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jenovahh · 5 years

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Simple - Part 1

Summary: You've defeated gods, liberated nations, traveled across worlds...and yet you desire simplicity. Someone who simply loves you for you, who lives the simple life you dreamed of.

Your dreams lately, show that you are meant for something, and someone else.

ANONYMOUS ASKED: A situation where the WoL has a significant other, but starts getting vague flashbacks to Amaurot and being with Emet-Selch when around him?

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He means a lot to you.

Your Elezen (or rather Elven) lover is tall, handsome, sweet. His eyes are like the bluest of skies on a clear Coerthan day, smile as warm as a La Noscean sun. It is with a shaky voice and an outstretched hand that he offers you flowers, tied with a shimmering gold bow.

The Scions behind you are all in shock, watching as your steady hand reaches out for the bouquet. “These are...”

“A request for courtship...if you’ll have me.” His voice is trembling with nerves, hand jittering as your fingers brush against his own. Holding the flowers against your chest, you sniff lightly, their aroma pleasing without being overwhelming.

Looking up at the man, Audric, you remember, you smile and give your answer. “Of course.”

Audric was but a simple man of labor, able to repair your gear in record time. He had a lovely smile and an even lovelier voice, the sight of him working on your gear making your heart beat a little faster. Allowing him to court you seemed right; after all, when was the last time you had put yourself out there? Long enough ago, that you could not even remember.

He was normal. Not to say that you certainly didn't consider any of your fellow heroes unworthy of your hand, but you had come to respect them as your closest friends, more than anything.

Audric did not fight. He did not have the Echo, he did not lead, he did not rule. He was just a simple man, with a simple line of work, leading a simple life.

That’s what you wanted, right?

It’s what you tell yourself, as you shyly let him hold your hand, smiling at the warmth that seems to still linger even as you go to defeat Titania. It is that warmth that drives you, as sappy as it sounds, to bring darkness to a man who has never known it.

“Why...hello there.”

Golden eyes meet yours, stealing what’s left of your breath away. You can barely hear his offer to ally with you over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, lost in another time, another place as something struggles to push through in the back of your mind.

“Are you quite all right, hero?”

His voice snaps you out of your daze as you realize he’s addressing you, looking between the Scions for fear of getting lost in his eyes again. “I’m well. Merely tired...from the battle.”

Unable to resist, you meet those cool, golden orbs, finding yourself lost within them. You gasp as you find the condescension within them gone entirely, replaced with only a knowing quality, almost expectant. “Rest well, hero.” he murmurs. “You’ll need it.”

His words seem innocent enough, but he does not seem to be a man who is not careful with his words. The sound of his voice rolls through your mind as you sleep, sounding familiar, oh so familiar...

Ever since you had arrived on the first, there had been a nagging feeling of being homesick, though it was not for the shores of Eorzea. There was a longing so deep that it almost made you feel ill, your eyes always turned toward the briny waters of Lakeland, as if you wanted to throw yourself into it's murky depths and never surface again.

“Darling?”

Turning around, Audric is before you, hand outstretched with a small fruit. “I’m sorry I was,”

“You have a lot to think of, I’m sure. You are an adventurer after all.” he smiles warmly, watching as you take the fruit from his hands. “I had managed to get some fruit from the local market...it is so rare these days...” he trails off, watching as you lift it to your lips.

Biting down, it is sweet, it’s flavor light and different from anything you tasted from the Source. “It’s really good.” you grin, taking another bite. Leaning in, you place a kiss on his lips, chuckling as he goes bright red in the face. “Thank you, Audric.”

“O-Of course!” he stammers, wringing his hands tightly in embarrassment. “Warrior...might you spare me another kiss?” His cheeks are tinted a light pink, eyes sparkling with affection as he waits for your answer.

“I suppose.” you grin cutely, allowing him to kiss you once more. It is as sweet on as the fruit you can taste on your lips, a smile on his face as he pulls away.

“Thank you, my love.”

“Anything for you, my sweet.”

Your hand is entwined with another’s, walking through a city with buildings towering so high you can hardly see the tops of them all. The hand holding yours is warm, warmer than anything you have ever felt, and it matches the same warmth you feel in your heart.

“I must repay your kindness, somehow,” you speak, before being shushed by the figure walking beside you.

“Your affection is enough, even on the coldest of days.” They whisper, as if it is but a secret between the two of you. “You must only voice what you need,” with a twist of their hand, a fruit is conjured from thin air, “and I will do my best to provide it for you.”

Your eyes slowly open as you pull yourself from what must be a daydream, meeting Audric’s concerned eyes. “Are you well?” he asks, hands clutching your shoulders. Looking down at the fruit in your hands, you silently take another bite. “I’m fine.” you murmur, missing the golden eyes looking at you from afar.

The daydreams become more common, and seemingly from nowhere as time goes on. They are never at an inopportune moment, seeming to mostly occur in your times with Audric. It is only as time goes on that you can stitch them together to realize they are memories, though they are not your own. The Echo must be resonating with someone, but who?

Why are golden eyes at the back of your mind?

“Lost in thought, Warrior?”

You let out a small noise of shock as Emet-Selch stands before you, his lantern slightly warm in your hand. “I’m sorry, I,”

He leers as he shushes you, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You had been gone for so long, your little group of misfits had begun to worry. I thought it best I seek you out, before you hurt yourself in your attempts to find your friend.”

His taunting makes you red at the face, arm hurling the aether lantern at him which he catches with ease. “Come now, Warrior. Is that any way to mistreat the gift I lent you so that we might pluck your friend from the lifestream? Need I remind you every moment that passes, our chances of saving her lessen.” The lilting sound of his voice just flusters you more, hands fisted at your sides as you can do nothing but glare at him. “Need I remind you how to whistle?”

“I know how to whistle!” you huff, baring your teeth at him. “I was just...thinking of other things...” you trail off weakly, somehow losing your steam whenever you look at him.

“Forgive me for doubting you, but I feel I require proof now. Go on and whistle for me, if you would.” The lamp disappears from his hands with a light pop, his eyes focused solely on you. You freeze up suddenly with performance anxiety under his steady gaze, seeing an eternity in those eyes.

You’ve been lost in them before.

“Why do I...” you whisper, making no moves to keep him away as he comes closer.

“Perhaps, a demonstration will help.” The silk of his glove is soft as he catches your chin in his hand, his grip on your waist firm as his arm pulls you close. “Simply purse your lips together...” His head dips, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

You freeze for a moment, brain slowly processing the feeling of the Ascian's lips on yours. It feels wrong. It feels strange. It feels...

Divine.

You press back into him with fervor, gasping as he nips your bottom lip with sharp teeth, giving him the entrance he needs to ravish you further. He greedily drinks down your moan, arm pulling you painfully tight against him as your hands link around his neck. Pulling apart, you gasp for air, his lips kissing at the corner of your mouth, trailing down to your neck. Your mind is in a daze, the feeling of wanting to break free stronger than it has ever been, as if something within you is reaching for the man currently ravishing your neck.

So, you push him away.

He is only moved because he allowed it, this you know. A man with powers that he has is not moved unless he wants to be. You try to find it within yourself to be angry at him; for sneaking up on you like that. It is with disgust that you can find no one else to be angry at besides yourself.

“I find that was a suitable demonstration...” his grin is devious as his fingers run over his lips, a smirk so satisfied it makes you want to throw yourself at him in rage.

“I...I already have a lover.” you grunt, turning to stomp off in the forest.

“Do you now?” he laughs, the sound twisted and grating. “I was not aware. Forgive me then, hero. I could not help but sate my...curiosity.”

Flushing red with shame, you turn around to look at him, as if a force wants to keep pulling you closer to him. His eyes haven’t left your form, roaming across you as a predator would it’s prey. “The aether lamp...may I...” you mumble, wringing your hands together.

“But of course, my dear hero!” he bellows, all theatrics. With a flourish, the lamp materializes in your hand, soft and warm. “Off you go, to find your little friend. Unless, you desired my company?”

Finding yourself unable to say no, you opt to say nothing at all and storm off into the forest. Distancing yourself from him should keep this feeling at bay, at least you pray that it does. You can only be glad that no one was around for your slip up, the guilt already gnawing at you as your tongue runs across your lips, remembering the taste of him. It was only a kiss, you tell yourself. It was only a kiss. Nothing that you had to come clean about.

“You seem very tense lately.”

How did it end up like this?

Looking from your place near the vanity, your eyes land Audric’s worried ones as he lays on the bed. “That is to say...more tense than usual. For someone as busy as you.”

There was barely any hiding your importance from Audric, with your constant need for repair and the company you kept. That you were the Warrior of Light, or rather Darkness remained a mystery to him, but even he could pick up on that you were someone important.

Placing your brush down, you move to join him in bed, slipping under the covers. “Things have been...hectic. With the Warrior of Darkness bringing night back to us and all.” you lie, tongue feeling like ash as you look at Audric’s dazzling smile.

“Isn’t it amazing? The night sky? Never in my lifetime...” he reaches out to bring you into his arms, and you let him hold you close, the scent of the soaps and oils from his earlier bath filling your nose. It’s pleasant, but you can’t fight the increasing feeling of how wrong it feels.

Wrong, wrong, wrong. It’s just wrong.

“I’m glad you-- I mean we, get to see what the stars look like.” You smile, the happiness of doing this one thing for him the only genuine feeling you have lately. You hate that you can’t seem to shake the feeling of wanting more. You should be happy with him. He cares for you, finds you pleasing to the eye, treats you well...still, you are so unhappy.

“I already had an idea of what the stars look like. Ever since I had looked into your eyes.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you gently. You quickly return the kiss, sharing a few more before he requests entrance into your mouth. Your groan of displeasure is taken as one of encouragement, his hands reaching for the hem of your tunic.

“W-Wait,” you breathe, catching his hands in yours.

The hurt in his eyes cuts like a knife, and you run through your head for an excuse. “I just...want to wait. I want to take things slow, I’ve never...” His eyes widen in understanding, an warm smile gracing his lips.

“I see. Forgive me for rushing you, my love. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Then what would you call this welt, forming on my arm this moment?” You pout, shoving your hand out at your offender.

The hooded figure leans over, taking your arm in their hands, pushing back your sleeve. Immediately your heart stops, feeling their skin on yours as they brush across your arm. “T-This is highly inappropriate,” you stammer, trying to pull your arm away but to no avail. “W-Wait,”

“Now, now, don’t get all shy on me. You thought to lie to me after all. Me, who bears the burden of truth.” His grip is firm, but you could break it if you really wanted, this you could tell. You make no moves to pull away as they bend to press their lips against your skin, as gentle as a summer rain. You yelp as they give a playful bite, finally gaining the courage to yank your arm from their grasp.

“Now, you will have a welt.” They laugh, even as you tackle them to the ground, their hood and mask falling from their head. “Forgive me,” they chuckle, nearly out of breath. Golden eyes stare back into your own, full of mirth. A single lock of silver hair grabs your attention. “I could not help but sate my curiosity.”

“You know me.”

#Emet Selch #Solus zos Galvus #FFXIV #ff14 #Shadowbringers #my writings

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