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Estinien goes on a quest to find himself, meets only marginal success, and Aymeric waits impatiently.
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with gaze fixed upon the heavens, one will surely stumble by purplekitte
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV
28 May 2016
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Aymeric does not hesitate to ask a difficult favor of the Warrior of Light. His personal affections are true, yet nothing to his sense of purpose for Ishgard.
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I could tell you what it's like (but better you find out) by ievaxol
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06 Jun 2022
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She repeats after him, haltingly, winces when she hears the way her pronunciation falters — but G’rahas grip tightens and she can almost feel the blinding grin he has on his face. “Good girl,” he exhales, his breath warm and smelling of tea.
Oh no, the Warrior thinks.
G'raha helps the Warrior learn Allagan and learns something about her in the process
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600 words of Esteem showing their disapproval of G'raha's self-sacrificing bullshit... that ends quite nicely
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Somehow, seeing the Exarch around when you attempt to collect herbs and other medicinal-related items is not on the top of your list.
He becomes the priority, though, with how the wind threatens to steal his voice and warmth.(This does not please you. Perhaps you've made an enemy against the winds of the First.)
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“Your trickery knows no bounds,” the Exarch whispered harshly, anger drawing clarity back to his addled thoughts.
“I’m flattered. Now, relax,” Emet-Selch insisted with a sharp smile. The expression did not suit the Warrior’s borrowed face. “You are so tense—so taut, like a bowstring, you might just snap...”
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When she laid down on the lounge that Urianger manifested from somewhere in only her panties, one towel underneath and one on top, she’d felt excited rather than exposed, crossing her arms above her head before telling him she was ready.
Perhaps it was the fact that it was Urianger’s personal quarters, richly decorated with color and heavy fabrics, or it was the smell of the oil he used — or Urianger himself, every move confident and sure.
The Warrior of Light and tense muscles, what else is new? Luckily Urianger is there to help.
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“I would not presume to know anything of your relationship, just know that my intervention was born out of a necessity to see you whole and hale. Even if you have vanquished Lightwardens and I have heard of your triumphs on the Source -”
“Are you jealous?” The Warrior interrupts, voice flat. The air leaves his lungs the moment she asks. How dare she name it.
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G'raha sees the Warrior spend time with Lue-Reeq and comes to the wrong conclusion.
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For a glorious day, he had thought that Garlond was taking this well.
The next day, at the break of dawn, Nero found himself dragged to an airship, on the co-pilot seat, and nearly an entire day after that, he found himself in Doma. Of all places, the Far East.
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"Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration."
A series of prompts fromthe 2019 FFXIV Writing Challenge.
Table of contents so you can pick your poison. And there's lots of poison.
Highlights include lots of Haurchefant-posting in 2k19, Crystal Exarch, some good ole fashioned femslash, and more. Overarching theme of, you know, just - pain. Fear. Suffering. Like 2019 in general.
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It’s platonic, until it isn’t.
[There’s a part of you that wants to take the hand that still breathes, uncurl his fingers and place them around your own, prove to him that there’s heat in him yet. But you won’t, because G’raha is one of your dearest friends, and he has waited for you for years upon years and what you should do is give him the friendship and help he has wanted, needed; only that. You dare not presume to give him more.]
No Endwalker spoilers here!
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When the horn sounds again, you hear the howling of the hunters behind you, wild and beastlike. The drums crescendo with the action, and you waste no time mulling it over.
You run.
Bare feet against the forest floor, you hear them give chase behind you. Arrows fly past your neck, much too close for comfort. Your toes sting with cuts of rock and brambles. Your cheeks burn with the assault of branches. Rogue's knives hit your lower legs and torso, spells send shivers through your body, your heels ache with exhaustion, fear fills your senses. But you do not stop.- Language:
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"You could kiss me," you said, wincing at the vulnerability, at the huge target you'd painted on your chest by speaking it aloud.
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"Time and again, I have faced the odds. I have gone where you told me to go, fought what you told me to fight so is it too much to ask for a simple moment before you all leave me again?" A hand pressed over her chest as if she can force the anguish down, bile rising in her throat as her words ring louder. "You tell me to rest as if I can find it in an empty innroom when you are supposed to - supposed to -" The weakness of begging. She hates it, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her trembling hand down harder. No one says anything and she chokes on a sob, the cool night air of the Crystarium stinging on her flushed cheeks.
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“You can’t sleep.” Alisaie states, eyes narrowing further. “And neither can we.”
The Warrior peeks over Alisaie’s shoulder, finding Alphinaud already sitting atop her bed. He waves a little upon seeing her, amusement clear in the curve of his smile.
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The WoL needs a moment to rest after the events at the Seat of Sacrifice. And once more, following Ultima Thule. -
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A collection of one-shots centered around the Warrior of Light and their bonds formed throughout their journey from A Realm Reborn to Endwalker, and beyond!
Table of Contents in the first chapter!
Chapter Twelve: After working himself to the point of collapse, Aymeric listens to the demands of his worried colleagues and takes a sabbatical. In a bold move, he invites the Warrior of Light to join him at Costa del Sol. He's not fully prepared for them to accept, and not at all prepared for anything that follows.
Chapter Thirteen: A radical solution to the calamity facing Ethyris is posed: the summoning of the primal Zodiark. Unable to accept the sacrifice of half of their population, Azem raises their grievances and resigns from the Convocation of Fourteen.
Chapter Fourteen: After their last dance, the Warrior of Light is resigned to the fate of never seeing Zenos ever again. Zenos, however, does not have the same idea.
Chapter Fifteen: While traipsing about dangerous and unknown ruins, the Warrior of Light opens up a box, as they are wont to do. This time, however, there are unintended consequences of the amnesiac kind.[ENDWALKER SPOILERS]
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You head down into Amaurot in search of your friend. Emet-Selch is incredulous you did so — and decides that testing to see if you make a better plaything than an equal is in order. A bit of thirsty smut in celebration of Kinktober.
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The truth is; Raha is different when faced with the mantle of leadership. And though you still cannot put your finger on why it is, you are hot and bothered by this change. Enough to want to observe him for just a fraction of the time he has watched you. A little taste of him, when he is pressed to make executive decisions.
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Your grin is genuine as you spin yourself around the pole, center-stage for all to see as they whisper flattering words about the hive’s newest Honeybee. Men and women alike turn their attention to you as you carry on your mostly-improvised routine with zest, but your attention is not on them at all. For every other time your body makes its way around again, you find your eyes on the chronometer. Watching, waiting, for a certain patron to come along...
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The Warrior of Light has one last target to take down on their hunting log, and it won't go down without a fight.
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