"Come, my heart. You must be cold, and a fire roars in my chambers." "I'm sure," she teases. "But I've traveled so far, and you're sure to be caught in no fewer than eight conversations on the way back to your quarters." And oh, if her gloved hand doesn't find exactly the right angle to slide under his light armor and into his breeches. So that's the game she's playing at.

ridden hard and put away wet
(or, lovingly, the stable fic)

haurchefant greystone/specific wol
explicit | oneshot

#gardensfic #haurchewren #xivfic

archiveofourown.org/works/52201024

my oc, wearing a headband with antlers and a red and white christmas dress, stands propped up on some stairs, against a door in a christmas scene. haurchefant, wearing a warm sweater and fond expression, has one hand against the door's window and another on her hip/thigh.

and another old favorite🥰 #haurchewren