord went to bed later that night, he would breathe in her scent of fresh Doman orchids and lilies as he dreamed away — dreamed of her. Hien wouldn't need to go to their garden or favorite patch of wildflowers to be reminded of her.

"[It does my heart good to know you got some much-needed rest. That you came to me for this. The amount of trust you have in me to do so in the first place… I am the luckiest person in the world right now to have someone as you love and care for me the way you do, Wildflower,]" he murmured, his fingertips grazing lightly against her slightly flushed cheek as he closed his eyes. Another sigh left him. "[I only hope I offer you the same amount of love in return. That you know deep down how much you truly mean to me.]" I hope you know you make me forget about my troubles and calm my spirit every time we are together, he thought afterward. I am a better man today because of you — I owe you so much for it. "[You do and more, my heart. I promise,]" said a quiet, sleep-filled voice after a minute. Bright peridot eyes snapped open to find half-lidded, vibrant sea-green ones looking up at him, the late afternoon sun making them glow the prettiest color he had ever seen. Silva gave him a loving smile as her lithe fingers caught his wrist to press a kiss to the inside of his palm before his hand gently cupped her face. Hien melted a little when she nuzzled into his touch. "[For it is I who should be feeling lucky that I have not one, but two men who see me for who I am and love me deeply. Men who care and have loyalty beyond measure. One of them is a remarkable and humble king who looks after his people and his nation with great pride. The other is a Warrior of Light like myself. Both could have whoever they wanted in the world, and instead, they decided they both wanted me. That I was worthy.]" "[It's because you are worthy of that love, Wildflower.]"

Screaming at them and rattling the bars of my cage!!! WHY ARE THEY SO PRECIOUS!!! ;-;

(Please note that this is very rough and full of mistakes, and may appear different after editing!!!)

#silvawrites | #wolhien

His ears picked up on the quiet sigh of relief slipping from her, his mouth curving into a smile as he leaned down to give her a sweet kiss on her soft lips. The smile he wore twisted into a grin when he felt her fingertips trail along his jawline as she returned the kiss. Sharp, pleasant sparks of levin chased after her touch, stealing his breath. He stole another kiss from her. And then another. Slowly, the longing sitting in his chest dissolved. "You are always welcome to come here, Silva," the young lord assured her when they broke apart, the pad of his thumb brushing against her flushed skin. A quiet gasp slipped past her lips at his words. “No matter what the reason. Nor the time of day. My space and home are yours to find whatever it is you need.” Rest. Solitude. A place for her to be human and process her emotions and thoughts. Reassurance that she was deeply loved. Strength within his arms and heart. And Hien would hate it if his lover felt like she couldn't come to him for anything, for whatever reason. There would always be a safe space for Silva. “Well… unless you are hiding here instead of running around and saving the world,” he added teasingly, earning himself a few light laughs from the woman. Oh, Hien missed the sweet sound. A chime of bells that instantly brightened the room. “Then I will gently coax you to return to where you need to be and seek me out another time.” Silva pouted. "Would you really, Hien? Here I was thinking you would be overjoyed to see me, no matter the case. I can't believe what I'm hearing." Amusement flickered in his peridot eyes, betraying his words. "Well… as long as it wasn't too pressing a matter, then maybe you could convince me to keep you tucked away. Keep me distracted from the mundane for a while." And then he paused, thinking. His delight turned to weariness as Hien regarded her. "Wait— Silva, are you really—"

A bark of laughter escaped Silva as she shook her head. "Heavens no!" She pressed herself closer to Hien, trilling softly, wanting to soothe him. He relaxed at the gentle sound. “No. I’m not running from my duties. I promise,” she assured, raising a small hand to lightly tap her fingertips against the sturdy metal chest plate under his colorful dogi. His hand covered hers seconds later, the heat of his skin sinking into hers. A grounding touch she didn't know she needed. "Not this time, anyway. Today, I just..." Her voice vanished as her expression faltered. "Silva?" He tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to continue with her thoughts. "You just..?" But it didn't stop Hien's mind from wandering as he waited. Why was she suddenly here? If Silva teleported to the Doman Enclave with little to no warning, and not with Ricmorn or her Scion companions instead, then… something was wrong. (Unless Ricmorn had sent her here to get away from a situation. It wouldn't have been the first time.) Something she didn't feel she could shoulder alone. And he couldn’t help but worry when he saw tears gather in her eyes. His heart ached. A shaky exhale left Silva. “The world is quiet for once, yet I… find that my mind is not. Hien, I’m… I am not—” I am not okay, far from it. And you were the first person I thought of running to. You are the only one who would understand the reason why I did. Those were the words on the tip of her tongue that refused to leave her lips. Fear, shame, and worry wouldn't let them loose. Silva would have laughed at herself for how defeated she felt if she had the energy for it. For how deeply it cut. Her heart clenched painfully in silent agreement. All she could do was hope and pray he could understand what she was trying to say instead. Thankfully, whether it was the will of the gods or the kami, he put the pieces together himself.

I will never stop loving that even though Silva is anxious to go to Hien about bad things/needing to talk/wanting a place to rest in peace, she still goes to him anyway because he is safety to her 🥹 Especially in the early days of their relationship

#silvawrites | #wolhien

Bram Matsuno and Hien Rijin become fast friends after the Scions travel to the Othard, seeking to divide imperial forces and win a path to freedom for Doma and Ala Mhigo. They have a lot in common: they are the same age, grew up just malms apart, and know what it means to watch their friends and family suffer the crushing grip of the imperial occupation that has held Doma captive for nearly three decades. Bram, having just emerged from the death of a lover and losing his home forever, is cautiously curious about the formerly unknown prince. Hien, only now recovered from the physical and psychological trauma of a failed rebellion, prays the Scions might be the key to helping him achieve his lifelong goal of liberation. But difficulties lie in the shadows, and as understanding and fondness begin to blossom, it becomes clear that helping each other restore their home may not be all they want. Will they be able to overcome the specters of the past to find a new and lasting happiness? Or will their lives remain divided by walls neither of them carries the power to surmount?

A young Bram stands at his mother's side, watching his father, dressed in an imperial uniform, head for a ship. This is the moment he left forever.

A young Shun bows apologetically to his father, King Kaien, after getting hurt and running afoul of imperials at The Swallow's Compass. Behind him, Gosetsu shrugs and fondly smiles, as if to suggest that this is par for the course.

Bram and Hien stare skyward at the stars, sitting side by side on the first night they met. The lush green landscape of the Azim Steppe surrounds them while a small stream rushes nearby.

Sunrise Over Saisho

Various Ratings | #wolhien | 75.5k Words | Ongoing Series

AO3: archiveofourown.org/series/4517938

{ #ffxivfic | #mairynfic | #bram/hien }

Ask Away!
#PanthWrites #ffxivrp

#wolchefant #wolraha #wolhien #wolmeric #wolstinien #wolcred #wolianger

This comes a week later, but I'm being brave once again and letting Silva get (affectionately) bullied by Ricmorn and Hien and making her poor head explode~ She loves it though 🤭

CW: Suggestive Sexual Themes, Playful Teasing, Touching, Dirty Talk, Partial Nudity

#silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol

Lord Hien: "Mom!"

Lord Hien: "Mommy!"

Lord Hien: "MAMA!"

Lady Cait'alla: "Yes, Baby?" Lord Hien: "Hi. Hehehe!"

Lord Hien: "Mom!"
"Mommy!"
"MAMA!"

Lady Cait'alla: "Yes, Baby?"

Lord Hien: "Hi. Hehehe!"

#HienCaitGiriWM | #WoLHien | #gposers | #bposers |
#yllimods | #ドマ町人地 |

Fafnir, a masc Raen Au Ra, stands with Hien. They are looking at each other.

Through the blossoms of a cherry tree, a peak of Fafnir and Hien together.

A rare moment of quiet.

#FafnirChulainn ✨ #WolHien

“You can use the washroom first, [Wildflower,]” Hien told her when she looked at him again. “Take whatever time you need to feel settled again.” A soft grunt escaped him when Silva threw her arms around his neck and carefully pressed an ivory horn to his cheek. A gesture that said more than words could. He wasn’t expecting it, but he loved it and returned her sweet embrace. “Thank you again, [my heart,]” she whispered beside his ear, grinning from horn to horn when the powerful arms wrapped around her middle gave her a gentle squeeze. "For today — everything." He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, humming. "Anytime, darling." But before she left him, there was one thing Hien needed to do… "Silva— Give me a moment before getting up." "Hm?" Silva let Hien carefully shift her in his lap, just enough to have her right shoulder and upper back closer to his face. The start of a question was on the tip of her tongue, confused. But it turned to dust when his lips found the smooth-jagged edge of one of the larger scars decorating the skin on her back. A quiet gasp slipped past her lips when he continued, leaving feather-light kisses behind. When his mouth couldn't go further down that scar, he moved to another, repeating the gesture with care. Slowly. With love and intention. And Silva felt all of it. Her eyes grew wet, a shaky laugh tumbling from her. "H-Hien… you don't need to—"

"I know. I want to," Hien murmured against her skin. He dragged his lips down the silvery line of healed scar tissue before speaking again. "I will always want to, Silva." Her mind flashed to the night the young lord accidentally saw the old wounds on her back in their full glory — to the things he said and the truth his words held. "They are beautiful, [Wildflower.] So beautiful. Not because they are a part of you, but also because of the meaning behind why you have them in the first place — love. There's no need to feel any shame about your scars whatsoever." Another burst of watery laughter came from her, a few tears escaping afterward, but heavens, her heart was full. She stayed still, letting Hien press kisses along what scarred skin he could easily reach for as long as he'd like, sniffling quietly as he retraced his path. Ricmorn remained silent during their special moment, humming in approval, happy to let them have it. Once Hien finished, his lips found the patch of ivory scales below Silva's right horn. And even though she cleared her throat several times, a chance for her to collect herself again, her voice was thick with emotion. "Thank you for that, too, Hien." "You're very welcome, Silva," Hien murmured, wiping away her tears.

Not me getting stupid and emotional about this little section 😍🥹😭 I will never get sick of Hien and Ricmorn treating Silva with love and care when it comes to the scars on her back.

CW: Scars, Non-sexual Nudity (Silva is naked from the waist up, but not NSFW)

#silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol

#MiqoMarch2026 | #MiqoMarch | #ミコッテ |

Her Royal Highness 妃殿下
Lady Cait'alla of Doma ドマ王国のレディ・カイトアラ

#HienCaitGiriWM | #gposers | #bposers | #ff14ss |

#WoLship | #WoLHien | #WoLYugiri | #WoLWanderingMinstrel |

To let her take whatever she needed from him to ease the deep ache in her center that made her tremble. “[P-please! My heart—]” she begged in Doman — pleaded — and did not care how needy she sounded. Not when searing desire licked up her spine. Not when she needed his hands and mouth all over her burning body, and he answered it. And certainly not when Hien grinned wickedly against her, knowing what he was doing to her. "[Kami— Hien, please!]" Gods, Silva couldn’t believe Hien sought to reduce her to begging him now. She felt his pleased hum against her skin, giving the dark blue-gray nipple one last harsh suckle before letting it go with a wet pop. Another low whine left her when he ran his tongue over the tender flesh. Such a pretty sound to his ears. “[Please, what, Wildflower?]” Hien mused when his face was above hers again, taking her bottom lip between his blunt teeth and lightly tugging on it. "[Go faster? Stay slow? Yes, no, maybe so?]" Hien grinned at her low groan. And when he caught the hot flash of hunger in her sea-green eyes, he gave her a lazy roll of his hips and devoured the frustrated sound that left her lips. “[Speak, Silva. Tell me your desires. What is it you need from me, hm? Perhaps I have an answer…]”

So, Hien telling Silva how she haunts him while they're being intimate is still stupid hot to me, but this "Go faster? Stay slow? Yes, no, maybe so?" line has me in a choke hold and wanting to tear something to shreads 🥵

CW: Sexual Themes, Partial Nudity (waist up), Teasing

#silvawrites | #wolhien

Lysander and Hien resting against some cushions, Lysander reclining against Hien's chest between his legs and reaching up to his face, while Hien has an arm wrapped around his shoulder

winding down
#felspose #wolhien

His words went straight to her aching core, set her ablaze. Silva growled in response to them, the sound feral as she let her hips move on their own accord against him with the help of his tight grip. A slow teasing grind to drive them further into madness. "[You say that as if you don't haunt me, my heart,]" she counted, biting Hien's lower lip until he groaned - and the things that rumbling sound did to her. "[That I don't picture you behind my eyes when I'm alone and craving your hands all over me. Because I do, Hien.]" She did, more times than Silva would admit. The intense heat she saw flashing in his eves made her rub her thighs together. And... her only warning.

A sound left him - something between a growl and a bark of deep laughter, a promise. Hien's talented mouth left hers to roam around her neck and throat. finding all the sensitive spots that left her utterly breathless. A nip here, a wet kiss and drag of tongue there. Another harsher bite that Silva knew she wouldn't be able to hide with clothes. And the bastard had the nerve to grin against her skin with a mumbled "oops" afterward. Her mind spun, and she was sure he decorated her skin with more beautiful love bites that would need to be tended to later. ( Not that she cared or minded at all in the heat of the moment. A problem for a future version of her. Only then did his lips wander along her collarbone and down her chest to take a stiff nipple into his mouth, and sharp sparks of levin danced along her nerves. The sudden action tore all sorts of broken noises and cries of his name from the back of her throat as he suckled and nibbled to his heart's content. And by the gods, did she fucking love it.

"[Seven fucking - a-ahhh- hells!]" she gasped, her long tail returning to coil around his leg in an attempt to ground herself. To have an anchor in the whirlpool of pleasure. But the wicked swirl of his tongue around her nipple made her hips buck into his. the thought of recentering herself vanishing with it. "[Don't you dare stop, Hien. Don't you fucking-]" Silva wouldn't forgive Hien if he did She'd curse him. Kick and snarl in frustration for leaving her to deal with the raging desire in her veins as if it wasn't his fault. But he didn't. Thank the gods and kami he didn't. The vibration of his elated hum against her sensitive skin at hearing her cry out because of him was absolutely maddening. She sighed arching her back for more. And the heat simmering in her lower belly reminded her of its presence. Bubbling and carving a larger space for itself. Even the long, silky strands of his hair tickling against her chest and abdomen added another layer of sensation. Feather-light, yet it left tingles in its wake. A push-pull of feelings. A current in a winding river that she let herself ride with open arms because she was with him.

But wait there's more -- a continuation of the writing snippets from above~ Silva has to remind Hien that he drives her just as wild too. These are still NSFW!!!

CW: Suggestive/Sexual Themes, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Half Nudity (they're naked from the waist up.), Biting

#silvawrites | #wolhien

OKAY BEING BRAVE!!! NSFW text images below of Hien being unapologetically horny for Silva -- and she's absolutely loving it~

CW: Suggestive/Sexual Themes, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Half Nudity (they're both naked from the waist up.)

#silvawrites | #wolhien

A virtual photo from the game Final Fantasy 14. It shows Moriko, a green-haired au ra woman with pale green skin and darker green scales, lying on her back and kissing Hien, a white skinned human with long dark hair. He is also lying on his back, but is upside down in comparison to Moriko.

happy valentines' day from Moriko and Hien <3

#VirtualPhotography | #bposers | #EorzeaPhotos | #wolhien

Another section of this chapter that revolves around the same theme: Hien gently checking in with Silva because things have shifted and he wants to make sure she's okay. It's beautiful and sweet and full of love and care.

CW: Suggestive/Sexual Themes, Consent/Check-ins

#silvawrites | #wolhien

A g pose from the game Final Fantasy 14. It shows Moriko, a green haired au ra woman with green scales, posing with two metal fans. At her back is Hien, a tall man with long black hair in a ponytail and a chinstrap beard. He is holding a katana out across in front of the three of them. At his front is Cirina, an au ra woman with black scales and pale pink hair. She is wearing pink and red robes and looking off into the distance.

wanted to pose the three of them like a movie poster or similar, and I'm really pleased with this! <3

#bposers | #bpose | #aura | #wolhien

What if... What if she didnt want him to stop? At least, not vet. Surely she could be a little selfish for once. Silva hoped her other lover felt the same as she returned his caresses, although timider, with her own as they continued exchanging eager, fervent kisses. Her fingertips ran over the hard planes of his chest and broad shoulders before trailing one hand up his neck. Slowly and with care. Easy Loving the soft moan that ghosts over her lips. Her other hand grazed down his toned body and stopped just above his navel, fingers trembling. Silva didn't even realize her hand slightly shook until she felt his fingers wrap around her delicate wrist, pausing her wandering touches and their kissing.

Concern flickered in his eyes. "[You are shaking, Wildflower,]" Hien pointed out, his gaze scanning over her flushing face to make sure nothing was amiss. It wasn't iust her hand that shook. but her entire frame. His knuckles trailed up and down her spine in soothing motions. "[Is this too fast? Too much, too soon for you? Tell me, please.]" She shook her head. a round of bright giggles bubbling up from her chest as she rushed to pacify him this time. "[No- Heavens no! This is not too fast or too much.]" The look of relief painting his features at her reassurance made her smile, her long tail swishing with glee behind her when he brought her palm to his lips. "[This is just right, Hien. Absolutely perfect, and it feels so... natural to be like this with you. So nice and loved.]"

I'm such a sucker for men (anyone, really) checking in with their partners during intimacy, and I've added a few more moments of this in my Scars and Sunshine rewrite 😍 I also just love Hien being attentive with Silva

CW: Suggestive/Sexual Themes, Consent/Check-ins

#silvawrites | #wolhien

Hien let out a deep chuckle when the Auri woman forced herself to tear her mouth away from him, heavy pants leaving her as she tried to catch her breath. Silva's half-lidded eves were wild and smoldering. "Fuck-" "Already breathless, I see," he teased, gently tugging her bottom lip with his teeth. The wicked heat in her gaze grew. "Perfect." That's exactly what he wanted and what she asked for. Hien stole one last kiss from her when Silva gasped. His lips sought the column of her throat to leave a trail of hot, open-mouth kisses in his wake. "That didn't take long at all, sweetheart." Smug bastard.

"I- S-shut up!" she laughed. The light and breathy sound twisted into a moan when she felt blunt teeth graze over a sensitive patch of skin between a set of ivory scales on the side of her neck. A slight shudder went through Silva as his breath was warm over her rapid pulse. "And who said that I was done kissing you, Hien? Who? Because it certainly wasn't- 0-ohhh..." Her head spun when his mouth latched onto the spot and sucked. A sigh of his name escaped her lips. followed by a mewl when he sucked again and dragged his tongue over the blooming red mark. The beautiful sting faded into something dull. His low hum of satisfaction rang in her horns, and made heat pool low in her belly. "Silly girl, I'm far from finished," Hien mouthed against her skin

As much as the horrors of life tried to bring them down, I really do love that Silva and Hien made it to the other side of that darkness and found joy in each other. They're so cute 💜

CW: Kissing, Implied Suggestive/Sexual Themes (Nothing too crazy), Playful Banter/Teasing

#silvawrites | #wolhien

ドマ町人地でのアフタヌーンティー 🍵✨ Afternoon Tea at The Doman Enclave.

ドマ町人地でのアフタヌーンティー 🍵✨

Afternoon Tea at The Doman Enclave.

#HienCaitGiri | #wolhien | #wolyugiri |
#gposers | #bposers |

New Session | Archive of Our Own An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

oh to be loved (by you) Ch14 Delicate (T) — Silva tries to do nice gestures for both Ricmorn and Hien, only for them to tease her with similar jokes.

#silvawrites | #wolhien | #wolxwol | #ffxivfanfic | #Fluffvember2025

» archiveofourown.org/works/735251...

Bram and Hien stand together on a decorative red bridge. They both have their eyes closed. Bram has his arms wrapped around Hien's middle from behind and Hien holds one of Bram's hands in his own. Bram's chin rests on Hien's shoulder and Hien leans his head into the side of Bram's face fondly.

By the kami.

Hien wasn’t certain he’d ever grow used to it. He didn’t want to. He wanted to be surprised and delighted every single time Bram decided to show his affection, settling into it as easily as breathing.

{ #leeposes | #wolhien | #bram/hien }

Bram and Hien stand near the aetheryte in the Doman Enclave, the windows of the Kienkan glowing behind them. Bram has Hien's chin tilted up in one hand and kisses him on the lips, while Hien wraps his arms around Bram's back and waist, as if to welcome him home after a long absence.

The aetheryte plaza had gone still for the evening and a gentle chill settled in. Bram's eyes swept toward the Kienkan and immediately landed upon the king, who waited at the gate.

"Welcome home," Hien said.

Six moons of longing crashed upon them all at once.

{ #leeposes | #wolhien | #bram/hien }

They fell into a comfortable silence, staring at one another as the light of the late afternoon sun bathed them in a radiant golden glow. Warm and soft. Their hearts roared in their chests, beating as one as they exchanged gentle touches. It took Silva a few seconds to realize he was waiting for her permission. Oh— gods and kami bless this man… A soft plea left her as her long ivory tail loosely coiled around one of his legs. "[Please,]" she breathed. "[Please kiss me, my heart. Let me get a little lost in you — in us.]" Quiet laughter lit up Hien's eyes as his mouth curved into a lopsided smile. "[Well, when you put it like that, Wildflower… Gladly.]" With one final graze of his thumb across her plum-colored freckles, his lips covered her plush ones in a slow, sweet kiss. Again, and again. Such tender kisses filled Silva's belly with butterflies. Hien pulled back for a moment, a wordless check-in before she shook her head and pulled his mouth down to hers again, wanting more. And he dared to flash a grin at her. A soft sigh left Silva as he coaxed her into another one, and the world around them faded into the background. Perfect — nothing else outside this room mattered. Their mouths smoothly melded together as they were in no rush, both wanting to savor the moment. Quiet hums of contentment left them as they continued with the pace for a few minutes longer until Hien's hand returned to her waist, pulling her closer. The sensation of his fingertips digging into her exposed skin and sensitive scales made Silva gasp sharply against his mouth. Sparks of pleasure raced up her spine. "Hien—" Fuck. Hien, fearing that he had accidentally hurt her, started pulling away to ask if she was alright. "Silva, are you—" The sound of a low growl froze him in his tracks, followed by a tug on his long hair. And the moan of surprise she pulled from his throat filled the small space between them.

"No. I didn't say stop, did I?" she teased. He shook his head, and the wicked blaze of desire in her sea-green eyes stole his breath. "I— no, but—" "Then kiss me like the world ends tomorrow, Hien." Kami— How was he supposed to respond to a demand that made his heart flutter in his chest? The thought didn't matter — his beloved didn't give him a chance. A groan escaped him when her mouth sealed itself back over his in a deeper, more fervent kiss — one that he was more than happy to return once his mind caught up. It soon turned into a clash of mouths and playful nips of teeth and blunt fangs. A contest to see who could lead this intimate dance. Silva held her own for a handful of kisses, stealing his bottom lip to toy and tugging on his jet-black hair again, only for him to return the favor. His fingers in her short purple and magenta waves tightened in response. He sucked her lip into his mouth, worrying the soft flesh until she moaned, panting against his mouth. A weak whimper rumbled in her throat when Hien surprised her with a growl and tilted her head to kiss her more thoroughly, gaining control again. Their kissing rapidly grew into something hot and carnal, and— Gods, she loved it. The sound of their ragged breathing, her pleased noises, and his happy hums filled the air between them. And when Silva thought kissing him like this couldn't get any better, he slowed down just enough to drag his tongue along the seam of her lips — a silent request. She answered without a second thought. The airy "yes" leaving her lips was muffled when Hien surged forward with renewed vigor, groaning and licking at her lips once more before slipping past her slightly parted lips. Madness yet perfection. No, that was when his tongue found hers to tangle with, slick and hot as he held her close. She whined, feeling him smirk against her mouth as he swallowed all the little sounds she made for him.

Another sneak peek from my rewrite of "Scars and Sunshine." Just a little scene of Silva and Hien kissing that gets a little more handsy as emotions happen~

CW: Kissing, Mentions of Hair Pulling/Tugging, Playful Banter/Teasing, Suggestive Themes, Implied Sexual Tension.

#silvawrites | #wolhien

Bram and Hien tenderly embrace in the Pendants inn room in Norvrandt. Their foreheads are pressed together. Hien tenderly touches Bram's jaw, his thumb resting at the corner of his mouth, while Bram cradles the back of Hien's head and holds his waist. The faintest hint of a smile curls Hien's lips. A lamp glows warmly beside them.

Bram had been patient enough. The moment they were alone, he gathered Hien in his arms and rested their foreheads together, properly embracing him at last.

"Never do that again," he said.

Hien breathed a soft laugh against his lips. "It was hardly my fault."

{ #bram/hien | #wolhien | #leeposes }

Relaxing at The Doman Enclave ⛩️🌾

ドマ町人地でくつろぐ

#HienCaitGiri | #wolhien | #wolyugiri | #gposers | #bposers |

King of the Boops!

King of the Boops!

#HienCaitGiri | #tiramods | #wolhien | #wolyugiri |
#gposers | #bposers |