#crystal exarch x wol

[dizazter-dragoon]

I get the appeal of soft femboy G'raha Tia, I truly do. But damn this man's voice when he's pissed and takes command (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)

#I cant be the only one that wants to be dommed by the crystal exarch #zaz drabbles #minors dni #shadowbringers spoilers #graha x wol #crystal exarch x wol #ffxiv x reader

[necromeowncy]

"My brilliant stars..."

I have an entire fic series about these two here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2929296

And currently making my way through 5.0-5.3 in this multi-chapter fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41809776/chapters/104898873 )

#posing your wolship is free therapy #wolgraha #wolexarch #crystal exarch x wol #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha tia #g'raha tia x wol #g'raha tia x male wol #aedric vaillencourt #my poses #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fanfic #elezen #elezen wol #ishgardian wol #AedRaha

[a-writing-otter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light Characters: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Starlight Celebration (Final Fantasy XIV), Ice Skating, Fluff, Patch 6.0: Endwalker Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV) Summary:

Zu’zu has taken on countless horrors in his time as the Warrior of Light—hulking primals and indignant ascians and hungry empires, warring dragons and scheming Monetarists and the very end of days. And he would do it all over again if that meant he didn’t have to try and stumble around this godsforsaken ice skating rink.

…unfortunately for him, G’raha can talk him into most anything.

#ffxiv #g’raha x wol #crystal exarch x wol #g’raha tia #crystal exarch #warrior of light #wol #My Writing #Zuzuraha #zuzu my beloved

[wol-taleal-desharn]

#crystal exarch x wol #graha x wol #g'raha/wol #shadowbringers #ffxiv wol

[mooglesplsinteract]

no title no thoughts just these lil dudes

#ffxiv spoilers #ffxiv fanart #crystal exarch x wol #if it ends up an ungodly pixelated mess again i will cry tears and sob and grieve #im in shadowbringers patches now tho so ill probs end up doin that anyways tbh #inching ever closer to endwalker #crystal exarch #gajeh'ra fali

[healersadjust]

THIS ONE. YEA.

i’ve been wanting to write how this all went down for a few weeks now, and somehow i made it sadder than what i planned initially. thank you so so much for getting the train rolling with your prompt @blucifermain !!!! it went longer than i meant for it to, it’s about 600 words and i had a stronger ending in mind, but i cut it short so we didn’t get any higher than that ;;

spoilers for 5.0

"Anything that comes out of your mouth is stupid!" Aki shouted, glaring the Exarch down. “Why summon me to this god forsaken world and then keep all these secrets from me? I had a glimmer of hope, seeing the Crystal tower…” She clenched her fist, slamming it into the wall. “And the only person who truly knew me should have been here! and in his place, some stupid mage who dosent have the decency to tell the truth!”

Was she… talking about him?

“I won’t ask again,” she spoke, her voice barley above a whisper. She glared at him accusingly. “Where is Raha?”

The urge to crumble, to take his hood off and beg for her forgiveness, to finally feel her body next to his after so, so long… it was almost irresistible.

And it was all too late for it. With only a couple light wardens to go, she would be doomed if his plan failed, as well as the entire shard.

His silence was a clear enough answer for her. She scoffed. “I should have known better than getting my hopes up. I will take my next orders from you through a messenger, Exarch.” She turned around and slammed the door behind her.

He walked to the door and locked it. He turned to examine the mess of the Ocular. Books, priceless artifacts strewn across the floor, many of their pages having been ripped out of place. It was a disaster- and one of his own doing, nonetheless.

He sat on the ground, his back to the door. Truly, he was deserving of her rage. He simply hadn’t expected her to still be so attached.

Just as attached to him as he was to her.

And for her to call him his given name was beyond shocking. He hadn’t heard that name in over 100 years, and longer since it had been spoken like that.

What would she say when he took the light from her? Should he reveal himself then, if just for a selfish moment of letting his eyes unglamored meet hers? Even if just for a moment, he could pretend things were okay again. That they were back sharing a tent in Mor Dhona. That they were young, restless adventurers with all too much pent up energy once more. That they were hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, on a cot only made for one.

He didn’t deserve it, not anymore. He didn’t deserve it after leaving her like that.

His attention was caught by his mirror. He stood up and made his way through the mess on the floor to stand in front of it. That was his fate, until his death. He would watch the world from his tower, never knowing true joy again.

And so, he found himself casting a familiar spell on it before he could stop himself.

“I don’t know why I thought his answer would be any different,” Aki sobbed into Thancred’s chest. The gunbreaker held her tightly, whispering reassurances G’raha couldn’t quite hear through the Mirror.

“He just sounds so like him- And i’m certain he’s a Miqo’te as well! But he didn’t even react when i said his name- Is he truly gone?” she asked through hiccups.

Thancred shook his head. “There’s no way to know,” he said softly. “But let's get you some water and some rest. Doubtless you will need it.”

G’raha cut the connection, having already seen more than he deserved. He was relieved someone was there for her, but that couldn’t lift his heavy heart.

If only he was deserving of being by her side. If only he could be there for her like he once was…

But that ship sailed the moment he stepped on the First.

#5.0 #ffxiv #v time bb #my writing #g’raha x wol #crystal exarch #shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers #crystal exarch x wol #warrior of light #AKI WAS MAD BRO #aki mitsuo

[new-old-friend]

"The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun."

#he literally gave him his soul #g'raha x wol #final fantasy 14 #shadowbringers spoilers #shb spoilers #g'raha tia #aphorism #ffxiv headcanon #ff14 #final fantasy incorrect quotes #crystal exarch #crystal exarch x wol #crystal tia/g'raha exarch #ffxiv ship #the wol is the sun #For his is the Fourteenth seat—the seat of Azem #John Greenleaf Whittier #new-old-friend

[crystarium-cafe]

It was a quiet evening. The initial shock the people of the Crystarium had felt when they’d first beheld the night sky had simmered down. And though they still felt a thrill whenever the sun set in a blaze of colour that softly faded to velvet black and diamond pinpricks, it was a peaceful, quiet thrill. A thrill that could be enjoyed from an open window, or personal stoop.

The soft peace that settled upon the Crystarium in the evening made it Tei’s favourite time of day, and she’d become partial to an evening stroll as the city settled itself for the night. The soft noises of the city blending with the gentle, almost reverent voices of its people, accented by the sleepy murmurings of amaro, and the lullabies of insects.

Quietly Tei walked the catwalk from the Pendants, over the markets, and to the outer walkway past the aetheryte plaza. She stopped for a moment, leaning against the railing, and looked out over Lakeland—it’s purple trees still so alien. Yet, as with the city, it was growing on her.

As for its guardian….

Tei’s ears perked as she heard footsteps exiting the aetheryte plaza behind her. She recognised those footsteps.

Why did she recognise those footsteps?

“Ah, I hope I am not intruding, my friend.”

His voice was friendly, she thought as she heard him stop.

Was he intruding? Tei was surprised to find that it didn’t feel like he was. Though, she supposed, that it really shouldn’t have. He had proven himself a capable companion at Holminster, and though he had herald her as the Warrior of Darkness, he had freely, and sincerely, apologised to her.

She had not expected that.

So, it was with a tentative smile that Tei turned to face the Crystal Exarch. “Not at all. I take it you are likewise here to enjoy the evening air?”

He returned her smile with a small one of his own. “I am, and though I had thought to do so alone, I would be glad of the company if you would care to join me?”

With a nod Tei joined him as he continued, and together they strolled along the Crystarium’s upper landing. Not much of import was said—conversation easily flowed from one tangent to the next, neither seeking to guide its course—but it marked their first steps toward friendship.

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ff14 gpose #crystal exarch #tei yume #crystal exarch x wol #crystal exarch/wol #Baby Steps

[estelle-arante]

Couldn’t help myself.

#graha tia #crystal exarch #crystal exarch x wol #miqote girl #ffxiv

[bayonetbunny]

Wondrous Tails of FFXIV

Yearning + Bandaging Wounds

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Rating: G (or maybe T? There's nothing explicit okay lol)

Word Count: 1,069

Tags: mutual pining, blood mention

Characters: Z’riah Vanoh (OC), Crystal Exarch

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"Ouch!" 

"My apologies. I'll be gentler."

Z'riah sat perched on her bed in the Pendants, the sound of revelry just outside as the Crystarium celebrated the first night in a hundred years. She could see fireworks flying high and bursting in a rainbow array through her window, as music of all kinds echoed a chorus of joy across the city. This was definitely worth the terrifying battle with the Lightwarden.

She sucked in a sharp breath as cold antiseptic was applied to one of her injuries.

"Perhaps someone at Spagyrics ought to tend to you?"

She looked down at her impromptu nurse, the Crystal Exarch, who was currently kneeling at her feet with a basket of first aid supplies. He was giving her that gentle, apologetic smile that he always wore. She shook her head, pointing at the window with a grin.

"No way! And have them miss even one minute of this glorious occasion? Besides, you're fine, I'm just being a baby."

The Exarch chuckled, returning to his ministrations. "If you say so." He tied off the bandage around her thigh and gestured towards her arm. "Let me see."

Her arm ached as she lifted it, a dull throb from when the Lightwarden had thrown her into a fence. It was covered in bruises and numerous cuts, each one weeping thin rivulets of blood down the length of her arm. The Exarch frowned, tilting and twisting her arm.

"You might have splinters…"

"I think the cracked rib will be enough distraction as you pull them out," she joked. The Exarch let out a huff.

"A proper chirurgeon–"

"Would have laughed, you insufferable worrywart! I've had worse, I assure you."

"Is that right?"

"Yes, I once fell out of a tree and straight into a rose bush– ahh!" She yelped as the Exarch dabbed antiseptic onto the small cuts. 

"What was that about having had worse?" He asked with a smirk. 

"Shush you," she grumbled, to which he only replied with a soft chuckle. 

His efforts to check for and remove any splinters led to more blood down her arm, and she silently apologized to the manager of suites for any stains on the bed sheets. Despite the Exarch's concerns, he was exceedingly gentle, and quick with the tweezers so it never stung for too long. Blood dripped over his fingers as well,  and she found herself preoccupied with watching their deft movements. Quick and nimble like he was used to doing delicate work. The thought of those fingers working their way in places more intimate ignites equal parts desire and embarrassment in her belly. 

The Exarch can hardly think of anything else but this moment. Not even the sight of the night sky, proof that the plan to save Norvrandt could succeed, was enough to overshadow the fact that she had asked him to attend to her. To be alone with her. It was oh so selfish, this unbecoming desire to learn more about this woman he had sworn to save. To discover every part of her, commit it to memory. He was trying to be good, really–but as she sat before him in little more than her smalls, he was tempted more than he has ever been to reveal himself. She was wounded, blood trickling over them both and yet he was brazen enough to wonder what her tantalizing brown skin might feel like beneath his mouth.

Her tail flicked back and forth behind her, and he wondered if it was pain that had her so agitated, or if, maybe, like him–

No. That was too much to hope for. 

"I think I've got them all," he said, voice low. "I hope that didn't hurt too much."

"It's fine," she replied softly. She cleared her throat as he started to unroll more bandages. "Like I said, I've…had worse."

"I can't imagine all the injuries you've endured."

She laughed. "Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself. Alas, a weapon will inevitably get damaged in battle."

He stiffened at her words, wrapping the bandages stiffly around her upper arm. "You are not a weapon."

"Aren't I?" She said with a sardonic laugh. "Nothing wrong with calling a sword a sword."

The Exarch took her hand in his, blood still trickling from her arm to where their fingers met, red on blue crystal.

"I may have called you here, asked for your help," he murmured, " but rest assured that I have no intention of treating you as a weapon."

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, drawing a sharp gasp from her. The sound was like levin, sending a shiver down his spine. Yet she didn't move, didn't pull her hand away. Before reason could interfere, he let his tongue dart out to taste her. Salt and copper and iron filled his mouth as her blood coated his lips and tongue. What a disastrous, traitorous desire. All his carefully laid plans set to ruin, if only he would allow himself the pleasure. 

Z'riah shifted on the bed, all manner of thoughts flying through her head like a fleet of airships. She wanted, and desperately. Would that he would push her down, his weight deliciously pressing her into the soft bed, free of cowl and cloak and responsibility. But no sooner had she thought to speak such desires had he pulled away, a flush of pink on his neck and jaw as he seemed to remember himself. Fuck. There went the chance to shoot her shot. 

"My apologies," he mumbled, clearing his throat as he started cleaning blood from her skin again. "Pray forgive my impropriety."

"Mhm," was all she managed, ears flat against her hair. She didn't want to forgive it, she wanted more of it. Yet she watched him wrap bandages around her arm, tie and snip the length. Gather the supplies back into his basket, and walk him to the door. 

"Will you be alright?" He asked. 

"Yes." No. 

"Then I will leave you to your rest." He smiled at her, and it was gentle. Apologetic. Her blood was still on him, dried over the crystal like veins. 

Z'riah made herself smile, made herself say goodnight. Instead of what she actually wanted, because fighting monsters was much easier and certainly less terrifying than asking him to stay. She watched him until he was out of sight, disappearing into the celebrations of the first night in a hundred years. 

#wondroustailsofffxivwriting #wondroustailsofffxiv #crystal exarch x wol

[theimperialnuisance]

FFXIV Write 2022 //ffxivwrite info//prompt list//character info//master post//

Prompt twenty-three: pitch |noun: a standard degree of highness or lowness used in performance.| Word count: Characters: Kien Eilath, Crystal Exarch Cw: none Notes: I can never resist writing a music piece whenever there’s a word associated with music <3 take this as a continuation from the prompt I wrote last year, Scale. Contains Shadowbringers spoilers. Might make some changes to this later, especially with the ending. Enjoy!

Two soft knocks draw the Exarch’s attention away from his book. He looks up, a curious hum echoing through the Ocular. Who could it be at this hour? He hadn’t been expecting any company this evening, not when he thought the Scions would want to get rest before their early departure to Ahm Aarang in the morning, and because of that he figured it was alright to let his hood down while he enjoyed a quiet moment to read. Not knowing if it was Lyna or not, the Exarch hurriedly pulls his hood back over his head, concealing himself in shadow once more as he crosses the room to open the door.

To his surprise and mounting curiosity, he finds Kien on the other side of the door looking a bit nervous. Worry creases his brow as he opens the door wider. “Kien, is everything alright?”

“Ah, yes,” Kien begins as he brings a hand to rub behind his neck. “Sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“Not at all, I was reading—I couldn’t bring myself to sleep just yet.” He pauses and wonders if that was the case for Kien as well, judging by how he was still dressed in his day clothes. “Would you like to come in?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” Kien replies. “I have a bit of an odd request so I won’t be too long.” He steps inside once the Exarch opens the door wider to let him in. “I couldn’t sleep either and was wondering if I could have a look at the sheet music you found the other day? I figured I’d play the lute for a bit and hopefully, it’ll help me get some sleep.”

The Exarch shuts the door and keeps his back turned for a moment, pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to keep his beating heart a bay. He turns and offers a polite smile. “Of course, I believe I placed it off to the side for you to have a look at, one moment.” He makes for the Umbilicus door but pauses before he opens it. “You could play it here if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Kien smiles. “I’d like that.”

Sometime later, quiet music fills the Ocular. Kien sits against the wall, strumming the lute to a familiar tune to the Exarch. He had picked out that song, saying it was the only one unfamiliar to him, unaware that it was the Exarch’s favorite song. He kept that bit of information to himself however and kept his hum at a very low pitch so Kien wouldn’t overhear from across the room.

They fell into a comfortable silence so to speak, Kien on one side playing different songs as he leafs through the sheet music, and the Exarch on the other, reading his book and content to just hear the songs being played. It felt like old times. It felt like home.

He almost didn’t want Kien to leave when he finally began to show signs of being sleepy—his head practically lolling to the side as he idly strums to stay awake and they exchange a quick farewell before the Exarch shuts the door in isolation once again. He lowers his hood and inhales a breath.

He begins to sing the last lullaby Kien played, loudly. Sleep easily claims him after.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv writing #nico writes #Kien Eilath #miqo’te wol #ffxiv #shadowbringers #ffxiv spoilers #Crystal Exarch #crystal exarch x wol #final fantasy xiv

[necromeowncy]

✿ In bloom. ✿ 

#wolgraha #gposers #gpose #ffxiv gpose #aedric vaillencourt #g'raha tia #wolexarch #crystal exarch #crystal exarch x wol #wol x g'raha tia #g'raha tia x male wol #elezen/miqo'te #ffxiv elezen #elezen #elezen male #elezen wol #ishgardian wol #AedRaha

[drawingway]

a moment in time before the last fight with Vauthry the wol is unable to eat anything and need to get nutrients basically by eating pure aether and the Exarch offers himself to saciate your needs...

so... vampire!wol :v

even if is just for a short period :v

can i have this? plz

#ffxiv #crystal exarch #ffxiv wol #ffxiv graha #graha tia x wol #crystal exarch x wol #headcanon #ffxiv headcanons

[wol-taleal-desharn]

#crystal exarch x wol #graha x wol #g'raha/wol

[a-writing-otter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light Characters: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Tataru Taru Additional Tags: Crystal Tower Questline (Final Fantasy XIV), First Impressions, Annoyances to crushes, Zu’zu is Nineteen and a Prick, G’raha is Twenty Four and Also a Prick, Tataru and WOL are Best Friends, Alcohol Summary:

Not all

#ffxiv #g’raha x wol #crystal exarch x wol #g’raha tia #wol #warrior of light #my writing #zuzuraha #zuzu my beloved

[grieverworship]

**Chapter 48** - Firmament Hot Springs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38489485/chapters/125479852

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy fanart #final fantasy #wolgraha #g’raha tia #ffxiv wolship #wol x g'raha tia #crystal exarch x wol #wolraha #ishgard #ffxiv spoilers #ffxiv miqo'te