Jazzele and Erenville Prince and Princess of neighboring kingdoms AU, childhood friends maybe betrothed to become lovers but nothing concrete because Cahciua wanted Erenville to come to terms with it himself when he was ready, until another kingdom comes across the sea and asks for Jazzele's hand in marriage, and suddenly its not so certain anymore 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"Perhaps... I simply wanted to see you." Jazzele's fingertips still from where they'd been gliding against the underside of a petal, the blossom yet unfurled, laying soft and delicate in the palm of her hand. It proves a reminder for her, to be careful with how she responds—to have care with her words, with her actions; lest she tread through this moment wrong, to cause the kind of damage she cannot hope to undo. The words echo in the quiet of the greenhouse, hovering in the still air with a sense of sentiment, giving her time to mull over what to say as her fingers shifted, tracing across the edges of the bloom, softly managing a faint trickle of laughter in response. "Perhaps? Is it simply that, enough to give you reason to sneak into the castle grounds just to see me at near twilight? Come now, surely you can be more honest than that, your highness. If nothing else, than at the very least with me." #jazzerenville #ffxiv #fanfiction #fanfic #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic #wolerenville #wolville

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an ending ( there had never been a beginning. ) lapine_rêve (writingbunny) Summary: And that's the hardest duty to have to bear. To know that she would have to tear it all down, piece by piece. Even if she was fought tooth and nail to the last. Because some things, even with their best of intentions… could not simply be left to exist. wuk lamat looks across the expanse of living memory, and laments what never was. #wuklamat #sphene #wuksphene #ffxivfanfic #fanfiction #ladyjwrites #ffxiv

🎠an ending ( there had never been a beginning. )
↬ endless sphene/wuk lamat | 2.1k words

↬ resolve and reason, and when they can't co-exist.

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Well—sometimes, at least, he thinks, as he lays a kiss upon her palm, not lucid enough to recognize the way her breath hitched at the gentle touch, nor the way her eyes honed in on him with a sudden fixation— Not the way her fingers began to drift across his skin in a way that was almost deliberately tender. Almost specifically alluring. "Imprinting on my clothes, my love?" "In the absence of you, yes." He admits, opening his eyes, molten, crimson hues just as intense, though he'd never know it. "Is that a problem?" "No." She whispers, her fingers dancing across his skin, before a finger moved to press against the swell of his bottom lip, the flesh of her thumb tipping in past his teeth, as her eyes darkened when his mouth fit around the digit without hesitation. "Not at all. Never." What a tease these two were to each other, without even trying. How easy it was to have utterly missed this. #wolgraha #jazzraha #ffxiv #fanfiction #fanfic #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic

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"Is this seat taken?" There's the slow flutter of long lashes, the almost teasing drift of sapphire blue hues, before she blinks at the man beside her, and a smile curves upon her full lips as she grins. "It would be," she answers, "if it'd been anyone else but you." Erenville all but quirks a brow at her, entirely amused as he tilts his drink to his own lips, and it makes something inside her practically brighten with glee. Erenville, as ever, is a sight for sore eyes. The corner of his lips quirked at her, and she flushed with a start. Ah, seems she'd said that one out loud.

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"Is now a bad time?" A question: soft, curious, wondering. Tender, playful, teasing. Accompanied by a lone pair of hands that would entwine into the depths of his hair, through soft silver locks that shifted delicately with the gesture, drawing the barest flicker of soberness back to the fore. Estinien, Fury bless him, is a bit too deep in his cups to react properly. "Hmm?" He murmurs, slate gray eyes opening drowsily on a hum, silver white lashes barely drifting from where his eyes had apparently slipped closed. He's—to a certain extent more or less awake. Conscious, aware, not exactly drunk, but not exactly sober either. He's always a little bit more honest when he gets like this, Kaoru knows. But even they're a little bit surprised when Estinien turns to outright press a kiss into their palm and sigh as he breathes them in. #ffxivfanfic #xivfanfic #wolestinien

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a snippet based in my FF 14 x 16 crossover concept

i miss this fic a lot 🙏🏻

#sixsentencesaturday | #ladyjwrites | #wolerenville

She made it so easy; so easy… and the hardest part was learning to give in. He just didn't know how. #ffxiv #fanfiction #fanfic #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic #wolerenville #wolville

🦋the butterfly effect.
↬ specific wol x erenville | ff14 | 7.9k words

↬ jealousy, and the ever-inexplicable twists and turns of it. jealousy, and how it sometimes forces one to try to understand that which makes such little sense.

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Jazzele has imagined this moment far too many times before in her life. She has dreamed of it. Feared it. Her heart has rebelled against the very feeling of it, difficult as it's been through the years to remember—-to so much as accept. Yet here she is, some forty-odd years later. And 'home' still feels as treacherous a battlefield as it did before. Her return goes—far differently than expected. Her return comes far sooner than she'd like. She doesn't want to be here. Yet steady still, she stands, even if she feels like she's treading clear across her own grave. The cost for her return, of course, would have always been her head. She'd very much known that, even before she'd said 'yes'. "I come in peace, sisters." She utters, her lilting tones nearly lost to the bracing winds. Yet Jazzele does not tremble, even despite the cold. She doesn't falter, not even when she hears several arrows notch into a bow—Jazzele looks, for all intents and purposes in that moment, completely and utterly calm. But it is a mask, one that she slips into far too easily; familiar, even if it's been far too long. She exhales a sigh and turns her gaze ever forward. Towards the piercing amber eyes of her holy matriarch, whose face has ever haunted her dreams, even with everything else she's faced in the years beyond. "Matriark, forgive my return, but I bring word of warning." She starts. "Perhaps you have heard the whispers of it too." "The final days," she whispers, "have begun." #ffxivfanfic #ffxivfanfiction #xivfanfic #ffxivwriters

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It starts in silence. The lingering, wistful, fragile kind, as the light in the Crystarium fades to night, sunset tinting the sky in hues of yellow, pinks, and blues. Sparkling against the crystal where the sun still peeks into the room, against window panes that refract light, against dark skin and ivory scales, against the image of a woman curled against the window, an ephemeral being left adrift in the night. It's silent, serene, this fleeting moment that comes before the cast of dusk. Surrounded by the shadows that stretch across the floor, that wrap her in their delicate embrace, staring at the setting sun as it sets just over the mountains in the distance. It's beautiful, she thinks. Comforting, in a way, to lose herself in the moment like this. Staring at the sun if only to distract herself from the turmoil echoing within her. The exhaustion. The tension. The feeling of something wretched waiting to break through. She could almost laugh, she thinks, except she has little to no fervor for it. There's no better term though, is there? She thinks as she curls a little further back into herself, her knees pressed into her chest, her eyes gazing listlessly outside the window, enervated and tired. It's beautiful, she thinks again as her eyes drift closed. Serene. Peaceful. Haunting. How fitting is it that he would find her here. #ffxiv #fanfiction #fanfic #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic #wolemet

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The lord of the sun, I would seek his favor. Pray speak, I beseech thee, tell me: where is he? Where do you think? Chasing his beloved across the skies again. From dusk to dawn, and on, and on. So the tales would rings in the realm beyond—statements so familiar to the tongue that one wonders how this can still be asked. For of course the sun would chase the moon, tis a constancy in absolute sync, a permanence thus borne from the dawn of the very first day. You see, it is a fact immutable, as much as it is cyclical; a certainty written into the very boundary of creation. How the bards themselves would spin the myths, to claim that the sun and moon could never be together, always too far apart, they say, yet never a moment where they can ever stray too far. The gods will tell you this is truth. The mortals themselves need no convincing; it is written into the laws of the very earth. Yet fate is never quite so cruel, and one should never doubt the intensity to which a gods love can yearn. #ffxiv #ffxivfanfic #ffxivwriters #wolgraha #wolraha

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#thancredwol #wolthancred #wolcred #ffxiv #ffxivfanfic #ffxivwriters Comm Snippet ( @blackbeaking ) F!WoL/Thancred New Just now Show less for the lovely cici 💞💞 hoping i can drop off the full piece into your arms soon!! "I hope you do not intend to spend the rest of the evening moping like this." "I am not moping." A most definitive response by all means, that would be so much more convincing, of course, if it wasn't such an absolute lie. For the man was moping, into his tankard, of all things. Staring down into its depths as though it had the answer to a particularly complicated world-ending event that had stumped him for years. To those who did not know him better, perhaps indeed it was. For those who did know, however, he just looked—not much of a nicer term for it—but the word pathetic came to mind. Of course, no one had to outright say it for him to believe it.

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