#urianger x reader

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Heyya! So I just started playing Ff14 again after a quite long time away from the game! So I was wondering if I could requests headcanons of the Scions dating a Dancer WoL, when the WoL surprises them with a dance they made just for them? I don't mean it to be something suggestive, but if that's what you wanna do then do whatever you wanna!

A/N: Welcome back to the game! Also don't worry, I never intended it to be suggestive! ^-^

When you dance for him, his cheeks are very red

not because it's bad or anything

just

you want to show just him your dance?

he is honored

your dance is so lovely

he malfunctions when you tell him that you made this dance just for him

he doesn't know what to say or think

if Alisaie or Estinien were here, they could put him back into normal mode

so for the time being, the poor boy is red and a statue

his face is the same shade as his hair

he is definitely studying your movements

he wants to burn the memory of your lovely dance into his mind

he tries to hide how nervous and lovestruck he feels, but his ears and tail gives him away

His mind melts when you say this dance is for him

He watches you carefully

you move with such elegance and grace

your movements seem to almost hypnotize him

if he was a dancer, he might've gotten up and joined you

perhaps you could show him a thing or two

isn't surprised when you tell him the dance is for him

"Of course is is. I can tell by how you look at me."

You want to show how a dance?

by all means, he'd love to see

his eyes never leave your figure

your moves are not seductive and yet he is seduced

his mind would wander to thought of you potentially dancing like this for others

he doesn't like it one bit

Thus he is ecstatic when you tell him

Oh? You want to dance for her?

Teases you about you being her personal and private dancer

she is more than happy to hear that this dance was for her

so this is what you've been working on for so long

she definitely can tell how hard you've worked on this dance

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Pixies - Urianger x WoL

Ugh I struggled so much writing the dialogue for him. Hence, not much dialogue and I left it quite short.

This one is a bit of a fem WoL who's shorter than Urianger, but anyone can read it really as it's not mentioned much.

Not requested

Words: 902

Fluff

Shadowbringers spoilers

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The pixies' games, while tiresome, were ultimately harmless. After navigating a series of enchantments and illusions, you and your comrades finally had enough of their endless games, resolving to calling upon your trusted pixie to finally lift the illusion.

Finally, you're able to navigate to the Bookman's Shelves. With each passing minute, you were becoming more nervous at the thought of seeing Urianger again, the wonderous true nature of Il Mheg, a welcome distraction.

"And here we are. I give you Urianger's humble abode." Thancred introduces a little dramatically. He went in and held the door open for you and Minfilia while also calling for the elven man.

As you walked in, the sight of him took your breath away. Gone were the heavy robes and scholarly attire you were accustomed to seeing him in. Instead, he wore garments that seemed to flow like water, the fabric shimmering in the warm light. His new attire left his muscular back exposed, revealing the taut, graceful lines of his frame. His silver hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face that seemed more ethereal than ever.

You stood still, basically gawking at the man, snapping out of it only when Thancred cleared his throat. You didn't know what you missed of the conversation as you realised Minfilia was gone, and they both had their attention on you now.

After unceremoniously collecting yourself, and a devious smirk from Thancred, Urianger proceeded to tell you his vision.

Some time later, you find yourself alone with Urianger. You have yet to look at the man in the eyes, never mind talking to him, you didn't trust your own voice in that moment. Stealing a glance where you last saw the elven, he now had his back on you, concentrated on a book he picked up.

Without thinking, as if in a trance, you slowly approached the elven, your eyes trying to memorise every part of his exposed skin and muscle. You reached out slowly, lightly grazing your fingers along his exposed skin.

Urianger tensed for a moment, then relaxed under your touch. "My lady?" he queried softly, turning slightly to look at you.

You pulled your hand back, flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... it's just, this is new." You proceed to point at all of him.

He chuckled, a deep, melodic sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Aye," he acknowledged with a gentle smile. "The pixies didst insist upon a change in attire, deeming mine old garb unsuitable for their realm."

For the second time that day, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You had always known Urianger as the reserved and enigmatic scholar, but here he stood, almost otherworldly in his beauty. You felt a strange shyness bubble up within you, a feeling you weren't accustomed to.

"They have a certain taste." You managed, trying to maintain your composure. "I've never seen you like this," you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper and eyes darting from him to the books behind. "It's... mesmerizing."

He turned fully to face you, his gaze intense yet gentle. "As art thou, Warrior of Light. Thy valour and heart shine brighter than any adornment."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you feel both exposed and cherished. You couldn't deny your feelings for the elven man any longer, having a crush on him from the moment you joined the Scions. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage. "Urianger, I've always admired you, but seeing you like this... it's different. It's like I'm seeing a part of you I never knew existed."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "We are all shaped by our experiences, by the places and people we encounter. This realm hath revealed facets of myself I had not known. As it hath for thee, I am sure."

You sat in silence for a moment, the connection between you palpable. The pixies, ever observant, seemed to fade into the background, granting you a rare moment of privacy.

"Urianger," you begin again, your voice trembling slightly, "I don't know what this means, but I... I feel drawn to you, more than ever." You didn't know why you finally confessed, it might have been the shock from his new attire, or the enchanting atmosphere, but you were glad you finally said it.

He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes never leaving yours, making you unable to look away from his. "Then let us explore this path together, my lady. For in this world of shadows and light, we need not walk alone."

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders, like with those simple words, he took away some of your burdens. With Urianger by your side, you felt more confident in foregoing the challenges in your journey.

You giggled and leaned up, grabbing his robes, making him slightly lean down so you could place a sweet kiss on his cheek. The interaction basically took away all the courage you had left, turning around right after and walking out to find Thancred or Minfilia.

Urianger brought his hand to his cheek where you had kissed him, a smile on his face. He could get used to this. The elven promised himself that the next time you two may find some peace alone together, he would return the favour and maybe more.

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FFXIV - Academic Rival AU (x reader)

Characters: Aymeric, Alphinaud, Urianger, G'raha Tia, Y'shtola

Tags: fluff, high school AU, academic rival AU, gn reader, miscommunication (g'raha's)

Warnings: since it's a high school AU, it's assumed that wol/reader is the same age as Alphinaud.

Word Count: 1336

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Aymeric

Mr. class president

Chess club leader as well?

You, meanwhile, are the captain of various sports teams

As well as boasting a more than stellar gpa

It ends up being a competition of who will have the better college application - him, or you?

Whenever the two of you meet, it feels as though sparks are flying

The two of you will share pleasantries, but make no mistake - the tension is thick.

For every competition he wins, you make sure to win a couple more. For every academic ribbon you earn, he’s right there behind you.

Haurchefant and Thancred secretly have an ongoing bet to see when the two of you will finally get together.

And as time goes on, more and more of your friends join in on this bet

It seems that the feelings between the two of you are obvious to everyone… but you.

Every stolen glance, every blush, every rant about the other - it was maddening to have to watch two idiots clearly in love avoid their feelings over an inconsequential rivalry.

It’s only after the two of you graduate and receive acceptance letters into the same college, both with full ride scholarships, that Aymeric nervously asks you out.

“I know that we were at odds in high school… but seeing as we’re both here and our rivalry has ended in a tie…”

“Would you like to grab coffee with me?”

Congrats to Alisaie, who won $20 from everyone in your friend group.

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Alphinaud

The two of you are fellow debate team members

…however, the two of you are constantly trying to one up each other.

Who will capture the attention of the audience?

Who will have a more airtight argument?

You were known for your iron logic. It was tough, if at all possible for others to oppose your arguments

Alphinaud was meanwhile known for capturing the hearts of his audience

Surely a formidable duo, if only the two of you could get along…

As the semester drags on, the big competition for your debate team inched nearer and nearer

With all your mock debates with Alphinaud, you felt like you had done all that you could for tomorrow’s event

But it felt like something was missing…

It was Alphinaud who approached you, wanting to go over strategies

Begrudgingly, the two of you recognized that the other could provide helpful tips

Alisaie gives her brother a knowing look as the two of you settle in with your laptops and coffee. He avoids her look with red cheeks.

He feels sick the morning of the competition. He’s so nervous!

But when he hears you say that he better not lose to anyone but you, he feels some semblance of peace, followed by determination for the day ahead of him.

To no one’s surprise, the two of you crush your competition, leaving your opponents floundering for words as you leave them behind in the dust

No, the real surprise is how loudly the two of you cheer for each other upon victory - how proud you are for Alphinaud and how proud he is of you.

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Urianger

You’re unsure of when or how the two of you started competing to see who could read more books in the library.

Perhaps it was that the two of you saw each other there everyday

Or the fact that Moenbryda and Y’shtola seem to constantly egg the two of you on

Little did the two of you know, the roegadyn and miqote were trying to get the two of you together, as they had been trying to do for the past four years.

Maybe this will be the year…

Urianger found himself exploring sections of the library he wouldn’t usually frequent in hopes of being in your presence just a little longer.

His puppy love felt silly to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop, especially if you kept looking at him with that soft smile of yours

If given the chance, he’d make a whole new library for you filled with poems and flower words detailing his feelings for you.

If someone were to find one of your names in a library book’s checkout card, it was near guaranteed that the other’s name would be just under it.

Your name became synonymous with his, and vice versa

But a competition that was never meant to be one in the first place will fall apart, have its lines blurred and crossed.

Moenbryda and Y’shtola receive their answer one day when they approach your usual reading spot, only to find the two of you lounging together in one of the library’s bean bags, books long forgotten in favor of sleep wrapped in each other’s embrace.

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G’raha Tia

Could the two of you really call it a rivalry?

As far as anyone could see, the two of you just had a string of unusual coincidences.

The exact same schedule, lunch spots near each other, both being on the Tennis team - you saw him every hour of every school day.

So then, was it coincidence that his heart eventually began beating faster when you were around?

G’raha felt like he was going to explode, constantly in your presence

So, like any healthy and sane person does, he begins to (try to) avoid you.

Unfortunately for him, it’s almost impossible to avoid someone who shares your whole schedule

Oh, and you definitely noticed what he was doing.

Had you done something to offend the miqote?

Slowly, your friendship morphed into avoiding the other, both of you running from your feelings

When I say that everyone is tired of the two of you making puppy eyes at each other when you think no one is looking

I mean EVERYONE

It’s the twins who eventually get fed up and decide to act on it, forcing the two of you to put the tennis equipment away together, just to get the two of you to talk.

The silence is deafening as the two of you awkwardly clean up

It’s when the two of you brush fingertips and he recoils like he’d been burned that you snap.

“Am I really that disgusting to you?” You question, frowning.

Upon recognition of what he’s done, G’raha scrambles for an explanation, but eventually sighs and gives in, telling you the truth, he’d always had a crush on you, and hoped it’d fade away with time.

News flash, his feelings only got worse

He sincerely apologizes, not expecting any reciprocation or forgiveness

And is shocked when you give a relieved giggle.

“I’ve always liked you too, idiot.”

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Y’shtola

Y’shtola was going to destroy you.

Well, perhaps that’s a bit too strong.

There was an internship available for fresh graduates under a well known researcher, and both you and Y’shtola were competing for a recommendation for said internship

Anyone who witnessed the two of you would admit that it’s a bit scary to watch the two of you interact.

As they say, an immovable object met an unstoppable force.

Even your teacher is a bit intimidated by whatever’s going on between the two of you, but given that they’re receiving help from the two of you, they’ll keep quiet about the fact that they can give you both the recommendation.

Though the two of you were at odds, it didn’t stop you both from completing your work together swiftly and without complaint.

You couldn’t help but feel as though Y’shtola enjoyed riling you up - but even as you tried to resist the temptation to reply to her, you failed every time

Luckily for Y’shtola, out of everyone she could have this silly competitive streak with, it was you. Oh, how cute you look when you’re upset, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed.

Upon the realization that both of you got the recommendation, an eerie silence entered the room.

All that competition for nothing?

How embarrassing.

And if anyone noticed the two of you walking to a coffee shop, hands entwined after this whole mess?

They’re better off not mentioning it.

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a/n - I apologize if I wrote anyone ooc hehe... I'm not used to writing for many characters so I just took em and ran (shrug)

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Thrust System - Trust System [6/7]

Summary: While delving into the depths of a dungeon, you wanted to be sure that your companions were people that you could trust and who would have your back.

In this case, they’d also have your ass too.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Thancred/G’raha/F!Reader/Urianger/Estinien

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What a journey it had been.

Not only within the maddened frenzy that led up to your time here at the Lunar Palace, but simply overall.

In the span of your adventure thus far–whether through hard-fought victory seized by your unwavering spirit or punishing failure that left you humbled and perhaps even scarred–you learned to adapt to any situation as necessary with the various abilities and skills you had attained and honed, whether on your own or under the wing of a mentor.

If you were going to keep your loved ones safe, this was absolutely crucial.

If Estinien needed to be healed while the others were busy squaring off with the foul creatures of a dungeon, you were ready to conjure Cure to salve his wounds.

If Thancred or G’raha needed more force to send a magitek monstrosity crumbling down, just a wave of your hand to call upon the power of the Ifrit was all you needed.

And it wasn’t to say that you were ill prepared to ever draw the ire of a vicious beast to mitigate its assault and attention away from Urianger while he gathered his magic to raise up a shield for your party.

You were quite handy with a sword and shield, in fact.

However, with no armor, no clothes, only time would soon tell and witness how you were going to withstand this encroaching and relentless barrage that was meant to target you and you alone.

Naked, weakened from being constantly subjected to the whims of your unorthodox prison, flushed and at a loss for breath–you could only do your best to cover your nude form with your hands while you inspected the faces of your dearest companions.

Merely phantoms drawn forth by the palace’s zealots, your giggling and mischievous phantom copies dissipated into the air the moment they set foot into the throne room after fulfilling their goal. A goal that was currently unbeknownst to you, but one that needed no further explanation.

With each step they took towards you, darkened eyes contrasting with the vibrant pink glow of their bracelets, having the four fully focused on your body as they drank in the sight of your present blushing distress made matters become increasingly clear:

One way or another, you were going to be taking on Thancred, G’raha, Urianger, and Estinien.

Considering you looked to be the most level-headed one out of everyone’s crazed states, you could have called each of them to reason, to snap out of their stupor and break free from the influence of the bracelets.

But how could you when your body was the most affected by the palace’s contraptions?

Your companions still had the strength to stand and step forward.

You were left on the floor, wondering and yearning for who would make the first move and finally relieve the ache that was possessing your body.

Would it be Thancred, with his once roguish Casanova ways stirring from slumber to leave you squirming beneath his teasing and experienced touch as he whispered utter filth into your ear before having you bear the might of his thrusts, now strengthened by his might and experience as a Gunbreaker?

With how poor G’raha was at hiding his feelings for you, it would be little surprise if he were to so much as pounce right at you to demonstrate his long-harbored yearning by flooding your core full with his seed.

As for Urianger, you were well aware that even he–with his impeccable grace and immeasurable patience–could only maintain his near saintly composure for so long before he would beseech to bury his face between your thighs.

And certainly not to be forgotten, Estinien deemed you as his partner for a reason and so it was certain that he would make sure that you remember how the shape of his cock would feel inside of you.

The answer as to who would be first and finally bring you relief was not coming fast enough, and thus, after gathering your thoughts, you finally spoke up at last, your voice soft yet heavy with need,

“Will you all help me?”

They replied all at once.

Armor clanked against the floor while a flurry of clothes soon joined, with hungry lips claiming yours and their hands meeting your body even faster.

The four surrounded you, crowding around where you were currently sitting on the floor of the throne room.

Knights to their majesty, disciples to their god–there was reason for this all to transpire within the center of the throne room of the once dignified and anointed Lunar Palace, which had witnessed decades upon decades of this very ritual across time with the likes of nobles, army commanders, to even more daring members of The Forum looking for thrills outside of scrolls and regulation.

Now, it was you and the men you loved with all your heart.

Your lips were claimed by G’raha’s in the neediest of kisses as his tongue was desperate to plunge into your mouth for a sample of your taste. For Estinien, he already had a handful of your breasts, groping your flesh and pinching at your nipples. 

Urianger was occupied with kissing along your neck while his fingers–ever experienced with flicking through the cards of his tarot deck–were preoccupied with feathering and circling over your clit. This worked in tandem with Thancred, who had damn near slid across the floor in order to plant his face right in-between your thighs, his experienced tongue dragging and stroking along your drooling core.

A bit of relief for the overwhelming ache that was wracking through your body, which–within your crumbling sense of mind–you sought to return the favor by bringing your hands to grasp at and caress G’raha’s and Urianger’s stiff cocks. And with the added attention of Estinien and Thancred amidst your overwhelmed state, between a few kisses, caresses and licks, it was not long until you were arching your back with a cry as you were brought to orgasm.

The first of many for this ritual.

Especially as Thancred did not hesitate to lift himself up off the ground to kneel before you instead, his fingers reaching for the base of his cock while he readied to slide his thick girth right into your core. A delighted hiss escaped him as he was quickly welcomed by hot, velvety tightness.

“Now this was worth sprinting all over this damn dungeon for.”

His arms wrapping tight around you, Thancred drew your body close against him as he quickly began to push into your core at a vigorous pace, stealing a kiss from your lips as he did so. At the same time, he proceeded to lift you up so he could be the one to lay on the ground instead, keeping you right on top of his toned and chiseled form instead.

With the pop of a bottled salve followed by heavy and heady breath, G’raha coated his dick as fully as he could with the thick and viscous solution, his ears perked and tail swirling with anticipation, all while his crimson eyes were trained on your backside, his heart fluttering at the idea of fantasy becoming reality. Of course, while his mind had long since succumbed to the influence of the Lunar Palace, he still was careful with applying the salve’s contents upon the tight ring of your asshole.

“If relief is what you need, then I gladly pledge to be used at your desire.”

He meant to be more thorough, but the helpless mewl for him to start fucking you from your lips had his mind going blank, his hands clutching at your hips, his lips seeking your neck, and his cock plunging right into your ass. By contrast to Thancred, the pace he began to work himself into was slower yet focused more on pushing in as deeply as he could, wanting nothing more than to savor this sensation, this moment of being one with you at long last.

And certainly, not and never to be left out, Urianger and Estinien were already standing close by, delighting in any kiss from your lips or strokes of your palm upon their dicks. While you were much too preoccupied with getting hammered into by your other companions, they were biding their time for their turn.

Because both were going to devastate you thoroughly.

Over and over, plunging in and out in tandem, it wasn’t long until both Thancred and G’raha were pouring their hot sticky cum inside your core and your ass–the former with a roared curse while the latter with a delighted hiss–as you squealed with your own orgasm.

You sagged right on Thancred’s chest, taking comfort for the touch of his hand stroking your side while G’raha kissed along your shoulder blades.

“Surely, your stamina can go a few more rounds, right partner?”

What you felt next was the warmth of G’raha’s body heat dissipating from behind as he withdrew out from you, just before you found yourself being carried and lifted to be sandwiched upright in-between Urianger and Estinien as they stood, with the former purring out,

“And rest assured, for all that we shalt subject thou to, I will dedicate mine spirit to healing your aches and satisfying your indulgences.”

Estinien’s hands were cradling your ass as he lowered you right onto his long, stiff cock, with Urianger sliding his dick into your core soon afterwards, the two in unison as they speared inside of you at a brisk rhythm.

You scrambled for more support, more contact, more touch. Your arms wrapped around Urianger’s neck as you drew him in for a kiss, which he was more than happy to oblige. Were it not for Estinien’s sturdy arms having hooked beneath your thighs both to help keep you up and to keep your legs parted and open for the two to freely pump their cocks in and out of you, you would have hugged around your darling scholar’s waist as well.

Regardless, you remained spoiled by the stark contrast between the two.

Lips ever so used to speaking in flowery elegance danced upon yours for kisses while teeth that once bore the fangs of draconic possession sought to leave bitten claim upon the side of your neck.

Soft and slender fingers that were more familiar with strumming through countless tomes sought to circle around and toy with your nipples whereas hands that were roughened by a life of harvest and battle continued to cup and grope your breasts.

Trapped in-between Urianger and Estinien as you were made to bounce on their cocks, a glance to the side had you witness Thancred and G’raha hungrily awaiting for your attention while both stroked along the length of their stiff dicks.

What had transpired thus far was merely a sampling.

The true feast was yet to come.

It was by this thought that your eyes rolled, your lips cried, your body trembled.

Right after this orgasm was when time began to blur in overwhelming euphoric delirium.

You could recall the sight of G’raha’s hand grasping at the back of yours as you remained on your hands and knees while he was positioned right behind you, a gasped chant of your name matching the hurried tempo of his thrusts as he continued to pump your core full with his seed without restraint.

At some point you found yourself in the middle yet again, kept standing by Thancred pounding away into you near endlessly from behind, his hands gripping your wrists with ease while your body sagged before him in pleasure all while your mouth was fed with the full length of Urianger’s dick as his fingers stroked through your hair as his breathless praises mingled with Thancred’s cheeky ones.

The sensation of Estinien’s lips smothering yours for kisses was practically etched onto your body, especially as he continued to have you bounce up and down his dick while you were seated on his lap, his hands guiding your pace as they fondled and squeezed your ass.

By this point, the lascivious clutch of the palace’s wicked influence had long since waned. What transpired now and onwards was simply the pursuit of pleasure, the fulfillment of instinct, and–most of all–the release of amorous feelings that had long been trapped away, obscured by a myriad of reasons. Your journey thus far brought you here to seek passage to the moon. Yet as you remained in the center between the four who made your adventure, your life that much more complete, you would only continue to see heaven and its stars over and over again.

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i was originally going to conclude everything on this chapter but i thought it was better to properly wrap things up by adding another piece--esp with how long this chapter had taken to finally be finished and posted ; v ; thank you so much for your patience and i hope to see you all for the conclusion!!!

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if you’re looking for requests, can i have urianger & reader on a beach date? 👙☀️ 🌊

Urianger & GN!Reader on a beach date HCs

T Rating

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It takes you a while to convince Urianger to the beach. He keeps coming up with excuse after excuse after excuse why he can't go

Finally he admits that he's a little ashamed that he can't swim and he doesn't want to ruin the day by not being comfortable getting in the water.

After plenty of love and assurances and promises, he agrees to go with you and just stay on the sand.

Urianger surprises you by wearing a pair of trunks and an open shirt.

He teases you about how attracted to him you seem to be but if you look closely there's a blush on his cheeks from your admiration.

He's very happy sitting on a towel with you, relaxing in the sun.

Of course he's brought a book but he assures you it is a work of fiction and not research. He even reads you some of it to prove his point. And to share the book with you.

When you decide you want to swim, he sets the book aside and watches you, admiring how comfortable you are in the water.

Urianger holds you as the sun starts to go down. Despite his initial uncertainty about a beach date, he now doesn't want it to end. So he holds you and kisses you and tries to distract you with more readings, with stories and with affection from how the temperature is starting to dip.

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A Cold Wind Blows

Warrior of Light x Urianger | Minor WoL x Haurchefant | Minor Urianger x Moenbryda

The Warrior of Light mourns the passing of a dear friend on the anniversary of his death. And subsequently opens their heart to another.

A cold wind blew through Ishgard as Eorzea’s champion wandered the streets of Ishgard somewhat forlornly. The anniversary of a dear friend’s untimely departure was coming up and it was all you could think about these days. Even as the bitter chill snapped at your ankles, bidding you to move quickly, a deep melancholy slowed your steps until you were liable to freeze solid.

All knew enough of your relationships to allow their hero time to visit the grave on the day of. But as much as you would have gladly spent a whole week there, you knew better than to shirk your duties for that long. So instead of reminiscing on your past love, you roamed the city your knight in shining armor had given his life to protect. Feeling lost and restless.

Eventually, even the bravest of heroes had to concede that frostbite cared not for status. So you made your way back to the Forgotten Knight. Sure you would always have lavish living quarters with House Fortemps if you asked. But in times like these, it would only encourage you to shut yourself off from the world.

The barkeep waves to you as you enter but one look at your somber expression was enough to remind him of the date. So he simply nods and hands you a room key. “I’ll let the scions know where to find you if they ask?” He says softly, half statement, half question.

You nod once in response. If your friends needed you, you’d put on a brave face. And in the meantime you’ll indulge yourself in some wallowing. It got easier all the time to remember him for the way he lived, not the way he died. But at this time of the year the wound always stung. And even Hydaelyn’s chosen was only mortal.

You’d hardly settled into staring out the window however, when there came a knock at the door. Well that was quick. It seems the universe is not on your side today and you wonder what threat you were to face this time. No matter, duty is duty. You open the door.

“I hope I’m not interrupting thy peace?” Oh, it’s Urianger.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you notice what Urianger held in his hands. Two mugs of hot chocolate, just like another fair-haired elezen so long ago. And to make matters worse, this particular elezen also had a bad habit of turning you into a flustered mess.

Why was he here now? Today of all days. When it was too confusing and too painful to sort out your feelings. When every heartbeat echoed twice, first with longing then with guilt. The mage or the knight, to whom do you turn to? And now you’ve taken entirely too long to answer. So instead of stammering out a nonsensical reply, you do as the Warrior of Light does best. A stoic nod and a step back to indicate that Urianger was free to enter.

Urianger smiles softly and moves past you to set the mugs on the desk. “I heard thou wert feeling down, and for good reason. So I thought to bring thee something with which to soothe the soul. And perhaps offer a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.” He shrugs awkwardly, “Thou has oft been the recipient of many a woe. I wanted to return the favor. Or, failing that, give whatever thou might desire in its stead.”

You can’t deny that his presence might help pull you out of the state you’ve been stuck in. So you scan the room for a place to sit and realize this inn is sorely lacking in chairs. Without any other options to speak of, you settle down on the edge of the bed and gesture for Urianger to join you. Which he does after only a moment of hesitation.

“Prithee speak, my friend,” Urianger says gently as he reaches over to pass you one of the hot chocolates. “Expression of emotion has seldom been my strong suit, but I wish now to share the burdens thou beareth. So tell me what thoughts troubleth thee so, and darkenth thy spirits.”

With shaky hands, you raise the mug to your lips and take a sip. Delicious of course, no doubt prepared by Tataru at Alphinaud’s request, or something of the like. After all, you felt certain this mini intervention was on behalf of all the scions, who’d simply chosen Urianger as their spokesperson. You wonder briefly if this meant that the others knew of your conflicted feelings. Then decided it didn’t matter, because even if they did, Urianger himself was surely oblivious.

The man in question seemed to take your silence for reluctance, rather than contemplation. As he hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then spoke. “I understand. Thou hath always been one of few words. So if it pleases thee, I would be glad to speak instead of mine own experiences. So that thou might feel less alone. Would that be better?”

You nod. That’s probably a much smarter idea. The longer he spent sitting here, in your room and drinking hot chocolate by your side, the more you were liable to say something stupid and impulsive. Better just to let him talk. He was so good at it anyway.

“I know thou wert close with Master Haurchefant, his loss must touch thee in ways few others can imagine,” he begins softly. “I myself have been subject to such loss before. A dear friend and dearer companion, to whom I was never able to speak the words. I know how isolating it can be. But I hope thou wilt remember that thou art never alone. For as long as thou hath us, your family.”

That’s right, Moenbryda. Urianger didn’t speak of her often. More now, certainly, than in the months following her death. But even so, it was always a touchy subject for him. And understandably so. They were close, perhaps even in the same way that you were with Haurchefant. After all, had you two not also lacked the time to say the words you wanted desperately to say? “I’m sorry,” you manage.

Urianger looks at you in surprise, “Whatever for?”

“Sorry that you had to be the one here with me,” you explain, “It must be worse for you, to see me in this state. A reminder of your own pain.”

“Hardly,” Urianger is quick to reassure you, “I came here of my own accord. And I would gladly take a thousand painful memories to relieve thee of thine own.”

You can’t help but smile at that. Ever the drama queen since he learned to come out of his shell. Just one of his many endearing qualities. Too many endearing qualities. “Will you tell me more about her?”

“Moenbryda?” Urianger furrows his brow in mild confusion as he looks down at you. “Whyever for? If it is a distraction thou seeketh, wouldst it not be better to speak of a cheerier subject?”

“It helps, I promise,” you insist. “I hardly had the time to know her. I want to know why you loved her.”

Urianger ducks his head at that, hiding a faint blush behind his own mug. “If thou insisteth. Thou knoweth of course that we met in childhood…” And on he went about his life before the scions. As a student of Louisoix, and a lonely bookish boy. Pulled out of his comfort zone by an overeager girl who grew into his dearest friend.

And as he tells his stories, you find yourself being swept along by his flowery words and flowing cadence. Until you too are speaking. Telling Urianger stories of your own about a different snowy night, with a different mug of hot chocolate, and a loyal knight.

Before long, you’re feeling much better than you were before and both your mugs are empty and discarded. Without thinking, you lean over to rest your head against Urianger’s shoulder. “Thank you,” you say lightly. “You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for.”

“Only because thou hath such an effect on me,” Urianger chuckles, “To lower any semblance of guard I could hope to put up.” He adjusts his arm so that you rested better against his side and looks away again. “Tis frightfully easy to relax around thee,” he admits. “And easier still to indulge in mine own selfish desires.”

“What sorts of desires?” you ask because you were never known for being the brains of the operation.

Urianger tilts his head so that the two of you are much closer than before to being eye-to-eye. “I very much doubt it is anything that wouldst interest thee,” he reassures you.

“Try me,” you reply with a smile. And in a surge of that signature impulsivity that makes you so good at your job, you move forward to kiss him.

For a moment you think your daring has paid off as you feel him lean in to meet you. But he lifts his head at the last moment and presses a hand against your back. Such that you bump softly against his chest and find yourself being held there. Gentle enough that you could pull back if you wanted to, but firm enough that you know he’d rather you didn’t.

“Urianger?” you ask, muffled slightly by his robes. “I don’t understand. If I was overly presumptuous I’m sorry. But could you at least let me up? If this is your idea of retaliation then trust me I feel awkward enough as it is.”

“It’s not that,” Urianger says shakily above you. “I wish rather to regain mine own composure lest thou meet mine gaze once more and this time I shall know not how to stop myself.” He goes quiet for a moment, leaving you to puzzle out what he means by that before finally removing his hand.

As you straighten up, you’re surprised to find his face flushed and bearing a strained expression. “My sincerest apologies,” he says falteringly as he raises a hand to hide his mouth. “The fault lieth solely with myself. And if I hath made thee uncomfortable, thou hath but say the word and I shall leave.” He doesn’t quite meet your eyes as you speak and you give him a look of confusion.

“What in the world are you talking about, Urianger?” you ask, “You know sometimes I really can’t make sense of you. And it’s not just because of the words you use. Did I or did I not misread your signals there?”

He shakes his head, “Thou didst not misconstrue anything. But t’was I who did not mean to reveal my desires.” He ducks his head down again, “For as much as I wish to indulge in thine company, I know that I do not deserve it.”

That answer catches you off guard. Both for the confession and the second admission. “Why not? I mean, I like you too, you know,” you blurt. Your breath catches for a moment as you wait to be struck down for saying it out loud. Especially so close to the most painful of death days. But when the world does not collapse, you reach out to touch his hand. “Do you want to try this?”

“Thou deserveth better than me,” Urianger mumbles. “And thou art too selfless by far. I lost one love already and could do nothing. I have pushed many more towards their early demise, at their own request. If ever thou wert persuaded to sacrifice thyself for the good of our star, I know not that I would stop thee then. But I know also that I could not forgive myself after.”

You can’t help but give a heavy sigh. A barrier you should have seen coming. And one that would easily be broken. “Urianger,” you say slowly, “Do you know how many people I’ve seen get hurt on my behalf?”

He begins to answer but you stop him before he can, “Too many, that’s the answer. For me. For my cause. Haurchefant he-” you pause. Saying his name out loud knocks the wind from your lungs. But you push onwards. “But they made their choice and I have to accept that. Because if I were to blame myself for every death I witnessed, I’d never take another step again. Yet I’m still standing here, aren’t I?”

Urianger finally turns his hand upwards to hold yours in return, rather than allowing you to simply rest over him. He runs his thumb over your hand thoughtfully, then squeezes it lightly. “Thou art the Warrior of Light. Hydaelyn’s chosen. Tis only right that thou wert more capable than I of shouldering thy burdens.”

“But that’s exactly it!” You insist, “I’m the hero. Everyone expects me to be on top of everything, always. I have to be perfect. But I’m not. I mess up all the time and I can’t save everyone. So don’t think that you have to either. Because if you can’t even forgive yourself then how could I ever be forgiven?”

That much renders him speechless. And as he gapes at you, slack-jawed, you find that you’ve induced a rare moment. Urianger, at a loss for words. So you take advantage of the moment to push onwards.

You pull your hand gently out of his grasp and lift both hands to cradle his face. Turning him to face yourself and forcing him to meet your eyes. "Still, I can promise you this,” you say, taking your time to make sure your words are resonating with him. “You will not lose me. Nor will I ever ask that of you. When my end comes it will be at the hands of time and nothing else. And if I should be so lucky, it will be by your side. I promise you tomorrow. So please, allow yourself this comfort. Few others on this star have given up as much as you have — we have. Let yourself be selfish, just this once. And let me too, be selfish. Please."

After a long moment, Urianger nods. He reaches up to caress your hand, before slowly lowering them back into your lap. “My thanks,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I think I needed to hear that.” He then mirrors your previous actions, bringing his hands to your face. “And I think I would like to try this after all.”

So the last of the cold is chased away by the warmth of his mouth against yours.

[kanouizumi3104]

𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓱𝓪𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮?

I have spent the last few days of my school holiday drawing Urianger as I saw this beautiful picture of Urianger from @elezenmen Here is the link of the picture:

Thank you so much for creating such beautiful photo of Urianger😭

[yasuosexual]

FINAL FANTASY 14 MASTERLIST

key: 18+ = 🔞, contains spoilers = 💔

RAMBLINGS:

where i just spit my thoughts

Impatience - 🔞 Thancred

Death - 💔 Thancred

Warm Hugs - Estinien

Sexual Deviance - 🔞 Estinien

Virgin - 🔞 Aymeric

Learning - 🔞 Aymeric

Reflection - 💔 Haurchefant

Life - 🔞 Haurchefant

names are abbreviated:

HEADCANONS:

Kinks - 🔞 Th, Ay, H, Es

Carried like a Princess - Th, Ay, Es

Sex Positions - 🔞 Th, Ay, H, Es

Hugs - Th, Ay, H, Es

First Time - 🔞💔 Ay, H, Es

How They Sleep - Th, Ay, H, Es

Seduce - 🔞 Th, Ay, H, Es, Ur

Face Sitting - 🔞 Ay, H, Es

Pregnancy - 💔 Th, Ay, H, Es

Naming Your Son After Them - Th, Ay, H, Es

Boob Sucking - 🔞 Ay, H, Es

How They Sleep pt.2 - Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch

Polyamory - 🔞 Ay x WOL x Es

[teawithaphd]

——Headcanons of the Scions on Pocky Day——

Alphinaud

Knows what it is and has had it marked on his calendar for months

He builds the courage to be the one to ask—on that fateful day—if his s/o would share a pocky stick with him

Despite his preparation and many weeks of practice in the mirror (which Alisaie has walked in on several times and holds against him to this day), he’s a blubbering mess when asking the question—red-faced, sweaty palms, stutters, and all

He blubbers even more when they agree to it and hold one of the sticks in their mouth to him

The first thing he tastes is cookies and cream, smiling at the fact that his s/o was kind enough to give him the more flavorful part. The next is his s/o’s sweet lips.

Alisaie

The moment she sees her s/o, she pulls the strawberry pocky box out of her pocket and shoves it in their face as she slips a stick between her teeth

She points to it with a little too much sternness, and can’t keep eye contact when her s/o decides to bite down on the other end

(Bonus points if her s/o doesn’t know what she’s doing, then she’ll groan and explain the game to them as her face grows red like a tomato)

After succeeding in getting their lips to meet, she swipes the box from them and runs away with it—hogging the rest of the pocky for herself

Thancred

He approaches his s/o with a flirtatious wink and an almond crush pocky between his lips like a hopeless romantic with a rose in his mouth

The ridiculous presentation brings them a giggle, and it makes his heart soar to see them with some lightness that the many dark times they’ve experienced would sometimes obscure

He lets his s/o get the flavored end while he bites down on the plain one, knowing that the taste of them is far sweeter than any confection he’ll ever have

As he starts out with bravado, at the last bite, he allows his s/o to close the distance

The pocky soon becomes a distant memory as he slowly leads them into the bedroom *wink wonk*

Urianger

He remembers one such occasion when Moenbryda had once tried playing the pocky game with him

Now having almost forgotten it (and having been too dim-witted to understand how to partake in it), when his s/o brings it up, he agrees wholeheartedly to give it a try

They bring him a yuzu-flavored box, knowing that he’ll probably enjoy it’s more citrusy, fresher taste (and to give him something different from all the carrots he’s been eating with the lopporits, Twelve help him)

He’s hesitant when they get down to the last bite, yet when he feels his s/o’s lips on his, he returns the kiss in full, savoring the moment of closeness between them

He grabs another pocky from the box and places it between his own lips, pleading them to play the game once more with him

Y’shtola

“Normally I am not wont to partake in such games…but if you insist…”

(spoiler alert: no one insisted)

“Ah, but you already went out of your way to purchase the confection, we surely cannot allow such confections to go to waste now…”

Her s/o stares at her dumbfounded with a box of matcha pocky in their pocket. Y’shtola already knows that they bought the matcha flavor, because of course they would conveniently purchase her favorite

She takes a stick and places it between her teeth, enjoying the bitter and sweet taste of the tea she’s grown a fondness for ever since they travelled to Kugane

The taste becomes even more marvelous as it mingles with that of her s/o

Estinien

He stares between the box, the pocky stick in his s/o’s mouth, and his s/o’s expectant expression with the most confused look on his face

“…What are you doing…?”

His s/o nearly spits the stick from laughing before explaining the pocky game to him

They also find that they have to explain to him what pocky is (has that man lived in a hole for most of his life…?)

After he finally understands, he casually agrees—sending his s/o blushing

They give him the flavored end of the pocky, wanting him to experience the chocolate-y flavor for the first time

As they reach the final bite, Estinien closes the distance—groaning into what turns into a deep, more sensual kiss

After leaving them utterly breathless, he suddenly pulls away and sends them the most smug, shit-eating grin they’ve ever seen on the elezen

“That was entertaining, we should do this again sometime...”

G’raha

He knows about the game from his Studium days, when some of the other students used to hide away and play it together

Back then, he’d secretly always wanted to partake in the game, but never got the chance to since he never grew close with anyone that way—but now with his s/o, he can!

They find a missive at their door signed by him, telling them to meet him at a secluded spot in Old Sharlayan, one where the two of them would often spend time together

When they meet him there, he turns to them with his face as red as his hair and stutters as he asks them if they’d like to partake in the Pockey game with him

He takes a milk-flavored pocky stick to his lips and shyly waits for his s/o to take the other end

Their lips soon meet, and he savors the sweet, mellow taste of milk and honey on his partner’s lips

The kiss is soft and shy—yet there’s something hidden, as if he sweetly wants for more as he hugs their form

They kiss again and again, feeling warmth under the beautiful Sharlayan skies

Bonus

Haucherfant (since it’s his day too)

He waits for his s/o to sit comfortably by his hearth that night before he pulls out the box with a playful wink

When they agree to play with him, he cups their chin and slips the stick of pocky between their lips

He’s quick to bite down on his end and make way to their lips before utterly devouring them

The taste of strawberries and rich chocolate on his tongue is a delectable combination, making his s/o beg for more as they return the heated kiss in kind

The box is long cast aside as the two indulge in a long, long night by the fire

WOL Panne Nini

(The Protagonist and profile picture for this blog, usually)

She twists her head and looks at the box in her s/o’s hands with confusion

When they explain to her the game and hold out a stick of pocky between their lips, she pulls it out of their mouth and takes a bite of it herself

Her s/o’s face reddens at her boldness as she takes the moment to taste the pocky

“It’s ok I guess, but I never liked sweets anyway… whatever.”

She throws it to the floor and leaps at her s/o to give them a heated kiss—she doesn’t need to go through the whole run-around for the real dessert

WOL Meteor-kun

(Because why not)

He approaches his s/o after one of his many long adventures, nearly killing them with how utterly haggard he looks, as if he ran into another fight with a primal, or worse, again..

When their gaze shifts to the box of chocolate pocky in one of his hands, their concern only grows as they wonder if he ended up like this through procuring it for them

He gives them a warm smile despite it all, showing them the box while telling them excitedly about his most recent discovery: the pocky game (it's really cute)

He then places a stick between his lips, waiting patiently for his s/o to take a bite of the other end

When they reach the final bite and their lips meet, their s/o giggles from the tickling of his stubble on their face

He peppers their face with more kisses until they're a laughing mess on the floor, overjoyed at the fact that he was able to see them smile

His s/o is just glad to see their beloved Warrior returned home, hale and whole

----See the Menu----

[thelaughtercafe]

Warm Goodbyes

Tea Type: Sweet Tea (Self-indulgent fluff because I finished Shadowbringers and needed an emotional release. Not very specific but I’d say be at the end or past the expansion before reading if you really want to go in fully blind <3)

Potential Triggers: None for this fic, except maybe magical tickling, if that bothers you!

Pairing: Thancred/F!Reader(I read them romantic but it can be platonic). Estinien/Reader is also mentioned, although he's not present. There's a lot of the main characters Ler'ing, with Reader and Ryne as Lee's, with Ryne being totally platonic.

Length: 3.5k+

Summary: In which Ryne and the Warrior bond, shenanigans ensue and fun is had to make their last day together as a family as memorable as possible.

A/N:… I also like cat boys okay? Sue me. I guess Thancred and Estinien just weren’t enough for my heart to attach to.

“Did I ever tell you how the others arrived in the First?”

Your voice was quiet as you and Ryne looked over the Crystarium, the peace of the long sought night making it all the easier to hear you. You both sat on the top of Graha Tia’s favorite lookout, taking in the view. 

Ryne shook her head. 

“Not from you, no. I’ve heard bits and pieces from the others. Something about getting headaches, hearing the Exarch call for you all and eventually collapsing one after another, right?”

You looked over and nodded, smiling slightly. 

“Yes, just so. I know all of us leaving tomorrow is frightening. Thancred most of all. It is not the same, but I thought you should know I do somewhat understand how you feel.”

You turned to look out at the stars, heart stirring in pain as Ryne looked at you curiously, expression gentle. 

“You know by now how close Thancred and I are. He is, and always will be my rock. I know I can count on him for anything. So when he suddenly collapsed, the fear and panic that gripped me like a vice-”

You shook your head as your voice cracked. This is why you didn’t talk about it. You always got over-emotional. 

“A-After Thancred, the others began to fall too and I could do nothing but watch. Urianger, Y'shtola, Alphinaud…eventually it was only Alisaie and I, and then she too fell into a coma. Yet still I had to keep pressing on. There was a war on the horizon, and as the voice continued calling my resolve was weakening. I finally fell unconscious right at the feet of my greatest enemy, who was prepared to strike me down.”

You shot a smile her way at the worry on her face. 

“You needn’t worry. Luckily, my other rock, Estinien Wyrmblood is his name, witnessed my fall and wisely spirited me away from the battlefield. He’s a stoic, quiet man, but he cares. I suppose him and Thancred share that trait. Hiding their feelings I mean.”

You placed your arm around Ryne and sighed. 

“…All this to say? The pain you feel in your heart. The worry if everything will turn out alright. If we’ll be okay. If you’ll be okay. They’re all valid and every one of us loves you so much. We’re just as torn up as you are, I assure you. Everyone is trying to be strong for each other, despite the pain we feel and-”

You sniffled, offering her a watery smile. 

“I…was never good at that. Despite what I’d have my enemies think, I’m extremely prone to emotion. A complete and utter crybaby. It’s okay if you are too.”

With that, the girl finally broke, hurling herself into your arms and you both sobbed. You hugged her tightly as she gasped into your neck. 

“I’m so scared! You’re the only family I’ve known and now I have to find a new one-I-I want you to stay! Or to go with you! I don’t want to be alone again!!”

“Oh Ryne…" 

You did your best to gather yourself, feeling your heart break. 

"Gods I’m going to miss you so damn much. We all are. I’ll be back to visit I swear it. I’ll tell you all the stupid antics we get up to! Alisaie and Alphinaud’s banter, how many times I can make fun of Thancred’s age before he strangles me, Y'shtola’s good-natured savagery, Urinager’s ramblings…all of it, I promise. What I wouldn’t give to take you with us. I’ll keep looking for a way. I swear it.”

Ryne pulled back with a final sniffle and a bittersweet smile. 

“I know you will. You’ve always been so good. So empathetic. Take care of Thancred and the others and make sure they rest enough.”

She looked behind your shoulder after your nod and gasped and you sighed, having an inkling on who it was. 

“It’d be 0, by the way, in case that wasn’t clear. Not that I need a particular reason to mess with you. You’re losing your edge if I was able to sneak up on you like that.”

Just like that you rubbed your eyes and snarked. 

“You’d have to catch me first.”

A smirk graced your lips as you stretched your arms up to crack your back, relishing in the way Ryne was smiling at your side. That’s what you liked to see.

“Good luck with that in your old-aha hehehey!! Not hehehere!”

You squealed as Thancred struck before you could finish, attacking your vulnerable underarms and making you careen forward and try to protect yourself, only to trap his hands. He continued unabated, wiggling his fingers mercilessly as he taunted you, crouching down at your side as Ryne succumbed to giggles at your plight. 

“Oh? Why? Scared Ryne will see how hopelessly ticklish you are? Or mayhap it’s the Exarch you’re worried about given this is his favorite spot. He has that portal in the tower you know…I bet he could see you at any time.”

Your face flamed and you weakly tried to kick him away, finally raising your arms slightly in a desperate attempt to fight back, only for him to change targets and go for your stomach instead, gently pulling you towards him and holding you against him between his legs so he could restrain you easier. 

“No of course nhahahat!!”

You didn’t need to see him to know he was smiling. 

“You’re still a terrible liar to those you love, you know.”

“T-Trhihicked you once, didn’t I smartass?”

He froze, merely holding you still and you panted, looking to Ryne who was now also catching her breath, a huge grin on her face. 

“Did you just curse ?”

She finally got out, breathless from her own laughter with mirth glittering in her irises. 

You winced. 

“Sorry I didn’t-”

“No need to apologize! I’m just surprised that’s what made you finally curse in front of me is all." 

Her smile grew mischievous. 

"Though I suppose I can’t blame you with your ticklishness.”

You smirked at that jerking in Thancred’s hold as if to go for her and making her jump back.

“Keep making fun and I’ll see just how ticklish you are.”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I…um… oh! Because I’ll go right to the Exarch!”

She giggled and you groaned and tossed your head back against Thancred’s chest to glare at him half-heartedly. 

“… You’re her father. Are you really sure you’re okay with this type of churlish behavior?”

He snickered, quirking an eyebrow down at you.  

“Well, if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be fine with you cursing in front of her either so pick your poison.”

 You rolled your eyes fondly but after a look at Ryne you smirked. 

“…What if I say I’m fine with that?”

Thancred seemed mildly surprised you weren’t putting up a fight until he glanced at her too and warmth filled his eyes. 

Ryne was shuffling her feet, a near giddy expression on her face as she held hope in her eyes. She enjoyed it just as you did and given you’d all be parting ways on the morrow the least she deserved was laughter in the safety of her family. She seemed ready for a chase too so you mumbled to Thancred.

“You can get me again later. Let’s team up.”

He nodded and the moment Ryne saw his arms loosen she was off like a shot, carefree laughter leaving her in waves. 

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

“Wanna bet?”

You called after her but Thancred and you both gave her a head start to briefly talk strategy.  Thancred opted to guard the Crystarium, so she couldn’t get to G'raha Tia without going through him and you would pursue her the usual way. You didn’t account for her to run to the others for aid. 

By the time you caught up she was giggling and out of breath, hiding behind Urianger and pleading with Alphinaud with the best case of puppy eyes you’d ever witnessed.

“Ryne, c'mon bringing in outside parties isn’t fair!!”

She stuck her tongue out at you.  

“You did it first with Thancred! I’m just evening the playing field!”

“Is this true?”

The look in Urianger’s eyes could only be called amusement and you blushed, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t very well explain your plan with her right there. So you went the childish route. 

“She asked for it by making fun of me!”

Urinager raised an eyebrow at that and Alphinaud snickered under his breath. 

“That’s not exactly new. Besides, you like it any-”

“Finish that statement Alphie and I swear…”

You fired back without thinking but instantly regretted it as he stepped forward and drew his book threateningly, Refia standing on his shoulder.

“You’re quite certain you want to talk back right now? Shall it be Cure or Lustrate then?”

He raised his hand and you leaped back, seeing Ryne dash off towards the Crystarium and praying Thancred would be quick. 

You risked a glance at a confused Urianger, looking between both of you.  

“Forgive me my ignorance, but you aren’t injured, correct?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth to respond but Alphinaud beat you to it, a playful grin on his face.

“Ah I understand your confusion, Urinager. No, she isn’t.  However through accidental means we discovered casting healing magic on her when she no longer has the need of it…well. It tickles quite ceaselessly for a fair bit. The effects are somewhat lost thanks to my healing kit not being the most effective in comparison to Astrologians or White Mages.”

His eyes glittered with just a touch of sadism as he offered. 

“…Care to see for yourself?”

You saw Urianger pondering it and just as you turned to finally get the Hell out of there you heard him speak. 

“Mayhap to satiate my curiosity, then. Benefic .”

You tensed up entirely, shoulders shaking as you tried to hold back and just keep moving but your poor body wasn’t having it as you just…crouched to the ground and covered your mouth as the two leisurely strolled over. 

“A-Aha-Alphinaud so help me when this sphehell f-finishes-eep-i swear to Hydaelyn-”

Said boy smiled smugly down at you, crouching to your level to pat you on the head. 

“Oh come now. Just hush and ride it out, won’t you? Keep taunting me and maybe next I’ll have Urinager cast a Regen- aren’t you curious how long it’d linger given it’s long lasting nature?”

As you desperately shook your head he offered a light laugh as Urianger joined you both to observe you curiously. 

“Mayhap I’ll cast another single target heal then hm?" 

"How absolutely fascinating.”

Urinager’s voice stopped you from saying something stupid and getting yourself tormented further but it also made you all the more aware of the sensations wracking your body. 

Healing aether typically was a cool, numbing sensation as it sought out your wounds before knitting the flesh back together. With no wounds, the healing aether searched for places to heal, growing more vehement as time passed. It was icy and the shock of the cold made the tickling worse as it finally nailed the sweet spot of your ears. You finally broke, giggles and laughs leaving you as you blushed in embarrassment, hugging yourself tightly despite your arms offering 0 protection against magic. The aether wiggled and writhed making you cover your ears and whine. 

“This isn’t fhahahair!! Ahahaha!! H-How am I suphohohosed to fight h-h-hehehealing magic I can’t shehehee! U-Urinager plhehehease!”

You tried to mimic Ryne’s puppy dog eyes from earlier and he mercifully snapped out of talking to himself about possibilities and theories to pull the aether back. You panted lightly and he couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

“May I inquire as to if mine heal was indeed more mirth inducing?”

You glared at him before it broke into a smile at his innocent curiosity, nodding tiredly. Still a researcher at heart.

“Mmhmm. Alphinaud’s felt…less cold too which helped. Yours was like ice. No avoiding a sensation that demanding. And it was more exploratory. Alphinaud’s lingered in one area unless he directed it whereas yours seemed to naturally seek out injury.”

He nodded, still clearly wonderstruck. 

“I’ll have to experiment more later, if that’s alright with you? Such a reaction is unheard of to even one so experienced as I.”

You blushed but nodded nonetheless. He was still somewhat new to allowing himself to tickle you, so he needed the reassurance you liked it and didn’t mind more than the others. A bit embarrassing as you saw Alphinaud snickered at you but he knew anyway so it was no big deal by now. 

“A-Anyway! Thancred and I are actually trying to cheer up Ryne. She looked eager to experience it so we teamed up to get her together. Any chance you could help?”

Urianger shook his head. 

“Regrettably I have already pledged my services to young Ryne and I cannot go back on my word.”

You glanced at Alphinaud and he too, shook his head. 

“As if! Find Alisaie and Y'shtola to even the playing field if you wish but this is a war . Lus -”

You cut off the spell quickly as you scrambled away and to your feet after tossing powder in his face. A mild irritant but you prayed it would work.

“Ah, Silencing Powder. A typical choice for strategy, but I see thou hast forgotten I am the larger threat.”

Urianger cut off your escape to smile down at you and you cursed inwardly. 

“Th-Thancred’s likely already caught her by now! He was guarding the Crystarium!”

You blurted out. Would he kill you later? Maybe. Was it worth it to both give yourself a fighting chance and also maybe see him be wrecked for once? Absolutely. 

Urianger relented at that. 

“Very well. ‘Tis only fair. Thou would do well to stay out of sight however. We shall not be so merciful should we meet again before the war concludes.”

You smiled nervously as Alphinaud grumbled silently at you behind Urinager and they both left. 

Now, the question was to seek out Alisaie and Y'shtola or Ryne and Thancred. 

A voice interrupted your pondering

“Are you quite alright my friend? You seem awfully out of breath.”

G'raha’s voice was both reassuring and panic inducing.  If he was here that meant Thancred was guarding nothing! You whirled to face the red haired Miqo'te and pasted on a smile. 

“J-Just fine, don’t worry! I was just getting a workout in." 

Half-truths were the only way for you to not be as obvious when lying to those you cared about and luckily G'raha seemed to buy it.

"Ah I see, how nice! I was actually planning to do a spot of training myself aft-”

He was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Exarch, there you are!”

Ryne’s voice was a cheerful chirp even with Thancred hot on her heels. He seemed slower than usual and seeing the tremble of his gait and lips told you why. Seemed either Alphinaud or Urianger had tried their magic method on him too.

G'raha, bless his heart, cocked his head to the side in innocent curiosity. 

“Oh? You need me for something Ryne?”

You opened your mouth to intervene but found abruptly you couldn’t move, let alone speak. Damn it all-Alphinaud slung an arm around your shoulder as Stop kicked in fully. Payback for your trick earlier, no doubt. Brat. 

You could do nothing but watch as Ryne reached G'raha Tia and grinned at you before beaming up at him innocently. 

“It’s nothing major, well, everyone else knows already so I figured I’d let you know she’s ti-mmph-!”

Thancred’s own affliction had worn off much to your relief, letting him cover Ryne’s mouth and smirk down at her, and as Alphinaud released you and attempted to ready another spell you tackled him to the ground and pinned him. Thank goodness Stop wore off much faster than Slow. Urianger finally rejoined, looking out of breath but he hung back and watched the scene unfold in amusement.

“Don’t even think about it!”

G'raha, for his part, merely looked between both of your pairs in bewilderment. 

“…Are you hiding something from me?”

His voice and body language were sad as he looked at you expectantly. 

“I know I’m new to the group but I suppose I thought you trusted me just as you do the others.”

Your eyes widened with panic. 

“G-G'raha it’s nothing like that. This is…a playful affair. Nothing more.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. Ryne said everyone else already knew.”

He looked positively distraught, ears flat against his head and you let Alphinaud up with a sigh, already blushing in anticipation. But how could you not confess with G'raha looking so sad?

Thancred saw your reddening face and he too released Ryne, speaking up on your behalf. If he waited for you to work up the courage you’d never get the words out. 

“She likes being tickled. That’s all. We all tease her about and with it quite often.”

G'raha blinked and then gave a knowing, if fond smile. 

“Oh is that all? And here I thought it was something serious. My apologies.”

“You say that as if you already know.”

You mumbled in shock. 

G'raha turned and a rare smirk made his eyes narrow in amusement. 

“Mm. What of it? You asked me shortly after we met.”

You all stiffened at that, but Thancred most of all. 

“Asked? Me?! I don’t remember that at all and trust me when I say I would.”

He had the good sense to look sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“There’s quite a good reason for that. You see at the camp you accidentally had tea containing catrinus…”

“Oh Twelve strike me…”

You buried your face in your hands. Not catrinus. No wonder you didn’t remember. It made Miqo'te quite affectionate and helped them lose their inhibitions. And you had a very low tolerance to it, just like alcohol. 

But G'raha wasn’t finished, especially seeing as the other 4 were looking at him so expectantly. 

“Catrinus affects us Miqo'tes much like alcohol, but most say it’s more potent as a general rule. She had drank the whole cup, not realizing just how much was within and so I was taking care of her, after getting her an inn room. As I made to leave, she clung to me and nuzzled my arm before asking if I would please tickle her.”

He shrugged attempting to play it off but he was as red as his hair. 

“I…indulged her and then I left her to her slumber, tuckered out from my ministrations.”

There was quiet for several long moments and then Thancred and Ryne both burst out laughing and Alphinaud winced on your behalf between snickers of his own. Urianger merely looked at you with fondness in his gaze, though the humor in his eyes said it all.

“Oh my…Estinien…is going to kill you. He thought he was the first to make you ask directly. To hear you have done so willingly…i don’t envy you.”

Thancred came over to pull you into a comforting embrace, allowing you to hide your face in his chest, still snickering 

“He’ll likely want to do another duel for who can make you laugh the quickest for the longest, with all 3 of us this time, you know.”

“An intriguing proposition. Given she enjoys it I see no reason to refuse.”

G'raha was collected as ever and you peeked out to find him smiling fondly at you, making you hide again. 

“…You’re all mean. Estinien will never hear of this. Do you understand me? Never .” 

Between snickers all present mercifully agreed and you pulled back, now somewhat collected to smile sweetly, arm held behind your back with your free hand. 

“Now that that’s taken care of I do believe I have some revenge to deliver. Care to help me carry it out now that everyone’s got their mess with me points for the day?”

You turned to smile mischievously up at Thancred who grinned back and wasted no time cutting off his daughter’s exit strategy as she ended up backing right into him where he quickly but gently pinned her arms behind her back. 

“You’ve caused quite a lot of mischief today Ryne..ready to experience some yourself?”

She was already giggling as you began poking along her sides and tummy playfully, making the girl curl in on herself. You glanced over your shoulder and motioned for Alphinaud and Urianger to join in. 

“I’m quite certain there’s plenty of unexplored spots if you wish to map them out with me in earnest~”

“This isn’t fhahahir!!” 

Ryne’s laughter was light and bubbly and made your chest warm with affection.

“Oh? But messing with me is fair game? That’s not how it works!”

The rest of the day was filled with every iota of warmth and love you could cram into it and the goodbye, while full of sorrow was also hopeful. This wouldn’t be goodbye, not if you had anything to say about it.

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Huddling up to the Scions (Reactions)

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A/N: I don't know if I've done this yet. If I have, oops. If I haven't, cool! Here you go! ^-^

Characters: Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola

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When he noticed you were shivering he would pull the blanket up to your chin. When you huddled against him, he wouldn't hesitate to wrap you in his warm embrace.

"Can't have you getting a cold can we?"

When you huddle close, his tail would wrap around your waist and pull you in closer to his body. He would blush at how close you were even though he was the one to initiate it. He just hopes that you are okay with it an panics for a sec in his head. When you huddle up to him and put you arm across his body to hug him, he relaxes a little.

While he isn't shocked that you cuddled up to him, his heart is full and he can't help but hold you. His initial reaction would be to coo over how precious you are. He absolutely adores you and wanted to keep you safe, sound and warm.

"Are you cold, love?"

He would immediately pull you into his side, immediately watching as you revel in his warmth. If you continued to shiver, he'd make sure to get you some warm tea and a blanket.

She knew you weren't huddling up to her just because you were cold. You just wanted to be closer to her. She didn't mind, but she was debating whether or not she wanted to just give you affection or tease you. regardless, she'd warm you up in any way she could.

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Kou's AO3 ffxiv fic rec list

I am so insane and I literally have only been reading FFXIV fanfics for like the past four or so months so here r some of my favorites

I will split it up into three categories: reader inserts, WoL OCs, and then yk fics with only the characters.

WARNING: I read lots of unsavory shit so please heed the tags in the links as I will not be going over those in this list.

*length of fics will be rounded to nearest thousand

Reader insert's

The Rise of Emperor Solus zos Galvus by amandaterasu

(Emet Selch x reader) Length: 25k Status: Complete (one shot) Review: You don't understand I think about this fic at least once a day oh my fucking LORD. 25k words just GONE in an instant I read this in like under an hour. Actually gigging and kicking my feet this shit bro liiiiiike the way this author writes Emet Selch... ouuuuughhh. I love it when a man is just so insane for his woman that he finds her in another life and immediately starts courting her. Honestly, this shit is just so good it reads almost like a historical drama in the best ways possible. Yeah it's romance (and smut) but it's also politics (kinda) and idk about you but those are my two favorite things. I now need a full length novel about Emet Selch's rise to emperor of Garlemald but yk what this shit is just as good. Bonus points for this author for introducing me to fanfic reading extensions to replace certain terms I will be using this from now on.

Tremble, Duck, & Weave by OwlEspresso

(Estinien, Aymeric, Haurchefant, Urianger x reader) Length: 31k Status: Incomplete Review: This inspired my current big project, Hellbound and yeah idk something about Ishgardian politics man. I'm gonna warn you right now a lot of these reader insert recs WILL be yandere/yandere-adjacent with a lot of unhealthy themes, general debauchery, and doves ranging from beaten to dead so uh... yeah. That aside, this is just a really fun time. Seeing everyone interact with the reader insert and all the different ways they show (or think about) their twisted affections... hnnnng it makes me a little insane okay. Also, shout out to pervert Haurchefant you will always be near and dear to my heart. We were ROBBED in the English translation

Captivate by samsaur

(Aymeric and Estinien x reader) Length: 41k Status: Incomplete Review: Remember what I said about doves ranging from being beaten up to dead? Well, the dove is definitely dead here, but it's rlly juicy because this shit really does feel like a horror story. I am not qualified to speak on it, but I think this is a great portrayal of Stockholm syndrome and the way it's written really puts you into the shoes of the reader insert and you kind of feel that hot and silent shame of being held captive like this. Also, one of my favorite niches of FFXIV fanfics is apparently villain Aymeric. Idk why but he is so good as a villain probably because he had every single reason to turn out one, and he would be a far more terrifying villain than Thordan. If Aymeric wasn't our ally during Heavensward, he would undoubtedly be a huge threat to us and this fic kinda takes that and dangles it over your head. Because, yes, Aymeric is holding the reader captive but he is also helping Alphinaud and Tataru out. It's this balancing act where we know Aymeric is capable of really fucked up things but he is still playing at the perfect image of our noble ally. You find yourself yelling at everyone else not to trust him because you, the reader and his captive, know that he is a piece of shit in this AU and I think it's glorious. Uhhh Estinien is there too ig. It's no fault on the author's part but I just don't really vibe with Estinien as a love interest. Though, his dynamic with Aymeric and the reader is extremely interesting to me. I can't say too much without spoiling all the fun, but I think in a way Aymeric has him trapped under this thumb too.

I'd Ask For Your Soul, But It's Already Mine by Dotharl

(Zenos x reader) Length: 29k Status: Incomplete Review: Guys it's fucking Zenos PLEASE read the tags on this one. Anyways I love my porn kjakjfjkjakhshjfjhk. Okay but genuinely I always say this, but Zenos is surprisingly genuine as a love interest because he doesn't put WoL up on a pedestal and just loves them for all of their worst bits and THAT is the appeal of enemies to lovers. This fic plays with that, especially with the reader insert being a Dark Knight WoL where Fray talks some sense into them and helps them recognize their self worth. I won't lie to you, this fic starts out with VERY fucked up Yandere fuckboy Zenos energy with all of the dubcon included, but I kinda don't care + it's just genuinely well written at times. The dynamic between WoL and Zenos is very nice here, bc yeah it starts out... like that and then it evolves into mutual respect when the reader realizes that Zenos would treat them well and not yk use them as a weapon. Albeit, it does go kind of quick but eh, it's like 4 chapters so I can't fault the author THAT much. Besides, not to diminish the fic, but it IS pretty clearly just kind of a pornfest and that is A-Okay with me! This shit was also last updated in like 2022 so I'm pretty sure it's abandoned.

Not a Champion, Just a Knight by Kei_Cordelle

(Haurchefant x reader)

Length: 23k Status: Incomplete Review: This one is in kind of a weird position because this is an AU where WoL dies at the Vault instead of Haurchefant, so there isn't exactly any HaurcheWoL action to speak of. But, WoL definitely haunts the characters' actions. Bro, when I tell you, the worst part of this fic is actually Alphinaud being very NOT OKAY bc WoL is dead. He is just a baby what the fuck do you mean he watched his friend, confidant, and hero die in front of him???? Yeah sorry I love Alphinaud a normal amount. (that is my SON) Anyways, this is written in first person which is weirdly a turn off for some people? I don't get the hate tbh, because first person just opens up so many fun opportunities! You can break the fourth wall much easier and directly address the reader, and you can also have the vibe that this is a retrospective of what the character saw. The later is definitely the vibe this fic gives. It's like, if the Heavensward memoir was written from Haurche's perspective in this AU. To me, I like to think that this fic is Haurchefant telling the tale of his greatest love and regret in writing. I feel like the action scenes could use some work but they're not terrible. It's just that they're literally one to one recounting of the Heavensward trials and it's just not the best. I think there's also the issue of the cast becoming slightly bloated so it is a bit rough to account for everyone's actions during fight sequences. I really do love this fic though because I think it's really interesting to see how everyone is unraveling. Obviously, we as the WoL take on a lot of things that are almost impossible for everyone else so to see them take on the monumental burden of the hero is very interesting. How would our companions react to certain things? Since during most trials in canon we take it on alone, how does everyone else fit in? Are they all doing the mechanics correctly? All in all, solid fic and I am holding out hope for that fated final fifth chapter since the last time it was updated was back in January and it was started back in 2022 so one day I hope that this will be complete and I get to see the final mental breakdown as the squad completes Heavensward with the legacy of WoL looming over them ✨

WoL OC Inserts

Coerthan Traitor by Cascanora (@cascanora here on Tumblr)

(Zenos x OC, a bit of typical Emet Selch and Azem reincarnation messiness) Length: 190k (GOD DAMN-) Status: Ongoing Review: The author of this fic is highkey like a celebrity to me bc I gobble up their art like it's fucking Christmas morning. Imagine being God's favorite and being blessed with the ability to draw AND WRITE??? Fucking insanity bro. Also, their OC, Crow is fine as hell like one chance ma'am pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee goddddddd- Anyways onto the actual fic, I am admittedly only on the first arc which is kind of like the childhood arc ig. But I really love it so far because I've just never seen anyone really write Zenos being kind of young and vulnerable and playful? That's a lie, I think I've read like one Zenos fluff that I'll have to dig through my AO3 history to find again (bc you'd best believe none of my bookmarks are fluffly...) so I just really like the change of pace. Zenos is obviously always put in more enemies to lovers type scenarios so I kinda like this different angle because yeah maybe he was something resembling normal at one point. Obviously he's very fucked up for a reason, but he was a kid too. He didn't always go off about biting jugulars and drinking blood or something, he got fucked up. I am so far absolutely living for a lot of the political stuff bc as I've said before, romance with a side of politics (or vice versa) is my cup of tea and nobody pulls this shit off better than fanfic authors. I'm really interested to see where the political stuff goes but it's like 2am (sheesh) as I'm writing this so I will have to delve further into this fic later. Anyways can I take a moment to talk about Crow and Zenos? Because they're so fucking cute I love themmmmm. I feel like I'm coming at this as someone who has seen a lot of Cascanora's art so I see when Crow and Zenos' relationship develop into when they're adults, so seeing the early stages of it is really cool to me. I don't quite know how to explain it? But anyways I am raving about this fic bc I think it just builds them both up so well and again, I don't see Zenos written to be playful and yk act his age the way he does around Crow. They just work together so well and while at the point of the story I'm at they're definitely just friends, I think that's the beautiful thing about friends to lovers. Regardless if it's romantic or platonic love, Zenos and Crow are a package deal. Also, Emet Selch/Solus in this fic is perfect. I LOVE my geriatric old man telling stories about his past. I would go off about how I am very captivated by the whole Galvus family dynamic but I will save that for the other fics bc this review section is already super fucking long and you had BEST BELIEVE I'm scouring the internet for Galvus family fics. I lied I will talk about this a little more because this strikes an odd chord with me as someone who wrote a lot of my own longform OC x Canon growing up. I kinda shamed myself off doing that kinda stuff as I got older, but diving into FFXIV where everyone becomes fucking Shakespear with their WoLs has made me let go of my fears of being a cringefailure and embrace the OC x Canon. To see really well written and thought out OC insert stuff is very comforting to me bc I often worry abt my own OCs being shitty and not really fitting in but fics like this assure me that hey, maybe I can make cool shit and that really is the most beautiful part of fanfiction and fandom in general. Fandom is this incredible loop of finding amazing shit and thinking "wow, I wanna do that too" and it's just really rewarding.

Save the Last Dance For Me by lalahganaja

(Alphinaud x WoL OC) Length: 11k Status: Complete (yatta!!!!) Review: ALPHINAUD MY BEAUTIFUL SONNNNN AAAAAAAARRRGGHHHSJGFKJGSGKHJHJF. This fic is so delightful bc it feels like I'm cheering on my children to kiss. A'tahja is so fucking precious and her and Alphinaud just bounce off each other so well. This fic also has the other Scions making an appearance and I fucking love it so much. Found family will never NOT make me absolutely batshit insane. Like yes, Y'shtola mamma cat <3 anyways *chews on Alphinaud and A'tahja* This is just so insanely fluffy and it made me slam my desk every few minutes bc cute teenage love story!!!! How can I not!!!! Alphinaud just acts like an adult a lot of the time and gets put in a lot of adult situations, but in this fic he just gets to be a little guy. A'tahja too, obviously as the WoL she's often off doing insane shit that no teenager should ever have to do and bearing burdens that are too much for a little skrunkly such as herself. But here they just get to be silly little kiddies who are very down bad for each other and it's adorable. I think another thing I really liked was A'tahja getting more in touch with her femininity? Idk how to put. But basically she had really short hair for most of her life bc she pretended to be a boy while in poverty, so to see her be A) pampered and B) learn to take care of herself and be more girly was super cute to see. Also, I am just always really surprised whenever I remember that Alphinaud can drink lmao. Like no, you are a baby (I was the same age as Alphinaud when I started playing this game) put the beer down and go sip on a capri sun or smth. God. Kids these days...

Canon character fics (?)

and i'm your clone, your strange creation by egg(strwpup)

(Fortemps familial angst from Artoirel's pov) Length: 6k Status: Complete (oneshot) Listen to me, I love this fic beyond words, but for the sake of my mental health I will NEVER read this shit again. My daddy issues go fucking DEEP like this is utter insanity. Don't get me wrong it is beautifully written and I love complicated family dynamics- but by god this fucked me up so bad. See, I like to personally believe that Edmont was a good, albeit flawed father but his sons know that he loves them and they love him in turn. But I know deep down in my heart of hearts that it is so much more complicated than that because you know, we can't have nice things here at Square Enix. It just personally fucks me up because I too, like Artoirel in this fic, am a momma's boy at heart and I... kinda hate my dad lmao. Basically, I kin Artoirel in this fic. Oldest child who has it out for my father + hates that I'm kinda like him. He loves his mother but holds contempt for his father, perhaps unfairly but can you blame him? (yeah I'm not only describing Artoirel here...) Edmont is a less than stellar father in this fic but you can tell he loves his kids and aaaaaaaaa I'm tearing up again. The complicated family dynamics + the drama of what happened in Heavensward is just so fucking delicious bro. 10/10 this fic destroyed me in every sense of the word and I do not want to go through that emotional reckoning again. However, I will be writing Edmont as a shitty dad in my fics now. Sorry but I am always just so insane for that sweet sweet eldest child and father dynamic because it's always so disastrous. Having parents is just so strange.

mon corps, le mien; mon coeur, le tien by steelthighsvoideyes

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien with a side of angst + Haurchefant survives the Vault AU) Length: 43k Status: Incomplete Review: I also started tearing up while writing this review because Haurchefant just does that to me okay? I feel like with a lot of Ishgard trio ship fics Haurche is always kind of left out? Or, he feels a bit tacked on to the Estimeric dynamic. That, or he's just sitting there with unrequited love bc clearly this man has not suffered enough. With this fic however, it definitely feels a lot more balanced. Like yeah a majority of the fic is just Haurchefant and Estinien bonding in the hospital, but Aymeric still feels present because of their shared past and how it's constantly being brought up. (in a good way) All three of them get the spotlight so you don't really lean towards one pairing. Romance aside, I really like the Ishgard trio's established dynamic in this fic because they're just guys being dudes. Besties who were in the military together. Like, Aymeric balances the trio out, Haurchefant is the sort of boisterous youngest member and Estinien is gruff and sarcastic and the banter between the three of them just flows so naturally. It's an actual friendship dynamic that serves as a solid foundation for what will hopefully be a romantic dynamic later on. Once again, friends to lovers is so good for this reason because the foundation is already there. You appreciate them as a person and you are aware of their flaws from the get-go, so when it turns romantic you skip a lot of the awkward exploration phase and can just be comfortable with each other. Anyways as for the crying part- the Fortemps familial drama follows Haurche throughout this fic and it does make me a little, tiny bit crazy. Not gonna spoil it, but the way Haurchefant feels about his family in this fic is just so real and visceral because of course it's super complicated. Once again, I like Edmont being a good dad, but realistically, it's shades of gray. Another thing about Haurchefant that not only this fic does but a lot of other people also head canon, is that his selflessness and willing to give can be self destructive at times. Once again, not gonna spoil, but it's just super heartbreaking to read Haurchefant be almost hypocritical, telling his friends to take care of themselves only for him to almost completely disregard himself. That's kind of what he does at the Vault in the first place, like that man died knowing that he did the right thing and protected his friend and oh god I'm gonna cry again I should stop talking... (I am not even kidding when I say that I will eventually write a Haurchefant character essay...)

Unicorn's Favor by Neyasochi

(Aymeric x Haurchefant x Estinien, yet another Haurche survives the Vault AU) Length: 34k Status: Complete Review: So, this is one of those fics where I feel Haurchefant is kinda just taped onto the Estimeric dynamic, and that's fine, it's whatever, I'm here for the porn and the banter. The premise of this fic is that Haurche helps get Estinien and Aymeric together and then smutty gay things happen. And that's all well and good BUT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE FORTEMPS BROTHERS IN THIS FIC!!! *holds them gentle* For me, the best part of this fic was Haurchefant's relationship with his family which for a change, is NOT super angsty and complicated. It's all very heartwarming to see how in this fic the brothers get along very well (contrary to canon where unfortunately we know they were never very close) and to see Haurchefant really appreciate that he's still alive and gets to be around the people he loves more. It's just super cute and fluffy and now I just need fics like this in general. Yeah whatever it's not canon that the Fortemps bros actually like each other this much BUT IDC!!!! YOU NEVER SEPERATE TRIOS!!!! Speaking of trios, the Ishgard trio dynamic in this is yk it's fine it's whatever. In this particular fic, I find it quite cute that Haurche had a crush on Aymeric as a kid, so even if they aren't all buddy buddy in this fic there's still that lingering admiration and it's cute. I also completely swear by pansexual Haurchefant bc that man does NOT discriminate. Okay enough abt the French I will talk about the Italians (Romans) now.

Far colder on the earth than in the heavens by Altimas_Bane

(Galvus family things) Length: 7k Status: Complete Review: I told you I love my familial angst. No, I'm NOT okay. It DOES make me absolutely rabid that Emet Selch as Solus couldn't help but have some hope for the sundered because of Lucius because can you fucking imagine that??? Your son who gave you a little bit of hope for the broken, shattered people who replaced your brethren dies and that is the nail in the coffin. That is what makes you fully believe that they are unworthy. It was briefly mentioned in the short story "Through his Eyes", but Emet Selch had a little bit of hope for Lucius, and he was probably distraught when his son died. This fic goes over that agonizing feeling of watching someone slowly waste away from sickness. It is slow, it is painful, and it is gut wrenching. Idk man, just read it.

Son, Father, Emperor by January Blue

(Varis reflecting on his life and especially his relationship with Zenos)

Length: 12k Status: Complete Review: Heyyyyyy do you bitches remember when I said that Varis probably loved Zenos when he was younger but eventually held contempt for the monster he created? You all probably thought I was crazy for reading them like this BUT I'M NOT!!!!! Anyways fatherly angst strikes again (I am in shambles and this fic goes onto the list of fics that I will never read again for the sake of my mental health) LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN WELL; Varis and Zenos' relationship isn't so black and white. No I'm not defending Varis- but come on the entire Galvus family is fucking crazy man. Anyways, to quote the comment I left on this fic because I do not want to repeat and retype it myself: "Varis, in a lineage of men that are strong, born into the arena that is politics, is WEAK because he is EMOTIONAL. Solus/Emet Selch calls him emotional in the cutscene he was introduced in (unless I'm hallucinating) and that SENT me because I was forced to rethink all of the information we had been shown of Varis until then. I wrote him off as a shallow villain but I did some digging and Varis is surprisingly the most empathetic in the Galvus household and it SHOWS whenever Solus berated him in cutscenes." Varis had emotions, he had morals he had a line that he would not cross. He has been shown to be merciful (when we parlayed with him in the Ghimlyt Dark) and it's known that he at least cared for his late wife, Zenos' mother. Obviously, he would extend that to his son at one point, right? Perhaps when he was still young and unmarked by the world- right???? See, I really like this fic because it frames Varis' absence from Zenos' life as unintentional, but at the same time, it does not absolve him of the fact that he is a terrible father. I don't want to say too much because I would very much like it if YOU, my dearest reader, took as much emotional damage reading this as I did- but I digress. Varis and Zenos' relationship is not as simple as "Varis hates Zenos" there's obviously some shades of gray here. I personally believed that there's no way Varis hated Zenos because Zenos' mother died in childbirth, and clearly, other people think the same. Listen, you don't just hate your own flesh and blood, at least, not from the very beginning. It's a slow process, and I know it in my heart of hearts that Varis regretted what he let happen to Zenos This fic is just so wonderfully written and I was actually kinda bouncing around my room reading this. Once again, major daddy issues, so maybe that's why I like believing that Varis loved Zenos once upon a time. Something, something, father's love their kids until they grow a mind of their own.

And that's my list! In the future as I make my way through fanfics I have marked for later due to spoilers, I might make another one of these because I think people need to read this shit!!!!

If one of your fics is on here please send me an ask so that I might go back and edit this to tag you!

[kagy04]

Estinien x Reader - Hickey

Reader, aka you, are the younger sibling of the oh so great Warrior of Light. Who's also overprotective of you! You're kinda slow and oblivious in this one, sorry.

Not requested

Fluff, slight suggestive, I guess cause of the hickey

Words: 1417

Shadowbringers spoilers, I guess cause of the characters present. But it doesn't really take place at a specific time in the story. Idk.

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The warm morning light filtered through the windows, while the Scions seated around the central table in the Rising Stones. It was a rare moment of relative peace, a time to discuss strategy without the immediate pressure of an existential threat looming over their heads.

Thancred leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes sweeping over the assembled company. Y'shtola was engrossed in a tome, Urianger was poring over ancient scrolls, and Alphinaud and Alisaie were in a heated discussion about the finer points of their latest mission. G'raha Tia, ever enthusiastic, was gesturing animatedly while recounting a recent adventure to Tataru, who listened with a warm smile.

The door to the meeting room creaked open, and you, the younger sibling of the Warrior of Light, stepped in with a bright, cheerful expression. "Good morning, everyone!" You greeted, plopping down in an empty chair.

"Good morning, Y/N," Alphinaud responded with a smile, though his expression shifted to one of mild concern as he noticed a dark mark on your neck. "Y/N, what happened to your neck?"

You blinked in surprise and raised a hand to your neck, fingers brushing over the small, round bruise. "Oh, this?" You said nonchalantly. "I think it's from a mosquito. Nasty little buggers, aren't they?"

Thancred's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a suspicious glint flickering in his gaze. "A mosquito, you say?" he murmured, nudging Urianger with his elbow.

Urianger looked up, his gaze following Thancred’s. His eyes widened momentarily before he quickly composed himself.

Y’shtola glanced up from her book, her sharp eyes narrowing as she observed you. She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “It appears you’ve been keeping busy, Y/N,” she said, her tone teasing, earning a confused look from you.

G’raha Tia, less adept at masking his reactions, blushed furiously, his ears twitching in embarrassment. “Y/N, do you…um…realise-"

Before G'raha could finish his sentence on the so-called mosquito bite, the door swung open again, and Estinien entered the room. The former Azure Dragoon, usually so composed and stoic, momentarily froze as he saw the gathered Scions. His eyes met yours, and for a fleeting second, something unspoken passed between you.

"And in comes the mosquito." Thancred murmers with a smirk. Alisaie and Tataru stifled a giggle, Alphinaud's eyes widened in shock at the realisation.

The Warrior of Light, who had been sitting quietly and observing the exchange, suddenly stood up, eyes narrowing as they pieced together the puzzle. Their gaze shifted from your neck to Estinien and the way you were looking at each other, their protective instincts flaring up. "Estinien," they began, their voice low and dangerous, "a word, if you please."

Estinien raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by the Warrior of Light’s tone, but he nodded and followed them to a more private corner of the room. The other Scions watched with interest, sensing the tension in the air.

“What’s going on?” you asked, looking around the room with confusion.

“Just a bit of sibling bonding, Y/N,” Thancred replied with a chuckle. “Nothing to worry about.”

"Is something the matter?" Estinien asked, his tone carefully neutral.

"You," the Warrior of Light said, stepping closer to Estinien, "gave my sibling a hickey." It was not a question but a statement of fact, delivered with the weight of an older sibling's protective fury.

Your eyes widened in confusion, looking between your sibling and Estinien. "Wait, what? Hickey? I told you, it's just a mosquito bite!"

“I did,” he admitted, meeting the Warrior of Light’s gaze unflinchingly.

Thancred couldn't hold back a chuckle any longer. "Ah, young love," he said with a knowing smile. "Estinien, you might want to tread carefully here. Our dear Warrior of Light is rather protective of their family."

The Warrior of Light’s hand clenched into a fist at their side. “You dare touch Y/N?” they hissed, their voice trembling with barely suppressed anger.

Estinien, who had faced down dragons and fought countless battles, now found himself at the mercy of a very different kind of adversary: the wrath of an overprotective sibling. He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "It was not my intention to cause any harm," he said carefully. "Y/N and I… well, we have grown close. Not to mention your sibling is capable of making their own decisions,” he said quietly. “And I care for them deeply. I would never do anything to harm them.”

The Warrior of Light’s anger faltered at Estinien’s words, their fist unclenching. They took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within them. “If you ever hurt them, I will make you regret it.” They warned, their voice still firm but less hostile.

Estinien nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Understood,” he said simply.

Your face lit up with realisation, finally understanding what everyone was talking about. "Oh! That kind of hickey! I… didn't even notice."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension dissipating in an instant. Y'shtola closed her book with a snap, a rare smile gracing her lips. "Well, it seems we have nothing to worry about, then. Shall we return to the matter at hand?"

As the meeting continued, the mood lightened considerably. Laughter filled the room, the earlier tension forgotten. You, on the other hand, were now a blushing mess, stealing glances at Estinien constantly throughout the meeting.

Estinien stood by the window, a rare smile on his lips as he watched you interact with the other Scions. He felt a sense of contentment, knowing that despite the initial shock and tension, their relationship was accepted by those who mattered most.

As the meeting came to an end, you made your way over to Estinien, a pout adoring your face. You glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot before lowering your voice. "You left a hickey where everyone could see it!"

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Estinien's lips. "My apologies, Y/N. I didn't realise it would be so noticeable."

Your face flushed a deep shade of red as you crossed your arms over your chest. "It's not funny, Estinien! Everyone noticed it, and I had no idea what they were talking about. I thought it was just a mosquito bite!"

Estinien's smirk softened into a more genuine, albeit slightly amused, smile. "I truly am sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

You huffed, your frustration melting away under Estinien's sincere gaze. "Just... next time, be more careful, okay? I don't want to have to explain this to everyone again."

Estinien nodded, his expression serious. "Of course. I'll be more mindful in the future. Though I don't think we'll have to explain ourselves again." A smirk found itself on his face again.

Your blush deepened, causing Estinien to chuckle softly, a rare sound that made your heart skip a beat. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his.

As they stood there, hand in hand, the Warrior of Light watched from a distance, a small smile playing on their lips. They could see the genuine affection in Estinien's eyes and felt reassured that their sibling was in good hands.

The moment was interrupted by Thancred's voice, laced with amusement. "Are you two done whispering sweet nothings to each other? We've got work to do, you know."

Your face turned an even deeper shade of red as you quickly let go of Estinien's hand. "Uh, yes, Thancred. We're coming."

Estinien gave Thancred a bemused look before turning back to you. "Shall we?"

You nodded, your embarrassment slowly fading as you walked back to rejoin the group. The Scions continued to tease you two good-naturedly, but the atmosphere remained light and jovial.

You approached your sibling, a sheepish smile on your face. "Sorry about that," you said. "I didn't mean to cause a scene."

The Warrior of Light ruffled your hair affectionately, earning a pout from you. "It's fine. Just remember, I'm always here for you. And if Estinien ever steps out of line…"

You laughed, hugging your sibling tightly. "I know, I know. Thanks."

Estinien watched the exchange from a distance, a soft smile playing on his lips. He knew that earning the Warrior of Light's full trust would take time, but he was willing to put in the effort. For you, he would face any challenge, even the formidable protectiveness of your sibling.

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[allycryz]

FFXIV Write #4: Reticent

A moment in the Fortemps library, set between 5.3 and 5.4

Haurchefant and Edmont

Haurchefant x WoL x Urianger x Thancred

Haurchefant looked inside the library, taking in the faces of those he loved. Nerys lounged upon a couch, nose in a collection of Thanalan folk and fairy tales. Thancred was using her lap as a pillow, his eyes closed, and his chest rising and falling in a soft, even tempo. Urianger had a stack of tomes by the picture window, the bright winter sun gleaming upon his silver hair and golden jewelry. 

And there was his father at his desk, quill in hand, tome open to the day's page. Their eyes met and a smile passed between them that still warmed Haurchefant's heart–to be acknowledged, to be seen instead of quietly pulled aside or ushered away. 

He could not say when exactly his father had begun trying to make up for mistakes with Haurchefant. Certainly he hadn't noticed until the day he had begged for Nerys, Alphinaud, and Tataru to be let through the Gates of Judgement. But as time had passed and with the blessing of distance, he could now discern it had started before that. 

“How fares this lovely bevy?” Haurchefant asked, voice hushed in deference to the readers and to Thancred who might be sleeping. 

“They are quite studious today,” said Edmont. “Will you be joining us?”

“Nay,” Haurchefant sighed. “Reticent as I am to leave, I've appointments to keep about town.”

“Reluctant,” Urianger said, lifting his head. His eyes twinkled. “Reticent pertains to speaking. Thou might learn such by joining us.”

“Ah ah,” Haurchefant wagged a finger. “My moon, my stars, we are not re-litigating this.”

“...He is correct.” Edmont ventured. His voice took on a teasing lilt even as his face betrayed a hesitancy. “About the usage.”

Haurchefant laid a hand upon his breast and swooned against the doorframe. He made sure to exaggerate his tone, inviting his father to join in the pantomime. “Betrayed by both my love and my father. As if practical usage has not added a second definition to the word!”

Edmont's laugh was a bark of obvious relief and Haurchefant grinned, something lightening in his chest. 

“Well” Thancred murmured, eyes still closed. “None of you are certainly embodying the first definition at the moment.”

“Apologies, beloved,” said Urianger to their clearly not sleeping lover. “We’ll debate this at another time.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” said Haurchefant. He cast a smile at them all, his gaze stopping at last on his father who nodded, his eyes soft.

[lovehotelreservation]

Thrust System - Pray Return to the Throbbing Man [4/6]

Summary: While delving into the depths of a dungeon, you wanted to be sure that your companions were people that you could trust and who would have your back.

In this case, they’d also have your ass too.

Rating: R

Pairing: Thancred/G’raha/F!Reader/Urianger/Estinien

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How many Scions did it take to find one Warrior of Light?

The makings of a future exam question in Old Sharlayan came about as an amusing thought to Urianger.

It was needed given the perplexing and worrying context of everything that had since transpired upon arriving at the Lunar Palace.

Attempts to communicate with outside a failure, the threat of the temple’s viciously devout zealots looming ever so closely, and above all, separated from you and the rest of your dear friends.

But composure was key in light of everything.

To give into worry–as concerning as it was–felt like a failure of faith in the capabilities of you and the other Scions, and he surely did not wish to lose hope so soon.

Still, as he continued to cautiously tread through the labyrinth of hedges, marble, and flowers that served as the temple’s outdoor garden, more than anything did he wish to reunite with you soon.

While he was relieved to have seen you earlier, his intuition still held caution that his chase of you thus far may be more of trickery than reality.

However, the sudden sound of weapons being brandished and the all too familiar noise of your battle cry had him immediately drawing out his cards and globe as he dashed on ahead.

Perhaps you may have been possessed, perhaps he was being misled.

But what he could not stand around to do was simply wait while you were potentially in danger.

Rounding corner after corner, straining his ears to seek out the source of the conflict to make the correct turn, he kept onward and onward until he was finally about to see the battle that was unfolding.

Up until the floor gave way, an illusion of a path disappearing into aetherial wisps upon his heel touching the floor.

And it was then that Urianger was alarmed to suddenly find himself plunged into a pool of cool water, a seemingly endless abyss awaiting him as he found himself immediately flailing to remain afloat, his cards and globe lost in the process.

Again, composure was key in light of everything.

However, for him, breathing exercises immediately turned to prayers as his mind raced to keep his flailing limbs steady, of which was only for naught as his initial panic lead to him beginning to sink into the water.

Try and try as he did, he did all he could to keep his head out of the water.

Thankfully, his prayers were answered with the muffled call of his name and a sudden presence latching onto him soon afterwards, offering blessed support as he was guided back up to the surface.

While a stone pathway was no ideal place to lay down upon, to be on a steady surface was a godsend.

However, with the shock of nearly drowning in such chilled water, his robes only served to encase him in chills as he struggled to catch his breath.

But once again, he was given support, comfort.

And it was by the sensation of your warm lips onto his.

What blessed relief.

You drew away, your hands against his chest for some timed pushes before your lips returned to his again and again until he was finally coughing out water with a sputter and a gasp.

At last, he could catch his breath.

But not before gasping out “Thank you” in utter gratitude.

While he expected for his head to flop down onto the concrete, he instead found himself resting his head on your lap.

Such warmth, such softness.

His eyelids slowly shut over his honeyed irises. Formality and chivalry taking a step back as he did not bother to protest out of concern of burdening you, rather he accepted this gladly.

“Are you well, Uri?” You remarked softly, your hands reaching forward to stroke his grey hair soothingly.

“Better…” he heaved at first, all while he did his best to catch his breath. His eyes opened to gaze up into yours.

Beneath the gleam of the moonlight showering from above, the ethereal glow of the garden’s lunar blossoms, and the surrounding lanterns, ethereal was an absolute understatement to describe your current appearance.

With reverence, he continued with a rasp, “Thine rescue was a blessing in and of itself.”

“Try not to speak,” you mused gently with a smile and the shake of your head, all while your finger rested over his mouth, a slight twitch on your fingertips.

And then your hands reached for his cheeks.

“Just focus on catching your breath, alright?”

Urianger barely caught the lowered tone of your voice or the sight of the all too delighted grin on your lips just before your mouth was on his again.

So eager, so firm, so--

Sweet?

A swipe of your tongue onto his had him tasting a sugariness that he was unable to do anything else but savor.

Far from Urianger to deny a kiss from you, especially given the feelings he held for your heart for so long. However, your actions, your words, how the chill that was sending shivers up his spine had begun to subsid–

Astonished, he drew back, his features hot and warm as he gasped out your name, “What hath possessed you--?!”

A precious tilt of your head with a mischievous grin on your lips. “Shouldn’t you ask yourself that question?”

It was then that Urianger became all too aware.

The constricting feel of his wet robes.

The heat that was beginning to spread from deep within him.

Aghast and agitated, Urianger sat up as quickly as he could, his instincts having him seek out his cards, only to realize that they were still floating around the pool alongside his globe. Eyes narrowing in a glare, he near hissed out,

“Such trickery--not even the faes of Il Mheg could delve to such lows--!” 

Urianger stopped short with a shudder as he felt your fingertips ghost over his chest just moments before your palm trailed down to brush ever so lightly over his crotch.

“Now now Uri, is that any way to treat a friend?”

The heat of your palm in contrast to the cool dampness of his robes.

“Or to be more exact, someone you admire all too fondly?”

And it was then, much to his shame, that the heat that had spread throughout his body had completely pooled to the pit of his loins, his cock having stiffened into an achingly hard and throbbing erection, his bulge protruding prominently through the skirt of his robes.

Face beginning to flush hot with scarlet, he attempted to shift away from you, a strained effort given that he still needed to recover from his mishap at the pool. Still, in face of it all, he had to maintain a strong front.

After all, composure was key to everything.

“You--! Whether by possession or masquerade, I will not stand by and watch you wear the visage of my dear fri--!”

He moved to seize your wrist, only to to be stopped by your other hand snatching onto his, pinning them right against his chest with ease as you smirked, palming his cock as you gloated,

“Uri, you always were such a sensitive soul~ I guess it’s to be expected that you’d be so easily riled up too!”

As angry as he wanted to be, to feel you–or rather, your copy–stroke and massage his cock felt divine, especially with how many fantasies he had of you doing just this.

And though this was a copy, to witness you act so boldly and assertively was much too delectable for him to deny, as signified by his hips pushing up against your hand in desire.

Only to have your hand drawn right away from him, his wrists being released soon after.

“That thee would cease so suddenly…?”

The moment he posed his question, his desire was overwhelmed by shame.

To which your cackling only furthered his disgust with himself all the more.

“You did say I ought to stop masquerading~ If you really want me to cease–or rather, for the real Warrior of Light to continue where I left off–then you’d better catch me!”

And before you took off, you leaned forward, your tongue dragging along the side of his ear before you nipped at it playfully.

“After you catch your breath of course~”

You were gone before he knew it and he was suddenly flopped onto the ground, his face in his hands in shame, his weapons still floating around the pool, his cock still throbbing uncontrollably with need, and the gem on his wrist shining at its most intense.

Composure was key to everything, and gods did he lose it so badly. 

That copy of yours will surely face a wrath unlike anything he had ever imposed.

Though, as shameful as this display was, he was at least at peace knowing the real you did not witness his stumbles into selfish desire.

To his immediate knowledge at least.

After all, your true self bore witness to everything that transpired, with sympathy brimming within your heart.

However, you soon gasped sharply as the shackle of your ankle tightened with an intensity felt unlike anything else before with Thancred and G’raha. While you trembled and pressed your thighs close together to ease the increasing burden of desire that anchored further onto your body, you were just barely able to catch sight of one dragoon clearing his way to the worship room.

With you tucked in his arm?