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frostclawdragoon · 5 years

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Prompt #15: “Waltz for the Moon” (Extra Credit)

((Extra credit day today, so I am writing a super self-indulging Fem!WoLMiqo x Exarch short fic. Because I have a problem and his name is Exarch. :’D

HEAVY spoiler warning for end of Shadowbringers! So everything is below the cut. ))

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The Crystarium was up in celebration. Night had been fully restored to all of Norvrandt, the Sin Eaters were no more--at the very least, their numbers dwindled beyond immediate repair--and, above all else, the Warrior of Light had survived the endeavor. Miraculously and surprisingly, so did he. G’raha had fully prepared and expected to perish after the defeat of the final Lightwarden; instead, he stood alive and well at the base of the Crystal Tower, a happy smile ever present on his face as he watched all the invited denizens of the First celebrate with long deserved joy.

Tables of food that had been labored over the past several days in preparation for this night outlined the center court of the Crystarium. Idle chatter, laughter and music filled the air; people were talking, cheering, drinking and dancing the night away. Even some of the fae folk had joined in on the celebration with the promise from Feo Ul that they would behave… for the most part, anyway. He was certain some harmless, playful pranks had been pulled, but so far nothing that warranted his immediate attention and Urianger’s scoldings.

It was a joyous sight to behold to be sure, one that made his heart swell in delight. To know that the sacrifices that had been made up until this point hadn’t been in vain, and that generations to come would enjoy the permanent presence of the moon and stars. That the future of Norvrandt was secure and safe, and the monsters that haunted their every waking moment would become nothing more than simple stories of warning.

As his eyes traveled about the courtyard to watch all the smiling faces, his gaze inevitably settled upon her. The Warrior of Light. She had returned to the First by his invitation and was welcomed as the Guest of Honor among the crowd. Currently she stood with the Eulmorian couple, the Chais if he remembered right. She listened so intently as Dulia chattered away animatedly at her, a small smile gracing her normally stoic face. It brought a sense of relief to him to see that she appeared so relaxed, and he could only hope she felt the way she looked.

Nothing would bring him more joy than knowing the Warrior of Light was truly at ease both in body and mind. She more than deserved a holiday, however brief.

G’raha’s smile joyful smile softened to a look of pure adoration as he watched her. She was out of her armor and in clothing far more comfortable and suitable for the evening, her hair messily braided with a few flowers weaved in. The lanterns and the light of the full moon were practically accessories to her appearance, illuminating her with a beautiful, soft glow… His heart fluttered. She had always been beautiful to him and tonight was no different.

Unfortunately for him, what he hadn’t realized was how long he had been staring at her. Not until she had looked back at him, her smile fading slightly and her miqo’te ears perking up in surprise. He tensed up as they made eye contact from across the courtyard, his breath hitching in his throat. Oops. He averted his gaze quickly, suddenly overwhelmed by the flustering thought that she had caught him unintentionally staring so smittenly.

Although he refused to look back, he could see out of the corner of his eye that she made motions at the Chais before making a straight stride toward his direction. His lips pressed hard together as his heart began racing faster and faster with each step she took toward him. Surely she had intended to go anywhere else? Perhaps Thancred or Y’shtola were idling around behind him, and that he had mistaken her glance in his direction as her noticing his awkward gawking from afar? Maybe she wasn’t actually walking over to question why he was staring at her--thus leading to a horribly embarrassing conversation about how beautiful he thought she was--and was instead headed to spend time with her friends? Yes. That must have been the case--

“G’raha!” She said, suddenly, sending a spike up anxiety up his back at the use of his real name. “Good evening!”

In the blink of an eye, she was right there in front of him. He stepped back in surprise, resulting in her grinning wide with a playfulness that both made him nervous and sent his heart spiraling into a fit of joy. He had always found her smile to be very adorable.

“Ah--ahem.” He cleared his throat as he attempted to calm himself. “Good evening. I hope all is going well for you tonight?”

She nodded. “The party is lovely, thank you again for inviting me.”

“Of course.” He responded with a small smile. “We couldn’t celebrate the return of night to all of the First without the very person who made it all possible.”

Her beaming expression seemed to falter at that. “... So you just invited me as a guest of honor, then? No other reason?”

“P-pardon?” He asked hesitantly.

Her lips puckered as she puffed her cheeks in what looked like disappointment. G’raha blinked once, confusion and worry quickly washing over him.

“Was there supposed to be another reason?”

“No.” She murmured between her lips as she looked around the room idly. “I suppose not...”

What was that? He thought. She sounded so disappointed.

Before he had a chance to even ask, the music provided by a small gathering of performers had changed, catching the attention of both G’raha and the Warrior. They both watched as the atmosphere in the courtyard shifted with the music, and several people paired up to dance together. The very sight filled G’raha with a sense of happiness again, at least, that was until the Warrior looked back at him curiously, then that happy-feeling faded to nervousness. She was eyeing him up and down, a finger tapping thoughtfully against her cheek as her tail flicked side-to-side.

“... Do you want to dance?” She asked.

For a second, he thought his heart had stopped.

“W--... What? Dance?”

“You know, like them.” She pointed to the multiple pairs of people dancing in the courtyard together.

Scratch that. His heart definitely had stopped. The nervous feeling increased as his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He quickly waved his hands back and forth.

“Aaaaa--! No! I don’t know how!” He blurted out.

He was mentally kicking himself for not having taken those lessons Krile tried to force him into all those years ago. When will I ever need a skill like that? He recalled himself saying. Foolish. A chance to dance with the Warrior gone in an instant because his younger self’s inability to foresee the future and the unreasonably ridiculous crush he would develop.

“That’s okay.” She said as she reached over, taking him by his crystallized hand. He froze up from her touch. “I can help you!”

Wait. WHAT?!

He stumbled after her as she gently tugged him toward the dance floor, the blush on his face deepening. He had half a mind to resist her, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. A part of him wanted to do this, regardless of how completely embarrassed and anxious he felt. Already he could feel several eyes trailing after them, and he was certain the Scions were among them, ready to pounce on him the second the Warrior looked away.

She turned around suddenly. G’raha had barely enough time to catch himself before colliding into her. They stumbled a bit, but he straightened up quickly as he collected himself with a clearing of his throat. He had a somewhat of an appearance to keep up for the people of the Crystarium, after all. He noticed the Warrior stifle a laugh, and the pink blush on his face deepened. Nothing could get more embarrassing than the Warrior of Light giggling at his clumsiness, right?

Wrong. Without warning, she had guided his right hand to her waist, causing him to tense up. Instinctively he swallowed hard, his face turning about the same shade of red as his hair. This… This was an innocent gesture for sure, but was a level of closeness with her, specifically, that he was not prepared for. While he was still in the process of mentally trying to catch up with the fact that his hand was on her side, she took his left hand within her own, rested her free hand on his shoulder, and began taking the steps that would lead them into a dance. Unprepared for the sudden movement, his feet automatically shuffled after her, causing him to fumble about awkwardly as she took the lead.

G’raha couldn’t help but continuously look down, trying desperately to figure out where and how to position his feet in comparison to hers. At the same time, he tried very hard to keep eye contact with her, which was practically impossible both because he was overwhelmed by the feeling of their closeness and because he was mostly watching his feet. Due to his constant shifting of attention, when she stepped back suddenly in the dance, it caught him off guard and he stumbled forward and tripped over himself, nearly smacking his head down into her shoulder.

He stepped back from her, hands releasing her as he did with an apologetic look that basically said “I told you so.” She shook her head and she stepped right back up to him, repositioning his hands to try again. She wasn’t going to let him escape apparently, and was determined to see this through. He should have known better, she had never been one to quit. She was going to have G’raha dancing like a professional by the end of this whether he wanted it or not.

A few steps in, already his feet were tangled up in themselves. He staggered right, stumbled left. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t move in-sync with the Warrior, who seemed far more skilled at this than anyone would have guessed. She had such refined grace to her steps, so much so that he was starting to feel bad for her. Here she was trying to dance with him, and he was simply falling over himself, unable to keep up. She must have felt so embarrassed or tired of his inability to catch up--

She suddenly spun him outward, and pulled him back in. He prayed no one heard the small yelp of surprise before he smashed into her on the pull-back, his feet unintentionally stomping down onto her toes. He stumbled back from her again, his face running hot with furious embarrassment as he watched her look down at her unarmored toes with a slight wince.

“P-perhaps this was a bad idea?” He said as his ears pressed flat against his head. He backed up further. “My apologies, but we should stop--”

She walked right back into his personal space again and grabbed his arm firmly, pulling him back with a smile.

“You’re doing so well though!” She said as she pulled his hands back into position. “Let’s keep practicing! You’ve almost got it!”

That fiery determination to teach him was still burning in her eyes. He couldn’t help but be inspired by her will to keep going at this, despite his shortcomings. He pursed his lips and nodded, and their dance resumed. Or, her dance resumed. Whatever he was doing was hardly qualified as a dance.

One, two, three. One, two, three. Gradually, he could feel his movements getting a little bit smoother, and his feet weren’t shuffling about as much--SMACK. As he dipped to the left with her, they collided with another pair of dancers, who stumbled away in response to the sudden crash. G’raha ducked his head as the Warrior grinned apologetically and waved her hand, and the pair stared at them a moment before resuming their dance.

“Are you sure about this?” G’raha asked in a whisper as he looked at the Warrior with growing concern. “There are plenty of other people who are probably far better at this than I.”

“It’s fine.” She said. “Let’s try again, okay?”

“But--!”

Her grip on his hand tightened reassuringly. “I want to dance with you. No one else.”

G’raha’s head jerked back in surprise, his heart fluttering to the sternness of her expression and the tone she had used. Her mind was made up, and he knew from experience that no matter how hard he pushed her away, she would continue to come back. She was so, so stubborn… Oh how he loved that about her.

Once more, she positioned their hands, her determination giving way to a soft expression he could not quite place as her eyes locked with his. His heart so foolishly told him it was shy fondness; that she too longed for this closeness, for all barriers and professionalism to vanish and reveal something far more emotionally intimate. But logic told him otherwise. There was no way in any lifetime that someone as magnificent and heroic as the Warrior of Light would view him as anything more than just… Well. He was a side character in her story, nothing worth noting or writing about. Standing beside her and her greatness, he was simply noise on the wind.

They began dancing again, with G’raha stumbling and fumbling after her. But she didn’t quit on him, and continuously encouraged him and guided his steps. The earlier embarrassment hadn’t gone away, he knew people were still watching him fail, but the small bouts of frustration and guilt were certainly fading with each new step he got right. Partially because he was impressed with his progress, but mostly because her face would light up in joy anytime he performed the dance correctly, and he had a front row seat all to himself to witness that bright, beaming grin.

Eventually he got it right. All of it. He was able to match her steps and keep up with her, although his movements were far less refined. He was able to step, lean and twirl her without ever glancing down to his feet. To which he was thankful, it meant he got to spend more time looking at her, watching her move and giggle with glee with immense fondness. The way her hair bounced around her, the delightful wiggles of her ears and tail, the tiny way her nose would crinkle with each grin. He had become so focused on her that the courtyard seemed to vanish, the noise of laughter and people around them fading into the background.

It was just them and the music.

He couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

He carefully pulled her back in toward him after a small twirl, and as she collapsed into him, their eyes locked and their dance halted almost instantly. She was very close, so much so that the tip of her nose had brushed against his, signaling alarms in his brain. Every logical part of him was screaming, he couldn’t let his professionalism falter, he needed to put a small distance between them, bring that wall back up so he wouldn’t say or do something to ruin what they had. He took a breath to speak, to say something, anything to put up that barrier up again, but his words got caught in his throat the moment he saw her eyelids droop and her gaze lower toward his lips.

Her head tilted slightly and he felt her press toward him, her fingers gripping tightly onto his shoulder and hand. His heart began racing, pounding loud in his ears as a warmth pooled in his chest at the sight of her eyelids closing and her cheeks flushing pink in the moonlight. Despite logic and anxiety telling him to run, to back out fast before their friendship was ruined, he didn’t. He instead leaned back toward her, accepting her invitation, his lips just barely brushing against hers in a--

BOOM!

G’raha slammed his forehead into her in surprise at the sudden explosion that erupted over head. They stumbled back from one another, startled, as they pressed their now aching heads into the palms of their hands simultaneously.

“Ow--!” She yelped quietly.

“Apologies…!” G’raha murmured as he rubbed his forehead.

BOOM! POP!

At the same time, G’raha and the Warrior looked upward to the recurring explosions, watching as massive blasts of color lit up in the night sky. Fireworks… He forgot there were fireworks tonight. G’raha looked over toward the Warrior as she returned his gaze. They both smiled apologetically and released a tiny awkward laugh.

This time, he took the step toward her, his crystal hand reaching out to hers. His fingers tapped against her hand testingly, to ensure this step was okay. She responded by curling and locking her fingers around his. G’raha had never seen the Warrior express anything but bravery or anger, so when he saw her bashfully duck her head and her face turning pink in delight the moment their hands pressed together, his chest swelled with a growing love he could barely contain. He tugged her toward him, to which she gave no resistance and quite hurriedly stepped up to him again, clearly hoping to pick up where they had left off.

“There you are.” Came the familiar voice of Y’shtola as she promptly invited herself into the space, freezing them both in place.

Y’shtola’s arm swung around and locked with the Warrior’s, tugging her from the stunned and shocked G’raha, their hand slipping apart as she was pulled away from him.

“Thancred has gotten himself hopelessly drunk and is absolutely convinced that you turned into a Lightwarden and are exploding in the sky.” She continued as she led the Warrior away. She gave a hard, pointed glance back at G’raha. She still didn’t trust him. “He needs you to convince him otherwise.”

“Uh--oh. Of course! Lead on!” The Warrior said.

The Warrior glanced back at him with a hopeless smile, her fingers raising to give a small farewell wave as she was dragged off by her understandably protective mother-figure. G’raha returned the tiny wave with his own, his hand slowly lowering the further away she got. He sighed at the small twinge of pain forming in his chest as she disappeared from view.

Were it so easy...

He turned around, ready to make his way toward a table of food, only to stop dead in his tracks, his stomach dropping and his blood running cold. Behind him stood Lyna, her arms crossed and a knowing grin on her face, and behind her, stood several other Crystarium denizens who looked far too amused.

“H-h-how long have you all been there?!” He exclaimed in shock.

“Long enough.” Lyna answered. “You weren’t exactly hiding.”

“You’ll get her next time!” One of the figures in the crowd yelled.

“Go for it, Exarch!”

“You have our blessing!”

G’raha’s face went a dark red and a small noise escaped him. He quickly pulled his hood over his head as they approached him, smothering him in encouragement to try his best next time at wooing the Warrior of Darkness.

#FFxivWrite2019 #Crystal Exarch #WoLxExarch #my writings #fics #So a while ago I died at the idea of the Exarch and WoL doing the FF8 dance #and here I am now #writing is as a prompt fic #bECAUSE I AM WEAK #-WHEEZES-

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sankakuzone · 5 years

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青空の下、あなたを待った

#FFXIV #ffxiv art #ff14 #ffxiv 5.0 #ffxiv spoilers #crystal exarch #ffxiv shadowbringers #水晶公 #光公 #グ・ラハ・ティア #wolxexarch #au ra #ヒカ公 #tags below are spoilers:#g'raha tia #miqo'te

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ishgard-dragoon · 5 years

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Prompt #8:

Cheese

He was driven to thank N’eikoura, in any way he could. He stole her from her home, he took away her friends and nearly her life, as apparently he called to her amidst the battle against her and Zenos yae Galvus, who was being piloted by an ascian. He would find a way to thank the heroic dragoon for saving her in that vital moment. First, he needed to express limitless gratitude for her continuation of being… her.

Food! That was it. Food was the way. Everyone liked food. What food did everyone enjoy? He thought for a moment. Cheese. He needed to put the cheese with something-- sandwiches. Excellent. The Crystal Exarch congratulated himself on his brilliance. Ah, but now was not the time to bask in his own ephemeral magnificence. He needed to give his thanks to her.

Oh no. He thought. What if she was one of those rare few who disliked cheese? A wash of stinging anxiety swept over him. He didn’t know if she liked cheese!! He needed to find out immediately. He would have to somehow discreetly ask her if she liked cheese.

Later that day, he saw her strolling through the market to repair her dragoon armour.

“N’eikoura.” He began, she turned to him and gasped, then gave him a smile which sent pleasant wisps through his body. “I don’t mean to impose but I require some assistance, if I may.”

“Anything! What is it?” She tilted her head while folding her hands in her N’ei manner.

“How would you rate cheese? On a scale of 1 to 10?”

“A MILLION!!” She burst forward as she nearly leaped into the air and squeaked loudly with large, dilated pupils.

“Oh!” His heart pounded at her reaction. A sudden explosion of excitement within him. He had the urge to catch her in his arms, but he knew better, he kept his distance, and leaned back slightly instead.

Then the night came. He saw her submerge into her room where the sandwiches were waiting. She never suspected a thing, mission success!

#ffxivwrite2019 #crystal exarch #n’eikoura nehley #wolXExarch #my writing #I asked if I could use my free ticket thing for an extra credit day that i missed and got a yes!

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theaetherhealerffxiv · 5 years

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Lemme just throw some Exarch choice pics too at you all.

Literally these are just choice pics so I dont flood. Albums people. Albums.

#these seem like they are taken better cause i managed to get good weather/areas #it like to RAIN OR BE DARK whenever i tried to photoshoot with thancred #wolxexarch #i dont have a shp name for them #5.0 spoilers #crystal exarch

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fheythfully · 4 years

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and just like a folk song our love will be passed on

#the muse #ffxiv #ffxiv shb #final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers #miqote #g'raha tia #wolxexarch #lia edits

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4liller · 4 years

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Sketches from my twitter.

It’s WoL x Exarch loving hours once again!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers #wol x g'raha tia #5.3 spoilers #wol x crystal exarch #my art #im still in love with wolxexarch #plz end me

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rohariel · 4 years

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Panel two of my comic strip I'm working on finally done. Making this comic strip after years of not working on a comic makes me realize why I stopped trying to make comics 😂

Also, I hate having to wait for the whole thing to be done, before uploading, it's killing me 😭

#art update #to be continued #it's a wolxexarch comic btw #because i can't contain my thirst

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witchfall · 4 years

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6. starlight

free day. got light in a random word generator, i shit you not, so I decided to expand on some feelings I had about hooded exarch. may expand on this one day.

5.0 spoilers

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The Exarch's brain scatters when he sees her. His mantle of a personality stutters as G'raha Tia cries out, longing and despaired. She is stark red and sea green against the wan, light-drenched paleness of Lakeland, angry with him just as she was in their halcyon days. A century has passed. Those memories linger with him like the taste of her aether.

But this fury is more pointed. More knowable. Years and years and years ago, she held for him the frustrations of a girl who didn't know how to be teased. Now she glares, astute, for he has taken from her every friend and every choice, if only to see her survive.

He calms his beating heart and tells her to meet him somewhere more private and he wonders, for a keen moment, if he could just tell her everything, after all.

"Let me first thank you for answering my summons."

He can't. He is a stranger.

"Do you have any idea the trouble you've caused?" she snaps.

An inkling, he says, an inkling. He begs her forgiveness, but smothers the notion with explanation instead -- the cursed light, scalding the land of meaning. Her eyes widen and she glances backward, toward the road they had just left.

When she turns back, she just nods. She is just as he remembers. But gods, she looks so tired now.

With a song and bowshot, she brings the darkness back. He had forgotten the sheen of starlight on her skin. He falls to his knees, glad for the excuse to honor her.

He begs her to stay and she closes her eyes, as if in deep pain. I guess I have no choice but to fight, she says, and he thanks her even as it crushes him. She's never had a choice, has she? And he is taking another away, subjecting her to potential torment, if only to preserve her life -- one in which she will be subjected to heroic feats of sacrifice, again and again.

This isn’t the first time he considers the philosophical underpinnings of his actions. But it is the first time that he has done so while looking at her under the night sky in more than 100 years, and for once he balls his fists in acceptance. His heart swells. How has he survived all these years without looking at her?

Selfishly, he decides then that what he is doing is right.

Even so, Alisaie presses him to prove it.

There are…things we can ill-afford to lose, he says. When he turns and sees Izzie facing the sky, ponderous and distant in a way she never was in his memories, he ignores the part of him that wonders if there are also some things we can never get back.

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Izzie stands in moonlight; it reflects in harsh angles, pooling in deep shadows on her face. The Exarch stands just beyond the doorway’s threshold. She looks at him and frowns just slightly, and the shadows deepen just so. His heart keens.

As ever, he dances only to her tune.

“It’s a lonely job, isn’t it?” Her voice is soft in her room in the Pendants, like it could get lost there.

He should have left. “It can...lend itself to solitude,” he equivocates.

“Yeah,” she says, looking away, confirming her own question. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” She runs a hand through her hair. It’s so long now. He can’t stop marveling at it. “Maybe because you would understand.”

And so he is pinned there, listening. I’m lonely, she says, but I think you are, too. Have you ever let anyone see you under that hood? Why not? What's the point of saving them if they never get to know you?

“Do you not wonder the same thing of yourself?” he asks her, before he can stop himself. She recoils as if slapped. He curses himself, over and over, as she turns away and hides her face from him.

“The ones who do die,” she says bluntly. “Your tower being here is proof of that.”

He takes his leave not long after that and silently walks back to the tower, the long way. But not even the sight of stars can calm him. He reaches the Umbilicus, takes down his hood, and collapses on the floor. He thinks to cry or scream or flail until the dread of 100 years leaves his body, but he lays there, the cool of marble against his cheek, until he falls asleep.

He dreams of her, as always.

#ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite #crystal exarch #crystal exarch x wol #g'raha tia #otp: upon an eternal wind #izzie nenelori #kathryn writes

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kezzart · 4 years

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“Research” at the Cabinet of Curiosities. (wolxexarch)

#Esfir Liluya #WoL/WoD #G'raha Tia #Crystal Exarch #miqo'te #keeper of the moon #seeker of the sun #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #shadowbringers

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karoiseka · 5 years

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Voracious

So, this is the FFXIV Sept writing prompt stuff. I’m going to slowly post what I have, and hopefully have my last.... 7? 8? done by the time I’m done posting these. I (for those reading these later) didn’t have Tumbler when these started, so, posting them after the fact. So, starting with the first!

Spoilers for 5.0 End of current MSQ for FFXIV!

Searching….

G’raha frantically tore through the ruins of Ishgard, searching for one more clue, one more story, one more book. There wasn’t enough time, there was all the time, all the time was gone for her-

Searching….

He was once more a young man in the forest, taunting a new adventurer. Could he have guessed at that moment what the future would bring to both of them? Could he have even dreamed of the events that were going to happen in the next few decades? The years seemed to be kind, to be so full of promise and happiness. Teasing the black and blue haired Miqo’te with hints for what she was looking for, staying just out of sight. He took in her tousled hair and sapphire eyes, not knowing what she would later mean to him. Laughing he sprinted away through the trees trying to keep one step ahead of her.

Searching….

Once more tearing through Ishgard, in House Fortemps, he pauses in the Lord’s library. Books all in disarray as if someone had already been through them and hadn’t found what they were looking for--or maybe they had. A thick volume sat on top of the large desk, a dragon motif on it’s cover. G’raha Tia flipped through it frantically, looking for anything, any clue about his hero, the one he had lost, the one his heart hurt for. It was too early in the timeline though, well before she--

Searching….

The Tower was ready to go, his inner solar filled with the books, tomes, scrolls, and scraps of paper all laden with stories he hadn’t gotten to fully pore through yet. He glanced down at his right hand, now no longer quite his own, the crystal almost glowing from within. He would hopefully have enough time to go through all the treasures surrounding him to be able to find her once more, to change the past that would bring him back to her.

Searching….

He sighed once more as the white-haired Elezen young lady sat before him instead of his shining star. She was the fifth he had pulled and missed when looking for the Warrior of Light. He had been so close that time, the girl telling him how they had been a finger’s length apart when he interrupted the battle. One more time, that’s all the time he had, the Light ever encroaching, all he needed now was her.

Searching….

He sat in his study, four books open at once, the young Viera playing on the floor beside him. The Exarch as they were calling him now gasped as she pulled a volume almost bringing the stack of tomes next to her crashing onto her small frame. He righted the stack, gently taking the book from her. Placing on the desk with the others he frowned at it. He could have sworn he had read every scrap in the tower ten times over, but the cover he didn’t recognize. It had all the standards of Eorzea on the cover, and as he dove into it, he realized it covered the battle of Ghimlyt Dark and the events shortly thereafter. With renewed heart, he read voraciously, realizing at last he might have found his final clues to bring himself back to her.

Searching….

G’raha awoke with a start, memories flooding in before he remembered all that had transpired. He was somehow still alive, the First and the Source still saved, and most importantly of all, he looked beside him down at the sleeping face of his shining light that had saved them all, grateful that despite all his searching, she had found him.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2019 #Karoiseka #OC #WoLxExarch #crystal exarch #my writing #g'raha tia

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frostclawdragoon · 5 years

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Prompt #18: “Wilted Resolve”

((And now another completely self-indulging Fem!WoLMiqo and Exarch fic inspired by today’s prompt.

This time its ROMANTIC ANGST! 8D

Spoilers for Shadowbringers so it’s all put under the cut!))

Sitting on the edge of his most favorite watchtower within the Crystarium, the Crystal Exarch watched as the blue, cloudy sky shifted to soft pinks and oranges as the sun slowly began to set behind the distant mountains. He had completely forgotten what a sunset sky looked like, so when the night finally returned to Lakeland, he took every opportunity to watch the sky go from bright blue to a deep navy. He had to enjoy the little things like this while he still could, after all.

“Exarch?” Came the familiar voice of the Warrior of Light--or… Darkness, as it where. He looked over as she approached curiously. “What are you doing up here?”

He smiled from under his hood and held out his hand toward the sunset. “Observing your finest and latest work of art, my friend.”

She stopped, her ears and eyebrows flicking up in surprise simultaneously. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at her expression, it was… Very cute.

“Very funny.” She said as she set her hands on her hips. “But in seriousness, I almost never see anyone up here except guards on patrol.”

“Ah… I come out here to think.” He admitted as he looked back out toward the setting sun. “I enjoy feeling the wind on my face… And now watching the sun set.” He paused a moment. “... You never really realize how deeply something affects you until it's gone… Now that the sky is back, I cannot help but bask in the beauty of twilight.”

The warrior made a thoughtful noise in response, and stood quietly as she carefully considered his words.

“Can I join you?” She asked.

“Of course!” The Exarch exclaimed delightfully as he looked back toward her. “I would be most honored if you did.”

She smiled wide, then walked over closer to take a seat beside him, letting both her legs dangle off the edge of the tower. Quietly they sat side-by-side, watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the mountain ranges of Lakeland. The Exarch couldn’t help but smile slightly with nostalgia, recalling a time long ago where they had done this very same thing. Sitting at the edge of that old broken road that overlooked the giant chasm at the base of the Crystal Tower… So many stories had been exchanged between them; her and her adventures against the Garlean threat, him and his adventures searching for remnants of Allagan history.

He remembered the day she found out he could sing… She would always get a look on her face, one small and shy that told him she wanted to hear one of his many songs; be it a song he learned from his parents or a song made up on the spot that always ended in laughter because of poor lyric choices. She deeply enjoyed his music, he could tell by the light in her eyes and the grin on her face, but she was always too embarrassed to ask.

“I don’t want to inconvenience you.” She always said.

“You could never be an inconvenience, even if you tried!” He always told her.

Oh those days… When things started off so simple and easy, when it was just them and their innocence and excitement for discovery… How he longed for a time again where they both could delve into the ruins of a lost civilization to uncover its secrets... He would give anything to be at her side again...

You never really realize how deeply something affects you until it's gone.

He frowned slightly. For years he had been nothing but determined to see his mission through to the bitter end. He could not be shaken nor deterred, no matter what was done or said to him. Everything would go as planned, he would see to that, no matter the cost. For those that could be saved, for those who had given their lives. His life to save millions, to save her, was a price he was absolutely willing to pay and he had made peace with that long ago.

Or so he had thought.

In that moment, when he sprinted out of the Crystarium and his eyes laid upon her in the flesh before him, his resolve all but wilted. In the time where he was from, she was gone. True he had expected to be awakened from his slumber to unfamiliar faces, but nothing could prepare him for the reality he faced: She had died and it had been too soon. Far too soon. Her life had been ripped away from her so unfairly and it crushed him entirely to learn of her fate. So when he saw her, alive and healthy, it took every ounce of strength he had to restrain himself. For so long he had wanted nothing more than to see her again, to talk to her, to be with her and share with her all his stories that he had collected over the years.

But he couldn’t. He had made a promise and he had to see it through, despite how desperately his heart yearned to be with her, he couldn’t. Too much had been sacrificed to reach this point, so no matter how loud his heart would scream, no matter how jealous, how envious, how much in love he was or could be, he would ignore it. He would ignore all of it. He had to.

“Is something wrong?” The Warrior’s voice stirred him from his thoughts, and when he looked at her, she stared back with concern. “You were frowning pretty hard.”

“Was I?” He questioned. She gave him a pointed look and he laughed softly. “My apologies. I was… Lost in thought.”

“If I may ask, what were you thinking so intensely about?”

The logical side of him told him to stay quiet or to make up an excuse. Any excuse would work; Vauthry, the remaining Lightwardens, something related to the Crystarum, anything!... But his heart… Oh his foolish, foolish heart…

“... There is something I have to do, something extremely important.” He said softly, the words falling out of him uncontrollably. He was fighting mentally himself for it. “But a recent event has shaken my courage and is making me doubt my resolve… So I am worried that I will not be able to do what needs to be done when the time comes.”

“I understand that.” The Warrior said. He stared at her in surprise. “But fear is part of the journey, you know? It takes courage to face those fears, to ignore those voices of doubt so you keep walking forward and keep growing stronger.”

“... Are you saying that you’ve been afraid…?” He asked.

“Of course! Everyone gets scared!” She answered. “But I have things to lose, family and friends, and that’s what keeps people like us going, right? We have to protect the things that matter.”

The Exarch stared at her, his eyes wide behind the shadows of his hood as a sense of overwhelming relief washed over him. He never thought hearing such words would bring him the amount of comfort that it did. Even more so, he never thought he’d ever hear the Warrior of Darkness herself say that she had been fearful at points her life too. He should have expected it, she wasn’t some kind of mechanical construct, but… To know someone that he admired so much felt the same way he did... That moments of doubt and fear plagued her too...

The sudden gentle brush of fingertips against his hand startled him, and he glanced down to see the Warrior’s palm resting against the back of his hand in reassurance. He looked up at her again only to be met with a warm, comforting smile that simultaneously made his heart swell in adoration and shatter with heartbreak.

“Whatever it is you have to do, I know you can do it. But don’t be afraid to ask for help if you need it, you have a lot of people here that would be glad to lend a hand.” Her smile grew wider. “You’re not alone.”

He ducked his head slightly, hiding his face further in his hood to ensure that if any of the tears welling in his eyes fell, she wouldn’t see them. “Thank you...”

In a moment of what he considered a weakness, he turned his hand just enough to allow his fingers to wrap around her own, to which she responded by gently squeezing his fingers firmly. Such a small gesture meant more to him than she probably knew. To feel her hand in his was the greatest gift anyone could have ever given him. it reminded him that she was really here, filled with warmth and life.

Strangely, as the minutes ticked away, she did not pull her hand away from his grasp, and he could only assume she sought the same comforts and reassurances that he did, or maybe she sensed his still lingering worries. Whatever the case might have been for her, he held onto her hand for as long as she allowed, occasionally giving a slight squeeze to remind himself that, for this one moment in time, they were here, together, and they were alive.

#FFxivWrite2019 #Crystal Exarch #WoLxExarch #I just wanted them to hold hands and be dramatic honestly sGDLFGMDFGLFD #my writings

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crystalsexarch · 5 years

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i love you - haurchefant

erm...something I wrote as part of a slow burn fic where the Warrior of Light starts a relationship with Crystal Exarch, and reminisces on past relationships...like the one she had with a certain son of Fortemps.

You can read the whole thing here. It’s ultimately WolXExarch but this...this one hurt me, too...

He had said he loved her.

“I’m sorry.” She blinked. “You said you love me?”

“Yes.” His response bright and simple, like it was nothing.

“You plant your head between my legs and decide you love me? Is that your idea of romance?”

“Well, no. I decided long ago. But I wanted to tell you.” He rubbed his chin over her left thigh, lowering his eyelids. The light of the sun coming in through his window painted pictures on his pretty grey head. “Besides. Is there somewhere else you’d have me be? Other than where I am now?” A cheeky grin. “Between your legs?”

This man was a little devil, but the antithesis of her previous male partner. Yes, this one was a trickster, a fiend...a friend. She and the Elezen lay completely naked in his bed, apparently the most foolish and vulnerable knights in all Eorzea. She ran her thumbs over her knuckles and mumbled something. “N-no. You can stay.”

“Splendid.” He pushed himself forward on his elbows and kissed her belly button, inhaling slowly. “I do love you so.”

His nose tickled her stomach, but her lips squirmed for another reason. “Are...are you not going to ask me if I love you, too?”

“Well, no.”

“Why not?”

He cocked his head to look up at her. “That would hardly be fair, would it? I’ve only just revealed my own feelings to you. If you were to make a declaration, I’d not have it born of a compromising position.”

“Hmph.” She propped her feet upon his back. “Are you not, yourself, in a compromising position this very moment?”

“My darling, I think you’ve got it backwards.”

The next instant, his tongue was at her entrance, lapping, threatening at a leisurely pace. Before she could stop him, he brought a hand over her thigh and pressed down on her clit, circling it from above. An expert. A trickster, a fiend - a bastard.

“Ha...ah...aurchefant…”

“Such wonderful sounds you make.”

“Well, don’t stop now!”

“Mmm…”

He returned to his work. At first, she kept her head locked back against the bed frame, frozen in her first waves of arousal. After a while, though, she chanced to look down at him bobbing happily to please her. Want ruled most of her brain - but a part of her couldn’t help but observe how unlike Estinien he looked, with his eyes closed peacefully, his brow unfurled. She bit her lip and stopped trying to restrain an involuntary wink.

Something in her hips - or perhaps a more intimate area of her body - must have alerted him to a change in her demeanor. Without stopping, he glanced up at her, regarded her scrunched expression, and smiled with his eyes. He planted his lips on her clit and shifted his arms to sit beneath her thighs - and pulled her hips forward.

She slid from the bed frame to recline totally with her forearm shielding her face.

He started rubbing his fingers across her wetness while he licked just above, every other lick more like a suck - a motion that made her pulse with the rhythm of his work. Estinien would have embarrassed her for having tells, but this was a man who loved what he was doing - loved her, if she took him as sincere.

“May I?” he asked, painting around her opening with his finger.

She nodded twice with fervor.

And he plunged inside.

“Ah...ah...ah…”

She squeaked at every motion. She could ask him to go faster, but she knew she would come far too quickly to escape his ministrations. There was something swelling within her besides pleasure. Something sweeter and bubblier. Something she never felt with Estinien.

“My sweet Warrior,” he said, gripping her thigh with his free hand. “So small you are.”

“C-c...compared to you.” Her voice cracked. She could hardly get it out.

“Hmm?”

He pulled himself away (the removal of his finger causing her some small amount of stress) and looked at her like he hadn’t been laboring for her bliss.

She peered at him from beneath her arm. “I said...compared to you. Your kind.”

“I heard you,” he said, drawing closer to her face. “But you...you’re crying.”

She was crying.

She was crying. and he had known it from her other sounds.

“Haurchefant…” she said.

He responded with her name and set his hand upon her cheek. “What troubles you?”

“You,” she said, covering her face again and nudging his shoulder. “You do. You damn fool.”

His shoulders relaxed a bit. “Pray tell...what is amiss? Have I hurt you?”

“Of course I love you.” She pounded his chest once with each fist. “I love you. You absolute buffoon…”

He did not smile. Instead, he put his thumb under her lip before closing the distance with a simple kiss. After, he touched his forehead to hers and let the heat radiate between them.

“All is well,” he said.

It was. Then.

#haurchefant #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ff14 fanfic #ff14

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niomemizune · 4 years

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Get to Know Me Tag Meme

Rules: Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you’d like to know better.

1. Dogs or Cats?

I am definitely a dog person - right now, at least. Probably when I get my own place I’d be better suited for a cat >_>

Pictured is my current doggo, who is a brat!

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities?

Depends on the celebrity, definitely. But without a doubt it wouldn’t be a Youtube celebrity. I don’t tend to follow what Youtube thinks is popular....

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be?

I really like New England (where I live) in the USA. But.... I have also heard nice things about Canada. Depending on politics, might be better moving there! That being said, I really liked it when I went to visit family in Germany, I’d just need to learn the language!

4. Disney or DreamWorks?

I’m probably biased because this blog (and Niome’s in-game avatar) used to be Astrid-themed from How To Train Your Dragon. Sooooo..... While Disney movies have that nostalgia kick, I do have to root for the underdog sometimes. I say Dreamworks.

5. Favourite childhood TV show?

Hm, that’s a tough one, since there were so many! I liked anything anime back in middle school, but at the same time I was also really big into classic toons. Angry Beavers, Recess, Code Lyoko, Avatar the Last Airbender.....But at the same time I was also OBSESSED with Naruto when I was younger. (Still am at times)

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020

I had to look up what’s coming out. The new Call of the Wild looks good, that was a great book. I just hope the movie holds up. Jungle Cruise looks SURPRISINGLY good.

I’m also a big fan of animated movies so.... Scoob! is probably on that list.

7. Favorite book you read in 2019?

I.... don’t read as much as I want to. There is one book that I want to get the audiobook for and read along... Star Trek: The Next Generation - Q in Law.

I’m a nerd.

8. Marvel or DC?

Hm, probably Marvel. I need to see all the Avengers movies one day. Deadpool is SO GOOD THOUGH.

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favourite Justice League member?

Uh? I don’t know enough about comic books to pick an X-Men. I guess Pica--- Xavier ;) (I LIKE STAR TREK, OKAY?!?)

10. Night or Day?

Definitely a Night lover.

11. Favourite Pokemon?

So.... aesthetically, I really like Primarina (since water/fairy is SO ME), but I have to give it to Mudkip :P

12. Top 5 bands:

Okay, so you know how I mentioned I’m a nerd? I can maybe do a few bands, but most of the music I listen to falls under Vocaloid.... so...... Here’s my top Vocaloid Producers?

1. Mothy (AkunoP)

2. Hitoshizuku x Yama △

3. Ghost

4. PinocchioP

5. Mitchie M

And a 6th. CircusP/VocaCircus

13. Top 10 books.

What part of “I have trouble sitting down and reading” do you not get? I will try to pull some top books out of my ass, let’s go! IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Chronicles of Light

Because of Winn Dixie by Kate DiCamillo

Holes by Louis Sachar

Call of the Wild by Jack London

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle by Betty Macdonald

The Giver by Lois Lowry

Beloved by Toni Morrison

And I can’t think of any more. But these are all books I have enjoyed in the past.... I also used to love Harry Potter, but....

14. Top 4 movies

Princess Mononoke

Lilo & Stitch

The Birdcage

Megamind

It’s hard to only pick 4!!!!!!

15. America or Europe?

When I visited Europe I really enjoyed it, but I don’t know if I’d be able to live there longterm. I went to Germany, Northern France (Normandy), and England.

16. Tumblr or Twitter?

Tumblr. I have a Twitter, but I never use it.

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life?

Pro Choice. It shouldn’t be anyone else’s choice but your own.

18. Favorite YouTuber?

Uh.... MisterHappy? Idk.

19. Favorite author ?

That’s so tough! I wanna say..... Fanfic authors. I see you out there writing Crystal Exarch x WoL and I LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU AND THANK YOU.

20. Tea or Coffee?

Definitely tea. A nice vanilla chai latte, please. Or Earl Grey, hot.

21. OTP ?

Can I say WoLxExarch? WoLxAymeric? WoLxANYONE??!?

22. Do you play an instrument/sing ?

I..... sing.... ish..... I don’t think I’m very good, but I enjoy it nonetheless. I don’t know that I have any of my singing uploaded for the public, though. :P Sorry!

Got tagged by the LOVELY @mai-takeda, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

TAGGING (and don’t feel you need to do it): @seina-kurokiba, @spotofmummery, @actualkomodo, @enkidu-egi, @scholarlostintime, @jorandalkitor, @goldplatedfool, @avwalya, @arabeka-ffxiv, @thefallenofbajhiri, @caustic-bite... AND THAT’S 11! WOO! Don’t feel like you have to do it, but it’s also an OPEN TAG

#ooc #Thanks for the tag!#this is a long one #but thanks Mai!

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