Fin Allay

@finallay.bsky.social

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He/him, father of two, aspiring author, FFXIV player. Dawntrailed. https://archiveofourown.org/users/FinAllay

Fin mention.
Fin looking at a map with concern. A gaggle of players is clearly assembled behind him.
Vie standing there perfectly normal like, as all lizzers do in the sun.
Fin in his viper glam, one sword stuck into the ground, his hand offered to help.
Fin in his original dragoon glam.
Fin Allay, a player character from the game Final Fantasy XIV, depicted sitting at a desk and holding a quill over a book. This picture was edited in MSPaint.
My phone beeped loudly, insistently. Without opening my eyes, I reached out for it, my hand flailing on the nightstand until I found it, and pressed a button. It went silent. Ali groaned next to me and I turned back around to hold her again, pulling the covers up over her exposed shoulder. She lay on her side, facing away from me, holding the arm I had wrapped around her. My cheek was against her hair. She still smelled faintly of perfume from the night before, and something else… vanilla. Maybe from lotion of some sort. Her head lay on a corner of the pillow with my arm under it, extended past her. One of her arms was out as well, and our hands touched. I smiled. It was over for me. I was dead, and this was the afterlife, my own personal heaven. My life was over. But in this moment, I didn't care. I was laying next to the woman I loved. I sighed softly. Not that I could ever say it out loud. We'd only known each other for a few months, and the time we'd spent together had been under extraordinary circumstances, a crazy whirlwind of an adventure that would never happen like this again. Of course I was in love, who wouldn't be, in my place?
Fin recounting the earlier meeting with the Word of the Mother to the Scions.
Ali smiled up at me. “Thank you. And you clean up well, too. I don’t get to see you out of uniform very often.” “Listen, if Alison invites me to a party, I’m gonna try to look my best.” She nodded and sighed contentedly, then looked up at the night sky. I looked up with her. There weren’t many stars out, or rather, it was hard to see them beyond the ambient glow of the city’s lights. Still, a few twinkled here and there above us. “This is… no, nevermind,” she began. “Forget it.” “Forget what?” She shook her head. “I don’t know. This is going to sound…” She sighed and stomped her feet lightly, then shook her head again. “Now you have to tell me,” I said. “This is too interesting to ignore.” “Mm, no.” “Please?” She glanced up at me, annoyed, then looked down at the water of the pool with a frown, lit dimly from below the surface by small lights on either side. “Well… have you had any ‘luck’? Between shows?”
Ali was laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes, and she had to set her glass of white wine down for a moment to wipe them. “You all are too much, I swear.” Jessica picked up Ali’s glass and handed it back to her. “What about you, hm? You had any luck in between shows?” Alison’s eyes widened for just a moment before she forced a laugh. “Yeah, with all my free time.” She shook her head and took a drink. Jean leaned over the couch they were standing behind. “Girl, you need to make time. Six months is a long while, you’ll go mental otherwise!” A few of the dancers agreed, and even Aaron nodded his head. I thought I saw Helena shoot me a knowing look, and decided now would be a good time to finish my beer. “I, uh…” she stammered, and I realized she was more than a little uncomfortable. Speaking up quickly, without thinking, I found myself saying, “Oh come on, there’s no way. Could you imagine the tabloids?”
Now that the show was nearly over, it seemed that a few had hung around to chat with the stage manager, who was promising them a glimpse of the singer as she came off the stage. My blood boiled at this, but there wasn't much I could do without making a scene. I looked over at Lee, who seemed to have heard the same thing, because he rolled his eyes and shook his head. We weren't going to let that happen. The show ended and Ali came off stage, exhilarated and glowing. She saw me and smiled, but grew serious when she saw the look on my face. After speaking to a few of her dancers, she came up to me and asked, “What's up?” “Nothing big, but there's another situation with extra people back here. We're gonna handle it and get you out of here on time though, I promise.” She nodded and looked around, still catching her breath, and I leaned in to ask her quietly, “Do you wanna hang out in your dressing room until we get this sorted out? It won't be long.” She looked up at me through her eyelashes and squeezed my arm without a word, then walked past me towards her dressing room. I allowed myself a moment to bite my lip, then shook my head to clear it, and approached the stage manager.
When Marcus arrived in the morning, he was surprised to see me, expecting Lee. I explained that we’d had a late night coming back from the club, and he nodded without asking anything further. I left the hotel suite and went downstairs to call a cab to my hostel a few blocks away. Once there, I sat in the common area of the hostel for a while before taking the stairs up to my room. Still exhausted, I quickly changed and flopped onto the bed, expecting to fall asleep any moment. Yet within minutes, my phone was out, and I was scrolling through various social media apps, looking for mention of Ali’s show or her club appearance. Already, a few local sites had published reviews of the show. “High energy performance… astounded fans with her return to the Windy City… singular talent with vocals and visuals…” I scrolled and searched some more, unsatisfied. Blog posts with pictures of her onstage, a shaky Youtube video that mostly consisted of a young man screaming into his own camera, “This is the best concert of my ENTIRE! LIFE!” Twitter posts about the show… here they were, some posts about her club appearance. I searched her hashtag and found newer ones, some uploaded as recently as this morning. Pictures of her walking into the club, getting carded… and a single picture of her hair as seen from the dance floor. Nothing else.
"Little People Big Dreams: Stephen Hawking" by Maria Isabel Sánchez Vegara, illustrated by Matt Hunt
“Really? I would, in a minute. Maybe after the tour, I’ll see if there’s any open assignments here. You know the agency has a field office here, right?” I looked over at him. “I didn’t, actually. I only ever worked out of the Chicago branch.” “Yeah, man. Come on, what are you doing after this? We should check it out, see what’s up on the west coast!” His energy was contagious, and I found myself considering it. I still hadn’t given much thought to what I would do after the tour. I sighed. I didn’t want to think about it, not yet. “Honestly, it’s not a bad idea.” I thought about it until the light turned green again, and I took my foot off the brake. Edwin’s phone buzzed, and there was a flash of light and a loud screech to my left. My window exploded. The side of the car crunched loudly, and there was another explosive sound as the side and front airbags went off, knocking my arm into my own head, which was flung back into my headrest. My legs slammed into each other and my knees hit the center console painfully. My seatbelt had locked immediately, and I could feel it restraining my body weight around my waist, shoulder, and chest. The entire car spun to the side and then stopped, rocking one way, then the other as it settled.
A system notification that says "Bluesky is crashing frequently. Put it in deep sleep to keep your phone running..."
The hotel doors opened and there was another barrage of flashes. Ali and Susan walked together towards the car, escorted by Pete. The photographers shouted, asking who she was wearing, was she going to any other clubs tonight. Ali smiled shyly and let Susan answer for her, instead turning to the fans who held out posters and CDs for her to sign. The shouting didn't relent until Alison got into the car a minute later. She took my hand with a sly look up at me, and I helped her step carefully into her seat, then got in next to her. Lee secured the other side of the car and got in, sitting closer to the front. The commotion died down instantly as the doors closed. Susan waved at us through the window while the car pulled away. Alison sighed and sat back in her seat, forlornly. I asked, “She's not coming with?” Ali shook her head. “No, she has an early morning tomorrow. I tried to convince her, but she said I needed to be at this thing more than her.” “No Vielne, either?” She shook her head, disappointed. I nodded and looked out the window. After a moment, I felt the back of her hand hit my chest, and I turned to her in surprise. “Well? Aren't you going to say anything about how I look?”
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Ritsuya jumping for a platform with an ORB on it, in Twine.
Ali gasped when the main character’s name was introduced. “I forgot her name was Allie! I swear I did!” “Uh huh. Sure you did,” I said, just before being shoved lightly. A few minutes into the movie, I muttered to her in a low voice, “Oh wow, he's handsome. And he can act? Fuck you, dude…” Ali snorted with laughter, then covered her mouth with her hand. “Excuse you?” “Sorry.” “No, it's ok, it was just unexpected. You know, I've been on a date with him once.” “Really?!” “Well, no, but we were in the same restaurant. He was leaving right as I walked in. It might have been him. I don't know, I didn't get a good look, but I remember whispering ‘Hi Ryan, I love you’, so I hope it was him. What?” Ali looked at me incredulously as I did my best to laugh silently. She nudged my side with her shoulder. I reached up to wipe the tears from my eyes, then just… casually put my arm around her without thinking. Ali shifted to sit closer to me and leaned into my side, one hand resting on my thigh. We continued watching the movie.
Ritsuya taking a selfie with a lookout vista. Minfilia can be seen in the distance.
Fin taking a selfie with the Red Moon Squad: Zero, Artemis, Ozma, and Golbez.
"What makes you think you're even invited? The doors are closed with lights off inside And all the while There's no one home, you're still outside I wonder why..."
Fin definitely healing. O.o
Fin stands in a room in Solution 9, facing a window and stretching, and he's shirtless (oh my gaw). Scarlett's legs can be seen in the foreground, and her fingers are intertwined behind her.
Fin still sitting with his head back next to Scarlett, now with his hand rubbing the base of her ear.
Scarlett and Fin sit on a couch at Solution 9's Mosaic Cafe, clearly exhausted. Scarlett's pose by Freia. Fin's pose by Fin.
Zero, Selene, Vielne, Fin and Golbez chilling in some void moon space.
“Can I ask you something?” “Hm?” “...do you think this is real?” “Yes.” “You sound so sure.” “Do you?” “Yes.” “That’s why.”
Frozen Fin (FrozFin) in the tundra of Garlemald with a bunch of other frozen players. Anyone who's done an Endwalker hunt train is familiar with the experience.
Fin looking at Minfilia, now rocking the redhead look.
Starbird watching while Vie cackles maniacally, while Fin is taken aback and Prishe looks ready to throw a nullifying dropkick to my FAT HEAD!