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B'alith Tia | 7.5 spoilers

@inmyleylines.bsky.social

3 days ago

Pas de deux • G'raha Tia/Warrior of Light • 1.5k words • Teen B'alith is finally ready to talk about why he does not dance. For the WoL/G'raha Week prompt "Past". #wolgrahaweek #wolgrahaweek2026 #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic

Pas de deux
by TalesOfTheFox

Summary:
The Warrior of Light does not dance. The time has finally come for him to talk about why.

“B’alith, did… did something happen to you, to make this such an uncomfortable topic?" G'raha finally asked. His voice was pitched low enough that B'alith had to lean in close to hear him over the music; no doubt intentionally so, to coax him into uncurling himself slightly. "You don’t have to talk about it if you'd rather not, but I know so little about what your life was like before our paths first crossed.” He laid his hand over B’alith’s more firmly, lacing their fingers together in the way he had learned would offer comfort. “If you'll let me, I want to know about the parts of your story that didn’t make it into the annals of history.”

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Soren V 💠 WOLGRAHA WEEK BABEY

@sorensplorin.bsky.social

2 days ago

#wolgrahaweek2026 💠 Day 2 💠 Truth A heartbeat. A breath. A bowstring is nothing more than a wave suspended, a vehicle of kinetic energy. Ao3 🔗 archiveofourown.org/works… (A longtime WIP, finally finished! Set in early 6.0 #endwalker before Garlemald.) 💠 #RahaKahzu 💠 #ffxivwriters

Soren carefully pushes herself closer, determined to taste more of him, to savor him again in the way she wished she could have before, without her salty tears. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and slightly over where he kneels, her knees straddling his. Soren's hands roam gently across G'raha's back. She sneaks her tongue along the seam of his lips, and he responds in kind, heavy breaths turning to languid open-mouth kisses, and reveling in the feeling of his tongue against hers.

For all the gentleness in of his lips, he trembles with metered effort, his whole body a well-strung bow.

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B'alith Tia | 7.5 spoilers

@inmyleylines.bsky.social

over 1 year ago

Here we go: I couldn't find a starter pack for FFXIV writer accounts, so I made my own! This is a combination of personal requests, looking through related tags, and my own writer moots. Please share widely, and let me know if you'd like to be added or removed! #ffxiv #ffxivfanfic #ffxivwriters

A collection of accounts for writers in the FFXIV fandom. Topics and ratings will vary; curate your own browsing experiences as you need!

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🐱steak🐱

@mistswarden.bsky.social

3 days ago

Paraklausithyron Vol 1: Compère. Chapter 4: Underground in Ul'dah: Business Management is now on AO3! M/M | 8.6k | E #steakposting #steakgraha #wolgraha #ffxivfic #ffxivwriters

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Celestaux

@duskwightdancer.bsky.social

5 days ago

Happy Day 1 of #wolgrahaweek2026! Heed the tags on this one, but have my fic for Awake/Asleep! Rated M | #wolgraha | Unnamed M!WoL | Toxic Pining Exarch | ~2.2k words 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works… #wolgrahaweek #ffxivwriters #ffxivfic

A screenshot of a fanfiction on AO3.

Title: they taste like you, only bitter
Author: steamingcupoftea

Summary:
Finally his plans had worked, finally he had done what he'd set out to do a hundred years ago when he first arrived from the Source. Finally the Warrior of Light, the First's new Warrior of Darkness, stood in the flesh on the First and finally the Exarch felt like maybe things would go according to his plan.

But it wasn't only that – it wasn't only that he knew finally there would be a chance to save the home that he'd built here and save the Source in turn. The Exarch knew there was something else gnawing at him, burning a hole deep down in his crystallized heart. The young man he'd once been was awakened by seeing the Warrior again and there was no putting him back to sleep.

And so, shameful as it was, the Exarch let himself watch.

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Celestaux

@duskwightdancer.bsky.social

4 days ago

Day 2 of #wolgrahaweek2026! Again watch the tags on this one, but here's my fic for Truth/Fiction! Rated M | #wolgraha | Unnamed M!WoL | 8th Umbral Calamity | ~2.6k words 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works… #wolgrahaweek #ffxivwriters #ffxivfic

A screenshot of a fanfiction on AO3.

Title: wake me up when all this is over
Author: steamingcupoftea

Summary:
G'raha Tia sunk to the ground tiredly at the base of the Tower and looked out at what they called a city. The remnants of Mor Dhona pushed closer to the lake, scrap and wreckage turned into makeshift shacks and homes pressed up between the Tower and the Keeper of the Lake. It didn't feel like much of a city at all, but G'raha knew better than to speak those words aloud. Nothing in this world was how he remembered it to be, nothing looked as he may have expected it to look. And so, since he'd been woken up into this world and told of the death and destruction of the land he once knew, he kept his mouth shut and did not dare speak most things aloud. The whole landscape had changed with the Calamity and the Black Rose nearly two centuries ago.

Two centuries.

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Celestaux

@duskwightdancer.bsky.social

2 days ago

Happy Day 4 of #wolgrahaweek2026! I gave them a happy ending this time! With a lot of angst first, but a happy ending nonetheless! Rated T | #wolgraha | Unnamed M!WoL | G'raha POV | Post Ultima Thule | ~2.2k words 🔗: archiveofourown.org/works… #wolgrahaweek #ffxivwriters #ffxivfic

A screenshot of a fanfiction on AO3.

Title: shadowed by my past
Author: steamingcupoftea

Summary:
G'raha could still see the vision of the Warrior of Light's hand in his own – fingers bent at wrong angles and sticky and warm with blood, but trying so hard to use G'raha as a grounding force.

And G'raha couldn't help the way his mind flashed through memories – the two of them walking hand in hand through the Crystarium, of him leading his partner by the hand showing him the streets of Sharlayan, of the Exarch gripping his hand tight one last time and pressing a kiss to scarred knuckles before letting go.

This was far from the first time he gripped his partner's hand like like a lifeline, even if for just a moment. He knew what it was like to want to keep holding on, to never want to let go. Letting go felt like accepting death itself, so the Exarch had pushed through pain of a different kind to just hold on for a moment longer, to seek comfort out of the Warrior for another breath before he let go so the crystal could take hold. His own final moments of pure white hot agony before the numbness took over and his very being was snuffed out.

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Jellicle Aurora Thee Elezen 🏀KNICKS IN 5🏀

@kylenne.etheirys.social

12 months ago

HOKAY here's my chill lil alternative to FFXIVWrite (congrats to Moen on baby!). I’m throwing it out to the writing community as a super informal thing, not meant to “compete” but just give options! I’ll be using #XIVFictember for my fics if anyone else wants to join in. #ffxivwriters #ffxivfanfic

#XIV Fictember

Prompts by Date:

1. Resilience
2. Ostentatious
3. Talisman
4. Serendipity
5. Whisper
6. Ethos
7. Free Day
8. Meander
9. Sanguine
10. Precipice
11. Malignant
12. Brontide
13. Threshold
14. Free Day
15. Malapert
16. Nostalgia
17. Weal and woe
18. Solicitude
19. Moonlight
20. Reverence
21. Free Day
22. Agita
23. Dissemble
24. Moxie
25. Verdancy
26. Somnolent
27. Refuge
28. Free Day
29. Fervor
30. Reflection

Jellicle Aurora Thee Elezen 🏀KNICKS IN 5🏀 @kylenne.etheirys.social

I HAVE A WRITING PROMPT LIST! :D I’m just throwing together a little graphic for it

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Celestaux

@duskwightdancer.bsky.social

about 4 hours ago

A screenshot of a fanfiction on AO3.

Title: with each and every interaction (it's too late for me)
Author: steamingcupoftea

Summary:
He was already dying; doing so by her sword would be a blessing, really, compared to the alternative.

But if he was honest, he didn't even need the mirror to see her anymore. His Warrior of Light and Darkness lived behind his eyelids every time he closed them. He saw the long planes of her pale throat, the sharpness in her dark eyes, the way they flashed momentarily at any sign of a challenge – things that most wouldn't notice if they hadn't been staring at her, watching her constantly for weeks. Watching as she slayed sin eaters with a single blow, not even minding as the white plaster of their blood sprayed across her face while strong muscles flexed with ease. Watching as those same muscles relaxed under the spray of water as she bathed, vulnerable in a way no one on this star was allowed to see. Watching as sleep finally took her, her body relaxing while her face still twisted and contorted with a pain and a longing he knew not of. A pain he wished to know of, one he wished he could take away.

But that was not what the fates had in mind for him. The Exarch had no right to her heart, the mix of blooms and rot in his lungs told him as much.

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geryon

@sylphlands.bsky.social

11 months ago

"I'm sorry," says Hermes. Meteion turns her head. "To who?" "To you, Meteion." "But which one? There are many of us." BLACKSHEEP | hermes & meteion | 3696 words | rated M | #ffxivwriters archiveofourown.org/works…