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With the expansion coming within like two weeks it's time for me to update my tags. The following will be the major ones I'll be using on my posts. See my fellow early access peeps on June 28th!
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#dawntrail spoilers
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#ffxiv spoilers
redrew a shot from the launch trailer i really liked
FFXIV 7.0 - New cities and areas
Here’s to hoping Endwalker restarts my filthy shipper brain cause this blog has been dry and I need more inspiration to write Thancred and Bellona being idiots in love.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Warrior of Light/Thancred Waters, Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light, Aymeric de Borel/Thancred Waters Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Thancred Waters, Aymeric de Borel Additional Tags: Kinktober 2021, Flufftober 2021, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Summary:
A collection of various kinktober and flufftober prompt fills
Finally getting up the courage to participate publicly in kinktober
*sweating*
FFXIV Write 2021 #23: Soul
nsfw, wol x ardbert
FFXIV Write 2021 #22: Fluster
Thancred had a good physique for a swordsman.
Sweat glistened on his body under the afternoon sun. He moved gracefully with his movements. Slicing at the air with his blade. He moved with a rouge’s grace—practically dancing on his feet—and attacked with the ferocity of a gunbreaker.
His brow was furrowed with concentration, he looked dangerous and powerful. With his muscles flexing and sweat slipping down his chest. He had a well-toned body, sculpt by years of time out in the field. Old scars healed and faded mapped his tan skin.
Every once in a while, he’d pause in his drills to brush his messy hair from his face. His face red and his chest heaving from the exertion. He’d take a swig from his water skin—splashing some on his face—before resetting in his training.
He was quite the spectacle. And quite the distraction as well…
“Bellona!” Alisaie complained loudly.
The woman startled and turned her attention back to her rather irate looking sparring partner. The girl’s brow was furrowed in disapproval and she brandished her rapier in front of her. “Pay attention!" She grumbled.
“Sorry…” Bellona shook her head, feeling her cheeks growing hot.
Alisaie still fixed her with a leer, she glanced briefly at Thancred’s display several yalms from them. Her nose wrinkled up and she rolled her eyes. “You promised me a good spar today!” She snipped. “And it’s no fun if you’re all distracted making goo-goo eyes at Thancred.”
That made her face burn even hotter. “I-I was not!” She sputtered.
“Oh really then?” The young elezen propped a hand on her hip. “Then what were you gawking blankly at in his direction, hm? The birds?”
“Y-yeah well maybe I was!”
The look on her friend’s face showed just how little she believed that. And honestly, Bellona didn’t feel much conviction in it either. Though in her defense, the man made it incredibly hard not to stop and stare. Waving that blade of his around while being bare-chested.
Gods...If her face grew any hotter she’d probably burst into flames.
She gave a miserable groan. “Can we just go back to training?”
“I don’t know,” Alisaie shrugged, “Are you done gawking at Thancred’s muscles? Or do I need to give you another ten minutes?”
“Shut up.”
FFXIV Write 2021 #21: Feckless
Ran’jit is going to be so angry with me.
That thought alone should have been enough to send her scurrying back to her room.If the man discovered she'd learned to get out, he'd be very displeased. And she shuddered thinking of whatever punishment Would be in store for her if she were ever caught.
And so with a trembling gait she moved up the corridors of Eulmore’s underground gaol. There had been very few guards down here. Eulmore didn’t see many prisoners these days—most trouble makers were merely tossed from the balcony. And no one expected much danger from the Oracle of Light.
FFXIV Write 2021 #20: Petrichor
“You know,” Bellona began between chattering teeth, “This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when you suggested a romantic stroll through Ul’dah.”
She was soaked to the bone and shivering. Looking out miserably at the downpour they had just escaped from. Thancred and her pressed together under one of the few awnings that weren’t crowded.
They watched the sheets of rain falling to the pavement. People scattering about to look for their own sanctuary. It seemed they weren’t the only ones that were caught unawares by the weather.
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up any time soon.” She heard Thancred chuckle. “We might be stuck here for a while.” There was a pause of hesitance in his voice. “Unless you’d prefer to teleport ahead? I’m sure you’d rather be someplace much drier than this?”
The suggestion surprised her. Bellona looked up at him. “What and leave you here to stay all wet and cold alone? Didn’t you promise me a romantic evening? I can’t have that if I were to just leave you.”
A smile played across his lips. “You think being cold and wet is romantic?”
“With someone you care about, yes.”
Another laugh. “I still feel terrible though. I had the whole evening planned out perfectly.”
“Did you now?”
“Indeed I did. A stroll beneath the city lights, maybe a dinner at a nice restaurant—I do have a few people here who owe me. And at the end of the night I had thought to even steal a kiss.”
Bellona smiled. “Well... the first two may be ruined but I see no reason why the third can’t still happen.”
“A fair point, my lady.” His arms looped around her waist, pulling her close. “I suppose here I can steal all the kisses I would ever want.”
“Just mind your wandering hands.” She teased. “We are in public after all.”
“Oh come now, in this dreary weather I’m sure they’d appreciate a little entertainment.” And leaned closed to her, stopped by a finger pressed against his lips. A disgruntled noise came from him.
“Behave.” She told him. “People are watching us.”
Indeed a few people nearby were giving them narrowed looks. Obviously annoyed by the bright show of intimacy between them. Rolling their eyes or muttering to each other.
Bellona could feel her cheeks growing warm with self-consciousness, however, Thancred seemed to have the strength to ignore their judgement.
“So you always tell me. And believe me when I say I do try. But...you make it so hard to do so.” And before she could scold him further he leaned in to catch her lips against his.
“People are staring.” Bellona murmured against his lips.
A grunt. “Let them.” And he kissed her again, this time deeper and much passionate and definitely drawing looks.
The rain had left her cold and shivering. But in that moment, she did feel a satisfying warmth fill her. The weather had ruined Thancred’s plans for the evening, but she supposed this moment made up for it.
Prompt #20: Petrichor
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FFXIV Write 2021 #18: Devil’s Advocate
“Hythlodaeus!” A voice rang out through the hall—a very angry voice.
Attendants scurried out of the warpath, suddenly having very important business to attend to elsewhere. Co-workers turned their heads and drifted away from the target of the fury.
The Chief of the Bureau of the Architect had actually been expecting such a visit. Calmly straightening out his papers and stacking them off to the side. He laced his fingers together before him upon his desk and offered his friend a pleasant smile.
“Good afternoon to you, esteemed Emet-Selch.” He chipperly greeted. “My, my. What has you in such a state of agitation today?”
“You know exactly what.” The other sniffed. “Do you have any idea what sort of trouble Azem is up to today?”
Hythlodaeus cocked his head to the side. “You know I am terrible at guessing games, my friend.”
He needn’t see behind the other’s mask to know the frown that furrowed his brow. “And I have little tolerance for your games.” He replied. “What. Have. You. Done.”
“Why must you assume I am guilty of a crime just because Azem is involved with it?”
“Because you two have made it a duty to age me beyond my years. Now Azem is on her way to a volcano about to erupt and has gotten a hold of a highly valued concept. And I know of only one individual who would give her the permissions to access such a thing.”
And Hythlodaeus only offered an unhelpful shrug. “Quite a mystery of who could’ve done such a thing.”
“Not that much of a mystery.” Emet-Selch dryly said. “You do know she could risk being censured again over this stunt?”
“Well I don’t see why she would be.” Hythlodaeus thoughtfully said. “If you look at it from the point of view of her only fulfilling the duties of her office. As the Traveler it is her job to discover and protect the knowledge she finds out in the world.
“Wouldn’t you agree that protecting an island from annihilation falls under those duties? Who knows what knowledge we risk losing?”
“You do know she’s only doing this for grapes? Risking her life and her seat on the Convocation for grapes.”
“And quite fine grapes they are! The only of their kind!” Hythlodaeus grinned. “I hear they make a rather fine wine. I think Azem may be doing us quite the favor. And I’m sure you wouldn’t let her get in trouble for it. Some soothing words from the respectable Emet-Selch should temper any outrage.”
Emet-Selch breathed a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Because of course Hythlodaeus was right. Because regardless of what Azem got herself into he would be there to help her out.
“If she gets hurt during this, it is you I’m coming after, you are aware?” He warned. “You had no business putting an untested concept like Ifrita in her hands.”
“And I’m sure she’ll be fine, she’s our Azem after all.” Hythlodaeus chortled as he picked up a stack of papers to leaf through. “When she returns, we can celebrate her feat with that wine I was telling you about. One sip and you’ll find her recklessness was worth it.”
Prompt 25
"Keep those wet clothes on and you'll freeze."
"If you wanted to see me naked you only had to ask."
FFXIV Write 2021 #17: Destruct
Boring...boring...boring.
Zenos yae Galvus stood upon the balcony of the imperial palace. Eyes flicking over the burning chaos below. The sounds of battle used to always get his blood pumping. It always put him in the mood for a proper hunt. And he would gather his hounds and set out onto the battlefield. Hunting for a worthy opponent to feed his thrill.
But this...this was children squabbling. Fighting over a silly throne which he cared little for himself. However, the Ascian had insisted he take it for himself. Something about it being vital to their plans that they possess control of the palace.
He saw little need for it. Let the petulant children below kill themselves over it. Before his death, his father had assumed Zenos lusted after the crown. However, he could not care less for something so...dull.
No, he yearned to reunite with his dear friend. The memory of their last battle filled him with a sense of euphoria. Perhaps, the first time he had ever experienced true joy—true love. And he longed to feel that rush again. His heart racing, his lungs close to bursting, his entire body aflame with exhilaration and desire!
The prince reached out to the empty air as if he could grasp ahold of his beast and drag her close. He wondered if news of his return had reached her ears yet? How would she react when she found out it was truly him within this flesh? Would she feel the same thrill he felt at the prospect of facing each other in battle again?
“Oh my friend,” He sighed blissfully, “I hope your recent hunt has not left you too exhausted. I want you at your best when we reunite.”
And a grand reunion it would be.
Let the rest of the world burn! The flames would serve as the backdrop for their grand dance!
FFXIV Write 2021 #16: Crane
Amaurot.
Her gleaming majesty could never fade from his memory. Always there. Within his dreams. Within his heart. He could close his eyes and remember every little detail.
The way the streets were paved, the gentle sigh the trees made in the breeze, the power of the looming buildings that stretched into the heavens.
The aether of this world—corrupted as it was—made for fine molding clay. He could take it and weave it through his fingertips easily. Shape it into whatever his imagination desired.
It helped that there were still lingering pieces of Amaurot still drifting on its currents. Ruined and splintered as the Star was, it still remembered what it had been before.
And so from ruins he was able to sculpt something beautiful. The skeletal remains began to rise, reclaiming their realm within the sky. He built it up on a foundation of his memories, from every brick to every pebble.
He could remember the streets, paved and clean and always filled with milling people. The souls glimmering within his mind’s eyes like a rainbow. Specific faces he couldn't quite recall, but there were certain characters he remembered seeing.
A group of individuals clustered together in friendly debate. Children laughing and playing as they ran through the streets.
Those happier days. Those days he’d spent with her.
Would you even remember any of this now as you are?
There was no denying that glimmer he had seen within Hydaelyn’s champion. Faded and dimmed as it was, he still knew Azem’s soul.
If only he could get her to understand. Perhaps, if he brought her here she would. Maybe, just maybe she would look upon the towering majesty of Amaurot and know why they were so desperate to restore its glory?
Were she anyone else—any other plain, sundered being—he would’ve destroyed her and her companions without a second thought. Just like any other pest that stood in the way of their plans. But this was different—this was her. Or a part of her at least. And it had made its way to him.
And he was willing to give her and her scions a chance. Perhaps this shard of Azem’s soul might prove herself to stand above the rest of these pitiful creatures? One chance. He would give her one chance.
To prove herself. To understand.
And then maybe...just maybe....he would have her back at his side once more.
FFXIV Write 2021 #15: Thunderous
Was that his heart beating within his chest? Fluttering so hard that it might escape from within his body? With each step he took across the dais its racing seemed to grow stronger. Was her nervous?
He was experiencing quite an intense whirlwind of emotions right now. Excitement, determination, fear, anxiety, uncertainty. As well as doubt wiggled in a deep corner of his mind.
What if this doesn’t work? What if they brought about such a great sacrifice for nothing? Elidibus felt sick at the thought. He could not bear to imagine such a betrayal. This had to work. It would work. For his Star. For his people.
He spared a silent glance for those who stood around the edge of the platform—the members of the Convocation who would lead the ritual. He tried not to let it sting his heart too much when he only counted twelve present. And he truly doubted if he looked out into the sea of faces beyond, he’d find whom he was looking for.
Azem had been firm in her stance. She would have no part in this—condemned it even. That much had been clear when she stepped down from her office. Despite the pleading and warnings and everything else, she had turned her back on them.
How the Emissary wished her mind could’ve been changed. Azem’s encouraging presence would’ve empowered him. He felt with the Traveler there he would’ve walked more surely instead of with a tremble in his gait. He had always looked up to her—always wanted strength like hers.
So he tried his best right now to emulate it despite not truly feeling it.
In his search did meet Lahabrea’s gaze though. The Speaker’s words from early echoed within his head.
“If you are too anxious to do this, Elidibus, then you can let one of us take your place. It does not have to be you.”
He considered the words a thousand times in the hours before the ceremony. How easy it would be to place this burden on someone else’s shoulder. But no he couldn’t. He had said it would be him and him alone to do this. Him who would make the greatest sacrifice of all. This had been his idea after all. And the thought of having to sacrifice any of the other Convocation—whom had had come to know as family— for a duty that was met to be his sent a twist through his heart.
So no...he could not have accepted Lahabrea’s offer in good conscious.
So he pushed the storm of emotion down deep within himself. He needed to be seen as strong before all in attendance. He was Eidibus—Emissary. And one who would lead them unto salvation.
Standing taller he stepped onto the middle of the dais where the sigil for the summoning had been carved. It was time.
FFXIV Write 2021 #13: Oneirophrenia
Urianger in his few months of knowing the pixies felt there were two very important facts about them. They were rather friendly, little creatures. And they were mischievous little devils. Fond of mayhem they were always trying to find little tricks to play on visitors to Il Mheg.
And Urianger was their favourite playmate. The mysterious elf who spoke with a funny voice and who had taken up residence in one the old mortal dwellings. He absolutely delighted them. Mortals never stayed in Il Mheg; they feared the fey and usually tried to pass through quickly when traveling its roads.
