close angle of sidurgu taking a drink with a text post by halcycone-of-the-sea over it that says “What do you mean the big, emotionally-stoic man didn't tell you he loved you?? His eyes literally went soft when he glanced your way??”

wrensid embracing closely, foreheads touching and wren’s armored hand holding sidurgu’s horn with a text post by tvlandofficiall layered over it that says “i am a firm believer in the sicko4sicko relationship. characters who are obsessed with one another not in spite of, but because of, whatever bizzare or offputting or unusual things they've got going on. guys who look at each other and go "you're the only motherfucker in this city that can handle me" and they're probably right too. rivalries romances obsessions built on mutual hate undefined Close Companions. any sort of Thing. sicko4sicko”

i love to make everything about them

#wrensid

wren seated in sidurgu’s lap in their bed in the forgotten knight. he reclines, moaning as he holds her, her arm on his shoulder. he’s looking at her face, while she’s looking up, toward the window

another pose of the same scene. taken from a high angle to show wren holding herself up with her hands on sidurgu’s chest as he lies down, bead thrown back and one hand on her waist.

deep in my bones i can feel you / take me back to a time when only we knew — hideaway♥️

#wrensid #wrensfw (riding)

sunset leaking in through a window in cloud nine as sidurgu buries his face into the side of wren’s neck. wren, cradling his head in one hand, looks directly at the camera neutrally with one eyebrow slightly raised.

fingertips drip down my spine, cruel desire, danger in our consequence / you look my way and i lose my—

#wrensid

wren, my femra with black and white scales, smiling, open-mouthed as blood smears below her red lips. she’s holding sidurgu’s arm as he offers her his bicep, his other hand holding her horn, which pierces his palm, leaving blood to pool there, too.

the sweetest sanguine lullaby💋

#wrensid

against the backdrop of ishgard’s outer walls at night, sidurgu kneels in front of my oc, a femra. his hands join around the back of her thigh, one of her daggers in his hand, and her visible hand holds his horn as he stares up at her. she has additional daggers in her garter and greaves, parts of her silver and white outfit.

carve it in stone,
so the story survives🗡️

#wrensid

wren, dressed in black armor, and sidurgu, dressed in dark silver armor, sit in large red armchairs surrounded by red brightlilies. their swords lean on the arms of their chairs, meeting at their hilts even as the characters face away from each other.

⚔️♥️

#wrensid

in a dark environment, a red chair is barely visible. sidurgu sits in it, leaning forward to wrap his arm around wren’s (a femra with black and white scales) thigh. they’re both wearing dark formal wear, and she stands in front of him, one gloved hand resting on his shoulder as red light highlights her back.

in the same area, sidurgu leans back on his hands with wren in his lap, her arms over his shoulders and their faces close

scarlet delirium♥️🗡️

#wrensid

a gpose taken outside the forgotten knight of wren, seated on a stack of stone blocks, looking up at sidurgu as he cups her face. the camera's angle is mostly over his shoulder, obscuring his profile with his long hair. wren is wearing an outfit that leaves one shoulder bare but covers her neck in a deep red scarf that matches the tips of sidurgu's horns. her lips, a similar shade of red, are slightly parted.

outside the knight❤️

#wrensid

irie (a xaela woman with dark red hair and golden jewelry) and wren (a grey-haired woman with black and white scales) standing next to each other in formal gowns, backlit by the night sky. wren, on the left, wears red and watches irie’s face as irie, on the right, turns to her slightly in her light purple gown.

wren and irie peek around the corner of a stone building covered in ivy to see their partners on the other side. sidurgu stands with his back to the wall, face obscured though he appears to be paying attention to something zero says as they look up at him. both wear clothing slightly more formal than their usual attire.

on either side of a stone pillar, the couples stand. on the left, irie’s back is against the pillar, and she rests one arm over zero’s shoulder as she gazes at them. they’re reaching for irie’s hair with one hand, and the other rests on irie’s back, where her scales are visible. on the right, sidurgu, who has one arm braced on the pillar, leans down slightly and reaches for wren’s chin as she smiles up at him.

dearest gentle reader…✨

with my lovely @mischiefmilly.bsky.social

#iriewren | #iriezero | #wrensid

a close-cropped photo of sidurgu standing, naked with his legs spread slightly as wren leans into his hip, dragging a few fingers through the slit where he’s sheathed. one of his arms crosses her back to rest above her tail as she teases him.

another image, taken further out, revealing that wren is wearing a black tank top and shorts as she stands between sidurgu’s legs while he takes himself in hand, now unsheathed. one arm wraps around her thighs, and her arm rests behind him as he looks up at her, level with her breasts

pull you closer to my skin

#wrensid #wrensfw

wren and sidurgu stand in front of one of ishgard’s stone walls as the light breaks through, casting them in golden light, though it remains austere. clad in armor, they stand with wren’s back against sidurgu’s chest and deathbringer in front of them both, with both their right hands on the hilt. wren’s other arm reaches up, her hand on the nape of sidurgu’s neck. his other hand rests on another part of deathbringer.

even in the daylight

#wrensid

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide / all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign

#wrensid

my wol, wren (a femra with black and white scales), and sidurgu sit on a bed in the forgotten knight. neither of their faces are visible, but they’re turned toward each other. both appearing deep in thought. sidurgu sits on the edge of the mattress while wren is further back, the only point of touch between them one of his hands on her calf, tucked behind her knee. sidurgu wears a red pair of pajama pants, while wren wears a white camisole and black underwear.

still seemed on the edge of the mattress, sidurgu now has both legs pulled up, and wren sits in his lap to rest her head and one hand on his chest

your heart is the only place i call home🩶

#wrensid

sidurgu and wren sitting on the stairs below the forgotten knight. he’s just lit a blunt for her, and she stares down at him, her tail loosely places over his greatsword where it rests on a few stairs.

💨

#wrensid

another three images, this time laid on top of each other so that you cannot see the entirety of any image but the last. in the first, wren’s silver and green eyes sparkle as her lips part. in the second, sidurgu still sips from his drink, but from a much closer angle. in the last, a lantern burns in the foreground. in the back, both characters’ swords lay against each other, propped up by a banister. wren’s bird companion flies in the air behind them. sidurgu is now holding wren, with her legs around his hips, but all you can see is his arm and her back and thigh.

you’re too sweet for me💋

#wrensid | (2/2)

three gposes places beside each other. on the left, sidurgu, an au ra with long silver hair wearing armor, sips from a whiskey glass. in the top right, the doors to the forgotten knight open, revealing the street at night. in the bottom right, wren, an au ra with grey hair and wearing leathers, stands on the stairs, looking down at sidurgu in the distance.

i think i’ll take my whiskey neat🥃

#wrensid | (1/2)

the #wrensid ships are kaz/inej and raihn/oraya and i need to lie down

a gpose of wren seated on a table, reaching for sidurgu's chin. one of his arms is in the foreground, bandaged. there's a fic summary also included, which reads: She doesn't bother to protest — there's little reason to call him back to bed unless she means to dress his wound or tend to whatever need had arisen while she'd procured supplies. It would be unwise. They work well together. The arrangement needs complications precisely as much as she needs another ill-timed vision from the echo. As a consequence of sharing a room, Wren and Sidurgu catch each other in a compromising situation.

i'll be your daydream

sidurgu orl/specific warrior of light
explicit | one-shot | complete

#gardensfic | #wrensid | #xivfic

wren, a femra with black and white scales, lying on her back, one arm overhead. her other hand rests on sidurgu’s (an au ra with long silver hair) head. his jaw hovers over her stomach as he wraps his arms around her, one hand holding her hip while the other grips her thigh. the image is very dim, with their point of connection being the brightest part of the shot

sidurgu now holding wren on his lap, one hand splayed over her ass as she nibbles on the thumb of his other hand, looking quite pleased with herself. he’s shirtless, and she’s wearing a dark red tank top with white straps slipping down her shoulders

i got so fucking romantic, i apologize

#wrensid | #wrensfw

sidurgu and wren lie in bed naked, their bodies arranged as though spooning, but sidurgu reaches between wren’s thighs. she’s turned her face slightly into the mattress, face on her hands, as he props himself on an elbow behind her

sidurgu now between wren’s splayed thighs as she lies on her back, legs around his hips. he holds her face carefully, thumb resting gently on her horn as he leans down to kiss her.

oh you’re stunning
but let me know that i’m worth the attention

#wrensid #wrensfw

sidurgu holding my wol, wren, against a door in the forgotten knight. their states of undress are mostly hidden by the camera focusing on the lantern in the foreground, which obscures sidurgu’s body as he holds her close, her legs crossed around her hips and their tails entwined

a closeup of wren looking into sidurgu’s face with her hand at the name of his neck

burning up, you lit the fire

#wrensid | #wrensfw

Summary: Sidurgu is already looking at her. He says nothing, of course, and wears an expression Wren cannot read. That damned arrangement of his features hiding whatever he’s thinking, that damned cuirass concealing whatever wounds he’s sustained, not just today, but almost every day up to this night. She looks away, studying the shadow her mug casts on the journal next to it. Perhaps she should just make more tea. She never knows whether Sidurgu likes it, but he always accepts a cup when offered.

three years ago, i posted a fic on christmas. the gift? wren finally got her wolship, and i got, well, everything since.

happy starlight, firelight.

firelight calling off the abyss
sidurgu/wren | explicit | oneshot

#gardensfic | #wrensid

wren stands in foundation in a white top with a silver corset, her hair mostly down. sidurgu sits on a stone fountain, embracing her at the hip, his face mostly obscured as he turns his face into her. golden light spills through the area, catching on their armor and hair.

in the same area, sidurgu sits with wren tucked against his chest, her head beneath his hand. he appears lost in though while she looks up at him, smiling softly, her own hand on her cheek.

you know me so well (but you love me better)

#wrensid

sidurgu embracing wren, his face coming close to her neck as she wraps her thighs around him, hand on his shoulder. his visible hand supports her back. he is shirtless while she wears green velvet sleepwear with ribbons that fall down her arms.

sidurgu, pictured from the back, now holding wren’s wrists above her head as she gazes up at him

going under this time

#wrensid

wren and sidurgu standing at the edge of falcon’s nest, backs to a snowy sky. they both wear armor, greatswords poised over the same shoulder. sidurgu, in the back and on the right, looks right, while wren looks forward and left

in the same place, sidurgu angles his blade near the ground, his free arm extended. wren holds her blade behind her, looking over her shoulder, effectively making an X with their bodies and blades

yet in reverse you are all my symmetry / a parallel i would lay my life on⚔️

#wrensid

wren seated on sidurgu’s face, leaning back and leaning on her hands as their tails entwine. they’re in bed, and sunlight streams in through the window behind them as backlighting

now holding wren against the window, sidurgu legs wren tilt her head dramatically as he supports her thighs. wren has her legs wrapped around his waist and hips, and her eyes are bright where she peers over his shoulder. very little of her body is visible.

an abundance of sun-soaked afternoons✨

#wrensid #wrensfw

wren, wearing bodysuit that leaves her legs bare, sits on a tabletop scattered with books and a lantern. sidurgu sits in front of her, one arm extended to make space for her, watching her as she tilts his chin

❤️ #wrensid

three images of my oc, a femra with black and white scales and long grey hair, reading a book in a cozy cabin, wearing pajamas. she leans on her kitchen counter, looking entranced before glancing up, lips parted

two images of the same character, now dressed in armor, being pressed against a wall and kissed by a tall manra wearing a set of armor with his hair tied up. in one image, he leans in close, hiking up her thigh, and in the next, his shoulders and head are covering most of her upper body. notably, the book she was reading is dangling limply from her hand, forgotten

wren, back in her cabin, holding her book tight to her chest, eyes wide with surprise, blushing

thinking of you❤️

#wrensid

wren and sidurgu embracing in front of the stone fireplace in their inn room, an apple caught between their open mouths. he is mostly topless, though a strap crosses his back and he has some bandages wrapped around his arm. wren is wearing an armored top with red fabric. notably, their hands are bare. both their faces are mostly obscured by hair

what would i share with you?
oh, everything

#wrensid

daylight streaming through cloud nine’s window harshly backlights wren and sidurgu. mostly in shadow, they embrace, her head on his shoulder and his face pressed to her horn. wren’s back is to the viewer. she is naked with her hair tied into a bun, and sidurgu is fully armored, his gauntlets laying flat against her shoulder blades like wings. his eyes are closed, and her tail is wrapping around them to anchor their hips.

his heart was a stone / but then his hands roam

#wrensid