🌙 Heaven Is Not Fit To House A Love Like You And I 🛡️
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Urianger/Warrior of Light ( #JarekUri )
"They were going to lose. They were doing to die. He had to help them. All of them."
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/82537096 🔗
#Urianger #FFXIV #Wolianger #Woluri #XIVwriting #AO3
Remembered some #Urianger lore from Bloewyda’s encyclopaedia entry that made me really really really sad, so I decided to write about it at 1:30am, pls enjoy
#ffxiv #xivwriting
"Hah, I got you." Katsu smirked down at Estinien from where she straddled his abdomen, her hands resting on his chest. A chuckle reverberated in his throat at her words and his lips curled into a rueful smile. "Aye, that you did." "So, how does it feel getting your ass handed to you in the Tempe Knights' sparring hall?" "Quite demoralizing, considering you're half my size." Katsu's tail swished triumphantly. "Oh, I can't imagine how embarrassed you must be." "You have no idea, but," a devilish smirk of his own spread across Estinien's face. "I would feel better if you were to kiss me." Katsu leaned down to plant a tiny kiss to Estinien's lips, but he placed a hand on her cheek to prevent her from pulling back. "Not so fast," he mumbled, their lips still touching. "I need another one.” She giggled lightly against Estinien's mouth. "Are you flirting, Varlineau?" Estinien's smirk only widened in response. "Mmm, depends. Is it working?" Katsu placed another soft kiss on Estinien's lips before nipping at his lower one tantalizingly, coaxing a small moan out of him. "You know it always does, my love."
An old and random Katstinien drabble that’s too silly/cute NOT to share.
#katstinien | #wolstinien | #xivwriting
"We need to talk about Yulissa." Erenville's shoulders dropped the slightest bit, as such an upfront statement immediately upon the group's return to Tuliyollal from a rather heavy journey to Yak T'el was the last thing he had the spoons for. Nor was he expecting the source of it, as G'raha had remained in Old Sharlayan to assist the Students of Baldesion in Krile's absence. Or, at least, he thought he had. Following a moment of silence, the Shetona let out a sigh before acknowledging the shorter man. "You can tell me what you're doing here first before making demands. Don't tell me that you missed Aithne so much that you neglected your duties to rush to her side." G'raha's nostrils flared. "Certainly not. As a matter of fact, she has no idea I'm here. Rather, Krile summoned me before you guys departed for Yak T'el so Yulissa would have a familiar face during her time of need. And now with that settled, we really need to talk about her."
As I head to bed, have some cranky Erenville and Raha not putting up with his shit.
#xivwriting | #erenville | #grahatia
And added to her lore. Really, the dumbest scar ever.
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
"You're all rumbly right now and it's so cute." He only hummed lightly in acknowledgement as he placed a soft kiss on her lips, making her smile, but she then turned her attention to the burn scar on his right bicep and let out a sigh. "I still haven't forgiven myself for this," she admitted, leaning down to kiss the disfigured skin. G'raha, however, shook his head and placed a hand on her cheek. "Shush, my darling, you can't beat yourself up over something that happened years ago." "Raha, I lobbed a Fire spell at you." "When I approached you unnanounced to introduce myself, as I remember. We were both young and rather stupid at the time, so let's just leave it at that."
Aneraha’s first meeting in Sharlayan, folks.
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
Her uncharacteristic rambling caused him to chuckle and, taking a step toward her, placed a hand under her chin to tilt her face toward his. "Hey now, did I say I wouldn't?" Aithne was only capable of shaking her head quickly, clearly taken back by his actions, and another chuckle rumbled in G'raha's throat; he wrapped his tail around her waist, gently pushing her even closer to him so he could touch their foreheads together, and brushed his thumb against the corner of her mouth. "So, contrary to your assumption, I would be honored to bathe with you tonight," he breathed, so close now that his lips brushed against hers with each word. "Oh," she squeaked out, her face deeply flushed. G'raha only smiled and leaned up to kiss her forehead lightly. "Wonderful! Then without further ado, I'll draw the bath and then visit my room quickly to get myself some fresh clothes." "But I don't want you to leave," she grumbled, making him chuckle again. "I assure you, my love, I shall be gone no longer than a few moments. My room is right next door, remember." "Yeah, because of Sthola's insistence that we 'mend the rift'," Aithne mused.
While I speedrun SH2R to get these last few trophies, have some Aneraha being cute.
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
"Do you trust me?" Exarch's ears flattened against his skull at the, by this point, all too familiar voice that was a morbid combination of delectable honey and disdainful venom and he heaved a defeated sigh, glancing over his shoulder at the manifestation; they, without fail, always haunted him when he was alone, so while his uninvited guest was not unexpected, he was no too pleased by which one deigned to paid him a visit this time. He could only assume that the forlorn Drahn's nightmare, as he'd come to refer to them as, had appeared to him due to his afternoon of passion with Aithne, as he knew full well upon meeting the lovely Tanwen on the First that, given their similar names and personalities, she was that reflection's shard of his former lover on the Source, and this was a major reason that he was originally drawn to her. The pair had worked laboriously to protect the Crystarium from the constant onslaught of Sim Eaters-Tanwen being the one to urge him to adopt the orphaned Vii child that would become Lyna-but the creatures would ultimately lead to the Drahn's grisly death, which was sometime that he had yet to forgive himself for, and he suspected that her appearance today was motivated by some twisted form of jealousy at Aithne's sudden appearance in his life. "Given that your conveniently timed appearance reeks of a desperate attempt to get me to stop seeing Aithne, lest she suffer the same tragic fate as you, I refuse to trust you at all," Exarch spat at long last, his crimson eyes narrowed so thin they might have well have been closed. And, for once, he was met only with a deafening silence.
Posting this again by its lonesome, since I was a dumb-dumb and forgot about the other prompt. It takes place before the start of Shadowbringers.
CW: Implied Mental Illness
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #crystalexarch
"C'mon, chubby. Maybe it's time we pay Tataru a visit so she can feed you," she suggested, causing G'raha to narrow his eyes. "Hey now, 'tis not my fault that I need to eat more now that I'm no longer bound to the Crystal Tower," he protested. "Did I ever say that it was?" Aithne retorted as she pulled herself to her feet. "No, you did not," G'raha mumbled, pulling himself to his feet as well. "Besides, I think it's perfect for you. Flat bellies are no fun," she told him with a wink, making him blush again. "If you insist..." he mumbled, leaning down to gather their weapons. "Which, I do," she told him with a grin. "Really, you're completely perfect the way you are."
Slightly pudgy G’raha gives me life. 😌
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
"I promise, I'll be okay. However," his voice trailed off for a moment as he gathered his thoughts, “...I do fear that you'll fall into old habits, so to speak, while you're in Tural." "What!?" Aithne exclaimed, making G'raha recoil slightly. "That is not going to happen, Raha. I know I've made enough mistakes when it comes to us that I could spend multiple lifetimes making it all up to you, but trust me when I say, you are the one I want to be with." G'raha's heart turned to mush at the sincerity in her voice. "You really mean that," he said, his voice cracking. "Of course I do," she told him, nestling deeper into his side. "You mean so, so much to me." He squeezed her even tighter in response and buried his nose into her hair, sucking in a trembling breath. "You mean so very much to me as well, my dearest. You always have."
#wipwednesday?
Don’t mind if I do.
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
"Wonderful," G'raha said ahead of shutting his eyes and heaving a sigh. "I must admit, I'm going to miss you terribly when you're in Tural.” "I'm going to miss you, too," Aithne told him. "Which is why I wanted to spend today with you." "And I'm so very glad that you did," he said, tightening his arm around her so slightly. "Why don't you just come with us? I'm sure Wuk Lamat would benefit from your leadership experience, because let's be real, we both know she's nowhere near ready for such a role."
Ane telling G’raha like it is before DT.
#FFXIV | #aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
G'raha was on his way out of the Baldesion Annex when somebody gave him a playful shove, causing him to stumble the slightest bit. He gazed over his shoulder once he found his balance, fully expecting to see Alisaie, but was surprised to see Aithne instead. "By the Twelve, Ane! I thought you were Alisaie," he exclaimed. "Is something the matter?" "I should be asking you that. I had to hear from Krile that you were headed out for the day, which hurts a little because I thought we decided that communication was something we both had to work on." The indignant tone of her voice caused G'raha's ears to droop, since she was absolutely right, and he began fidgeting with his forearms awkwardly. "Ah, my apologies. Rest assured, sneaking around behind your back was not my intention. I simply figured that since you'd be preoccupied with preparing for your journey to Tural, I could check in on the Crystal Tower, as it's been some time since we've last been in Mor Dhona," he told her earnestly.
Pie’s cute Aneraha shots gave me a cute writing idea. ♥️💜
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #aneraha | #wolgraha
He then crushed his lips against hers in a heated kiss, wasting no time in dragging his tongue against her lips until she granted it access to her mouth. He greedily accepted this invitation and slipped his tongue into her mouth without hesitation, running it along the back of her lower lip. His chest vibrated with a silent chuckle when he felt her tremble at the sensation, but the tables were quick to turn when she slithered her tongue against his, coaxing a groan from him; it would seem that he also forgot about just how good the rough Seeker tongues felt during moments of passion. As their tongues started dancing together in a game of dominance, he snuck his crystallized hand down her chest and, cupping it around one of her small breasts, gave the mound a light squeeze. When this elicited a muffled shriek from Aithne, G'raha responded by squeezing it more firmly before rubbing his palm against the nipple, causing his lover to quiver viciously, and so he lowered his other hand to her other breast. After circling his entire hand around it and giving it a squeeze like before, he flicked both thumbs tantalizingly against the nipples and then began squishing her breasts while continuing to tease her nipples with his thumbs. The soft sounds coming from her were mesmerizing, as was the way she squirmed when he squeezed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. By this point, his full erection was straining unpleasantly against his smallclothes while throbbing irrepressibly for even the barest traces of friction, so he began ever so slightly thrusting his hips into her womanhood.
Aneraha are still going at it, btw. ✌🏻😌 (I was working on this while making that Anekoana joke, btw.)
#aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting | #afterdark | #nsfw
"Full glad am I to know that you don't take issues with my, ah, deformities," he said quietly. "Of course I don't, considering I'm covered in scars myself." His confidence thus raised, G'raha proceeded to slide the shorts beneath his robe off, leaving him only in his smallclothes with his erection plain as day through the thin fabric. Aithne released a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan upon seeing the obvious bulge, making his smirk return; so he dragged a hand seductively down his abdomen to his crotch and began putting on a show for her by fondling himself, his red eyes fixated on her all the while; it wasn't long before his little ploy caused her to let out a lengthy whine and shove a hand between her legs so she could touch herself as she watched, which in turn drew an annoyed click of the tongue from him as he stepped toward the bed. "Whoever said you could touch yourself, hm?"
I was playing with words while waiting for food. 🙂↕️
#FFXIV | #aneraha | #wolgraha
#xivwriting
Feeling nostalgic, so please check out this Aischon fic I wrote for wolderyk week last year.
archiveofourown.org/works/59328973
#xivwriting
"I see you're still quite the menace," he growled, making her giggle. "And you wouldn't have it any other way," she remarked. He responded by tangling a hand in her hair and pulling her in for another frenzied kiss, making her whimper into his mouth. He knotted his fingers tighter in her hair and gave it a sharp tug, which in turn drew another whimper from her, but wanting more from her as his patience waned, he deftly slid a hand between her legs; he pressed his palm firmly against her crotch, causing her to moan breathlessly into the kiss. His hips instinctively lurched forward at the sound, an animalistic snarl rumbling in his throat as he rose from his seat and stepped in front of her. He subsequently pushed her back roughly against the table, his hand all the while remaining planted against her womanhood, a shiver raking her slight frame as he began rubbing small circles into it.
I shall leave you with horny cats for the night.
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #aneraha | #wolgraha
The pair then drifted into silence as they ate, him watching Aithne through his peripheral vision all the while. By the gods, he had forgotten just how beautiful she was, owing to her brilliant white hair and striking lavender eyes; those features, along with her uncommon lionlike tail, were the reasons he was originally attracted to her. Of course, some things had changed since he last saw her, not least of which was a grotesque burn scar trailing the entire length of her right arm and stretching across her shoulder all the way up her neck. Though he longed to know the cause of such a severe injury, he dared not ask about it at the time, given the circumstances-not only had he been trying to conceal his identity from her, but she was completely nude. G'raha mentally pleaded for his body to behave as he felt his smallclothes tighten the slightest bit, urged on by the memory of Aithne's uncouth arrival on the First, before shoveling more food into his mouth. It would seem that a cold shower would be his first order of business upon leaving her apartment, as he was not about to jack off again. He took a glance between his legs and was mortified to see a protrusion just barely visible through his robes. Oh, was he in trouble, having not realized the exact state of his predicament.
I present: them.
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #aneraha | #wolgraha
"Ah, my sincerest apologies! I clearly wasn't thinking...I did not intend to…..mayhaps it would be for the best if I take my leave... G'raha's incessant babbling, however, was interrupted by Aithne grabbing a hold of his cloak and yanking him against her, reconnecting their lips in a bruising kiss. His ears sprung up in surprise, though he was quick to slide an arm around her waist as he met her kiss with equal passion; his other hand rested upon her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against the single stripe. A shiver went down his spine when he felt her tail wrap around his waist to nudge him even closer, thus prompting him to slide his hand from her cheek up to her ear and gingerly trace his crystallized fingers against the length of it, the contact making it twitch.
Right, I’ve been slowly writing Aneraha. 😌 Anexarch, more specifically. It will get steamy soon enough. ✌🏻😏
#FFXIV | #aneraha | #wolgraha | #xivwriting
Aymeric pushed a hand through his hair, his eyes inattentively locked on the ceiling. Recent events had left his mind muddled, disallowing him the luxury of sleep. The revelation about the Dragonsong War had led him to confront his father about it, who labeled him a heretic and had him thrown in jail. He soon learned, much to his dismay, that Valerie's fervent pleas for his release had apparently caught the attention of Ser Grinnaux, who had her imprisoned on charges of abetting a heretic. Though if she hadn't been there to protect him, chances were high that the Heavens' Ward may very well have thrown the Lord Commander off Witchdrop to his death to keep the truth hidden. Aymeric and Valerie's allies, much to the grace of Halone, were quick to rescue them. But the relief of liberation was short-lived, because they were then forced to witness as Haurchefant, in a desperate attempt to protect the Warrior of Light, was struck down by Ser Zephirin. Valerie, badly wounded from her abuse, was stricken with guilt about being unable to reach Zephirin before it was too late. She was then, at Aymeric's request, brought to the chirugeons by Lucia. For a rare blessing in this mess of a situation, it seemed that her injuries weren't quite as severe as his own, which was at least something of a relief. He couldn't fathom losing another friend to this pointless war, not on top of the emotional turmoil he was already faced with. For some reason, the idea of losing Valerie deeply frightened Aymeric, since her selfless protection of him at the jeopardy of her own wellbeing had awakened something within him in regards to her.
Started fooling with the wolmeric week prompts. (A little easier than horny Anecred at the moment.)
#FFXIV | #wolmeric | #xivwriting
I FOUND THE FEELS WHEEL
In case anyone needs it for writing/journaling, it's a pretty good reference!
#ffxivwriting #ffxivfanfic #xivwriting
Some light/funny rivalry between Haurchefant and Aymeric. Warrior is oblivious to most flirtation attempts. #wolmeric #xivwriting
As soon as the group stepped through the Gates of Judgement, Aithne gazed over her shoulder at Thancred. "Say, do you think the two of us can sneak off to Cloud Nine and do some catching up?" The implications of the question caused a chuckle to rumble in the aforenamed Hyur's throat, as he'd certainly noticed the way she was looking at him following his timely heroics in the Dravanian Forelands and he rather enjoyed the idea of some alone time with her. It had been far too long since he'd been able to satisfy his libido, afterall-even with the occasional wet dream about the Miqo'te during his time in the wilderness. "It seems, my dear Ane, that you read my mind," he told her with a smirk, making her tail swish. Y'Shtola, however, looked decidedly unimpressed. "Catching up, indeed," she commented dryly, a scowl present on her features.
Y’shtola is done with them, guys.
#xivwriting | #wolcred
LRT - I actually encourage everyone yo use the #xivwriting tag I started using with my own stuff. That way, we can find new stuff to read easier.
*slams this down* IT IS DONE. Way after Christmas, but still. Enjoy!
(Third time is the fucking charm, I swear. Ignore my tagging attempts. Having a case of the Mondays on a Tuesday, clearly.)
archiveofourown.org/works/61839349
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #wolderyk
Resharing this because I just took a minute to fix up the name.
#xivwriting | #wolcred
archiveofourown.org/works/61354657
Galina's shoulders and ears both dropped slightly and she released a defeated sigh. "I can't even give a definite answer. I liked it enough when I was young, but then the Garleans invaded my home and my mother was killed. I suppose that was likely the catalyst, since even when adventuring, it didn't quite have that same magic. And, once I joined the Forum, it just kind of turned into an unnecessary hassle, especially when the Final Days were approaching. My father's illness certainly doesn't help matters. Or, maybe I just find it childish. Who's to say?"
Everyone pls give Galka a whack upside her head for her Starlight dislike. Or a hug. Whatever floats your boat.
#FFXIV | #aisverse | #wolderyk | #xivwriting
Let’s try this again, since it could’ve been tagged better. But, here is dirty ARR Aiscred for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!
archiveofourown.org/works/61354657
#FFXIV | #xivwriting | #aiscred | #wolcred
