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Un-beta'd, rough shitty writing tumblr of @mirror-alchemist. Under AO3 and FFN with the same name (more or less). Mostly of fanfics but original stuff may show up too. -obligatory pls don't claim these as your own/repost but reblogs are totes cool- -obligatory I don't know any intellectual properties except for OCs that may appear-  

[mirroralchemist]

Hi Hello! It’s been a bit, sorry. December was mad crazy with uni and work. So I didn’t have a chance to do a monthly writing update. I will start that back up in January.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing though. I got plenty of links to stuff I’ve been uploading on Ao3. Since it’ll take forever to link them one by one I’ll just do a batch here.

Seek Joy is my current “long fic”. Basically abridged in-between moments of Uri/WoL/Than.

True Strike was my response to the Bookclub’s Novel Pairing challenge back in Aug. 2022. It’s a friendship fic between my WoL and Hamon Holyfist. Monk/Pugilist needs more love

Celestial Guidance was a Urianger & WoL friendship fic. I wanted to start writing more of the little moments between Urianger and Ami before they got together. Their path to being together is more subdued.

Pure Indulgence is exactly what it says on the tin. It’s Estinien/ WoL(feat.Emotional Support Gremlin Thancred) because I cannot control myself and I love the dynamics between Dragoons and Monks when we party up. This is a NSFW fic

The First Step is an attempt at an origins fic for Ami. It had been mulling in my mind for some time and I figured I’d put it out there finally.

The Moon Sinks, the Stars Dim  is another Urianger & Wol friendship piece. It was very short, and it came about during my yearly NG+ run of ARR and I had reached *that* moment.

Warm Affections is my response for the Bookclub’s Top Tropes Challenge for Jan. 2023. I just wanted to write some fluff between Ami and her Chocobo, that’s it, that’s the fic

[mirroralchemist]

November 2022 Writing Update

Hi hello I’m almost done with the semester, it’s the finals countdown

Word Count: 332

Notes: I suddenly decided since I have an apartment in Shirogane I worked it to have it be like three people living there you can check out the design HERE. But anyway here is how I think it would come about.

“It’s nothing troubling. Just, I have a proposition I wanted to get both of your opinions on.”

At the mention, both took a seat beside me on the bed. How many times have we sat like this? Far too many to count but when we were like this I knew I could speak my thoughts freely. It gave me comfort to find people I can be like this around.

“I haven’t been completely honest about why I wanted to come to Kugane as our first trip as traveling companions. Of course I wished for you both to see my homeland. Getting to explore these lands with you two has been a longing of mines since we went to Old Sharlayan. I know that the Scions are in the public ‘disbanded’. But I know that the Rising Stones have become something like a home to us. It’s hard to go back to a home when it could arouse suspicion of our agendas. So… I propose we make a new home; for the three of us.”

Neither man hid their surprise at the suggestion. Which only made my blush deepen as I fiddled with my ring.

“I have an apartment in Shirogane,” I explained, “Always had it and I used it if I wanted to just have a private moment from the public. I had been talking with the caretaker there and they said it was fine to have a couple additional tenants. I told them we’re a family you see…”

The silence stretched on far longer than I expected. Perhaps I was making assumptions again. Perhaps there were content with how things are.

Thancred’s chuckle broke the silence.

“So considerate you are,” he mused, “I am not opposed to the suggestion. To have a home just for us is rather appealing. No more deciding whose room to sleep in.”

Urianger had grown quiet. He looked at us. Then himself. It was then his expression grew nervous.

“Thou wouldst have ample room for tomes?”

[mirroralchemist]

October 2022 Writing Update

I’m halfway through the semester OTL

Word Count: 327 Notes: I’m still working through my Endwalker pieces (which I’ve started to upload on my Ao3). When I’m testing on my third person writing I like to do it in Thancreds’ PoV because he’s my comfort character. But anyway just a thing aboard the Ragnarok

‘Have faith.’

Those were the words she mouthed to them as the teleportation magicks took hold over them. He could scarcely keep his consciousness, but Thancred recalled those words well. A hand on his shoulder breaks him out of the dark thoughts threatening to manifest. He looked into the eyes of his husband. He noticed how his brows furrowed as he too worried about their wife. He touched his hand, in some measure to allay the worry from him. He wasn’t sure if his smile reached his own face. His eyes glanced at his hand, where his wedding band laid. He touched the ring, his fingerless gloves a barrier of direct contact. He felt the hum of their wife’s ring. Faint, but it was there. That was enough for him to know she was alive. She was still finding her way back to them.

“Ami’s a strong woman,” he said, “if anyone can achieve the supposed impossible, then it is her.”

“Aye, thou art correct,” Urianger admitted with a small breath.

He gave him a small pat on the back before settling back into his own thoughts. He cast his gaze upwards. His mind still in the process of absorbing being inside a starship, traveling along the expanse. Something seemed to shimmer among the ceiling space. His brow furrowed.

Surely it was a trick of light?

Some inner feeling, perhaps the one that made him so adept at his job, told him otherwise. He put his arms out. In that moment a body emerged from the shimmer. Falling down fast, he barely braced himself in time of the two of them hitting the hard metal floor. Everyone’s attention soon focused to the woman in his arms.

If it were any other moment, he would muse on having his wife in his arms and her own penchant for flair.

But there was the matter that said woman was looking as though she was ready to greet Death.

“Ami!”

[mirroralchemist]

September 2022 Writing Update

IT’S STILL SEPTEMBER I REMEMBER

Word Count: 245 Notes: I decided I was gonna rewrite a few of my Endwalker based one shots now that I’ve gotten more comfortable writing in Endwalker and I’ve had time for these to stew and I did ng+ to settle more of my thoughts. Sage Council is probably my favorite MSQ of EW (nevermind that whole finding people bit).

The muses decided Ami is going Through It™ and her insecurities of when she decided she wanted to be with Urianger :V

She should be here. She should be here holding Urianger’s hand like this She should be here introducing herself as his beloved. Not me. Never me.

I never wanted people to believe I was just replacing her. I wanted to flee. I didn’t want to deal with these thoughts, not now or ever. Urianger’s hold firmed. He knelt to my height, a worry clear in his eyes. His hands cupped both of my cheeks, trying to get me focus solely on him. I felt his thumb stroke along the length of my jaw. It’s not unlike the similar motions Thancred would do when my thoughts became overwhelming. I took deep breaths, letting his soothing acts calm me. The thoughts felt a bit more tolerable under his focus.

“My beloved [little star], thou needn’t worry,” he murmured, “I have confidence they will accept thee as my chosen partner. Thou was by Moenbryda’s side to the last and honor her even now. Surely they will find appreciation in these kind acts.”

“Who do we have here,” asked a feminine voice.

Urianger quickly straightened up and faced the approaching Bloewyda. She glanced at Urianger and I before her gaze focused solely on me. My body immediately straightened at her consistent stare. The anxiousness only seemed to flood back; the urge to flee growing stronger. And yet the same feeling kept me rooted in my spot.

“Blue hair…,” she mumbled to herself, “You must be Ami, are you not?”

[mirroralchemist]

August 2022 Writing Update

Uni is starting up soon so I can’t commit to saying these are gonna be consistent for the fall season, but I’ll do my best

Word Count: 438 Notes: Once upon a time I wanted to participate in Wolianger week. But this was back when I was still getting my feet wet writing Urianger heavily so I never did it. But I did attempt something for the prompt “Cards” for my spring Camp NaNo session and only now starting to type it up. So just a little thing there.

He went to the table to start placing the cards back in order. I watched in silence as he did so. It still took some adjustment to see Urianger unobscured by his clothing preferences. It was comforting to visualize his face in full now. He walked up to me, his vibrant yellow-green eyes reflecting the same kindness and warmth I sensed from him. He plucked the cards that were in my hands. His brows rose in surprise before he chuckled.

“’Twould appear the divine looks favorably upon thee.”

He placed the last cards back in his deck before placing them on the table once more. He took a seat, motioning for me to sit beside him. I gave a nod before obliging in his silent request. Being here like this felt more familiar. Reminders of times past of sitting with him when my travels had me in Vesper Bay.

“Curious?”

He laid the cards in a spread face up. From there I saw the intricate designs on each card. I saw how much care Urianger put into each card. They showed use, but was clear he knew how important they were to him. I felt the gentle hum that was his signature aether among the card deck. Slowly I nodded to his inquiry.

“If thou wouldst allow, I could explain the basics?”

“Oh,” I said in surprise, “I wouldn’t want to pull you away from getting ample rest. We do have a long day of exploration ahead of us.”

“Thou wouldn’t be a burden,” he answered, “To speak plain, I could do well with a distraction. I happened upon Thancred. Distress clear in his usually concealed expressions. Mine attempts to ascertain his mental state ended in failure; mine inquiries met with rebuff.”

“Ah, yes. I may have had a hand in that,” I confessed, “We talked the other night and was met with similar results. I may have not taken too kindly to it.”

His eyes widened slightly. It was clear that out of all the Scions, I was most at ease with Thancred. For me to be irked by his actions (as much as my mind justifies that he’s hurting too) was a worrying thing indeed. Both of us stared at Filia’s sleeping form before turning to look at each other. We shared a mutual look. We would keep watch other the two and step in if needed.

“At the current,” he continued, “My mind is too restless to seek out sleep. ‘Twould be for mine own benefit as well for mine offering.”

When he put it that way, it was hard to say no to him.

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And one more for the road

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Thancred/F!Warrior of Light

The obligatory birthday fic. I actually had it done two weeks earlier but was stubborn and wanted to upload it right on my birthday (which was 8/3). Writing Thancred and Ami banging is always my safety blanket in writing smut lol

This is a NSFW fic

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The links keep rollin in

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Thancred/F!Warrior of Light/Urianger

I had debated a long time on how they would take the next logical step in their relationship. I honestly wrote everything else after this but it didn’t feel right to post it unless I did this first. It touches on some character stuff I never openly revealed about Ami so I hope it doesn’t come out of left field ; u;

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hi hello! I haven’t been keeping up with linking my completed fics so you might get some link post spam <o<. Anywho

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Urianger & F!Warrior of Light

One of the many short pieces I’m still uploading that I did during both sessions of Camp NaNo. But I wanted to write a thing with Urianger and Ami becoming friends. So I did.  You’ve seen a bit of it in my May writing update.

The intent is platonic but I won’t blame you if you see romantic. I’m so used to writing it that it subconsciously gets in there.

[mirroralchemist]

July 2022 Writing Update

Word Count: 683 Notes: A little early because I’ll be more or less away all next week so I won’t have time to upload this. Anywho, I’m in the midst of doing Camp NaNo for July so a lot of handwriting. But I did take the time to type stuff up too so here it is. It’s my own little spin on when Tataru gives you your AF gear for Endwalker. 

In her arms was a set of bundled white cloth. Lying on top was a pair of reinforced gloves. I took the bundle from her, feeling the soft cloth beneath my fingertips.

“You deserve the best Ami,” she spoke, “And for the best I needed all the help I can get. But this set, this one I wanted to pour everything into. So many times you’ve used those hands to protect everyone. I know how much being a monk means to you and how important it is to your identity. I wanted these clothes to be something you can be proud of wearing.”

I noticed how her eyes seemed to warm up afterwards. A feeling caught in my chest, making me misty eyed. A feeling of gratitude I think. She always worked hard for us and it meant a lot to me. The realization sets in of the weight of her words. I pressed the bundle of clothes close to my chest; I could not find any words to say.

“Th-thank you…” I managed.

“Well? Put them on! I want to see how they fit on you. There could be improvements to make on your future gear.”

I nodded as I was ushered into a covered stall to change. I slowly took off the more belted gear I was wearing before. Tataru absolutely thought of everything, even including new chest support wraps. I put on the new clothes, marveling at the softness that never-worn clothes truly have. I blinked when I was fully clothed. Everything fitted so perfectly. It was not new to hear when I’m told that clothes were fitted for my body. With Tataru I actually felt that. The white cloth was so pristine against my own paler complexion. Accented with black and gold, it truly was an ensemble I could see myself wearing. I didn’t think she would take into account my aesthetic preferences as well.

It wasn’t just that. As a fellow weaver, I marveled at how sturdy the stitch work was. They would hold against the new skills I acquired as a Monk. That mistiness grew as I was overcome with emotions. There was clear care and consideration put into this gear. As well as love. My heart thumped at these feelings of love: from friends, my husbands, even Hydaelyn…

I shook my head.

I stepped out of the stall with Tataru’s watchful gaze honed in. I gave a quick turn so she could get a full look at the gear worn.

“Everything feels secure? No missing bits or concerns?”

“It’s perfect,” I said, “Really thank you for this.”

“I am relieved. Trying to find the perfect balance of sturdiness and flexibility to blend with your Monkhood was the challenging part. Had to incorporate some new techniques in it. I figured we’d need all the assurances we can get.

I looked at her, clear in my amazement at the thought. Not that I didn’t think the woman capable, just amazed that people would go through such lengths and efforts for me.

“N-not that I don’t think believe you’ll succeed,” she quickly added, “Rather, because I believe you will I want you to know how much support you have down here. Hilde stopped by the Rising Stones before I came here, had a good long talk about you. Gave me quite a bit of insight.”

“She didn’t regale you stories of my youth did she?”

She gave a non-committal hum. It was a reminder of how dangerous this woman in front of me could be. Especially with my well meaning, but devious, sister.

“I will not confirm or deny that statement. But she did want to deliver a message. She and Constantine won’t be here to see you off, prior duties. But they will definitely be here to see your return home.”

“I’ll return home with everyone, I promise.”

“As you should, your nameday is approaching after all. You joined us just after your twenty-fifth and your twenty-sixth was literally in another world. I call first privilege for your twenty-seventh. After everything I feel I am owed that right.”

[mirroralchemist]

June 2022 Writing Update

Word Count: 453 Notes: Still the same stuff as last month, handwriting and then typing up my projects. I want to say I have a good flow of how I work on writing now but we’ll see. Prepping for Camp Nano for next month with prompts so if an update doesn’t happen, you’ll know why.

Anywho, this is one of my Camp nano stuff I wrote. I wanted to write Ami and Thancred domesticated fluff after EW MSQ.

I thought of the role put upon me now. I somehow became one who lived and remembered. I think I started to understand truly the “Burden of knowledge”. Between those feelings and the unknown of my own future, there was quite a lot on my mind. The others had some semblance of what they wanted to do afterwards. I did not.

Something tickled against my forehead.

Slowly I opened my eyes. I was met with Thancred’s amused expression in his hazel eyes. I blinked at the closeness. He responded with a light-hearted chuckle before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Had a pleasant nap my love?”

I blinked once more. My mind finally caught up to his words. I sat straight up, a blush quickly forming on my face at the realization of the situation. So caught up in my own thoughts I hadn’t realized I fell asleep. Thancred only continued his light chuckling as he petted along my head.

“How long was I asleep?”

“For quite some time,” he admitted, “But you had looked so peaceful so I thought it best to let you. So rarely do we get to see our lovely hero in such a state. Even longer still has it been since I walked in and found a lovely woman sleeping in my bed.”

He emphasized it with his usual joking smirk of his. I responded in turn with a playful push before fully sitting up. He extended his hand to help me out of his before leading me to a chair to sit.

“Any preferences?”

“No. I completely trust you.”

He stilled for a moment. Those eyes of his widened so. His smiled warmed in how genuine he felt.

“I would normally have words about being far too trusting so readily. But it is this aspect I love about you.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but quickly closed it. It sounded so foreign to hear him say he loves me. I haven’t doubted it as much lately as he never tires to show me his love. But hearing him verbally say it is a new experience. It sounded nice coming from his lips.

We fell into silence as he started to comb through my hair. When did he get a comb? My body shuddered at the tingles to my scalp. My mind lulls at the snips of the shears going through my locks. I take notice of the hints of blue strands floating down to my lap.

For someone who claimed he wasn’t qualified, Thancred surely held no hesitation in his cuts.

Knowing about his seemingly endless variety of skills has been a surprising ride.

“I do believe you never answered what you would be doing afterwards.”

[mirroralchemist]

May 2022 Writing Update

Word Count: 514 Notes: Another month another update. I’m still handwriting a lot (I paid all this money for fountain pens and inks so I might as well use it) but I try to find time to type stuff up. This is one of my many Camp NaNo projects I’m slowly typing up. Mainly how a sleepless night begins the fruits of friendship between Ami and Urianger. Contains dubious attempts at Uri-speak

“What ails thee on this night?”

“Oh! It’s nothing important. No need to worry.”

“This I cannot,” he said, “It is my Lady Minfilia’s wishes thou comes to think of our order as close at thine own kin. What troubles burden thee, I wish to aid in dispelling them.”

I take a moment to think on his words. I was…unaccustomed to such warm receptions. Always to myself, knowing that strangers could be so kind was a new experience. Slowly, I nodded. Perhaps having an elder member listening might ease these thoughts.

“This is the first time I’ve been away from my family for such an extended period. I’m used to being able to go back home after running tasks, adventuring is a new experience. And for that new experience, I realized comes with much adjustment.”

I shook my head.

“Not that regret deciding to be one! Nor do I regret agreeing to aid the Scions. I pledged my blade to this cause and I want to see it through to the end. I never considered the other effects that my decision brings.”

“Thou art longing for the comforts of home.”

“A little,” I confessed, “It still feels too ‘new’. So I thought that reading would help me rest. Alas, the selection here is so robust, I have nary a clue what to choose.”

Urianger seemed to have stiffened at my words. I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. A silence fell over us, neither of us inclined to speak. The awkward moments ticked by before he stood by my side.

He is…really tall.

I knew that him being Elezen, their height was expected. Just the realization dawned upon me how tall he really is. He rubbed his chin in thought as he seemingly scanned the shelf. His focus honed in on the top shelf. He reached and pulled a tome, smiling as he presented the item to me.

“Given the late hour, dense tomes make for poor company. I proffer onto thee this collection of poems. A variety of subjects lay within these pages, yet concise in words. These readings may aid in they attempts at slumber.”

I opened my mouth to speak but found myself silent. In just the short time he already formed a suggestion. I was in awe of his readied knowledge. I couldn’t even form an answer.

“M-my apologies if I was too forward. Scarcely do I find another whom share mine affinity for fine literature.”

I shook my head again, giving the man a small smile. I took the tome into my own hands. Our fingers had brushed against each other before I held the item close to my chest.

“You were not being too forward at all,” I assured him, “I appreciate it in fact. Thank you for the suggestion Urianger.”

He gave a small flourish of a bow. His smile even more infectious.

“’Tis no trouble. If thou art ever in need of mine guidance, pray do not hesitate to call upon me. My services, be they leisure or duty, are thine to wield.”

[mirroralchemist]

April 2022 Writing Update

Word Count: 528 Notes: Decided to work on Camp Nano this month. My goal was to write every day; some are errant XIV fics I either shelved for the moment or things I’ve been meaning to write but never got around to. This is more of the latter. The muses wanted me to write Ami and Urianger having a moment about nightmares from Ultima Thule so here you go. 

I blinked the way of the vestiges of sleep. Suddenly it came to me we were short one husband on our bed. Looking around, the darkened room didn’t lend aid into finding my errant husband. I moved Thancred’s hand from my hip. He seemed not too disturbed by my movements. Only replying with a light snore before huddling closer to himself. Lightly running my hand through his ash locks, my smile widened watching him sleep. After all he’s done, what his tasks require of him, and then some, he’s deserved as much rest as he can stand.

At any rate, I leave out of the bed. My bare feet quiet against the wooden floor. The entire apartment was quiet save for the soft ticks of the chronometer on the wall. It was only in this quiet I realized just how spacious this place was with just my lonesome.

Sharing it with two others, it was more homely now.

My search ended quite quickly. A trek to the lounge area, I found Urianger. His gaze focused on the painting of Haurchefant above the lit fireplace. Even without the full intensity of lights his face was etched in worry.

“If you ever feel uncomfortable about the paining,” I said, “just say the word and I’ll take it down.”

His body shook in startled shock before turning his gaze to me.

“No ’tis not the issue my dear,” he replied, “as much as we rely on your support in those we have lost, it is only fair we extend mutual support for your losses as well.”

I responded with a small nod before standing beside him. Our hands quickly joined together.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

He didn’t verbally respond, but the tightening of his grip on my hand was answer enough. I led him to the couch that sat around said fireplace. I sat first, letting out a small contented breath at the plushness of the material. I motioned for him to lay his head on my lap. Those cheeks flushed in a blush before he laid prone on the furniture. His hair felt soft against my bare thighs. I ran my hand through the fringes of hair that framed his face. Seeing his face in full now, I saw that minute expression changes. Still in a state of worry but slowly comforted by my own actions. His body shivered at each stroke against his scalp my fingers made.

“Do you want to talk,” I asked.

For a moment, he remained silent. I was content in what ever decision he makes. I’ve known the man long enough now that expressing his innermost thoughts was a process. But he would always come through to express them in the end. I felt his hand go over mines, our wedding bands touching. I felt that warm flash of his aether. Surely, he felt mines as well. Always a gentle hum that felt intertwined with my own presence; a feeling that has calmed me over many trials since gifted the ring. It was then he looked up. Those usually contemplative eyes, were even more clear showing worry.

“The wounds from our interstellar travels are not easily forgotten..”

[mirroralchemist]

March 2022 Writing Update

Word Count: 321 Notes: Another month, another writing update. This is more of a companion to my Jan. update. Still some Endwalker spoilers though. I was kinda put down that I never really got some special dialogue with Thancred due to me starting in Ul’dah so he was the Scion I met first in-game. So I figured for my EW stuff I’ll throw it in myself because if they became romantically involved or not, he really did have a big influence on Ami as a person

“It has been a long time between us,” he mused, “When we first met under the Sultantree. Never imagined that small instance of meeting would lead us to here. It hasn’t been an easy path; filled with just as much sorrow as it was with joy. And yet, you’ve always taken it in stride. As the man who brought you into this fold and seen you grow from that humble pugilist, I am so proud of you Ami.”

A blush crept up on my face at his praises. Hearing him say those words and the weight of it fills me with pride. I often wondered how different my life would have been if I hadn’t crossed paths with Thancred that day.

“You’ve fought for everyone,” he continued, “hells for me. I often find myself in awe of your resolve and how much you give to others. Even if it hurts doing so. When you can justifiably throw it all away you still go on.

I know I haven’t been the most kind to you at certain times. For that I can only apologize and thank you for your support through it all. It’s only in these moments I reflect back. Bearing witness to all you do, it reminds me of my impact on you.”

“No, please don’t,” I suddenly said, “You don’t need to apologize. Fate hadn’t been the most kind to you. I just..I just wished I knew how to ease those troubling emotions then. Instead of just wishing and hoping I could do more, be more. I don’t blame you for any of that.”

He let out a small chuckle before cradling my jaw under his hand.

“My precious Ami. Even now, you still give so much of yourself. I honestly am fortunate to be in this relationship with you and Urianger. The two of you are far too kind and understanding to an old fool like me.”

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And one more for the road

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Urianger/F!Warrior of Light/Thancred

I had been meaning to write how the three actually get together as a triad for a while. Funnily enough, I liked UriThan so much that not even my Wol can break it so that’s more or less how UriWolThan came about. There’s NSFW content in chapter 2. 

[mirroralchemist]

Hi! I was actually just wondering, since I noticed you're a writer, if you're in the Emet-Selch Discord group?

((I don't get notified when I get asks for some reason so hecka sorry if it this is late (because I don't get timestamps either) and you felt that I ghosted you OTL))

WHY YES I AM. I really don't go out of my way to hide who I am there but if you really look you can find me ~u^y

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

And the links continue

Fandom: FFXIV Pairing: Thancred/F!Warrior of Light

Another fic I had in my notebook written during the downtime between 5.5 and 6.0. It’s a sorta kinda sister fic to Beneath the Stars and Us mostly because it didn’t feel right I wrote fluff for Urianger and Ami but not Thancred and Ami.

So yeah

[mirroralchemist]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Pairing: Urianger/F!Warrior of Light

I had a few papers in my notebook of little fics I wrote while in the downtime before Endwalker so this is one of them. I wanted to experiment with a no dialogue fic so I did. I can’t say if I did a good job but yeah. I had wrote it in mind of a romantic UriWol but if you see more platonic vibes then I’m not gonna stop you.