#wolboro

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L'yara: "After I healed your injuries, of course! But you didn't wake up, and I didn't know what else to do..."

Oboro, internally: this is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me

[vyndist]

"Being in the snow with my lover like this immerses me in a special feeling. I like it."

[the-unending-journey]

It's time for Sha to ramble about their ships again. My Wolboro one is up this time since they've been on my brain lately. Might not be as detailed since I'm still trying to develop it

First and foremost, since Kiyo is NOT a ninja or a rogue in her canon, the two met much, MUCH later and in a very different manner. It was when she was called to help on the battlefront in Bozja; more specifically for her healing talent in helping the wounded

Oboro was among a group that had been tasked with infiltrating enemy ranks and gathering intel that didn't go too well. Kiyo ended up tending to his wounds and helping him recover, and Oboro ended up getting a little enamored with this woman taking such gentle care with him. Yeah it's a cliche trope, but I love this sort of thing, so I don't care

Imagine his shock when he realized it had been the Warrior of Light herself that spent her precious time caring for him, which really didn't help the little crush that was starting to slowly build in him every time he attempted to thank or even speak to her

Their relationship had a bit of an awkward start, considering the two both had difficulty in pursuing anyone in a romantic manner. And it certainly didn't help that Oboro kept trying to follow whatever advice he read in that book Jacke had given to him... nor Kiyo running like a scared rabbit from the man's interest

Of course, once the man learned how Ishgard's courting methods worked, it was over for Kiyo. The both of them wanted to experience romantic love and it certainly paid off (with the help of a certain group of roguish comrades and one exasperated Elezen woman)

I like to think that Oboro is kind of a sap with this sort of thing, especially since he's so sincere and earnest in whatever he pursues. Kiyo often finds gifts in the form of flowers left where she can find them (usually on her windowsill at home). Her favorites are the carefully made origami ones

Speaking of flowers, there's a reason I call this ship "moonflower". It's a type of blossom that only blooms in the moonlight and Oboro is also referred to as "Oboro Moonrise" or "Oboro of the Moonlight". So, Kiyo's true self and her love "blooms" around him. Silly? Sure, but I thought it was cute. Plus it's another flower motif involving her, which I'm fond of doing

Other than Ryu, Oboro also helps Kiyo get back in touch with her Doman roots as he teaches her about the culture. And in turn, she teaches him more about Eorzean ways; specifically Ishgardian culture. It's something that definitely helped their bond grow stronger

Oboro is Kiyo's own personal shadow; always keeping a watchful eye on her when he's able to. Anyone that tries to bring any harm towards her or her loved ones had better hope he doesn't catch them

He tries his best to keep Karasu away from her, or even ignorant to the nature of their relationship. Karasu knows, of course, but doesn't give any indication that he does. He's secretly happy for his best frenemy, and may or may not have had a hand in helping win her over to begin with. He'd never tell

All in all, this ship is two awkward dorks that are head-over-heels for each other

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I finished decorating L'yara's front yard, and almost immediately had to gpose them kissing there 🥹 the lighting at sunset was too pretty to resist!

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WoLship Playlist: Oboro/L’yara 1/20

A Little More - Alessia Cara

“Am I crazy for wanting a little bit more? A little more, a little more of you”

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L'yara: I must be rubbing off on you, for you to be so bold

Oboro: And if you are? Would that be a problem?

L'yara: I'm certainly not complaining...

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Ask and ye shall receive

💗💖

~@fatewalker-phoenix

Aaahhhh thank you!! And great choices, I really like the contrast here >:3c Again I'm going to default to L'yara/Oboro since you didn't send a ship. This follows the rough draft I have written of their confession scene, most of which I'm going to leave out for the sake of keeping this short and sweet, but I'll publish the whole thing… eventually™

I combined both prompts into one fic so while it does start off very soft it does get more spicy toward the end! I did consciously try to keep it not too explicit, however; I think the "hot and heavy" part of the second prompt is the best descriptor. Short and sweet I say, but this ended up being roughly 1100 words.

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft 💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

"Let there be no more uncertainty, then," L'yara said. She slipped down from the rocky ledge and into the shallow waters of the hot springs, empty save for the two of them. Perched on her knees in front of Oboro, she reached out with one hand, gently cupping his cheek so he held her gaze as she confessed, "Oboro, I have wanted to kiss you for longer than I care to admit. Would you allow me to finally do so?"

The blush that rose to the man's cheeks had little to do with the heat of the water or the steam surrounding them. With a skittish laugh, Oboro replied, "I would never have stopped you."

L'yara leaned forward, using her hand on Oboro's cheek to pull him in until their lips met. The first kiss was timid and brief; both of them testing the waters, a mere press of lips against each other. The angle was wrong, and L'yara lifted herself up to better match his height as she slid in closer, planting her knees on either side of where his calves folded beneath his thighs.

Their lips met again, the better angle allowing for a surer, but still gentle, kiss. Oboro's hands came to rest on L'yara's hips, but she could feel the hesitation in his movements. She rubbed soft lines across his cheek with her thumb, encouraging him, as his lips began to move against hers. She matched his movements gladly, lifting her free hand from the water to wrap around the side of his neck, gently pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. Oboro exhaled a soft moan against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against his chest, and L'yara chuckled into the kiss. 

"Sorry," Oboro huffed, pulling back just far enough to rest his forehead against L'yara's. His fingertips dug into her sides, insistent but not painful. "I have wanted this for... so long."

"There’s no need to be sorry," L'yara assured, “for I have as well.” Her thumb caressed his cheek once more, her eyes meeting his gentle gaze. “My life may pull me in many different directions, but if I were to have one wish, it would be that fate always pulls me back to you.” Oboro let out a disbelieving huff of laughter, his hands roaming up L’yara’s back.

“It seems almost ludicrous now,” he murmured, “to have wasted years worrying about the potential hardships which romantic entanglement might bring… only to realize the moment I have you in my arms, that I would brave them all gladly if it meant I could have this with you whensoever I wished.”

L’yara laughed, and Oboro’s smiling lips met her own again. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, one hand combing through the hair at the nape of his neck, encouraging him as he pressed closer. L’yara teasingly licked at his lips, and Oboro chased her tongue with his own, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. L'yara hummed in approval as she gently sucked at his tongue, causing Oboro to moan into her mouth once more. The tip of her tongue swirled around his and then she sucked at it again, a mischievous curl to her lips as she continued to tease him. To her surprise, Oboro retaliated by leveraging his arms around her waist to pull her down onto his lap, sending waves crashing through the water around them. The kiss broke with matching gasps from them both, the thin fabric of their bathing clothes doing little to hide the evidence of how she affected him. 

“I hadn’t intended to get you so riled up,” L’yara teased, settling into his lap and squeezing her legs against his hips for good measure. She pressed a quick kiss to his lips, pulling back with a smirk when he tried to capture her lips once more.

“How could you not?” he asked, pressing forward to chase down another kiss. “I told you earlier, it has not been easy for me to resist your temptations.” 

L’yara leaned back as far as she could with his arms still around her waist, disengaging her own arms from around his neck. Slowly, deliberately, she ran her fingertips over his shoulders, down his chest, her eyes following their movements until she reached his waist, then flicking back up to meet his hungry gaze with her own.

“Then it’s about time you stopped resisting.”

With a deftness that shouldn't have surprised her, Oboro spun them around and bent her back, laying her out across the ledge she'd been seated on earlier. He'd braced one arm across her back and the other hand at the back of her head to prevent her hitting the stone too harshly, and slowly withdrew them to set her down gently. Her legs fell to the sides beneath the rippling waters, giving him plenty of room to press in closer. Leaning his weight on his forearms, now braced against the stone to either side of L'yara's head, and with L'yara's arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in, Oboro captured her lips in another, more heated kiss.

Clawed fingertips scratched at Oboro's back as mouths moved together harshly, tongues entangling, pants of breath escaping their lips wherever they could. There was no more testing, no more teasing - nothing but the tension built up from years of want. L'yara wrapped her legs around Oboro's waist, urging him in closer, moaning into the kiss at the feeling of him against her. Oboro echoed her with a groan, the noise muffled by the urgency with which their lips sought each other out.

A clatter of movement and the sound of voices moderately nearby startled the pair apart; it seemed there were other late-night visitors to the hot springs getting undressed in the changing room at the entrance. L'yara and Oboro righted themselves before any witnesses could come around the corner, casting each other embarrassed glances and shy smiles that didn't match their dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. They'd been so caught up in each other, they'd both forgotten they were still in public. Given her past experiences with the Sekiseigumi, L'yara doubted they looked kindly upon public indecency.

They exchanged polite yet impersonal nods with their fellow patrons, who thankfully sat a polite and impersonal distance from them, in a spring a few tiers below. As casually as she could manage, L'yara said, "It's getting late. Perhaps we should retire to the inn?" She waggled her eyebrows at him, hoping to make her intentions clear after their years of miscommunication.

"Yes," Oboro agreed, one hand gripping at L'yara's thigh beneath the water. "I do believe that would be best."

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WoLship Playlist: Oboro/L'yara 3/20

I Will - Sowelu (English Lyrics from AmaLee's cover)

"Days are flying by, I don't really mind We can take our time, no need to rush"

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🤎 for L’yara and Oboro.

Thank you for the prompt!! ;w; Funny enough the other one I wrote fits this theme as well, but I'll never turn down a chance to write more of them kissing. This piece is a sort-of continuation of the previous one, taking place the morning after. This one's less suggestive and more intimate than the previous one, and only about 600 words.

🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss

L'yara awoke to the tickle of hair against her cheek, to lips pressed to her shoulder, an arm draped over her stomach. A smile spread across her lips before she even opened her eyes. The kisses travelled up her shoulder, across her collar bone, to the base of her neck. She gave a low hum of appreciation as she turned her head toward Oboro, pressing a kiss into his hair.

"Forgive me," Oboro murmured. "I hadn't meant to wake you." L'yara could feel his lips move against her neck as he spoke, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"I don't mind being awoken like this," she assured. She rolled onto her side to face him, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him close. He tilted his head up to meet her lips in a proper kiss, lingering there for a few extra moments before pulling back.

"Good morning to you, too," L'yara teased. Oboro gazed upon her with a tender smile, reaching up to push a stray lock of hair out of her face. His fingertips followed the line of her jaw down to her chin, which he gently grasped to pull her in and press a kiss to her forehead.

"It felt like a dream," he said as he pulled back and met her eyes again. "When I awoke and found you truly here with me... I simply couldn't stop myself."

L'yara hummed in thought as she rolled onto her back and extended her nude form in a full-body stretch, before settling back against the pillows with her arms above her head. She met Oboro's watchful gaze with hooded eyes and a smirk as she said, "Don't let me stop you from following your dreams, then."

Oboro laughed, propping himself up to lean over her and press another kiss to her forehead, to the tip of her nose, to each cheek, to her chin. He returned to where he'd left off when she awoke, kissing down the column of her throat, continuing across her collar bone to the opposite shoulder from where he'd started. He shifted down the bed, trailing kisses down the center of her chest, between her breasts, as he moved. He felt her chest move as her breath hitched, and he smiled against her skin.

"How many years I've longed to kiss you..." He spoke into her skin as he continued lower, peppering kisses in random spots across her stomach, leaving goosebumps rising in his wake. "I now feel I must make up for lost time."

"And how many kisses have I earned in our years of yearning?" L'yara asked with a breathless laugh, trying not to squirm beneath his touch. Oboro pressed a kiss to each of her hips then turned to look up at her, resting his head upon her stomach.

"As many as you'll allow me," he answered, adoration clear in both his eyes and his voice. L'yara couldn't help but blush beneath his gaze; although she was abundantly experienced in matters of the bedroom, matters of love and romance still left her feeling helpless. She reached a hand down to run her fingers through his hair, and he closed his eyes with a contented sigh.

"I'd allow much and more from you," L'yara confessed as she combed a hand through his hair, her voice quiet. Oboro opened his eyes, looking up at her with a tender smile. He reached up and gently pulled her hand from his hair, bringing it to his lips and pressing kisses to her knuckles, the back of her hand, the center of her palm, the inside of her wrist.

"In that case," Oboro said, "I suppose I had better get back to work."

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I redecorated my FC house, and couldn't resist the urge to pose L'yara and Oboro in the cozy seating area 💖 it's been so long!