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@solient.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 7:31 PM

Today in #FFxivWrite: Kendra's feeling pretty good... but then the shine comes off the apple! O:

@bronnichiwa.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 7:19 PM

#ffxivwrite day 21, also known as

“Rose buries the lede”

archiveofourown.org/works/918161...

@virtyhonos.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 7:06 PM

#FFwrite2026 #FFxivwrite
🔞NSFW🔞
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@woadxiv.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 6:35 PM

Prompt #20, Free Day #3
Aria di Mezzo, Part III

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@larissa.redcrown.net Sep 21, 2026, 5:11 PM

#ffxivwrite day 21: better late than never

warrior of light during endwalker, 514 words

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@woadxiv.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:25 PM

Prompt #19, Liminal

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@woadxiv.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:25 PM

I'm not done yet!

Prompt #18, Reason

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@moen-moen-ffxiv.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:03 PM

#FFxivWrite2026 Prompt #21: Better Late Than Never

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@junknet.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:02 PM

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Snippet 3!

@junknet.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 4:00 PM

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FFXIV Write 2026 - Day 3 - Echelon

Two daughters of House Dzemael prepare for a gala.

archiveofourown.org/works/93020506

@mephiliam.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 3:37 PM

20. Gift (free day)

It was supposed to a usual day for Emmanellain, but it turned to be so much more...

archiveofourown.org/works/93019816

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She listened to every gossip he had to share – though she couldn’t remember half of the names, nor the houses, nor did she really cared at all – but she liked the melody of his voice, the glimmer in his eyes whenever he was talking about this. He was made for this, he was thriving and it was heartwarming.

@lazuliminal.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 3:24 PM

day 20: free day
wol/erenville, vaguely nsfw (nothing actually happens but alamir is sure angling for it)
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After a fight, Alamir gets… high-strung, sometimes, is the best way he can think to describe it. The others don’t seem to notice it - but, then, they’ve had years of the Warrior of Light and much less of Alamir showing himself to them properly. He still doesn’t, really, though Erenville knows he hasn’t quite realized that himself.

Still. Erenville does notice it, which is why he isn’t surprised to wake in the lodgings they’ve been given in Ok’hanu and find Alamir’s bedroll empty. The others are all still asleep, and past Wuk Lamat’s snoring it’s easy enough to slip out unnoticed himself.

Once he’s outside, he considers. They haven’t been in Kozama’uka long enough for the landscape to be familiar to Alamir, but… the trees across the water are most likely, he thinks. Not enough cover elsewhere in most of the places close enough for Erenville to get to easily, and he’ll prefer the elevation to lowering himself amongst the reeds. Thus decided, Erenville makes the trek across the bridge to reach the patch of woodland there and head under cover.

He’s rewarded, soon enough, with the sounds of rustling in the leaves above his head, and he relaxes at the confirmation that he’s picked the right spot. Not the reaction that most people would have to those noises, he knows. But Erenville knows animals, and he knows the difference between a predator in the canopy and something mimicking one.

(So do the actual predators, for that matter, and Erenville hasn’t come across one yet that would be brave or stupid enough to hunt the same quarry as Alamir in one of his moods.)

When the rustling above him fails to manifest into anything more, Erenville resigns himself to a walk through the trees. Tiredness aside, it’s not so bad - the moon is bright enough to see by even under cover, and it’s no great hassle to meander his way along the path, taking in the way that the moonlight transforms the place and keeping one ear on a swivel toward Alamir’s passage through the treetops.

They go on like that for a few minutes before Erenville reaches a spot that opens out a little, though not quite enough that he’d call it a clearing. It’s not a surprise, then, when the rustling above him falls abruptly silent and Erenville has a beat - two, three - to brace himself before a shape comes leaping down to crash into him from above. He rolls with the momentum, letting Alamir drag him to the ground with a minimum of bruising, and from there it’s just a case of rolling them both forcefully until Alamir lies beneath him, chest heaving fetchingly.

It’s all an act, of course. They both know that Alamir doesn’t need to breathe. They both know that there’s no way that Erenville - not even a fighter - could actually overpower Alamir. They both know that even chains around Alamir’s wrists wouldn’t be enough to actually pin him down, and all they have currently is Erenville’s hand around them. But Alamir lets Erenville keep him there, staring up at him with blown-wide eyes and panting like he’s run a marathon, and Erenville just waits for him to come back down from whatever high this brings him.

Eventually, Alamir’s breathing slows and then stops, and his pupils return to more-or-less their usual slits - usual when accounting for the darkness, at least - and Erenville is able to loosen the grip on his wrists. He looks put out about the last part, because of course he does.

(Erenville can feel the particular stillness that says Alamir is pointedly not squirming beneath him. Erenville doesn’t want to fuck in the leaf litter and have to sneak back into their lodgings smelling of sex and mildew. Alamir doesn’t care where he fucks, and has a tendency to just smell vaguely of petrichor no matter what he’s been doing.)

“No,” Erenville tells him, voice firm. It doesn’t escape him that the tone is one of scolding an unruly pet. From the way Alamir’s ears prick forward, it hasn’t escaped him either.

Alamir plasters on his most endearingly pathetic look in response, and lifts his hips just enough that Erenville has to huff out a long, controlled breath through his nose. The expression would be more effective if Erenville wasn’t well aware how practiced all of his facial expressions are. The movement is— well, that one isn’t not effective, but Erenville stands firm.

“Down, boy,” he mutters. Which is the wrong thing to say, apparently, at least if the way Alamir’s pupils dilate again is any indication.

(Interesting. He’ll file that one away in his ever-increasing catalog of what makes Alamir tick, he supposes.)

“I’ll make it up to you,” he decides on next, releasing Alamir’s wrists entirely to scrub his hand over Alamir’s cheek instead. “When we have more privacy.”

Alamir takes a breath purely so that he can sigh dramatically, but subsides enough to just nuzzle into Erenville’s hand. He sighs again when Erenville’s thumb brushes against the stars under his eye, though this one telegraphs contentment at least.

“It’s not as though there’s not privacy here,” Alamir comments after a while, clearly aiming for a wheedling tone and missing the mark by a malm - he knows what Erenville’s reaction will be, has decided he finds it amusing, and now wants to see it for real. Erenville doesn’t think he knows how transparent he is when he does that.

(It’s… sort of charming, he thinks, this obvious blind spot in Alamir’s control over his own reactions. He’s aware most people would probably disagree.)

It’s no hardship, though, to give Alamir what he wants in this instance; to roll his eyes, and pull himself up to his feet, and insist, “Privacy and a bedroll, together.”

Alamir’s eyes flash with undisguised delight - he’s predicted a response, and gotten it, and is content with his lot - and he takes Erenville’s hand only to spring up from the ground in one smooth motion without ever actually putting any weight on him. It’s all part and parcel of the act that Alamir seems to actually enjoy, and Erenville isn’t surprised when he moves from the linked hands into simply leaning into Erenville’s side as they make the walk back to their lodgings.

(He lets Alamir push their bedrolls together when they get back, at least, and resigns himself to the weight of Alamir’s head on his chest for the rest of the night.)

@zhuri-ffxiv.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 3:13 PM

Day 19: Liminal

Erenville helped Liokki track down his mother he'd long thought was dead, but nothing could have prepared him for the vacant stare when he called out her name.

archiveofourown.org/works/918027...

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@atrus.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 2:44 PM

#FFXIVwrite #FFXIVwrite2026 Prompt 19 - Liminal

In the depths of the aetherial sea, Caranraw meets Yotsuyu's soul on the threshold.

archiveofourown.org/works/918385...