All of my wolcred posts in one place - all of these are Killian/Thancred, at various stages throughout the story. Most of the below include a little bit of fic and a some gpose, there's one or two days with a little lighter in the words category.
#songs of the cinder sea for all of my Killian/Thancred stuff, and keep an eye out on Ao3 if you are a reader. I have some plans. For those unfamiliar, Killian is a male, miqo WOL.
In Order of Day:
Day 1: Astral | Umbral On made up name days...
Day 2: Solace | Eternity an evening in Shirogane
Day 3: Penance | Whisper refusal of aid
Day 4: Fairytale | Synergy of time
Day 5: Yearning | Sea westward
Day 6: Mourn | Pulse
Part 1 and 2 | Part 3Day 7: Nightfall | Dawn So? Scions?
In Order of Chronology:
Day 7: Nightfall | Dawn So? Scions?
Day 1: Astral | Umbral On made up name days...
Day 3: Penance | Whisper refusal of aid
Day 5: Yearning | Sea westward
Day 4: Fairytale | Synergy of time
Day 6: Mourn | Pulse
Part 1 & 2 | Part 3
Day 2: Solace | Eternity an evening in Shirogane
Extras:
Outtakes
Fic: Shirogane Shores
Ao3 - a combo of a previous prompt and the scene from Day 2.
wahhh it’s finally done… it’s late BUT!! i wrote something for wolcred week!!
Pairing: Warrior of Light/Thancred
Tags: post-ARR, mutual pining/pre-relationship (like WAY pre-relationship) (they both assume their feelings are one-sided and they won’t (overtly) say how they feel until almost the end of Shadowbringers), character study, Thancred POV, asexual Warrior of Light, also they’re chronically ill which adds to the context but isn’t directly mentioned in this one
Warnings: brief/non-explicit mentions of sex, ARR spoilers, discussion of pretty common relationship insecurities for (romantic) aces
Thancred tries to make sense of mixed signals.
Two days had passed since Thancred last saw Ibis. They were accounted for—other Scions had spoken to them—so there was no need to fear for their safety. What he was worried about had more to do with their last conversation.
How could you just toy with their feelings like that? Do you have any idea what that feels like?
You’re awful, Thancred.
They walked away before he had a chance to respond, leaving him surrounded by a crowd of his jilted lovers, along with a number of his fellow Scions watching the scene unfold. He looked for them after the commotion died down, but…
He knew they’d been spending nearly all of their waking hours training as of late—but he also knew that they (unlike him) never missed a meal or a full night’s sleep, and he normally would have at least seen them heading to bed. The more time passed, the more certain he was that they were avoiding him.
He knew he’d hurt them, though he was at a loss as to why this upset them so much. Not to say he wasn’t in the wrong; he had no illusions about the number of hearts he’d broken. But he would have expected them to simply tease him for getting what he deserved and move on.
The thought that they might have been jealous crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it as wishful thinking. He distinctly recalled their response to his lavish praise and admission that he was “quite taken with” them, when he asked them to join the Scions: an Oh, thanks! I think? with an oblivious smile. All other attempts to flirt with them had garnered the same reaction.
He also recalled the casual chatter they’d shared one evening over drinks (tea, in Ibis’s case) with a few other Scions. Someone—he was too inebriated at the time to remember who—broached the subject of romantic (and… other) history.
—
“Well? What about you, Ibis?”
Thancred tried to pretend he wasn’t listening with embarrassingly keen interest.
“Me?”
“Aye, I’m sure all of Eorzea’s curious about what sort of person the Warrior of Light goes to bed with.”
“Come on, don’t put them on the spot like that!”
“It’s fine, I don't care,” they spoke up with a nonchalant half-smile. “I think all of Eorzea will be pretty disappointed, though, considering that I’m about as interested in ‘going to bed with’ someone as drinking pond water from the Tangle. …Well, assuming you didn’t mean it in the literal sense.”
“Oh? So you’ve never had any lovers?”
“Aye, well, I’ve had plenty of experience being in love, but…” They trailed off for a moment, continuing when they noticed the expectant eyes on them. “Ah, I mean,” they shook their head, grinning sheepishly, “honestly, I’m no good with that stuff. I get flustered pretty easily, and from what I can tell most people would… expect things from me that I can’t give them, if I ever did have that sort of relationship. You know? It’s easier to just say nothing.”
There was a brief pause. Well, that’s a sad way to look at it.
“Oh, don’t say that! People bed people they don’t love all the time, right, Thancred?”
“R-right.” He kept his eyes fixed on his cup even as Yda elbowed him playfully.
“So I don’t see why it can’t be the other way around!”
Thancred cleared his throat. “Indeed,” he turned towards Ibis, trying desperately to regain some of his usual bravado. “Ibis is quite a catch. Anyone would be lucky to be the object of their affections.”
For a split second their eyes widened and their ears lay flat—before that familiar polite smile returned to their face again. “Ah, well, thank you for saying so.”
—
Taking note of others’ actions and habits, and using that knowledge to decipher their intentions was a skill he took great pride in. So it troubled him to realize that, despite their usual candor—and despite him paying even more attention to them than he cared to admit—he could not always read them.
But…
He remembered more. The way they called his name, on the verge of tears, when he finally woke up as himself after being in Lahabrea’s thrall for so long. How they ran towards him to hug him, stopping short and apologizing when they remembered how serious his injuries were. (How he hugged them anyway.) How insistent they were that what Lahabrea did wasn’t his fault, how they always always asked if he’d eaten enough and gotten enough sleep and…
Whatever the nature of their feelings, it was clear they cared a lot for him—whether or not he deserved it. He needed to talk to them.
—
Three days since he last saw Ibis. He’d impulsively bought flowers from the marketplace—ones he remembered seeing them admiring before—and only now began to question the wisdom of giving flowers in this situation. His flirtatious tendencies were what got him into this, after all.
…No, surely they wouldn’t take it that way. He knew they had an interest in botany—this was a simple gift of something they liked, with no unintended hidden meaning.
…He wondered how familiar they were with flower language. If it would be better or worse if they knew. Or if he would even find them before the flowers wilted.
Something red moved in the corner of his vision, tearing him from his thoughts.
He’d been absentmindedly pacing around Revenant’s Toll, and he somehow wandered outside the gates. On instinct he reached for his daggers, silently cursing himself for letting his guard down, before his eyes could focus in the direction of the movement.
What he saw made him drop his guard again.
The Warrior of Light, dancing in the fields of Mor Dhona. Swift, graceful movements like a bird in flight. Ferocity he’d seen many times in the battlefield mixed with an exuberance he’d only seen brief flashes of. Red hair like fire in the sunlight.
He was so stunned that he forgot that he, too, was out in the open, clearly visible from where Ibis was.
“Ack!”
They startled and lost their footing mid-turn. Idiot. Of course they weren’t expecting to be watched if they were practicing out here. He rushed over to check on them.
“Sorry, are you alright?” He knelt down beside them.
“It’s fine… Falling safely is second nature for me…”
Despite saying that, their voice sounded quite strained. They did, in fact, manage to avoid any visible injuries, so Thancred assumed they were probably just shaken from the fall.
Thancred tried to regain his composure as Ibis sat up on the ground. “My apologies for scaring you—it was not my intention to watch you from the shadows, or to interrupt your practice. I suppose I was so transfixed by the beauty of your dance that I forgot myself.”
They looked away, their eyes downcast, and said nothing.
Perhaps he should just…
“Here,” he held out the flowers to them, not quite making eye contact. “A… peace offering.”
“…Oh!” Ibis threw their hands up, looking somewhat panicked. “No, no, I should be the one apologizing! I mean, it had nothing to do with me! Forget I said anything. Gods, I’m really embarrassed that I acted like that…”
Odd. He certainly hadn’t anticipated them apologizing. And—nothing to do with them?
“I… did flirt with you a few times?” he offered.
“Oh,” they smiled apologetically. “It’s fine, I knew you weren’t being serious.”
He wondered if he imagined the bitterness in their voice.
He wanted to deny it. I assure you I am always serious when it comes to love!
…Something told him that wouldn’t go over well. Besides that, they seemed eager to set the matter aside. And yet…
“…Do I really seem that insincere?” Thancred scratched his head.
Ibis’s face quickly cycled between looks of disbelief, confusion, derision, and genuine concern before settling on something between a nervous smile and a pitying grimace. “Um…?”
That was a yes, then.
It shouldn’t have surprised him—they were far from the first to hear his exaggerated praise and dramatic proclamations of love and assume he didn’t mean a word of it. The fact that he’d said the exact same things to so many didn’t help his credibility, either. Nor did the fact that he was less than forthcoming about the fact that there even were others.
It was only natural. But it stung.
“Sorry…” Ibis finally spoke, apparently sensing his distress.
Thancred shook his head, putting on his most reassuring smile. “Pray do not apologize for being honest. I am glad to know where I stand.”
This did not appear to reassure them, and they continued to avoid his gaze.
Thancred cleared his throat. “Listen…”
They finally looked him in the eyes, albeit apprehensively. Despite all his experience gazing lovingly into the eyes of countless others, meeting Ibis’s gaze almost overwhelmed him.
“You… mean a lot to me, Ibis.” Without realizing, he leaned just a bit closer. “Even if you never believe another word I say, I hope you know that.”
They hung their head slightly, looking up at him through their eyelashes. “I… I do.”
A gentle chuckle. “Glad to hear it,” he reached over and softly ruffled their hair. They blinked rapidly and averted their eyes, but hesitantly leaned into the touch.
They lingered for a moment before Thancred continued . “Then…” Ibis looked back at him as he pulled his hand back and picked up the flowers again. “Will you accept these? For your performance earlier.”
“Ah,” their ears perked up, then they smiled. “Sure.” They began to reach both hands forward, then pulled their left hand back, accepting the flowers with their right hand. Did they…?
“Heehee, it’s been a while since I’ve performed for an audience.” They were cradling the flowers in both arms now.
“Oh? An accomplished dancer as well as Eorzea’s champion, and a formidable martial artist besides?”
“Well, you know,” they tilted their head slightly to one side, still grinning, “when I was little I really wanted to be an idol.”
“Really? Not an adventurer?”
“That too!”
“Does that mean you’re a singer as well? Perhaps we could sing together some time.”
“Oh, I mean,” they scratched their head. “I’m pretty out of practice with that…”
“Well, I’d love to hear it regardless! But I understand if you’d prefer not to. I know full well how daunting it can be to let your voice be heard.”
“I’d like to. Just…”
“You need more time?”
“Right…”
“Then… how about a dance? At the banquet, I mean.”
“Sure! Oh, but…” They grimace slightly. “I should probably warn you that I’m not all that good at dancing with a partner.”
“Ha! Worry not, I’ve lead my fair share of ladies with two left feet before. I assure you I can withstand having my toes stepped on.”
“Heehee, no taking that back later!” Their smile was overly sweet and more than a little ominous. Though he began to fear for the structural integrity of his toes, seeing them joking around again made his heart leap. Gods help me, it’s love, isn’t it?
because I was a little mean with my last one, I wanted to give a follow up today. It doesn't fit the mourn/pulse theme, at all, but it felt like the best thing to follow the previous post.
Prompt list hosted on bluesky: Wolcred Week
Pairing: Killian/Thancred
Timeline: end of EW
Warnings: hurt/comfort
Words: 657
Because I am equally obsessed with Killian's hair...
Thancred, sufficiently scolded for his hovering, tries and fails to make himself busy in the Warrior of Light’s quarters while he gathers himself for the day. By all rights, he shouldn’t be up and about, but Killian carries Hydaelyn’s blessing for one, with its unnatural constitution. But, two, is the most stubborn person Thancred’s ever met. Gladdened isn’t the right word for how he feels seeing him up and about, because the protective sinking in his gut reminds him that the more Killian pushes himself, the more he could re-injure himself. But perhaps comforted is more appropriate for realizing that they finally are through the worst of it.
When Thancred arrived that morning, he found Killian already sitting at his vanity, barely upright and dressed still in his night clothes, staring intently at his make-up tins scattered across the desk. Thancred swooped in to the one he knew held the kohl Killian used around his eyes, deftly opening it for him while the miqo’te swatted at his hand, displeased. He’d snapped at him that he hadn’t needed help, and Thancred surrendered the tin, his proverbial tail between his legs, but hesitant to stray too far even as he distracted himself with making the bed to give Killian the air of privacy.
A wooden thunk has him spinning back around to see that a hairbrush has fallen on the floor, and that Killian, forgetting himself, has tried to reach towards it, even though bending is sure to pull on his injuries. Sure enough, Killian hisses, grabbing at his side. Thancred closes the distance between them in just a few strides. He gently eases him back into a safe position on the chair, urges him to release his side, and picks up the brush for him.
“Let me.”
Killian’s hands are trembling, weak, one finger still dusted black from applying his eyeliner. “Shit.”
The kohl does nothing to help the paleness of his complexion, but it does help make him seem more like himself. In that fact alone, it gives the appearance that he’s a little less injured, a little less ill than he has been. Thancred’s struck by the brightness of his eyes, glazed still with pain as they are, and he leans in to press a light kiss near his temple.
“Please,” he says. “I will not mess up your hair. Let me help.”
Freed from the tie he typically used, Killian’s red hair falls in waves past his shoulders, thick with both his natural volume and also the knots that formed overnight. It’s grown long, and Thancred makes no secret of how he loves the length, running his hands through it and taking his time with the hairbrush.
“I can braid, you know,” he says, to fill the silence as he works out the knots. “A little.” He learned while the twins were young, and would help Ryne with hers sometimes when they were on the run from Eulmore.
“I know.”
“Oh?”
“Well, unless the Vath braided your hair for you.”
“Ah.” He’d forgotten about his own braid. It all seems so long ago now since that time, when they learned about Minfilia and met the Warriors of Darkness. He and Killian had not been together then. “No, the Vath did not braid my hair.”
“Pity, I would have liked to see that.” In the mirror, Thancred watches a corner of Killian’s mouth quirk up, a dash of sunlight across his clouded features, however brief. “Would explain why it was so messy all the time.”
“I never said I was good at it.” Thancred finishes this thought by gathering Killian’s hair at the back of his head, and twirling the hairband around it. The height’s not quite where Killian would place it himself, but close. And it's looser, because Thancred had not wanted to pull too hard. “Just that I could.”
“I liked it,” Killian admits, leaning back into Thancred’s chest, his eyes closing. “Thanks.”
Timeline: ShB for part 1/end of EW for part 2 - It's a mirror
Warnings: hurt/comfort
I…
Y-You scared me. Still scares me seeing you like this. All of you.
Everyone just started dropping. One-by-one, until I was … alone. Knew I was next. But not when. I hardly know how much time passed for me. Could have been days, could have been weeks.
But, five years?! Breaks my heart thinking about it. Must have been exceptionally lonely. But I know you, you probably had the name of everyone in the Crystarium by the second week.
You'll be glad to hear you look more like yourself. I'm no aesthetician, but I cut your hair to the length you like. And shaved your face. I promise I was careful, no knicks. You still won't feel great when you wake, but you should feel better at least getting those bangs out of your lovely eyes.
…
….
… I feel a little silly talking to you like this.
Thancred, there's been something I've been wanting to say for a long time. Might when I get back. I… just haven't been able to…find the right words.
I-I'm not making it up, right? Things are different? It feels like more when we are together now. You can feel it too? I…
Thancred, I lo-
Oh! Oh yes, Tataru. I'll be right there!
…of course ..this is for the better. You deserve to hear this for real.
I, uh, have to go. But you stay with us, Waters, you hear me?
Good day, darling.
It's because of you we get to see the new dawn. Can you feel the sunlight through the window? Hear the celebrations through the Harbour? All for you, for the people you saved, the world you believed in.
Your hair has grown out long.
These days, there's just as much weeping. Krile's had to chase your well wishers away from the Annex. They're holding vigil out there, right on the cliffside, if you can believe it. G'raha's sorting your post for you, stackable ilms high and that's just local from Old Sharlayan and the remaining realm ambassadors.
Urianger will be here soon for your next aether treatment in the hopes your body won't be so determined to reject it this time. We're fighting for you, until you can do so again yourself. We're getting by with less magical healing in the meantime, but, uh, listen, love. You need this, and soon.
I don't know if you can hear me. If you can-
I know it's hard, that you are hurting. Have been so since you first accepted our invite to the Scions.
I know that you probably want naught more than to finally rest away your suffering.
I know it's selfish of us to ask more of you. Selfish of me.
But call me selfish. I've let too many go. I can't - again.
I love you. It's not difficult to say any more. Please, darling. If you have any choice in the matter. Stay with me. Stay. Fight for us, with all you have.
I cannot give you my aether, but you have my heart. I love you. I will say it as long as I have breath in my lungs to do so. It's yours regardless, the very air in my breast and I would sacrifice it all again if it would keep you with us. I know that scares you, but I would.
That you have chosen me to let hold your hand is an honor; so, feel me with you now. I choose us. You've given all of us a gift, another chance. Our lives again, and I won't squander it.
Just Killian for today, but I actually have two planned for tomorrow to make up for it. I didn't like how Thancred's turned out, and I felt like this did better stand alone.
