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healersadjust · 2 years

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XIV write day 1- A Bridge to Cross

Day 1 complete!!!! I’m actually happy with how this turned out. I may work it into some larger works, but here this is!

Thancred/Urianger, early Shadowbringers spoilers. Its not even angsty, can you believe it?

Whatever was between Thancred and Urianger had been put on hold for months. Thancred had stayed with Urianger for some time upon his arrival, but with the chaos surrounding freeing Minfilia, the two hadn’t seen each other in far too long. But with Thancred having returned to Il Mheg, things felt almost natural once more.

Minfilia had gone off to sleep. Urianger offered his bed to her while Thancred and himself set up the spares, which she gratefully accepted. The journey had been long and tiresome, especially for such a young person.

The spare beds were easy to set up. Urianger had acquired them in the event that Thancred and Minfilia would need a safe place to stay where Eulmore couldn’t follow, and the crafters at the Crystarium made it foolproof. With plenty of time to kill before Minfilia awoke, the two of them settled for resting on the couch together.

“You know, we may be able to afford a moon or two to spend here,” Thancred said almost nervously. “I don't want to stay in one place too long, especially when it may lend to harm coming your way… But I doubt they would think to check the faelands.”

“I would welcome thy presence,” Urianger said, setting his book aside. “Perhaps I could assist in training Minfilia, should you require it.”

“It would be much appreciated.” Thancred tapped his foot, his expression turning to one of contemplation.

“Prithee, what perplexes thee?” Urianger asked, shifting his body to face him. Thancred shook his head before rising to his feet. He seemed to steel himself, exhaling before the usual confident look returned to his face.

“Would you dance with me?” Thancred asked.

“What for?”

“Humor me,” Thancred said, his palm extended. An invitation. Urianger’s brow knit together as he tried to figure out Thancred’s motive. He knew he was not out to trick him- no, not after their years of friendship and countless hours spent in each other's company.

“To dance without music?” Urianger asked, tilting his head in confusion. “What brings this on?”

“I could hum, if you really wanted,” Thancred chuckled. His hand was still extended, just inches away from Urianger. “Pray, don’t leave an old man hanging.”

Urianger shook his head. “I wouldn’t dare it.” He felt his face warm as he took his hand. It was rough, calloused from the time spent in combat. However, it was pleasantly warm. Urianger stood up gracefully, setting his book down on his seat.

Thancred pulled him into a standard waltz position. Naturally, Thancred took the lead. Urianger couldn’t help his laugh. “Am I thy lady tonight, then?”

“Depends,” Thancred’s eyes met his own. “Would you like to be?”

And like that, Urianger felt just as in sync with Thancred as he had ever been. Their movements were simple, but they stepped in time with each other perfectly. Were someone to walk in, it would likely be assumed they had spent their whole lives together. Their movements were graceful, even despite Urianger’s long and awkward limbs in comparison to Thancred.

“Methinks I would.”

Thancred led Urianger into a spin, his new robes twirling around him beautifully. His spin led into a gentle embrace, Thancred slotted himself beside him, likely to account for the height difference.

“I’m glad, then. It would be difficult to find such a lovely dance partner elsewhere.”

Urianger smiled, turning himself and taking the lead from Thancred. Thancred allowed him, a curious look in his eyes. They resumed their waltz, but Urianger led them through a few more complex steps as they went along. They moved around the room, careful of the stray stacks of books and disorganized papers as they moved.

They hadn’t put a name to what they were. Partners, flirt mates, simply just friends- Urianger wasn’t quite sure where the lines were.

However, Urianger was coming to understand more and more as time passed the meaning behind the saying, “fortune favors the bold.”

They had spent their time building a bridge together for so long- perhaps it was time to cross it.

Urianger took a deep breath before bringing his hand behind Thancred’s back. He led him into a dip, supporting his upper body easily. Their faces were so close, he could feel his breath fanning across his face-

“Kiss me already.”

No need denying such simple requests.

#ffxivwrite2022 #thancred x urianger #thancred waters #urianger augurelt #my writing #ffxiv writing #xiv write day 1 #v time bb #im actually so proud #this WAS gonna be aki and graha but #ive actually had slowdancing thancred and urianger in my head for literal months #and i figured this may be a good time to actually write it :3

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littlemissgeek8 · 2 years

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This picture has sat unfinished in my drafts for ages, but I finally finished/scanned it, so I might as well share. It’s just a cute lil moment between my WoL Dawn and Thancred, sometime probably between Heavensward and Stormblood.

#final fantasy #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #thancred waters #thancred #thancred x wol #lalafell #lalafell wol #my art #i know it's not really popular to ship your lalafell with anyone but i can't help it ;a;#she may be short but she's a grown woman

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hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend · 2 years

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Can’t stop thinking about how Anthea can briefly and on occasion make the Elpis flower change color because they can feel such big emotions and have all these thoughts happening at once that allow them to manipulate dynamis albeit on a small scale compared to the sundered souls and those with less aether. While they never know it it happens and it’s there and it’s a big reason why they make so many mistakes when it comes to their creation magics. It also saddens me a bit that they never find out and they never know that’s why they just can’t seem to get things right, but it’s their strength too as they created the thing that would save the star thousands of years later.

They forget just how they felt in creating it the first time around but if they did Anthea would surely have broken down and cried. Maybe I should though. Maybe post-Endwalker when they’ve found Hythlodaeus, or their sundered souls have more accurately, and are living together happy and have gotten their memories back when the WoL visits them they recount their adventures and they get to how it was them that told them about the Elpis flower that led to them going to the past wherein Anthea told them about how much doubt they had of themselves and still view it as one of their mistakes despite its beauty, and it’s in this retelling that WoL tells them that it was their creation and passing thought of wanting to make something to embody man which brought it forth helped in saving the star.

Like this whole time even years later they harbored some of that self doubt, having been glad of the sundering, and just thought that nothing much ever came from what they made in the past, to now finding this out just makes them cry and cry and if one of the Elpis flowers were there it wouldn’t glow purple-ish in color because their tears aren’t in sadness but it glows closer to their blue color as a sign of relief, happiness, and admiration type of feeling. And WoL doesn’t just tell them about the Elpis flower but asks of all the things they can remember making and figuring out what is what and telling them about their own experiences with it and what others see and even better that WoL knows about what was on the First as well and can tell Anthea about that too.

Later on WoL is gonna send down a little batch of them from Labyrinthos to have in their garden and for the first time truly see the color that it changes to when Hythlodaeus dances with them in an impulsive, lovey dovey moment….and it’s violet. And it’s okay for it to be because (imo and how I believe it to work/want it to work) the meaning behind it is love, not the sorrow from when it’s first seen to be that color.

#like the flower taking on colors for how the person views emotions and so while there may be some common threads #it’s all different and unique for each person/group of people #because when hyth asks the WoL to show them love it glows a pink color for sib and like a firey red for demos #and for Sib at least when she’s showing the watcher it turns from pink to whatever color it would be for Thancred #and it eventually adapts to having the two colors right in front of their eyes as again last time it did they weren’t looking #and it happened after they had woken up next to each other #and Thancred has higher influence on it since he can’t control or just as easily gain access to his aether anymore #anthea oc #anthea headcanons #x: as long as you exist

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pervasivethrenody · 7 months

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Thank y'all so much for commenting/liking/reblogging. My sacred mission is to fill the Thanuri tag with (hopefully) pretty pictures, so I'm happy when you like something I share.

That mission got derailed when I dropped off the earth for a month or so. So, uh, it turns out I didn't sit on my leg the wrong way! After my last post, it just got weaker and weaker until I needed to be wheeled into urgent care. I went to a follow-up, and a very alarmed orthopedist sent me to have an MRI done at the nearby ER because it's faster to get one that way. Hours later, I'm in an ambulance. Over five days the doctors did a spinal tap, 5 or so more CTs/MRIs, and an X-ray, and ordered about 20 vials of blood, and finally told us it was neuroinvasive West Nile Virus.

Uh, did you know it could attack your brain or give you partial limb paralysis? Or it could unalive you or someone you care about?

I sure as fuck wish I had!!!

Consider this a dire warning that may save your ass. Protect yourself.

For the last month I have been exhausted. Everything takes more time and effort to do, hobbling back and forth with a useless leg. Will it get better? They don't even know. I have had zero creative energy, much less life energy.

But I tried.

To wit: a feeble offering. I got to the end and just kind of...it was nothing close to what I wanted, but I didn't have the will to change it.

God, I was so, so tired.

I decided they're on their way back to their room at the Annex. It's late at night. There's been a scrap of some kind. Thancred's fine. Urianger worries. They don't quite make it back before he has to make sure Thancred's okay.

After:

And that's...it. All that work for so little. That's life. It's not fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Time to sleep, if my body will let me.

Oh, and fuck mosquitoes.

#ffxixv #gpose #thanuri #urithan #thancred x urianger #urianger x thancred #gposers #thancred waters #urianger augurelt

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trustinsighters · 2 months

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Dungeon Dialogue: The Antitower

Pleroma #1 (X: 4.9, Y: 14.5) - Aetherial Path

Poroggo Rivertamer #1: Ribbit? Intruders!? Y’shtola: An aetherial path... No simple thing to create. 　↳ Thancred: ...Let's keep moving. Poroggo Rivertamer #2: None shall pass, ribbit!

Pleroma #2 (X: 3.9, Y: 10.0) - Antitower in sight

Alphinaud: By the Twelve, it's literally upside down! 　↳ Y’shtola: The aether is so dense as to be blinding. Poroggo Rivertamer #3: To arms, ribbit! To arms! Poroggo Rivertamer #3: At last, a challenge! <croak>

First Boss, Before engaging (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Alphinaud: Good gods, what an enormous poroggo! 　↳ Thancred: They must provide excellent board here.

First Boss, During the fight (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Zuro Roggo: Croaaak! Who dares approach the tower!? Ones with ears to listen!? How wonderful! Zuro Roggo: Me may mah mo, me mo ma me～♪ Zuro Roggo: Someday we'll find it, the─<croak>─connection～♪e may mah mo, me mo ma me～♪ Poroggo Choirtoad: The lovers～♪ Poroggo Choirtoad: The dreamers～♪ Zuro Roggo: And meeeeee!♪

First Boss, After defeating (X: 3.9, Y: 6.5) - Zuro Roggo

Zuro Roggo: It's...it's not easy being... <croak> Alphinaud: I pray I never hear that song again... 　↳ Thancred: Right, into the aether we go.

The Lowe Reaches #1 (X: 16.0, Y: 15.8) - Aetherial Sea Shore #1

Thancred: Is this it, then? The aetherial sea? 　↳ Y’shtola: This is the shore, you might say. Spriggan Doorkeeper #1: Open doooooors, kill you deaaaaaad! Spriggan Doorkeeper #1: Go away! Faaaaaar away!

The Lower Reaches #2 (X: 13.8, Y: 14.0) - Aetherial Sea Shore #2

Spriggan Doorkeeper #2: Not shiny! Not pretty! Do not want! Do not need! Alphinaud: More homunculi! 　↳ Thancred: We'll deal with them like the rest. Spriggan Doorkeeper #2: Pretty tower! Our tower! All for us! Not for you!

Second Boss, Before engaging (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Alphinaud: All these spriggans here... 　↳ Y’shtola: I imagine they were drawn to the crystals.

Second Boss, During the fight (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Ziggy: Ziggy save everyone! Ziggy heeeeeero! Ziggy: Ziggy boooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy zoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy biggie pretties time! Ziggy Ziggy hey! Ziggy: Ziggy shoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy super beam time! Ziggy Ziggy hey! Ziggy: Ziggy pshoooooom! Ziggy: Ziggy doooooom!

Second Boss, After defeating (X: 14.5, Y: 13.9) - Ziggy

Alphinaud: That was tougher than I expected... 　↳ Y’shtola: Come, the lowest level awaits.

The Upper Reaches #1 (X: 13.7, Y: 9.6) - Antitower Interior #1

Alphinaud: Even the candles burn upside down... 　↳ Y’shtola: How very Sharlayan to obsess over useless details.

The Upper Reaches #2 (X: 16.3, Y: 9.6) - Antitower Interior #2

Thancred: Defenses for the innermost sector, eh? 　↳ Alphinaud: Can't lower our guard even for a moment!

Third Boss, Before engaging (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Alphinaud: Those dolls are the guardians of the viewing chamber? 　↳ Y’shtola: Have care─I sense tremendous power from them!

Third Boss, During the fight (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Calca & Brina: We'll cut your strings! Calca & Brina: Charging into unknown halls! Calca & Brina: You are mindless cretins! Calca & Brina: Yip-ho-ho!

Third Boss, After defeating (X: 16.2, Y: 7.6) - Calcabrina

Thancred: We've come for you, Minfilia... Alphinaud: So this is the closest point to the aetherial sea...Y’shtola: The aether here is almost too much for my eyes.

The Antitower Dungeon Dialogue Infographic

#FFXIV #Heavensward #Dungeon Dialogue #The Antitower #Duty Support #Thancred #Y'shtola #Alphinaud

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nayci · 21 hours

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Tagged by the lovely @keldae. (I didn't forget about this I swear…)

Thing of note, I am an unashamed Canon x OC/Reader fan soooo take that for what you will. lol

3 Ships

Joshua Rosfield/Suraya Murdoch (Final Fantasy 16) These two have lived rent-free in my head and my soul since Final Fantasy 16 game out. Still waiting for it to come to PC so I can actually play it but I digress. Hasn't stopped my brain from coming up with something. Somehow their story ended up being childhood friends to lovers to boot. Normally I go for an older man, younger woman vibe. But for these two? It's reversed and it's wild and I adore it. Joshua being the inheritor of the Rosarian Duchy and Suraya being the adopted daughter of Rodney and Hanna Murdoch. So, the two of them inadvertently got pushed together during the early years since her father wanted her to get the most out of her upbringing, self-defense being a top priority along with her studies. Suraya was and still is incredibly protective of Joshua's happiness and hated his mother with a burning passion for how she treated all of them, even to her own detriment. That said, Joshua formed feelings first when they were children, but never had a chance to speak of them before the fall of Phoenix Gate. So it was years before anything could happen. Suraya on the other hand, never had a chance to even think about it until they were reunited, and she had to come to terms with the fact that her ten-year-old friend was no longer a boy, but was actually a young man determined to bring her the happiness and joy she gave him, should she wish it.

Vergil/Alya (Devil May Cry) These two shitheads have also been living rent-free in my head since 2019 and have given me at least five different massive fanfic reworks since then. And it continues to morph and change so I just keep flipping my desk over at this point. Anyway, for these two it was never an overt thing. They pretty much fell together without ever explicitly talking about it as neither was looking for a relationship. Behind the scenes Dante was over Vergil's bullshit, Trish and Lady were over Alya's bullshit, and Nero was like: fuck that I'm not getting involved, and watched from the sidelines with Nico who had a betting pool that everyone was in on much to the pair's annoyance after the fact. Either way, Alya wanted answers after her father was murdered and Devil May Cry is who ended up coming to her aid. To that end, it opens up a massive can of demons and angels. But those angels aren't your traditional light and loving kind. Having the upbringing Vergil had, or lack thereof after his mother's death, he was always wary about opening up again, and in many ways still is, but Alya takes it in stride. And for that, Vergil is silently grateful. In turn, he is her protector and rock, and a good listening ear. What he can't say in verbal words, he will say in written poetry. This is more of my status quo, older man, younger woman vibe, but with the added bonus of magic, demons, and a slow-burn romance.

Graha Tia/Khulan Noykin (Final Fantasy 14) Listen, when I got into Final Fantasy 14 back during ARR, me and my Warrior of Light didn't think too much of the Allagan cat boy. He was a friend, nothing more to her at the time, and while she did mourn for him when he locked himself in the Crystal Tower, she also understood. Plus, she was dealing with her own feelings for a certain rogue bard soon-to-be gunbreaker. It wasn't until Shadowbringers that Graha Tia came in dropkicking Khulan in the face, and Thancred being a complete ass didn't help. Khulan during this time saw much of herself in Graha Tia's willingness to die for a cause and hated it. Not him of course, but seeing a mirror of some of your faults is never a fun thing. As their friendship developed after defeating Emet Selch, it eventually became a dance around the subject of feelings. Graha never feeling like he was good enough for her and Khulan feeling the exact same way but of herself towards him. Everyone else saw it as it was blatantly obvious, but the events of Endwalker came before anything could become of it. Khulan ends up in a dark place during this time, almost robotic like her ARR self, but a lot more deadly than her early days of being just an arcanist. It's when she begins losing her friends that the walls around her heart begin to break, and Graha's sacrifice was the breaking point. When all of it was over and they were back home, the two of them start to explore something more as Khulan recovered from her fight with Zenos. Now, going into the events of Dawntrail, me nor Khulan know where this is going to go. But hey! it's a new adventure!

First Ship

We're going back to when I was but a small eight/nine year old child and loved Ash and Misty as a pairing. During this time I didn't know what fandom was or that people wrote fanfic and created art. So it was mostly me creating terrible drawings. Did I self insert into pokemon as well? Of course I did! lol

Last Song

"The Phoenix" from Fall Out Boy. I just discovered it after find a GMV for Final Fantasy 16. It was so good I had to find it in my Apple Music and is now on repeat. I regret nothing regarding my hyperfixation.

Currently Reading

"A Court of Thorns and Roses" by Sarah J. Maas. Yes I'm late to the game, but hey! I made it! Am I only on chapter 3? Also yes, but hey, I'll get throgh it eventually.

Last Film

I think it was Mission Impossible 3? It was on at work so it was just background noise.

Currently Craving

A vacation. A true, real, good vacation. Tagging anyone who wants to do it

#Joshua Rosfield #Vergil #Graha Tia #Original Characters

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cinnabun-faerie · 4 months

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FFXIV {May 2022 Masterlist}

✧Group HC & Reactions✧

F!WoL singing Girls/Girls/Boys (Lyna, Minfilia, Y'shtola, Ysayle)

WoL buying a house in Ishgard (Aymeric, Estinien, Haurchefant, Lucia)

WoL being taller than them (Aymeric, Emet-Selch, Estinien, Fandaniel, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Y'shtola, Zenos)

Sick WoL (Aymeric, Urianger)

Miqo'te!WoL who bunts & purrs subconsciously when they're around (Ardbert, Artoirel, Erenville, Gaius)

Worst moments ffxiv character could confess to the WoL / Asking the WoL to marry them (Haurchefant, Emet-Selch, Urianger)

Fandom Dads - He escorts you down the aisle (Barbatos, Edmont de Fortemps, Estinien, Lucifer, Shota Aizawa, Simeon, Thancred, All Might, Urianger)

Special Threesome HCs (Zenos x Reader x Fandaniel)

They comfort the WoL after they receive some bad news (Emet-Selch, Urianger)

Antagonists & the films they'd choose for movie nights (Emet-Selch, Fandaniel, Hermes, Zenos)

How they'd protect their beloved WoL if they met someone who made them feel uncomfortable (Artoirel, Aymeric, Estinien, Haurchefant, Hythlodaeus, Urianger)

How they’d handle the Ishgardians' negativity towards genderfluid!WoL

WoL that absolutely loves picking fights with others for the sake of thrill or battle glory (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola, Zenos)

WoL gives them a flower crown (Alisaie, Alphinaud, Estinien, G'raha Tia, Thancred, Urianger, Y'shtola)

Tank!WoL is reckless yet protective of their S/O (Alphinaud, Urianger)

✧Solo HC & Reactions✧

G’raha with a Miqo’te WoL S/O

Crystal Exarch realizes that the WoL is using his old bow he left behind when he sealed himself away in the tower

WoL misses Alphinaud so much that they pay him a visit in Garlemald

Estinien Proposal HCs

Aymeric Proposal HCs

WoL finding out Y'shtola can purr

Artoirel Proposal HCs

Alphinaud Proposal HCs

Whenever Miqo'te!WoL and Y'shtola sit together, their tails unconsciously wrap around the other's

Haurchefant Proposal HCs

G'raha Tia Proposal HCs

Emet-Selch playing Neath Dark Waters for the WoL

Y'shtola Proposal HCs

Alphinaud reacts to an Asexual WoL

With a demisexual lover who confesses to their crush, who doesn’t care/is using them

Alphinaud with a sick S/O

Fandaniel Proposal HCs

Zenos Proposal HCs

Urianger Proposal HCs

Thancred Proposal HCs

Gaius Proposal HCs

Erenville Proposal HCs

#ffxiv masterlist #2022 masterlist

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soaring-minuet · 9 months

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Drunken Mistakes and Realizations.

Pairing: Hancock Fitzgerald x OFC.

Word Count: 4,165.

Also on AO3.

This is combined with the original prompt that @toomanywols sent me not terribly long ago, since it takes place the very next morning. It starts under the cut. Pleas enjoy!

“Drinking your sorrows away isn’t healthy, my friend.”

Aisling’s ears sprang up at the sound of Hancock’s voice and she gazed over her shoulder at him.

“What the hells are y’doing here?”

“Ah, Tataru sent word that you may be in a delicate mood following Thancred’s visit and bade me to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, I beg to differ, seeing as your speech is slurred. Just how much saké have you had ?”

“Not ‘nough to put up with your badgering.”

Hancock released a heavy sigh and pushed a hand through his hair.

“I’m not badgering you, Aisling. I am simply worried about you. I can tell when someone’s had too much to drink and you clearly have.”

She glared at him and opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, he snatched the ochoko from her hand and gulped the saké down himself.

“ Hey ! What was that for?”

“As I told you,” Hancock replied, taking a seat next to her, “you’ve had too much already.”

“Yer an asshole,” she grumbled.

“If I'm an asshole for worrying about your liver, so be it.”

Aisling glared at him for several more moments before finally huffing in indignation and turning her attention away from him, folding her arms across the table and resting her chin against them. Hancock watched her silently, choosing his next works carefully as to not aggravate her any further.

“So, do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? There’s a chance that it may help you clear your head and ultimately feel better.”

“What’s it to you?”

A small frown crossed Hancock’s face and he slid his glasses off, resting them on the table.

“You being my bodyguard on our expeditions to Mount Rokkon aside, I would like to think that if we aren’t friends at this point, that we’re at least acquaintances. And, like I said before, I happen to be worried about you. I didn’t take you for one to drink until you passed out when upset. I took you more for the punching walls type.”

His attempt at humor caused Aisling to face him, the tiniest traces of a smile on her lips. “I’ll have to remember that the next time you piss me off.”

Hancock chuckled quietly. “Considering that I happen to like my handsome visage, mayhaps I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said jokingly before lightly resting a hand on her shoulder. “But in all seriousness, mind telling me what’s wrong?”

Aisling gave a defeated sigh before lifting her head off her arms and resting it on his shoulder, causing his heart to leap into his throat. Oh. He had been expecting her to tell him off, not this . He gulped quietly and somewhat awkwardly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a small squeeze. He could only hope that she was too intoxicated to notice his bright red cheeks or the fact that his arm was trembling.

“Thancred came by earlier and said that we had to talk,” she mumbled, nestling into Hancock’s shoulder.

“Go on,” he urged her gently, barely able to hear his own voice over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.

“He told me that he had fallen in love and started a relationship with the Warrior of Light,” she whispered, her voice wavering.

“Would I be correct in assuming that you had feelings for him?”

“Yeah, I have. For quite a while now.”

“I see,” Hancock said quietly, trying to ignore the jealousy gnawing at his insides. “If you don’t mind me asking, what stopped you from telling him sooner?”

“We had a falling out after the death of a good friend. It was exacerbated when I developed feelings for Tsuyu.”

“If you can forgive my bluntness, then why would you expect a relationship with him now? Expecting him to wait for you while you tried pursuing somebody else is frankly selfish and a bit naive.”

Aisling was silent for a long moment before sighing.

“I ‘spose you have a point,” she mumbled.

“Don’t I usually?”

“Your cockiness is both undeniably frustrating and extremely attractive.”

Hancock blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her comment. Before he could think of a retort, Aisling had leaned up to press her lips against his. His heart skipped a beat at the sensation of her lips and a shudder went down his spine. How long had he been wanting this? Far longer than he was willing to admit, that was for sure. However, it was only the briefest moment before his logic reminded him that she was drunk and that this was wrong .

So Hancock therefore placed a hand against Aisling’s shoulder and gently pushed her away, causing her to pout at him.

“What’s wrong? Isn’t this something that you want?”

“Just because I want it doesn’t change the fact that it’s wrong , Aisling. I would much prefer it if you were kissing me because you wanted a relationship with me, not simply because you happen to be drunk and I happen to be here. Because as much as the Lover knows that I want to be with you, I would very much not like to be a second choice because you can’t have the one you want.”

Aisling looked surprised at Hancock’s words before burying her head into her hands, her ear pressed against her head.

“I’m sorry! You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Her incessant babbling coaxed a light chuckle from Hancock and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Of course you weren’t thinking, Ais. You’re drunk. So there are no hard feelings, I promise you. How about we get back to the inn, so you can get some rest?”

Aisling nodded her head and gave him a wobbly smile. “As long as you promise to help me back there.”

Hancock looked surprised for a moment before smiling. “That can be arranged,” he told her, reaching for his glasses and sliding them on.

“Thank you, Hancock,” Aisling said as he helped her stand up. “You’re a good friend.”

A loud laugh escaped his throat in response as he wrapped an arm securely around her shoulders. “I would remind you to tell me that when you’re sober, but I nonetheless appreciate the sentiment. Though, do try not to puke on my kimono. I am quite partial to it.”

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The next day, Hanock left the Ruby Bazaar offices in the early afternoon to make his way to the markets. He was worried about how much Aisling had had to drink the night before and wanted to personally check up on her. Mayhap he would buy some lunch for himself and split it with her if she was feeling well enough to eat. If he was being honest with himself, he was still flabbergasted over her drunken actions. While the logical portion of his brain understood she had acted the way she did because of the sake, a small part hoped that she was acting upon some unbeknownst feelings for him.

Hanock let loose a humorless chuckle at the thought of Aisling having feelings for him of all people and shook his head at himself. As far as he knew, she still saw him as an overly cocky and rather shady merchant. He knew that she did not like Lolorito one bit after the events of the bloody banquet and could only assume that her views of him were adversely affected as a result. Which, if his suspicions about her past were true, hurt him deeply.

But he also knew full well that he had no one to blame but himself, since he had abandoned her in favor of Lolorito all those years ago. He briefly wondered how things might have been different between them had he not left before pushing the thought away. There was no way of changing the past, so there was no use pondering about what could have been. Besides, he couldn’t even be completely sure that she really was his old friend. It could merely be someone who resembled her and he was being uncharacteristically nostalgic.

Alright, Hancock , he told himself sternly. That’s quite enough ruminating for now. He had matters to tend to, like getting some lunch and making sure that Aisling hadn’t managed to choke on her vomit during the night. Therefore he settled on some food from a restaurant he was partial to before journeying to the Bokairo Inn. Upon arriving at his destination, he gave a nod to the innkeep and made his way to the room Aisling was staying in. When he was in front of her door, he sucked in a breath before calling out softly.

“It’s Hancock. Are you alive in there, my friend?”

There was a long enough period of silence to make him begin to fear the worst before Aisling finally responded.

“Come on in!”

Hancock released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and slid the door open, stepping inside. He found Aisling sitting cross-legged on the tatami, wearing a pajama top that was a little too short and cropped sweatpants. His eyes lingered momentarily on her just visible navel and he instinctively swallowed, feeling his cheeks warm. He then mentally scolded himself for his dirty gaze and averted his eyes, raising a hand in greeting.

“Good afternoon! It gladdens me to see you looking so well. I must admit I was worried about you.”

Aisling gave him a cheeky grin in response. “While it’s kinda cute that you were worried, I know full well how to deal with hangovers. I can outdrink most of the Scions, I’ll have you know.”

Hancock blinked in surprise, though he frankly wasn’t quite sure if it was because she found his concern cute or her claim about drinking. His surprise must have been obvious, since she laughed.

“You clearly were not expecting that .”

“No, I can’t say that I was. You have a special talent for surprising me, it would seem.”

“That’s only because you’re just so damn easy to surprise,” Aisling replied, giving him a wink.

Blushing the slightest bit, Hancock looked away from her sheepishly. He had a feeling this woman would ultimately be the death of him, though not that he actually cared . After a few moments, he returned his attention to her and cleared his throat.

“I brought some lunch over for myself. Though there is more than enough here to share, if you’d like?”

It was Aisling’s turn to look briefly surprised, but then she smiled at him.

“That sounds great! Thank you!”

Hancock returned her smile and began dishing out the food. She watched him wordlessly for a couple moments before reaching out to presumably help him, causing her knuckles to lightly brush against his. He flinched at the unforeseen contact and jerked his hand away, feeling a shiver go down his spine. His eyes frantically darted to Aisling only to notice a soft pink hue cross her cheeks, which did nothing for his rattled nerves. He shut his eyes and took several deep breaths to calm himself, feeling his skin tingling from the brief contact. He hadn’t the slightest clue why Aisling would be flustered, but he did know that now wasn’t really the time for him to make sense of it.

Once he had regained his composure, Hancock returned his attention to Aisling and held up a dismissive hand.

“Oh, there is no need to help, my friend! I should hope that I can at least dish out some food without the assistance of a battle-hardened Scion such as yourself,” he said hurriedly.

“That seems fair enough,” Aisling said, shrugging. “After all, I do need to do all the work while we’re on the mountain.”

Hancock playfully scoffed at her comment before realization dawned on him, causing him to tilt his head at her.

“Ah, yes! My apologies for not asking sooner, but how are you holding up?”

Aisling shrugged again, her ears twitching the slightest bit. “I’m still hurt, but I think I’ll be okay. Thank you, by the way, for checking on me both last night and today. It means a lot.”

“I believe that Tataru is the one you should be thanking, as it was she who clued me in on the situation. But, nevertheless. I consider you a friend, so it was the least I could do.”

“I stand by what I said last night. As infuriating as you can be at times, it turns out you are a pretty good friend.”

For what seemed like the upteempth time, Hancock felt himself blush from Aisling’s comment. Yes, this woman would definitely be the death of him. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to mask it with a cough, and then motioned toward the food.

“Shall we eat before the food gets any colder?”

His attempt at changing the subject didn’t go unnoticed by Aisling, who grinned at him.

“While that’s not a bad idea, you should know that your habit of changing the subject whenever you’re flustered is incredibly obvious.”

Hancock’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by her before he could.

“Less chit chat! You wanted to eat, remember?”

He was only capable of bobbing his head in an idiotic nod before all but shoveling food into his mouth, coaxing a guffaw from Aisling. The pair then drifted into a comfortable silence and Hancock eventually slowed his pace so he could actually enjoy his food. It wasn’t until the food was finished and everything cleaned up that Aisling spoke.

“You mentioned after one of our excursions to Mount Rokkon that your lot in life hasn’t been a good one. If you don’t mind me prying, what exactly did you mean by that?”

Hancock, caught off guard by the question, blinked a few times before pushing a hand through his hair and sighing. He then slid his glasses off so he could idly fiddle with the temples.

“My parents abandoned me when I was terribly young,” he started quietly, eliciting a gasp from Aisling, though he paid it no mind and continued. “I spent most of my childhood eking out a living by reselling antique books on the backstreets of Ul’dah. Chairman Lolorito eventually took notice of my intelligence and took me under his wing. I don’t know where I would be today if not for him.”

As he finished, Hancock brought his attention to Aisling, who was focused on him intently. She gave a small smile as she caught his gaze.

“Sorry. If I knew Lolorito had helped you turn your life around, I may have held my tongue when finding out you worked for him.”

But Hancock chuckled lightly and shook his head. “That’s water under the bridge at this point. Besides, I can only imagine how traumatic the events of the bloody banquet must have been to witness. Which is to say that I understand your contempt toward him.”

Aisling looked briefly surprised by this, but then her expression turned somber.

“I understand, you know.”

“Understand what?”

“Growing up without parents. My childhood village caught on fire when I was five summers old. My entire family died, and I,” she paused to begin unwrapping the dressing from one of her hands, “was burned badly.”

She then held her palm out toward Hancock, allowing him to see the scarring on her palm. He felt his heart skip a beat the second he saw it. Though it had faded somewhat with the passage of time, it was unmistakable.

“That scar,” he said. “It’s not your only one from that incident, is it?”

Aisling’s ears twitched from surprise before her eyes narrowed slightly. “No, my other hand, lower legs and feet are also scarred. But, how could…”

Her voice trailed off as realization seemed to dawn on her. “Wait…I had a friend in Ul’dah. He was an impoverished boy and since Godbert Manderville had taken me in, we didn’t spend all our time together, but he always comforted me after the other kids made fun of my scars.”

Hancock reached out and lightly took her hand into his larger ones, tenderly brushing his thumbs against the scarring.

“And he told you that the other kids were being mean because they didn’t understand and not to pay them any mind, correct?”

Aisling’s eyes grew wide at this, tears welling up in them. “You can’t be…”

“I am indeed,” Hancock replied, his voice scarcely above a whisper. “I thought it was you from the moment I saw you, but I couldn’t be entirely sure until you showed me your scar.”

“By the grace of Thal,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Before he could say anything, Aisling tackled him with enough force to knock him onto his back and wrapped his arms around him tightly. She then buried her head into the hollow of his neck and let loose a muffled sob.

“I thought I did something wrong when you suddenly vanished,” she mumbled.

Hancock slid his arms around Aisling and buried his nose into her hair, sucking in a deep breath.

“Nonsense,” he told her, feeling a tear slide down his own cheek. “I assure you that you never did anything wrong and I cannot apologize enough. I should have said something, anything, before leaving with Lolorito and I didn’t. Looking back on it now, I was scared of hurting your feelings. You were the most important person to me and I didn’t want to see you upset.”

But she shook her head and pulled away from his chest so she could instead touch her forehead to his.

“You don’t need to apologize. We’re together now and that’s all that matters. You were able to find a much better life and I’m so incredibly happy that you did. And look how far you’ve come! You’ve become an incredibly powerful merchant and have made your own wealth. As much as I hate Lolorito, I must say I’m impressed.”

Hancock let loose a dry chuckle and cupped her cheeks in his hands, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“Look at me? Look at you. You didn’t let your past trauma define you and you grew into quite the incredible woman. You’re a Scion of the Seventh Dawn, for fuck’s sake. You helped save the entire star.”

Aisling brushed the tip of her nose ever so slightly against his before giving him a sheepish smile.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but getting past my trauma took a really long time,” she said, releasing her embrace so she could show him the burn scars on her right arm, stopping at her elbow.

Hancock gasped quietly at the sight and hesitantly reached out to trace his fingertips against them.

“How did this happen?”

“When I was helping the Warrior of Light try to stop the Amalj’aa from summoning Ifrit. One of them used fire magic and my childhood trauma caused me to freeze up, only being able to throw an arm up to shield my face. I left the fight to get medical attention and spent a good length of time healing, both physically and emotionally.”

Humming lightly in response, Hancock lowered his face to her arm and softly touched his lips to the scars. He then flicked his eyes to hers, feeling his own cheeks warm when he noticed the blush visible on her face.

“Hancock?”

At the whispered sound of his name, Hancock snapped back to reality and hastily pulled back, feeling his heart pounding.

“Apologies! I did not intend to overstep any boundaries.”

But Aisling shook her head and reached up to touch his cheek gently.

“I don’t think you could overstep any boundaries,” she told him.

“Not even when you catch me ogling your bosom?”

“Okay, let’s not push it.”

Hancock laughed and nuzzled against her hand, his lips curling into a gentle smile.

“I hadn’t realized how much I’ve missed you,” he said quietly.

“Same. I never thought I’d see you again. If I would have known it was you sooner…”

It was Hancock’s turn to shake his head and he placed a finger to her lips.

“Oh, shush. You had no way of knowing. I also could have spoken up sooner, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself if I was mistaken. So pray do not place the blame on yourself for not realizing it sooner, my dear.”

He blinked in surprise as he finished speaking, realizing only after what he had called her. He let loose a sheepish chuckle, once again feeling his cheeks grow hot.

“Oh gods, that just slipped out. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t…please say you aren’t offended.”

Hancock’s fumbling attempt at an apology must have amused Aisling, since she laughed. She then climbed into his lap, catching him completely off guard and just about making his heart stop.

“Relax, silly. You didn’t offend me at all. Hells, if I’m being honest,” she paused to nestle her head into his chest, “I think I can get used to hearing you call me that.”

He gulped quietly and more than a little awkwardly wrapped his arms around her, hoping that she couldn’t feel his heart racing.

“I shall be sure to remember that,” he said hurriedly, his voice trembling.

Aisling smiled and nudged her head against his chin. “Good! I’m holding you to that, I hope you know.”

Hancock nuzzled his chin against her hair, absently tracing his fingertips against a laceration scar on her left bicep. He made a mental note to ask her about it later before releasing a heavy sigh.

“As much as I would prefer to stay here with you for the rest of the afternoon, I’m afraid that I must return to work. I fear both my colleagues and potential clients are like to worry if I linger here any longer.”

“Oh. I see.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her, trying to mask his own disappointment. “I promise to return the moment I am free. We do have a mountain to explore, afterall.”

“You better,” Aisling grumbled as she climbed out of his lap.

A quiet chuckle escaped Hancock’s throat. “You have my word.”

He then pulled himself to his feet and held out a hand so he could help Aisling up, which she gladly accepted. Once he had helped her stand, he hesitated for a brief moment before raising their hands to his face so he could lightly press his lips against the back of hers.

“Try to get yourself some rest this afternoon,” he told her.

Aisling only nodded her head quickly, a pink hue visible on her cheeks. This coaxed a small chuckle from Hancock and he gave her hand a tiny squeeze. Not ready to say goodbye yet, he reached up with his other hand to lightly trace his fingertips against one of her cheek stripes. His lips curled into the faintest traces of a smirk as he felt her skin grow warmer beneath his touch. To think he could fluster her so easily…

This was the first time in recent memory that Hancock was disinclined to work. He’d be lying to himself if he said he wouldn’t sooner laze the afternoon away with Aisling by his side, catching up on lost time. And as long as he was being honest with himself, having her in his lap had felt right . But, he also knew better than to anger his clients by making them wait for him, especially for something as trivial as a personal matter. Not to mention the hot water he’d be in if word of his tardiness reached Chairman Lolorito.

So at long last, he released another heavy sigh and reluctantly released his hold on her hand. He allowed his other hand, however, to linger on her cheek.

“I really do need to leave now,” he said. “I hope you understand.”

Aisling gave Hancock a smile. “Of course! Can’t keep the big bad merchant from his job.”

Hancock scoffed at her comment as he slid his glasses back on, but he felt her lips upon his cheek before he could think up a witty retort. His heart shuttered and he felt himself blush to the tips of his ears. He gaped at her stupidly from over his shoulder, causing her to giggle lightly.

“Good luck with your merchant stuff,” she told him, giving him a cheeky grin.

He was only capable of nodding quickly and giving a small wave before rushing out of the room so fast that it was a miracle he didn’t trip over his own feet in his haste. Once he was back outside, Hancock reached up with a trembling hand to lightly touch the spot on his cheek Aisling’s lips had been. He then inhaled shakily to settle his nerves before setting forth toward the Ruby Bazaar, quietly thanking the Twelve for this miraculous reunion.

Now if only he could regain enough composure to actually focus on his tasks at hand.

#ffxiv #ffxivwriting #hancock fitzgerald x ofc #hancock x aisling #hancock fitzgerald #aisling epocan #my writing #can you tell i really love them?#they are my little guys #please perceive them

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abyssalmermaiden · 1 year

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based on a conversation @epicseagull1 and I had about when A’eris would have noticed that Aryaille and Thancred were now a couple

We decided Rule of Funny: it took a while (not until everyone had been back on the Source for a some time) So much happened in 5.3 she was understandable preoccupied

#wolcred #thancred x wol #aryaille nox #thancred waters #A'eris Altius #thancred x aryaille #a few weeks passed AT LEAST which isn't much in the overall scheme of things but considering Aryaille and A'eris were camping together #(during the eden raids) she might have noticed something was up but Nope XD #art #my final fantasy art #kiss cw #may edit caption later when I'm less tired

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lavampira · 11 months

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promises to keep

d'alia liveq x sidurgu orl. pre-relationship. 1.8k words. post-2.0 patches and early heavensward spoilers. cw: mentions of grief. [also on ao3]

More often these days, D’alia finds herself at the Forgotten Knight after a patrol. The warmth of the low-burning fire is always a welcome respite from the falling snow, particularly after twirling with Rielle in circles to catch the frozen flakes on their tongues between fits of laughter until Sidurgu ushers them into the tavern, their own shelter from the stinging cold and prying eyes that follow them in the streets.

Their usual table is unbothered, close enough for Rielle to shed her mittens and warm her hands at the fireplace. Sidurgu takes his ever-watchful place to view the entirety of the room, arms folded over his broad chest, never far from their small charge. D’alia watches them over her shoulder as she awaits drinks from Gibrillont, marveling at the familiarity and how quickly this has settled into her life.

It nearly takes her back to memories of a time not long past that still sit too heavy in her chest, threatening to crawl up her throat and choke her if she allows them. ‘Tis all too easy to spot a shared table in another place if she closes her eyes, Y’shtola with a smirk over the rim of her wineglass as Thancred regales them with a tale and draws laughter bubbling out of D’alia at his antics, until reality sets in and they dissipate into the nothingness.

The weight of loss aches far more than the fabricated accusations and treachery that had forced her to flee to this place, but she doesn’t yet know how to let go. She never has—from only thirteen summers into life, all she has known is how to run and how to hold the past in a vice grip. Mayhap that is precisely why she continues to cling to Sidurgu and Rielle despite all her inner protestations to let others close again. Lost and damaged souls, the trio of them.

The path we walk is a lonely one, calls the voice beneath the surface of her mind.

Gibrillont raises an eyebrow at the obvious tension across her features but says nothing as he slides across two wooden tankards and a mug. Forcing her hands to unfurl from fists, D’alia gathers them to carry with an exchange of gil. The smile she offers is still too tight, but no matter. The tavernkeep has moved on again.

Another familiarity, this one: Sidurgu is first to see her return, but Rielle moves swifter than he does, ignoring his fussing as she scrambles for the mug of cocoa. D’alia’s laugh echoes in their sparse corner of the room as she settles into a seat with her tail flicking at her side. She passes one tankard across the uneven table, and Sidurgu accepts it with a nod, then turns to their charge with a frown.

“Hey,” Sidurgu admonishes. “What do you say?”

Rielle rolls her eyes, but smiles sheepishly once her gaze settles on her. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” D’alia reaches to tuck a loose tendril of hair behind the girl’s pointed ear. “Enjoy.”

As she watches Rielle grin over the rim of the mug held between her two small hands and Sidurgu skim the room idly over the rim of the tankard, D’alia realizes with a new heaviness that she will soon miss this routine. She leaves for Dravania on the morrow, uncertain of what the trip may yield, much less how long it will take. She supposes that worry for both of them will follow her, too.

Sidurgu can handle it, she knows. Despite the fears that had led to him asking for her help, he has protected Rielle on his own thus far, even with their disagreements. His heart bleeds for the young girl in a way that must remind him of his own childhood, as D’alia has begun to see the same in herself if she remains honest, their shared cyclical nature of paying forward the protection and care of a grieving soul who only wanted to do better, and so she dreads the time apart.

“You can be so daft,” Rielle snaps, ripping her from her thoughts. “Gods, I’m not just some stupid kid, you know.”

A pinch forms in Sidurgu’s brow above his scales. “I didn’t say that.”

“You act like it!”

Rielle gives him no opportunity to refute it before she throws her arms up with a frustrated noise and runs for the stairs. Sidurgu calls after her, but the girl is gone in a blink, heading for the inn room where they have been staying for some time now. He runs his hands over his face, only meeting D’alia’s gaze once he lowers them to idly nudge his tankard on the table.

“Sorry, she…” Sidurgu trails off in a sigh. “Things are still rough.”

“‘Tis difficult to be a young girl, not including all she’s been through.”

“Aye, you’re right. It’s just harder than I thought.”

D’alia leans on her palm, gazing up at him with a soft smile. “You’re doing well by her, Sid. There’s naught to worry about if you simply listen to her.”

“Well, it’s been easier with you around,” he admits quietly before a final sip of his ale.

Regret blooms through her with his confession, but before she can determine how much she should share, considering how much risk they already face from the Temple Knights, Sidurgu resolves that he should check on their charge. D’alia leaves the remainder of her own ale on the table to follow him. Silence weighs between them up the stairs, and she’s all too aware of how close they are in the narrow passage, her pauldron brushing against his cuirass.

It doesn’t take long to arrive at the door to their room. D’alia notes that it appears smaller than the single bed that she has occasionally rented, desperate to escape the confines of the manor no matter how grateful she is for the Fortemps’ hospitality, cramped with two small beds, an armoire, a dresser, and a desk. She glances over the tidied bed closest to the door while Sidurgu speaks to Rielle near the opposing one, wondering briefly how a man as large as him could comfortably fit in it, but warmth spreads up her neck and cheeks at the thought.

“I think I shall take my leave,” D’alia calls hurriedly, her tail twitching behind her leg. “‘Tis getting late.”

The lingering dread of her upcoming journey drives her across the room to their young charge. So unused to the sort of affection after the hints of her life that she has shared with her, Rielle still tenses when she embraces her, but sinks into D’alia after a beat with her own arms thrown around her in turn.

“I know Sid can be frustrating, but try to be patient with him,” D’alia says, drawing back to cup the girl’s face in her hands. Before Rielle can protest, she adds, “Even when he’s daft.”

“I can hear you,” he grumbles somewhere behind her.

“Take your horns elsewhere then, eavesdropper. We’re having a private chat.”

That causes a burst of giggles to escape Rielle, but she agrees to be patient with her stubborn caretaker so long as he continues trying to listen to her, which is enough for her. It pains D’alia to pull away from her not knowing what the morrow brings, but she offers a goodnight with a gentle pat before she forces herself to turn to leave. It springs to mind the question if her parent ever feels that way when she leaves him behind, too.

Heavy footsteps follow her to the door. Sidurgu’s large shadow looms over her shoulder as she stops at the door, but rather than intimidating, it strikes her as the first real sense of safety that she has felt in some time. Strange, considering a crystal and a simulacrum brought them together. But she knows in the deepest part of her heart that she trusts him to watch over her as much as she tries for him, too.

“I wanted to let you know I will be gone awhile,” D’alia says quietly, low enough for only him to hear, with her hand still on the unopened door. “I’m not yet sure when I’ll return.”

“Oh?”

Sidurgu shifts in her peripheral, curiosity laced with trepidation leaking from his voice in one simple word, but he doesn’t ask the burning question that she knows must be on the tip of his tongue. She risks a glance at him, tilting her head up to see him better in the dim lighting of the small room. His gaze remains sharp and unreadable with limbral rings aglow, half-hidden behind the white hair flopped over his forehead, all but pinning her in place as he observes her in turn.

D’alia isn’t quite sure what brings it to mind right then, but she finds herself struck by the fleeting thought that he must have watched Fray walk out that door, too, only to never return, leaving Sidurgu alone with their pact to protect that small child from the Temple Knights hunting her. Now here she is in Fray’s place, having made the same oath to keep Rielle safe so that he isn’t alone though her duty summons her away from the city. Guilt claws up her chest until it lodges itself in her throat.

Watching him now, she sees the full sum of his stubborn determination, his fear of failure, and the shroud of loss around him that mirrors her own, too. Kindred spirits are they, not solely in the shared and uneasy path that they walk, but the respective heaviness that they carry with them. And he hasn’t once shied away from her. Twelve be damned, she refuses to disappoint him.

“I made you a promise, though. I will return,” D’alia begins again. “Should aught happen that you require aid, the members of House Fortemps are trusted friends. Tataru, another ward of the house, will remain here, too. She isn’t the most combat-inclined, but she’s resourceful.” As she trails off, running a hand through her rosy hair, warmth spreads up her neck. “Pray say something before I make more of a fool of myself with my babbling.”

The corner of Sidurgu’s mouth quirks with a hint of a smile. “You’re no fool. But… Thank you. I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Please do.”

“Listen, D’alia.” His hand reaches for her shoulder, but he stops short of her and balls it into a fist, lowering it to his side. “Tread softly, wherever it is you’re headed. I know your tendency towards finding trouble.”

Unable to suppress the soft fondness that swells through her, D’alia tilts her head away, lips pulling into a smile once more. She is certainly stalling now, hovering at the door as if caught between two lives. Stranger still, how much this one has become so integral, tied to her fellow dark knight and a small Elezen girl, and the desire to stay with them even a bit longer.

No, she doesn’t know how to let go, even less how to stop running. But as she finally passes through the door with that shadow still over her, she hopes one day she can learn.

#it's taken months but i've finished part 1 of the sidalia ficlet series. please clap.#dani writes things #game: ffxiv #fic: ffxiv #oc: d'alia liveq #ch: sidurgu orl #alia/sid #ch: rielle de caulignont #heavensward spoilers

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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For the love letters, Thancred, female reader, heavy NSFW (I'm craving smut with him); flowers: lady's seal (be my support), camellia (red) - (You’re a flame in my heart), lemon blossom - (Fidelity in Love; I Promise to be True). Thanks in advance 🙂

A/N: Ah, Thancred sure is an awesome character. I fall for him more on a healer/tank aspect since I'm a sucker for using NPC parties. X”D Love it!

As a side note to others who catch this post: please check my pinned post or my description to see if love letters are open before sending one~! ♥

I was struggling for some time, wondering—perhaps even—dreading how to open this letter to you. Should I talk of our adventures together? How you've saved me far more on the battlefield than I care to confess? If I prattle on and on for far too long, I worry the meaning will get lost.

That just won't do.

Perhaps I am a coward to write a letter such as this and not express it more forwardly. I've often been told actions speak louder than words, but if you'll indulge me, I wish to write a bit of a fancy of the two of us on every line. Or at least, every line that can grant me the courage to do so.

I feel this world rarely allows us a genuine moment to sit and talk to one another. One moment there's a primal on the loose, and the next, someone's village is burning down. But, as odd as it is to add to such, I find those moments the ones I cherish often.

You've been at my side for so long that I've lost the count of the months, let alone, the years. Whenever I dare thought I'd fall in battle, you were there to make me rise; to find a better more meaningful purpose to continue.

Perhaps I've grown far older than I wish to admit, but... I am saddened to say my resolve has slowly been chipped away at by everything I have to endure. If it weren't for you, I surely would have denied healing or even resurrection of any sort just to not endure it any longer.

The coward's way, I know. But this is where I find the reason to stand...

My hand trembles as I dare write this, but I wish to do more than merely go on adventures with you. I wish to be your shield beyond those grounds as well, carry what burdens you have and encourage you to stand mightier than before.

You've called me a few choice words of fondness, but are they meant to be more than mere pet names?

I would hope so and that my heart hasn't run berserk with the fantasies. Well, since you stoked these fires, I guess I will just have to burn all the brighter with my ideals regarding us—our future. (Or I'll get burned in the process. Who truly knows).

My dear, it is my turn to turn these words around on you. I wish nothing more but to adore and love you as more than a mere warrior on the field. I wish to be the one to escort you to a place we can be alone, where I can see you bathed in nothing but the moonlight, as it seeps in through the nearby window.

May my hands journey upon your clothing and remove such a barrier from my own body obtaining yours in all its glory. Let my words warm your skin as I whisper my lustful yearnings of you and you alone. No other being can truly take your place. Not in my mind.

I will tend to every blissful curve of you, my dear. I want to feel as you writhe with great want when my tongue flicks upon your erect nipple to entice a moan from your lips. Let my breath encourage yours to dance in such an erotic and meaningful way that will entice my journey onward.

Allow me but a taste of your purity, my tongue caressing the petals of your entrance before begging for more like your loyal servant on Eorzea. Should you need something to hold onto, my hand will be at the ready, to hold you tightly as my tongue digs deeper within your wet, enticing walls. Beckon out to me—plead for more. That is what I yearn to hear beyond mere fantasy.

My lips will show you mercy in time as I merely kiss your inner thigh, letting you find calm but for a mere moment as I want to go beyond sensual teasing. I wish to claim you as mine and mine alone.

Allow my erection to kiss upon your wet entrance, enabling a fire deep within my burning heart to go beyond even my control. Let me embrace you in this moment as I thrust into a whimsical dance only I can guide you through. My breath marking your lips, cheek, and neck in a uncontrollable hunger as you engorge that thirst all the more. I want to memorize every inch of you... feel as your walls clasp tightly upon my cock. I want to think about such a union for hours, even if I merely remain bedded within you, holding you close to marvel at just having you there—in my arms.

Let me claim you in other ways. My release will seed deep within you, warming every part of you and have the very one I adore to enjoy every moment of it. I will see to it that I know the one—the true and only one��to worth baring such a personal and passionate side of myself.

But the question is, will you offer me this? Will you grant me this undying love that I can take even to my grave should that moment dare come?

I pray so.

I wish only to have your heart, keep it near and dear to my own. Use it as inspiration for the battles ahead.

Sincerely,

Thancred Waters

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