#ramlynn

You may already know of my OCs, Ramora (my duskwight WoL) and Ger (my Ishgardian OC, Haurchefant's most loyal knight)!

Ramora is pan, Ger is demi. They are both poly & multiship.

I have many pairings together with my RP partner @lynnslight, but our main ships are RamLynn & AyaGer. 🎨: @/rozelque

Lynn is a dragon from a different world who was called to Eorzea by Hydaelyn. In a good bit of our universes, she is a co-WoL with Ram! Though it is a Scooby-Doo revolving door type situation, where they haven't met until the start of Shadowbringers.

Aya is a Fae Fox, Cleric to the Goddess Inari, who can travel from world to world. In most of our universes, she worlds travels to Eorzea, to Coerthas in particular, and meets Ger. ❤️ Most often, this is post Heavensward.

I also ship Ger with my friend @lukeslikefire's nonbinary OC, Kaoru!

In this universe, Kaoru (they/them) is the WoL. We both love Haurchefant a whole lot, so ofc we had to make it an OT3 💕

Haurchefant seems to have a thing for short redheads 🤔

Screenshot created by Luke~ ❤️

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They were finally alone again, just the two of them. This was probably the best thing Tataru had ever given them, bless her heart for everything else she had done up till now, but Ramora could think of no better gift than having a place that she and Lynn could go to just be alone, a house on an island for the two of them.

Ramora basks under the warm rays of the sun, stripped entirely bare as she suns herself in a bit of multitasking as she lays on her belly, her head pillowed on her lover's clothed lap and cheek resting on Lynn's toned, delectable thigh as the dragoness runs her hand over her hair and scratches gently at her scalp. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore are a distant noise to the duskwight as she sinks deeper into relaxation.

"Do you want to try swimming today?" Lynn asks, leaning forward to murmur the words into Ramora's pointed ear as she brushes the duskwight's hair behind it, her fingers tracing along the sharp point and curve.

Ramora shivers with Lynn's voice in her ear, tingling with her lover's slightest touch in a place she was particularly sensitive. She huffs, rolling into Lynn's warm thighs and burying her face there to hide from the mere suggestion, "Must we, darling? I much rather practice some more before diving into the deep end, so to speak."

Lynn chuckles, scratching at Ramora's scalp and then grasping the strands of the elezen's hair in her fingers to tug her head up so she could see her face, meet her eye to eye, "You and I both know that doing so only in the bath will get you nowhere closer, love."

"It gets me plenty close," Ramora moans theatrically with the tug to her hair, eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously as she replies, "I much prefer our activities in the bath, Lynn-darling. The both of us naked and wet, placing my life in your oh-so-capable hands with a little bit of breath play," the duskwight winks, tucking her tongue behind her teeth. Mismatched eyes gleaming with intent. "You can steal my breath anytime, sweetheart."

Lynn does just that as she tugs the duskwight up by her ears, nipping at the elezen's full lower lip and capturing that teasing tongue in her fangs as she pulls at Ramora's aether. The dragoness smiling with feral delight at the whimper her lover let out in response to teasing her in return. Fair was fair. If Ramora wanted to tease, Lynn could tease her right back. She knew all her lover's weaknesses by now. She could play upon them so very easily.

"I'll play with you all you like," Lynn purrs as she draws back to let her lover breathe, admiring the beginnings of a wine flush to the duskwight's blue skin, the clear want in those mismatched eyes. If she pushed Ramora any further they could forget swimming altogether. "You have to try swimming first. I'll be right there beside you, I promise I won't let go of your hand this time."

Ramora leans into her hands, melting against the dragoness, ever putty in the smaller woman's hands. "I know you won't, darling," she says softly, understanding what she meant by it.

She could not imagine how Lynn felt to have lost hold of her in the flood. If not for Daemryss waking up when Ramora lost consciousness and voidsent seizing control to carry her host to safety, Ramora could have been lost to the crashing waves. And then the fuath would have been swiftly eradicated by a murderous Lynn. It had been a close call even still, though Ramora had turned out fine, albeit a bit waterlogged and with a newfound phobia of large, endless bodies of water. The fuath were fortunate that Lynn had decided against adding them to the list of endangered species, if not entirely extinct.

Lynn allows the duskwight to take her hands, Ramora pressing kisses along the backs of them and over her knuckles as she cradles Lynn's delicate digits in her larger hands.

"It took us all by surprise, my love," Ramora says softly. "You know how tricky the fae can be."

Lynn tangles their fingers together, squeezing firmly. Her hands were small but strong, capable. The hands of a swordswoman.

"I won't let you go again," Lynn tells her, meaning every word. "You're mine."

Ramora smiles, aiming to lighten the mood as she says playfully, "But of course, darling. A dragon does keep possessive hold of their hoard. I am your prettiest, most precious treasure, after all. And I do so adore when you get all possessive~❤️."

Lynn nods, then uses her tail to push herself upright, dragging Ramora along with her. "Alright, it's time. No more distractions."

Ramora groans. "Really, right now?"

Lynn starts towards the water, pulling her duskwight along behind her and chuckling as Ramora dug her feet into the sand. It was well known that Ramora was thrilled at Lynn manhandling her, and so Lynn does not pause in her straightforward path. If Ramora really did not want to do it, she would extract herself and tell Lynn so.

They come up on the water as it washed over the sand in frothy tide. Not yet close enough for it to wet their feet.

Lynn stares out at the nigh endless endless expanse of the sea then turns to look at Ramora. The elezen was chewing her lip and then biting at her nail, her dark eyebrows raised up with fretful upset and her mouth set in a tense expression.

"Hey, I'm right here," Lynn tells her, pulling her in closer. Ramora leans into her, falling into her gravity as she leans over and embraces her. Their difference in height was so large a gap that the duskwight had to bend at the waist to wrap herself around Lynn.

Lynn pets her lover's hair and rubs gently at her ears to soothe her.

Ramora gives a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, hating that Lynn had to deal with this. It should be nothing at all compared to what they had been through, but fears such as these were ever nonsensical.

"After all we have faced together, you know you don't have to apologize for this," Lynn says simply. "You can turn back now if it's too much, but I would prefer that you give it a go."

Ramora puckers her lips out in a petulant pout and lets out a raspberry against Lynn's neck. "Fine, I'll try. You don't play fair."

Lynn grins toothily at her, reaching out to stroke her cheek, "Just how you like it."

Ramora sighs, leaning into her touch, "Yeah," she agrees dreamily, following after the caress of Lynn's hand. "Well, I do hope there is a reward for good behavior in my future. What do you say, darling, hmm?"

Lynn tugs at her duskwight's ear, exhaling through her nose as she smiles fondly. "We are doing this for you, Ramora, but I suppose I can indulge you. I always do."

Ramora laughs. "Yes, you spoil me so well, Lynn-darling."

The duskwight stands tall then, and reaches for Lynn's hand. "Shall we go together?"

Lynn squeezes her hand. "Always."