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@misssunflower94.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 10:23 PM

FFXIVWRITE 2026 DAY 17: FRET

Alphinaud gives Estinien a Shovel Talk | Endwalker | Rated T | 1,499 words

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@solient.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 8:18 PM

Today in #FFxivWrite: Kendra worries that she's swived everything up!

(She hasn't!)

@antitractionist.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 8:08 PM

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Day 16 - Steel

The life of a rock.

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@minicactpot.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 6:39 PM

day 17 - fret

alphinaud’s concerns for amaris during her fight against the gnath’s god were well founded (regardless of how estinien teased him for them) and in response, he heals her after the battle

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"Ahem! What matters is that the primal is banished, and our promise fulfilled. We should return to Vidofnir without delay." Alphinaud all but pouts in response to Ser Estinien's teasing.

She barely hears Ysayle's admonishments towards the dragoon. In fact, the only thing she can truly focus on is the persistent shocks of pain in her body and how her bloodied cheeks are far less red than flush that graces Alphinaud's.

Amaris' hands slowly come up to wipe at the blood — to make herself presentable — before near-hobbling over to Alphinaud's side.

He is standing off to the side, a sunny spot that warms the skin in the Summer chill. He hears her coming, her steps far less graceful than normal. Their eyes connect and his are filled with nothing but guilt and sympathy.

She wipes again at her cheeks, speckles of remaining dried blood crumbling into her palm.

"You are hurt." He says it plainly.

"It's not that bad." She replies. It's not intended as a lie. She wants to believe that it just looks worse than it feels. She takes a step forward and instantly winces, and in turn, makes a liar out of herself.

Alphinaud frowns and his brows furrow before storming up to her with an outstretched hand. Amaris mumbles something incoherent. A question of his meaning.

"You need healing." Another phrase said plainly. He doesn't need to explain further, the need is obvious to everyone but her.

"It's fine rea—" Amaris begins to say only to be interrupted by the feeling of Alphinaud's gloved hand taking hers. It's gentle, as if she may break. His gait is slow, matching hers as he leads her around a corner to privacy.

He gestures for her to sit. Amaris looks at him hesitantly as she does.

"You said we needed to hurry." Amaris whispers as Alphinaud looks over her form.

"I said that before I realized you were hurt." He is soft with his argument in a way that makes Amaris' heart flutter. "We will not be going anywhere until you're able to walk without pain."

Amaris nods and she wants to equate the prickle of tears in the corner of her eye to the pain, not the care being thrust upon her.

He nods in return before he examines her again. For better or for worse, she looks hale and whole sans for the previous indicators. "Where does it hurt the most?" He asks her.

She thinks for a moment, pressing her fingers against her body. She hisses at a particularly sore spot on her side and that is all Alphinaud needs to know.

He leans forward, his hands hovering above where she pointed out — a cool toned glow of magick attempts to permeate the wound. His facial features knit together, focused on the task. Amaris holds her breath.

The glow stops and Alphinaud hums a frustrated sound. At himself or the lack of healing impact, she is not sure.

"My apologies but..." He begins, his eyes anywhere but her. "Would you.…..Could you remove your jacket?" He asks, his voice cracking on the request.

A bystander would think the two of them are making it more awkward than it needs to be. Amaris has shucked layers for chirurgeons before. This should be no different. She isn't a bystander, however. She is the girl who has a crush on the boy who is so physically close to her that she is concerned he may hear the racing of her heart.

"Yeah..." She whispers and brings her hands up to the buttons. It's a slow motion, careful to not aggravate any unknown wounds. The jacket undone, she tried gently to slip her arms from the fabric. Barely a moment passes before Alphinaud twists his body to place his hands on the jacket as he helps her out of it.

He folds the garment neatly before returning to his work, his face a touch calmer at the sight of clean clothes, unmarred by blood.

"Your tunic, if you don't mind lifting it?" He asks, his voice steadier than before. She does, and their eyes both come face-to-face with a growing bruise - a mix of deep and light reds.

He says nothing as his hands return to hover over the wound, and this time, the magick feels like something. It feels warm like a compress against her skin, the relief like that of a headache or congestion dissolved in an instant. It feels better, and selfishly, she is glad to see that the bruising looks better too.

"That's amazing..." She whispers into the wind.

"It was nothing." Alphinaud deflects before standing, offering his hand in the process. "Can you stand?"

Amaris nods, hesitantly placing her hand in his as he helps her to her feet.

"Does it feel any better?" He asks while his hand still wrapped around hers.

"Much better." She confirms while her hand still comfortably settled in his.

That, in and of itself, is healing in its own way.

@atrus.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 6:34 PM

#FFXIVwrite #FFXIVwrite2026 Prompt 17 - Fret

Thancred is worried that Alisaie is not worried.

Some spoilers for Patch 7.56

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@bronnichiwa.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 6:08 PM

#ffxivwrite day 17, fret

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@theheartlesstide.etheirys.social Sep 17, 2026, 5:40 PM

Finally saw a prompt for #FFXIVWrite that spoke to me.

Prompt 17: Fret.
#7.5Spoilers #FFXIVWrite2026 #HeartlessFics #CaLudo

Ludo’s eyes locked onto the little wooden rroneek as it spun between his fingers. Round and round it went, never ceasing. “Time moved so differently on the First,” he said quietly. “What if the Fourth is no different?”

Calathea joined him by the tiny shelf, filled with the knickknacks acquired during their travels. So many little treasures we've collected, she thought as she studied the shelf, her hand dancing over each one. A trio of shimmering quartz crystals, shot with little veins of gold, propped up the bright red paper fan the two of them had received from the Namazu. A toy dragon, fashioned out of tin, roared eternally next to a Hannish charm shaped like an eye. A pressed flower sat in a hand-carved wooden frame in the back, a lily from the fabled First Reflection Ludo had mentioned. (It was one of the rare flowers she'd owned that hadn't been stowed away in her hair, since she had been left behind during that particular trip.)

But her hand stopped over the paper boat.

It was a flimsy thing, made out of a half-crumpled Moonfire Faire flyer that had been carefully smoothed out for its new life as a seafaring vessel. Cal smiled as she picked it up, remembering the way the gaggle of grubby-faced children crowded around Ludo as he showed them how to fold the paper. The ink had bled slightly from where it touched the water, but it had held when they lowered the boats in the water, and the orphans whooped and cheered as the waves carried them all out to sea. …All save for this one.

We believed we had all the time in the world, she thought as she held the little boat in her hands, after defeating the Endsinger. How foolish we were.

“Cal? Are you okay?”

Calathea's head snapped up. Ludo was staring at her, his brow furrowed in clear concern. She sighed, silently cursing her friend's ability to read her moods, and she shook her head. “I was so busy thinking about how we'd get there that I never thought about what would happen after. …Hells, Ludo, you were gone for months on the First, and barely a week had passed here. What if the opposite is true on the Fourth?” The paper trembled in her hands. “What if we come back and find out that the money we set aside for the apartment ran out? What if we come back and there's nothing left? A hundred days there could be a hundred years here.” She quickly placed the boat back on the shelf, if only to stop herself from destroying it before anyone else could. “I don't know if I could bear returning to the Source only to find out that everyone we've ever known and loved is dead.”

Ludo set his father's carving down next to the boat and took her shaking hands in his. Warmth rippled through her as he brought them up to his lips, kissing the palms before pressing them against his cheeks. “It won't come to that,” he murmured, and a purr began rumbling to life in his chest as his arms wrapped around her. “Time only seems to move faster on the Reflections than on the Source. And while it's true that we don't know for certain if that's the case on the Fourth, Midgardsormr has already assured us that there are ways to check these things. I think we should trust him on this.” He planted a quick kiss on her temple. “We'll get through this, I know it. So no more fretting, okay?”

“Okay.”

@escafox.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 5:17 PM

*Looks at today's #FFxivWrite prompt and starts imagining what I'd like to have Uvlo be fretting about THIS time...*

@virtyhonos.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 5:10 PM

#FFxivWrite2026 #FFxivWrite
SHB spoilers!

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@larissa.redcrown.net Sep 17, 2026, 4:48 PM

#ffxivwrite day 17: fret

warrior of light during endwalker, 164 words

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@escafox.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 4:41 PM

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Day 16: Steel
Retsarra finally has a moment to come to terms with what he's lost following his match with the Unenhanced Warrior.

T|1,061 words|Dawntrail Spoilers/NPCs. Grief/Mounrning. Can definitely read it as Retsarra x Hector.

An excerpt from the Final Fantasy XIV fanfiction "Beneath My Steel Armor Beats A Broken Heart" by EscaFox.

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The door to the apartment opened and Retsarra walked shakily inside. He had tried sleeping at the gym but rest was fitful there and eventually Yaana had gently insisted that he catch some winks. Her sisters were depending on him and the Unenhanced Warrior to be ready for a fight if they were to expose the President's crimes. There was a scampering of tiny paws as two cats explored this strange new place, while Pomb remained close to his ankles. Reaching down to pick up the orange and black-furred feline, the Hhetsarro moved over to the couch and sat down. The room remained dark, the Wolf of the Arcadion not wanting to be seen by anyone. His role as a babyface was always to put on a heroic smile, to be the inspiration that people needed with their own struggles in the "ring" of their own lives.

His eyes inevitably wandered to a poster on the wall, himself and Hector posing side by side in their feral soul forms. He could see the nervousness on both fighters' faces, still rookies...

@catapocalypse.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 4:27 PM

#FFXIVWrite Day 16: Steel

That time Kimi pulled a blade on Thancred!

674 words; Post-ARR; CW for sexual harassment & violent threatening

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@ohorishan.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 4:17 PM

#ffxivwrite day 16 - steel

-technically- this is not copper's job. but when there's a discovery this exciting, technicalities kind of go out the window

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@moen-moen-ffxiv.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 4:02 PM

#FFxivWrite2026 Prompt #17: Fret

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@qestiri.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 3:59 PM

sliding this one into the submission form with literally MINUTES left on the clock aahahahaha 💀 i'm not really satisfied with where it ends, so i may go back later to add a bit more or do some other revisions, idk!!! idk...!!!

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2026

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@woadxiv.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 3:42 PM

(guess I should get back to properly labeling, huh)

Prompt #16, Steel

This is...different from the rest because it's a proper fic I was planning to write yesterday anyways, and it just so HAPPENS to fit with the word, so...we take those.

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