#ff14 x reader

[freyito]

ʜᴏᴀʀᴅᴇʀ

✭ pairing(s): estinien varlineau x gn reader

★inspo: something my friend said that STUCK stuck so HARD

✩ in which: dragons tend to hoard the things most precious to them.

✧ a/n: need to get this out of my system okay. i need to. i promise you there's a luocha fic and like more fics up i PINKY PROMMY. i wanna write so bad but ffxiv also has me by the neck

🗒 cw: gn reader, he's just jelly (but not like yandere... he's silly), ENDWALKER SPOILERS, short n sweet, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.6k

Estinien is a jealous man. It is not something you can genuinely tell, seeing as he plays it off. But inside, he’s pouting and crossing his arms, sometimes even imagining him whisking you off. He is the most calm and collected man you know, blunt in almost all aspects. Unafraid to speak the truth, except when it comes to you.

He himself has noticed the changes with his behavior, as small as they may be, ever since he had ‘absorbed’ Niddhogg. When he fell for you, he had felt so oddly attracted to you, a constant pull that lured him in closer, and closer. One that he did his best to ignore, but clearly couldn’t, given the current day, and that shiny ring on your finger.

Regardless of your known status, Estinien cannot help but be jealous. The gods themselves could dote on you and he would still pout like a little kid. He would give them the dirtiest of looks, but turn his head away and act painfully unaware of what he was doing if you looked his way. But over the better part of a year, you’ve learned to read his tells. His voice deepens ever so slightly, his eyebrows furrow, and he’ll adamantly deny the fact that he was jealous. Which, obviously, does nothing to hide his lie. A man of his standing? The Azure Dragoon? Jealous? No, no. He isn’t, he could never be jealous.

And yet, here he is, doing his best not to show any outward signs of jealousy. While you were seated with your friends at the Last Stand, with Estinien brooding nearby. He wasn’t stalking you, in fact, you had enthusiastically invited him. But he chose to stay away, grumbling about protection or something of the sort. Which would seem right of him, given that he had just returned from saving the world. But you knew full well that that wasn’t the case. You were meeting up with friends, to enjoy a comforting meal after believing you were to witness the end of the life you’ve known.

You can almost hear his grumbling and ranting in his head, as you chat and laugh with your friends. It felt lighter, something that had been devoid in the days that had been past. You had been worried sick about Estinien and the Scions, traveling to the edges of the universe was something that felt unfathomable. And to know that Estinien was willingly going on such a venture, it was horrifying. So, when he came back alive and well, you were more than relieved. And it was clear he had worried about you, too. Though he would never tell the scions that, he wouldn’t even admit that he was worried sick about you. Not only is he a jealous bastard, but a stubborn one, too.

However, that does not mean he didn’t show you how much he missed you. The night he returned, all he did was hold you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Barely any words were shared, and any time you shifted underneath him, to simply reach for a blanket or stretch your legs out, he pulled you impossibly closer with a soft huff. To see him being all moody in the corner of your eye while you catch up with friends after the night before… you couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

You can practically read his inner thoughts. ‘Why do they get so close?’, ‘Why do they get to take up their time?’, and you know you’ll remedy his jealousy so easily in a couple more hours. It’s not like he couldn’t sit down with you, but he wasn’t much for PDA either. So watching (and pouting) from a distance was all he chose to do. And you respected it, no matter how silly you thought it to be.

“I missed you,” Estinien grumbles as his hand finds yours, quick to pull you away and towards the Baldesion Annex, fidgeting with your fingers as he does so. His tone is almost mournful, but you know he’s being dramatic. Only with you. “Let’s take a break. I want time with you, and you alone.”

He speaks as if he was really engaging with you and your friends. You can’t help but smile at his clinginess, something that was, again, only shown towards you. Yet he had grown out of his shell over the past couple of years as well, you knew that. Especially when he joined the Scions on their little… adventure. You had never seen him so energetic, normally he was just dark and moody. But he started to smile more, even try and joke, and it was comforting to see. You had found friends with the scions as well, Y’shtola mainly since she had the most sensible tastes out of everyone. The girl-talk with her was amazing, and you had learned things you never even thought of before. Simply the talk of reflections and calamities was enough to make your head spin. But it did boost your ego to know that you had made sense of certain things without being directly in the fight, while your fiancé could barely make heads or tails of it.

You lose yourself in your thoughts, mind bringing back more and more memories, delightful as they were. Before he had left, he had proposed, something you had never thought he would’ve done in a million years. But his proposal was sappy, sentimental, and you swore you caught tears in his eyes. Thinking back on it, it felt almost outlandish. The former Azure Dragoon, knelt before you, rambling on about how much you’ve changed him, his outlook on life, and all he would do for you (which was nothing short of everything).

Before you can dig too deep into your memories or perhaps even shed a tear, Estinien’s pulled you back so easily, pulling your hand up to his face and placing a kiss to your palm. How quick he was to take up a room, yet so calm, he was practically desperate for more attention. Your attention. And he plans on savoring every second he has with you.

It only strikes you as he leads you to the bed. He’s hoarding you. Every bit of jealousy and possessiveness is a part of the shadow of Niddhogg, or whatever is left of it. Estinien he may be, but there were still remnants of a great wyrm in his body, one that tends to keep the most precious things close. You can’t help but be stunned by this revelation, while you could understand different timelines, for years you had wondered just why he could be so possessive with you. Like a dragon from a children’s tale, and it’s pile of gold, you are his charge. Or more simply put: you are the apple of his eye.

He holds you so very close, as he did the night before, lips ghosting against your neck. His breathing is even, deep and measured, his hands settled on your waist. If you were to ask him if he enjoyed spending his time like this, he'd adamantly deny it, saying he prefers training over… cuddling. Such a childish thing, he would say, wave it off, and shake his head. But, of course, actions speak louder than words. He loves you, after all he had been through and seen, he just had the sudden urge to be by you, to feel your skin against his, feel your hands in his hair (which is his favorite feeling, to be cared for, the tender touch of a lover. But he would never admit that), and whisper sweet nothings to you.

Emboldened by his trust in his comrades, Estinien had faced the end of the world head on. And yet, beforehand, there was an uncommon fear, one he could not shake. Farbeit for him to be afraid. But when faced with the Ragnarok, there was a voice in his head screaming at him to turn back. You were in his every thought as he pushed on, worried that your look of concern would be the last thing he ever saw on his face. He had never been scared of death, far from it. That was how life went, if he were to die in his service, to Ishgard, to the Scions, anywhere, then he had no complaints. But suddenly, he couldn’t stand the thought of dying. And every step he took when they ended up in Ultima Thule was a defiant one. He had promised you that he would come back to see the life you two could build with each other, and he was not one to break promises.

Every act he had done since he returned was part of that promise, his jealous brooding included. There was more to living than just living, and that reason was you. He reminded himself of that, and in turn, tightened his arms around you with a soft huff. You could poke fun at him and his jealousy, that you have him wrapped around your finger, scold him for his spending habits, and he’d still want nothing more than to curl up in your arms at the end of the day.

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[snakegorl212006]

Zenos headcanons pt 2

Him as a yandere

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-I think there’s barely a difference between him as a yandere and when he’s not a yandere -but i would say. Everything he does is now intensified by 10000+% -let me explain -he’s already a possessive person and doesn't like anyone around you but now he’s in yandere mode you’re not allowed to hang out with anyone -he also becomes more murderous -if anyone ,besides himself and whoever he trust(if that’s even possible), will die or be threatened with their lives -he wants no competition once so ever -he’s one of those sadistic types of yandere -he wouldn't hurt you on purpose but absolutely LOVE when he’s S/o tries to escape and think they/he/she’ll get far -he would personally hunt you himself though all of Eorzea and beyond -once he catches you he would lock you up for a long time -he wouldn't lock you in a cell he’ll most likely lock you in his room -he’ll view you as a prized gem and would never fight you if you’re weak or frail -if you can fight and have good combat skills he would fight you until you fall or submit -this would be another punishment for escaping him -other then that he would treat you like a GOD -you want something he’ll get it for you -if you want to train with him he’ll make time -if you want to take a walk. As long as nobody looks in your direction sure -you’re his princess/prince/king/queen and everything in between -he would gift you with extravagant,or comfty if that's what you prefer he won’t judge, clothing and jewelry and make sure you’re the most prettiest/handsomest person in the room -you’re his pride and joy and if anyone takes you away. He’ll take away there life -that's not a promise that is fate  

[owlespresso]

mr meteor finalfantasy + 💋?

💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?

Short answer: yes and yes.

Meteor is a rough kisser. His outward demeanor is quiet, but he's relentless once he has you in his arms. His kisses have bite to them. He chews at the soft of your bottom lips, tongue pushing into your mouth, sweeping over each and every part of your waiting mouth. As a man regularly accustomed to contesting the powers of gods and empires each day, he likes to know he's alive, likes to feel the thrill of rough intimacy thrum between you both.

It makes what happens after all the sweeter. When all is said it done, when he's rolled you into the sheets and gorged himself on your warmth, he soothes your aches with calloused fingers and presses kisses across your shoulders, over the bruised span of your nap. He soothes your bruises and wraps his arms around your weary form, cradling you to his chest.

He would stay in bed for hours after, if you didn't desperately need water and a warm bath.

ask meme

[inkveined]

immortally wounded ➳ — (h.g. & a.b.)

PAIRING: haurchefant greystone x gender neutral!wol (ft. aymeric de borel x gender neutral!wol)

GENRE(S): angst, hurt no comfort, drabble

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

CONTENT WARNINGS: heavensward spoilers, major character death, implied suicide

A/N: ...so the vault huh

ao3 mirror

You should’ve died.

With your fists trembling at your sides, you throw your head back, baring your throat to the heavens. The ache in your beating heart does not hold a candle to the ache left behind by the anguished wail that claws its way out of your chest.

It should’ve been you.

The heavens make no indication of hearing you.

If only…

A half sob follows, then–

Anger.

It settles deep, a blooming that reaches the apex of your next sorrowful cry to the skies of Coerthas above. You vaguely wonder if he can hear you from Halone’s halls.

To have your other half torn asunder so suddenly leaves you broken, a lance having pierced you straight through your heart much like his shield.

If only you weren’t in the way.

Saltine tears drop from your glassy eyes into the snow below, his gravestone and shield doing little to comfort you. Resting your forehead against the cold surface of the slab of stone, you can feel your soul yearn for what you’ve lost. From what Aymeric had taken from you.

The anger seethes, burns, forming an unyielding grasp around your quivering frame. It was Aymeric that had indirectly orchestrated the downfall of your beloved, it was Aymeric that tore, tore, tore away at what you thought was the inseparable tie that had bound you once to your beloved.

The bastard laid in bed with you that evening. His apologetic kisses left nothing but disdain in their wake. But you couldn’t deny what Count Fortemps had seen in the young commander. An uncanny resemblance to your dear Haurchefant.

You wonder what cruel trick of fate this was.

Looking past the dark curls and striking dual blue hues, you saw what you had once fallen in love with. And that was precisely what kept you tethered to the sheets, fists twisted in them as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear with remorse in deep blues that reminded you all too much of him. You moan and keen, but naught was for the man above you, this he knew.

But that didn’t stop him from loving you.

And love you he did— he was every bit the picturesque lover, attentive, kind, endearing with a heart of blinding gold. Haurchefant was no different. You figure if you closed your eyes, you could fool yourself into loving a man that you had once came home to.

You knew this would hurt him, but that pain would be nothing compared to the one you felt when a hand you had traced the palm lines of and tenderly squeezed many times before grew cold and lifeless in your own.

—

The sun sets in Ishgard again, and with it, your eyes did for one last time.

It was Aymeric that had found you.

Your hair sprawled on the ground reminded him so much of that of an angel’s halo. Your peaceful countenance was no longer streaked with the tears Aymeric had time and time brushed away with the touch of a sinner seeking repentance.

For the second time that waning moon, he felt despair and ice filled his veins. His mouth parted to call your name, to shout, to do anything other than gawk and tremble like the fingers that cradled your face.

The Lord Commander was not often rendered speechless and shocked to the core. Your name eventually emerges as a questioning whisper from the churning depths of his stupor, and the color drains from his complexion.

No.

This couldn’t be…

But there you were. Silent, motionless. Unresponsive to his screams and shaking.

He checks for any hopeful sign of a pulse before burying his face into the crook of your neck, sobs wracking his body as incessant apologies interspersed with hiccups and tremors tumble out of his lips while his worst fears are confirmed.

Why?

The inquiry directed towards Hydaelyn echoes within his mind but there is no one to respond. His gloved fists crumple into your clothing.

Whywhywhy?

It wasn’t supposed to be this way…

Aymeric couldn’t fathom it, wrap his clever head around it. It’d be a lifetime before he’d glean an answer, he reckons.

He stands, holding your fragile, limp body bridal-style, his expression a tumultuous display of emotion.

A familiar, blonde-haired figure awaits him at the foot of the Pillars, the descent feeling like an eternity without you. When Lucia catches sight of your cold body nestled within warm arms, she stands with eyes wide and mouth agape, realization dawning on her sharp features.

Aymeric’s armored footfalls come to a standstill at the bottom step. He raises his gaze to meet his subordinate’s.

“The Warrior of Light is dead.”

–

There was a unanimous agreement that you should be buried next to your true lover you had loved in your waking moments. Both of you overlooked Coerthas as Aymeric kneels, eyes shut. A fresh bouquet of you and Haurchefant’s favorite flora lies betwixt your tombstones.

There was no well in all of Eorzea that would hold all the grief and guilt the knight harbored for both a fallen comrade and the light of his life.

But alas, he couldn’t very well give into his heartsickness when the Dragonsong War remained at large and Nidhogg’s vengeance and thirst for Ishgardian blood still posed a threat. It was a Temple Knight’s duty to soldier on and carry out the will of the dearly departed that had died for the cause that had once united them.

These wounds of his would never truly heal in full, immortally afflicted as he was, but it is with honor that he continues the fight in both of your names. Aymeric just wished Eorzea’s two brightest lights weren’t snuffed out so soon and that the dolor doesn’t succeed in pulling him under.

“Come, Lucia,” Aymeric calls out. She nods in response, waiting for the commander to lead the way before trailing after him. The trek back was one of silence, rumination, and regret.

Ishgard felt darker and colder in the Warrior of Light and the Silver Fuller’s absence, he thinks to himself.

[that1horsegurl]

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[dixidin]

One thing that will never not piss me off is people who make x reader content and when there's a really strong and intimidating character they ALWAYS MAKE THE READER SEEM WEAK AND DELICATE...

Like... SHUT THE FUCK UP I DO NOT WANT TO BE A HOUSEWIFE I WANT TO COME HOME COVERED IN BLOOD WITH MY F/O ALSO COVERED IN BLOOD!!

[memory-of-idle-musings]

Hi! May I request headcanons of: Since recently has been valentione's day event in ffxiv, how would G'raha tia, Erenville, Koana, Hades, Hythdolaues and Hermes react reader doing that "bouquet" emote where they kneel and offer bouquet of roses to them? (sorry if too many characters, wasn't sure what the limit was).

Wish granted!

Hello and thank you for being my first request here!!! The moment they added the bouquet emote to the game, my first thought was to immediately go play with it in gpose and give it to all the characters xD. So I feel you completely and I really enjoyed writing this. Anyway, here are some late Valentione's day headcanons. Hope you enjoy it!

⋆.˚┆Giving them a bouquet of roses reactions .

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﹒✶ | Summary:

How the characters would react to you kneeling down in front of them and giving them a bouquet of roses.

﹒✶ | Characters:

G'raha Tia, Erenville, Hades, Hythlodaeus

﹒✶ | Tags:

fluff, romance, slightly off-canon, gn!reader, pre-established romantic relationships, headcanons

﹒✶ | Trigger warnings:

None really! It's all mostly fluff and sweetness, with some mentions of insecurity and dismissal.

↪ ❥ G'raha tia:

I think that there's hardly any doubt that G'raha tia is not a sweet boy, a sweet friend and a sweet lover.

He cares very deeply for those closest to him, always trying his hardest to stay attuned to all of their wants, emotions and needs. Ready to lend a hand, to comfort and cover your back anytime the need may arise.

He's not perfect, of course, not that any of us are. But G'raha always makes sure to put a little extra care and affection into everything he does for you regardless. And contrary to most others, he does so without having any expectations, or asking for anything back in return.

So you can imagine his surprise when, one day, he sees you get down on one knee before him, and pull out a large, beautiful bouquet of blood-red roses.

The instant he realizes what is happening, his ears perk up, hands coming up to cover his mouth as a gasp escapes his open lips. The blush that appears on his face colors his cheeks almost as red as the bouquet of roses that he can't tear his gaze away from.

It would be an understatement to say that the poor boy had just exploded out of happiness.

The next breath he takes is quick, followed by a nervous laugh. And you had better make sure that he keeps on breathing deeply, otherwise you might have a passed-out catboy in your hands.

"M-my dear, what is the occasion that would make you give me this? O-oh? You just wanted to surprise me? I-"

His ears begin to wiggle as he sheepishly rubs his hands together in that typical G'raha manner that you have come to love.

Flowers? For him? Just out of sheer love and appreciation and gratitude? He struggles to comprehend why exactly he is worthy of such an adoring gesture from you, but that does not make him appreciate it any less.

Again, while he showers you with his undying love and affection regularly, he never asks for anything in return. And although he's glad that you would do the same for him, every gesture that you make to show him how much you care about him only makes him love and adore you more. If it's even possible at this point...

It takes a few minutes before his excitement levels calm down enough for him to be able to speak again. But once he does, he accepts the bouquet with repeated words of gratitude, wrapping his arms around you in a hug with a soft smile on his face.

He assures you that although he appreciates the kind gesture (and shall treasure it like his very life depends on it), you do not need to spoil, or go out of your way for him like this.

However, the soft smile on his face, the happy glimmer in his eyes and the remaining touch of pink color on his cheeks tells you that it was very much worth it.

↪ ❥ Erenville:

Your favorite gleaner was just getting done with his regular duties around Labyrinthos, unbothered by anything not related to documenting the new species that had been recently discovered and brought to Labyrinthos for further research and observation just today.

It was then that he noticed your familiar figure, leaning against a nearby pillar in the background, observing his movements like a silent guardian. He's not exactly surprised to see you appear here, as used as he is to you paying him these random visits. But he always feels glad when you do.

He begins walking toward you, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly when he notices you fiddling with something in your hands right behind your back. And he knows that whatever it is that you are hiding, mischief awaits.

"Y/n? Tis' good to see you here. What do you-"

He doesn't get to mutter another word before you get down on your knees, wiping out a bouquet of roses from behind you.

He stops dead in his tracks, surprise flashing across his features as his eyes fall on the bouquet. He remains stunned for a moment, gaze slowly straying toward your face as he signs, coming to understand what you were plotting earlier.

"Are these... For me?" he asks, his voice revealing some hints of disbelief, still unsure whether he truly understands what is happening correctly. He extends his hands, as if to reach for the flowers, but he doesn't actually take them until you nod, reassuring him that they indeed, are a gift for him.

Erenville may not look the part, but he is not exactly unused to receiving gifts, having been given many trinkets and obscure, albeit useful gadgets (and quite spoiled by his mother as a child) by his friends and acquaintances.

From you, however? This kind, lovely gesture takes on a whole new meaning.

He carefully takes the bouquet in his hands, observing the roses with a keen eye, as if searching for something in their midst. A mix of surprise and confusion still apparent on his face.

"These are Azeyma roses..." He remarks, eyes widening in what could only be described as unexpected wonder. "They are said to be the favorite flowers of the goddess, Azeyma. And they are only grown under very specific conditions, although they are often kept in residential districts for decoration."

He looks to you, eyes meeting as you approach him. "Quite an expensive matter to get your hands on. Are you certain these are for me?"

After you reassure him once more, his uncertain expression slowly relaxes, a smile appearing on his lips as it does.

It is not that he doesn't appreciate the gesture, quite the opposite, in fact—it makes his heart soar more than he thought possible, reluctant though he is to show it.

You feel a gentle touch of a hand on your arm, barely present, but impossible to ignore. When he leans in to press a long, warm kiss on your cheek.

"Thank you."

↪ ❥ Hades:

Ever an unapproachable loner, Emet-Selch, in those days still known as Hades, was a man that would not often place much importance on such surface-level gestures and acts of appreciation as gifting flowers was.

No, to him, such sentiments would take a better form in more intricate, more meaningful acts of service. More consistent showings of care and appreciation—and, true to his nature, more subtle, yet no less intense confessions of love.

It is not that he necessarily looked down on what could be considered more common, traditional expressions of affection. But it would be a lie to claim that his pride did not stand in the way of him being more open towards them. Distasteful and sappy, as he found them to be.

And I'm pretty sure that unexpected surprises were even more scorned by him than all the things I previously mentioned.

Still, you did not allow any of it to dissuade you, as you found yourself kneeling down in front of him, a bouquet of what could only be gorgeous roses held in your hands.

He managed to register what you were trying to do rather quickly, and although his face remained mostly motionless, it was hard—even for him—to mask the slight hint of surprise and confusion that had momentarily crossed his features.

His gaze kept jumping between you and the bouquet of roses in your hands. After a few quiet moments passed, he raised his brow and crossed his arms, all with an expression on his face that told you nothing of what he felt about any of this.

Then out of nowhere, there came a deep sigh and his hand came up to meet his forehead as he shook his head.

"Ah yes, a bouquet of roses... How utterly romantical," he says, his tone stern, yet not in any way condescending. "An expression of the love one holds in their heart for another in the form of a gift, plain, direct and mostly effortless, yet transient in nature. I had thought you above them..."

No matter your next reaction to his words, he uncrosses his arms and the corners of his mouth curl up into a slight, barely visible smile. "Then again, perhaps I should have foreseen this. How very like you, something so sentimental."

He doesn't show you, but—in his own way—he does appreciate the roses. But your actions leave him with questions he had not foreseen coming up until this point.

Why did you find it necessary to give him this? Did you think he did not know the extent of your feelings for him? That you were somehow lacking in showing him how much he truly mattered to you?

Would you wish he would do the same for you?

I like to think that Hades was often a difficult man to read, and an even more difficult man to please. But he also genuinely and deeply cared about those close to him and wouldn't allow them to be hurt by his words or, in this case, preferences, without a very good reason.

He takes the bouquet from you, only giving you a nod as a sign of his gratitude as you rise up to stand in front of him.

After a brief moment, his eyes search for yours, and when they finally meet, you notice within them a softness that was never there before.

The way he gazes into your eyes so deeply, the features on his face yielding entirely to the warmth in his heart, much more apparent than even you get to usually see.

He gazes at you with love.

"You do know that I adore you, do you not?"

↪ ❥ Hythlodaeus

While he can often seem rather casual and easy-going, I believe that Hythlodaeus is a rather troubled soul. He might not say it outright, but if you pay enough attention, you'll often find or see glimpses of this facade of his slipping.

Mentions of feelings of uselessness, being inadequate and not feeling confident enough in his abilities are all something that you know he feels deep down, no matter how well he manages to hide it most of the time.

Comfort him about them as you may, you will never manage to snuff out the whispers of doubt in his mind entirely. But you sure can dissuade them from plaguing him more than is already necessary, and showing him just how much you love him and how much joy his existence brings you is a great way to do just that!

So this smug, lovable and humble sweetheart appreciates any gestures or affections that you show him with the upmost gratefulness!

And the day you get down on one knee in front of him with a bouquet of roses in your hands is the day you sniff out many of these doubts.

Like the other three, his initial reaction is surprise; widened eyes, raised brows, silence interrupted only by a single gasp and an unstable posture as he leans forward and down to look at the roses more closely.

"Y/n? Are these for me? Aww, my sweet love, you did not have to..."

A smile spreads across his face of the kind which you don't see as often. An honest smile, of genuine love and admiration.

After mumbling a thank you, he took the bouquet from you with a smile, and you could swear you saw his cheeks flush, a faint, barely visible color, which he would never show you in fear of being poked fun at.

He does feel the urge to tease you, however. But he is simply much too touched by your actions to act on it.

"My, these are quite the specimens. You really went out of your way for me, did you not?" He chuckles, teasing you slightly. "But truly, thank you. The roses are a beautiful sight, yet they only pale in comparison to you."

He truly is grateful, truly humbled by your kindness and the fondness which you show him. He would do anything if it meant he gets to receive more of such affections from you, that he gets to stay by your side for now, and for forever.

And he shall treasure these flowers exactly how much he treasures you as well.

He leans in, planting a quick, yet passionate kiss to your lips. His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, and when your lips part, the expression he gives you makes you feel like you just fell in love with him all over again.

[0kurakura0]

How would Aymeric, Harcufuant, and Estinien would be with PDA

Aymeric

Aymeric would be the boyfriend/husband that would be comfortable with small kisses and hand holding

UGHHHH 😫 just Aymeric sitting at his desk and doing paper work and you coming around him and he garbs ahold of your hand and places a gentle kiss on your hand.

He would mostly knows when and where to show PDA

In meeting he will send small loving smiles and try to be near you as much as he can

Aymeric will most show signs of affection in public through hand holding, small kisses, hand on cheek, ex.

Can see Estinien there talking to Aymeric and you come by and Aymeric give you a small kiss on the cheek and Estinien is just there starring at y’all like “get a room”

Estinien

This man is straight up a tsundere

Estinien would just normally wrap his arm around your shoulder or place it on your head if you are a lot shorter than him

If you ask for and lean in for a kiss, he blushes like crazy, but in the end eventually just gives in and kisses back

He is definitely more of a cuddle and touchy person behind close doors and not much PDA but time to time he will show signs of affection in public here and there.

Harcufuant

OKAY, THIS MAN NEEDS TO GO STRAIGHT TO HONRY JAIL

I played this game in both Japanese and English, and oml this man straight up just asked to have sex

he definitely is the man to take any chance to have moments of PDA no matter what

can just see him at his station doing paperwork and you get back from carrying out some little mission and you come back with the reports back in hand as you hand it to him he grabs your wrist and pulls you down to kiss you either on the cheek and winks at you after say something cheeky like "why thank you".

[freyito]

𓇻ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

─ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙓𝙄𝙑

Estinien Varlineau

Hoarder

─ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙑𝙄𝙄

─ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙓𝙑𝙄

Clive Rosfield

Dogpile ⨟ "Nice Pillows" ⨟ Last Resort

Cidolfus Telamon

"Nice Pillows"

Hugo Kupka

"Nice Pillows"

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[snakegorl212006]

Random(short) Zenos Headcanons (pt 3)

-he seems like the type of person who cleans and sharpens his weapons when he gets the chance -most of his stuff is personally tailored because this man is both overly exaggeratedly tall and ticcc -i feel like he’s the type of person who would carry you on his shoulder -i don’t think he’s a overly clingy person but definitely hard to push him away -some times if he wants to he’ll pick you up by the hand and hold you like a hand bag,if you’re small enough -he seems like the type of person that would enjoy you doing his hair. -his would have you lay on top of him when he sleeps.it brings him comfort -noticeably will treat you much nicer than everyone else -he can become very calm around you -if anyone harms you is basically a deathwish -definitely a protective person -sometimes he just likes to stay quiet and listen to you rant -his love language would definitely be Quality time -being around you makes his day

[inkveined]

discord server interest check !!

hello pals this is a post to gauge interest in a wolship/npcwol/self insert/x reader server for the ffxiv community! just interact and reblog if you can for visibility that would be appreciated <3

[lowkeylaufeysons]

You and Caleb decide to start raiding in Final Fantasy XIV. He insists on playing a shield healer because of course.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐒 (𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄)

6/8 Static looking for shield healer (SGE preferred) and phys ranged (MCH preferred) or caster (BLM/PCT preferred) for fresh prog of the new ult. True North. DPS swap. Lazy Towers.

Caleb plays a shield healer, Sage to be precise, because of course he does. He's not content just with healing you from injuries but he's all about the possibility of preventing them in the first place. Sometimes, if the tank isn't paying attention, he puts Kardia on you instead. Thankfully, your static finds it endearing.

"I'll always be your guardian angel Pipsqueak," he winks at you cheerfully from across the desk as he rescues you just in time to avoid an AoE.

Caleb plays Sage (and Dark Knight) because of course. Support privilege means skipping roulette queues. It means filling up PFs more easily. It's a passive way to be even more helpful to you, and Caleb is all about efficiency. He calls Pepsis Pepsi, and thinks its funny. He basks in the way you look at him after his Healer LB3 saves the clear pull. He helps you practice your rotation during downtime. He always comes to raid night armed with extra food and pots for you.

Of course he plays support roles. He's been doing that since the two of you met.

Plus, don't the Sage weapons just happen to also look like wings?

A/N: Hi. I saw this post as I was crashing out from Caleb's limited myth trailer and I had to hammer this out. Sage is my favorite healer. I prefer Paladin (Xavier cough) for tank though. If you get the joke about MCH in savage/ult raiding, you're a real one. I did this one for me.

[lovehotelreservation]

I'll be bold and send this off anon! >:3 How about "300 years is a long time to make up for!!! How far will G'raha go?!!" Tags: marathon sex, piledriving (bonus optional tag: gay)

"You'll have to pardon me for my elation, my love. With how long it's been--away from you no less--gods, may we never be separated ever again!"

Upon his last gasped word, G'raha shuddered as his hands reinforced their grip on the back of your thighs, squeezing and keeping them spread wide apart while he proceeded on with hammering his cock deeply into your hole.

He stayed hunched above you, serving as the perfect anchor to keep you pinned to the floor upon your back. You happily maintained your position, your body's flexibility tested while it was made to bend beneath him.

With his hot sticky cum continuing to flood inside of you with every orgasm or trickle out and stream down along your ass before cascading down to the floor below, what was guaranteed was that this reunion wasn't going to be ending anytime soon.

[boringgothgamergirl]

So I started reading an interesting ff14 related fanfic (those are not easy to find) and since it’s quite long and interesting I thought I would share

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30165996

It’s mostly wol x thancred but the plot is interesting

[lazypotaters]

you ever go:🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢real life men🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

but then:💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💕 💓💗💞FINAL FANTASY XIV MEN💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💗💞💓💞💗💞💗💓💗💞💗💓💞💓💗💓💞💗💕💗

[inkveined]

could we perhaps get some headcanons for the ishgardian trio realizing the moment they fell for the reader/wol 👀👀👀

ishgardian trio ➳ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

A/N: ooh i love this request so much!! i hope these are to your liking dearest anon ♡

𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐘𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

it was in the way you sliced not only your foes but the way you sliced through the air as well when you were in battle

you may or may not worship halone but either way you were clearly bestowed the gift of combat prowess by her grace

when you’d have sparring matches together, estinien would never go easy on you as he finds that disrespectful but you knock the breath out of him physically and metaphorically whenever you win

there was a day where the practice match ended in you managing to get estinien’s back to fall atop the ground and you were pointing your weapon’s tip at him proudly from your standing position

“don’t tell me you’ve gone easy on me, wyrmblood,” you smirk

estinien stares up at you with wide eyes as he feels his heart skip a beat

but he quickly schools his elegant elezen features into his usual scowl

“of course not. who do you take me for?”

laughing, you help him up and he swears the contact between your hands ignited something within him, something different and incomparable to nidhogg’s rage that he felt all the time

he comes to find your laugh is like music to his ears

he also realizes he wants to hear more of the sound, and he uses that dry humor of his to elicit more of them from you from that day onwards which results in more small smiles from him

he’s doomed

𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄

when he wrote and poured his heart into the missive that would later grant you and the scions access to ishgard, he stopped at one point after going on a spiel about you in ink

he had unwittingly went on to sing your highest praises and much of it read like a love letter

it was during his reminiscing of your good deeds as he wrote did he realize the pure adoration and emotion he felt for you

haurchefant gets embarrassed by himself, a blush rising to his cheeks as he sets the paper aside to start anew

he was nervous such a prodigious hero as yourself would not return his feelings

not only that but he did not want to risk his father blabbering about the contents of the missive to you

later, he sees you that day and feels his stomach doing somersaults

you were just so radiant, bringing hope and happiness wherever you tread

“be still my beating heart…” he mumbles to himself before he approaches you with a smile

as usual, he was his jovial and enthusiastic, caring self

but if one were to look closely enough, the dead giveaway of his love for you was evident within his eyes as they’d crinkle at the corners with his genuine smiles

𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐋

he had always admired you from the moment he started following your expeditions and learning of your successes

but he never knew the extent of how deep his feelings ran for you as time had passed with working with you

it wasn’t until he invites you for a one-on-one dinner within the Borel manor

that evening he got to know you better, and the back and forth conversations you had over steak and wine did nothing but stoke the flames of his growing love

when the topic had shifted to romance, he felt heat circulating within his cheeks

the way you talked about your past lovers however, caused a different heat within him; one that bespoke of jealousy

it was an ugly feeling that twisted him on the inside, one he was not quite familiar with but nevertheless he hid it well

he had asked what you found attractive in a partner eventually totally for the sake of carrying conversation and not because he was curious to see if he was the warrior of light’s type nooooo

aymeric found himself comparing his likeness to your standards and it suddenly hit him with startling clarity mid-way through rejoicing internally that he shared your type’s physical attributes

uh oh

the concern on your face when he lets his mask slip for just a moment makes him fall even harder for you if anything

with his newfound revelation, he says nothing is amiss and diverts your attention towards sharing your experiences with beastmen

all the while he’s screaming inside