#warrior of light x g'raha tia

[agui-chart]

Asteria journey on Tural was... a bit chaotic...

[andi-tiucs]

[totallycorrectffxivquotes]

Alisaie: You know there are rumors that you and WoL are dating.

G'raha: What? Rumors? You mean people doubt it?

[opteekaal]

A joke that had been living in my head rent free for weeks. I don't know what possessed me to color this as it could have been just a cleaned up sketch instead but here we are.

[apathmakerstale]

G'raha Tia vs Zenos

I wonder who would win a fan off between G'raha Tia and Zenos for the Warrior of Light.

Both are probably the two most knowledge about you in the entire star.

G'raha knows your exploits and legend by heart.

Zenos knows your techniques and fighting style by muscle memory.

G'raha literally sacrificed the future Source and broke metaphysical laws to time travel in order to bring you back from the dead and impressed an Ascian by reverse engineering three gods.

Zenos literally came back from the dead, killed his father, brought about the Final Days and released Zodiark as a backdrop for your fight, then traveled across the universe to save and fight you.

G'raha knows your soul from studying how to find you, and probably can recognize you instantly wherever.

Zenos knows the most about your body considering he literally stole it for a few hours to see how you existed.

They're even the classic 'Bad Boy vs Good Boy' trope.

I genuinely don't know who has more faith in the WoL. G'raha bet the Source and First on you and Zenos asked why you hadn't bodied the incarnation of extinction when he got there.

I need a fic of them fighting over who knows the WoL best.

[necromeowncy]

"Studying."

[bara-izu]

A couple Keir asks :D

[zoeyslayter]

Introducing my FFXIV Character

For more information on her backstory, refer to this post!

These pics are old but here you go! She's been through a lot.

Name: Xina Modazi Race: Miqo'te, Keeper of the Moon Class: Red Mage (Main) Likes: Cactaur, tea, Fenrir (ironic isn't it), pretty women, Nanamo Ul Namo Dislikes: Estinien, having to fight Fenrir :(, the fact that Thancred gets all the pretty women Additional Notes:

Is in a polyamorous relationship with Thancred and G'raha Tia. She's okay with Thancred having relations with other women but she does get jealous. Not of the women; of him getting the women.

Since the assassination of Nanamo she has taken up Archery/Barding, Conjuring, and Lancing as well as Astrology.

Absolutely traumatized by having to fight a guy possessing Thancred's body

Also traumatized by the death of Nanamo Ul Namo

Just traumatized tm

Freezing her tail of in Ishgard.

I am at the VERY BEGINNING of Heavensward! PLEASE NO SPOILERS!

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Paun'ya Poly bath time :)

[roseaffogato]

I originally did not intend on liking G'raha Tia as much as I am now...

[friendlyeorzean]

it's not an addiction I swear-

[amoebaforce]

How would you think the scions react to learning that after the final fight against Zenos in EW, the WoL had brought him back aswell for them to keep him alive, then when they also find out the reasoning behind it being that the WoL and Zenos are dating?

anon, this was a juicy one! i was immediately intrigued, then i thought... "what if they all found out at the SAME TIME?"

so that's what i wrote! enjoy! :D

characters featured: Thancred Waters, Urianger Augerelt, Y'shtola Rhul, Estinien Wyrmblood, G'raha Tia, Alphinaud & Alisaie Leveilleur, Zenos yae Galvus tags: angst, secret relationship, mention of violence/grievous injury, Endwalker spoilers!!!, gn!WoL word count: 1408

They’d really done it. Their unhinged plan — flying to the edge of the universe, bringing hope to the wellspring of despair — actually worked. When the starship landed, the sky was blue again, the sun shining bright and hot over the white-washed walls of Sharlayan. The Scions were heroes. And as such, they should have been celebrating their triumph. Or sleeping for a week. But, of course, they were doing neither.

Instead, they were crammed seven-deep into an infirmary waiting room, staring at walls and fidgeting as they waited for the Warrior of Light to emerge from one of the sick rooms. A fairly regular occurrence for them, with one exception. It was not the Warrior convalescing; it was the disgraced prince of Garlemald himself, Zenos viator Galvus. The fact that he swallowed the Mothercrystal’s power and hunted the Warrior to the edge of the universe was dramatic enough as it was, but the fact that the Warrior brought him back afterward? 

Bizarre. That was the unspoken consensus between the Scions. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, unwilling to assume but burning with curiosity all the same. As they pondered a day full of incomprehensible occurrences, the door to Room Two slid open, and the Warrior of Light emerged into the waiting room. Their comrade’s face was grimmer than befits a shard of Azem. The silence was a shell no one wished to break.

Finally, someone exhaled.

“Does he live?” Y’shtola asked, tone held taut. The Warrior merely nodded their head. “How severe are the injuries?”

“Fractured jaw,” the Warrior recited, eyes a little glazed. “One wrist and one leg are broken, and a few ribs, too. Internal bleeding. Bruises and cuts everywhere.”

“What happened out there?” Alphinaud exclaimed. He rose to his feet, and his sister followed, though her eyes were still cast to the floor. “I mean, we almost lost you, and then he teleported aboard, too, and–” 

“Zenos helped me,” the Warrior said suddenly. “We stopped the Song. Then we fought, and I… I couldn’t leave him there.”

Thancred and Urianger exchanged a look. The Warrior took another step into the room, not quite sure who to look at. A thousand emotions swirled through the Scions’ faces. 

“Listen,” Thancred said, “I trust your judgment. If you saw fit to bring him back, I can’t argue.”

“Neither can I,” G’raha interjected. He fidgeted slightly in his seat. “Though I admit I’m a little confused as to why.”

Alisaie crossed her arms. “Me, too,” she muttered. “He’s a real piece of work.”

“People can change,” the Warrior argued, tone verging on defensive. “Look at Yotsuyu. Look at Fordola.”

The Elezen girl twisted her lips, though she couldn’t argue the point. Her brother took a go at it, instead.

“But you just said he went up there to fight you again,” Alphinaud countered. “Clearly he has not grown out of his fascination with harming you.”

“He doesn’t want to harm me,” the Warrior said. “It… It wasn’t like that. He challenges me because I’m his only equal. The only person who could ever hope to be a match to him.”

“What are you saying, exactly?” G’raha asked, ears twitching. 

The Warrior hesitated. Cast their eyes around the room. A sea of faces stared back, all in various stages of bafflement. All faces the Warrior had come to know, love, and respect. They hung their head.

“I’m sorry,” they told the Scions. “I’ve been keeping a secret.” 

In an instant, the room went airless. 

“I beg your pardon?” Y’shtola demanded.

“What does that mean?” Alisaie shouted.

“Now, now,” Urianger said, stepping closer. “None of us have ever presumed to be privy to every facet of our comrade’s personal life. I am sure all of us have some intimate business we’d prefer not to air among ourselves. I cannot fault the Warrior for keeping their conversations with us work-related.”

“This is work-related,” Y’shtola shot back. “Zenos has been a thorn in our side for ages!”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” the Warrior said again. “But after that day in Garlemald, after Alisaie told him off, things changed. We talked. Came to understand each other.”

Thancred frowned. “Well, I guess if anyone could understand a guy like that, it might as well be you…” He trailed off, rubbing his chin.

“So you’ve been meeting with him in secret?” Alphinaud asked. The Warrior nodded.

“And what do you do on these rendezvous with the enemy?” Y’shtola pressed, even as Urianger lifted a brow at her tone.

The Warrior sighed. Memories flooded their mind. Soft nights in Ilsabard, splitting a loaf of rationed bread around the coals of a dying fire. Whispering into the crook of his neck as the sky turned pale.

“We just talked. Not about ‘work’ or anything like that — about life, and the past, and the future. He’s lonely. He wants to move on.”

“Tell that to the people left behind in the snow,” Alisaie snapped, and the Warrior winced, because she was right. 

His freedom wasn’t fair. For acts like his, there had to be consequences. They’d told Zenos as much the first time he showed up at their door. But he showed up again, and again, and the Warrior realized he had nowhere to go. No one to cling to. 

“He’ll atone,” the Warrior said, holding their chin high. “Just like the other architects of the war. I’ll make sure he does.”

“You speak as if you are his shepherd,” Y’shtola said.

When the Warrior did not deny it, the Scions went a little stiller. Another pause.

“Do you… care for him?” G’raha ventured. 

The Warrior’s composed facade cracked. 

“I do,” they confessed. Tears sprung to their eyes. “And I know Zenos has done a lot of bad, but so have I. I put down hordes of the tempered before there was treatment. They were innocent people. Victims. I held the dying in my arms as they told me their lives were less worthy than mine, like it was just that they died and I did not. And all of us who freed Doma and Ala Migho have Garlean blood on our hands. 

“Yes, our righteous cause prevailed, and we saved the star, but I find no peace in that knowledge. I find it only with him. Zenos was groomed for the purpose of destruction, just like I was. We merely served different masters. And now, we both find ourselves at the end of our tasks, with no instructions for our next move. Equally lost. Yes, he is impulsive, and aggressive, and arrogant, but the world isn’t ending anymore — there’s a tomorrow again. One where a man like him might grow and evolve. I have to give him the chance to see it.”

A stunned silence settled over the Scions. Alisaie’s brow knitted with astonishment; Y’shtola’s mouth fell into an ‘O’. The Warrior gritted their teeth, waiting for a wave of scolding, but it never came. Everyone’s faces softened, eyes glazed as if ruminating — everyone but Estinien. He hadn’t said a word in hours, but now the dragoon let out a low chuckle. A smirk graced his lips.

“Didn’t realize you had a thing for blondes,” Estinien said.

Thancred snorted, and with a series of eye rolls and giggles, the tension between the Scions loosened into something breathable. Somewhere deep in the Warrior’s chest, a knot came untied.

“Me, neither,” they replied, allowing themselves a half-smile.

Urianger stepped forward to lay a hand on their shoulder. “Tis plain to me that you have made up your mind,” he said gently. “And just as plain that you hold the prince dear to your heart.”

“Aye,” Y’shtola murmured. “I do not pretend to understand you, my friend, but… I can’t tell you who to love.”

The Warrior wiped their eyes with their sleeve, uttering a teary laugh. G’raha offered a handkerchief, then pulled them into an embrace.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he said, so honest that it made the Warrior cry harder.

Alphinaud smiled to himself, already making a mental checklist of all the ways he could coordinate the prince’s reparation efforts with the Ilsabard Contingent’s. If utilized correctly and led by the Warrior, he thought, Zenos might well be a boon to the reconstruction. In fairness, he didn’t have very many fans left in the area… but that was a bridge to cross later. Right now, all the Warrior should worry about was recovery. Theirs, and their love’s, too.

[opteekaal]

The Star to Which I Chart my Course

I was part of a Secret Valentine's Day exchange with friends and I got to draw my wonderful friend's WoL Solene.

[apathmakerstale]

G'raha and Zenos Shipping

G'raha Tia and Zenos just have so many parallels to the WoL when it comes to many things.

The fact that both of them built a foundation of their identity based of the WoL. G'raha with them being his literal hero and Zenos with him being their only friend. The sacrifices they did in their name and for them. I made two posts on it!

The sheer duality they share with the WoL and it's obvious why they are two of the most popular ships in the fandom. The potential is limitless in fics. Even as a platonic ship or friendship.

It is a shame that I am a Lyse/WoL shipper and therefore the literal connection of souls and sacrifice means nothing to me in the face of a woman kicking a fish and punching garleans.

[spadegeistalt]

FFXIV Warrior of Light posting G'estalt ft. Krile, G'raha Tia, and of course DEMI OZMA

[akirakirxaa]

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑁𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

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