#Haurchefant x warrior of light

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite 2023 DAY 25 - CALL IT A DAY

Haurchefant has work to do, but Rhiki would rather play a game.

(It's WoLchefant Hours again, apparently. I don't know why, but this is the only idea my brain would provide, even after I smoothed out the prompt and tried feeding it through again. Oh well.)

Rating: Teen Genre: Fluff Characters: Haurchefant Greystone, Warrior of Light (Z'rhiki Irhi) Relationships: Haurchefant Greystone/Warrior of Light Word Count: 964 Content Warnings: Mildly suggestive dialogue

Amidst all of the hustle and bustle that constituted day-to-day life at Camp Dragonhead, it was easy to forget how quiet the Highland nights could be. During the day the halls rang with the clanking of metal against stone as armed men and women filtered in and out of hall. The kitchen was a din of clanking pots and singing kettles. Raised voices filled the the courtyard as Knight Captains barked orders at their troops and supply caravans were ushered through the gates. Every hearth was lit with a crackling fire, and the door to the main hall swung open so frequently Haurchefant sometimes wondered why they bothered having one at all. Now, though, in the darkest hours of the night, the garrison was still. Past his study window, snow drifted down from a moonless sky, muffling any sound coming from without. With the exception of himself and several pairs of unfortunate guards he knew to be stationed throughout the camp, no doubt huddled around meager fires and muttering hushed complaints, the denizens of the outpost slumbered. On rare nights such as these, when he sat up late attending to never-ending stacks of missives and reports, it felt almost as if he was alone in the keep. The sound of his quill against parchment and the occasional muted snap from the fireplace were the only sounds that kept him company.

The words on the page before him swam, and he blinked a few times until they were once again still. He always hoped that the silence would help him concentrate, but it was his enemy in just as many ways as it was his friend. The dim, flickering light and the late hour conspired with the stillness to make him drowsy, and he struggled to keep his mind from drifting away from his work. He was considering opening the window in the hopes that the blast of frigid air would clear the fog from his mind when he heard the door to his study creak open. He looked up from desk to see the Warrior of Light slipping in from the hallway. He hadn’t heard her in the corridor – she was wearing travelling clothes rather than her typical dragoon armor.

“Still at it, I see,” she hummed, coming to lean over his desk and study his paperwork.

He sighed, drawing a hand up to his face. “Yes, well, ‘no rest for the wicked’, as they say.”

Her lips curled into a smile – the same that crept into her voice. “I didn’t realize that being wicked required so much paperwork.”

He chuckled at that. Returning his hand to the table, he leaned back from the desk. “I suppose they leave it out of the recruitment leaflets, just like the good do. I’ve noticed tales of knighthood and chivalry also conveniently omit all the bureaucracy.”

“Well, it’s hardly the most romantic part of the job, is it?” She joked. Then, she took a moment to examine his face. “You look tired,” she observed. “Maybe you should call it a day. I’m sure these… whatever they are… aren’t going anywhere. I, on the other hand….”

He smiled fondly at her but shook his head. “Would that I could, truly. But I’ve put these off for far too long already, and if I don’t finish them soon my seneschal will chain me to my desk."

“Not the best place to be chained,” she agreed. Looking back down at the papers cluttering his desk, “How many do you have left?”

“Too many,” He groaned, leafing through the stack in front of him. “You have no idea how many reports I have here telling me in excruciating detail that there was nothing interesting to report.”

With a thoughtful “Hmmm…” she slid up to perch on the corner of his desk, crossing her legs over the edge and turning her upper body towards him. Her tail twitched playfully back and forth. “Well, maybe I could help you?”

The offer was a generous one, though he doubted very much that she’d have the patience to make it through more than a form or two. Still, he smirked and gestured with open arms towards the paperwork strewn across his desk. “Be my guest! Would you be interested in compiling some patrol notes? Or perhaps verifying the accuracy of this moon’s supply requisitions?”

She looked at him as if he had asked her to lick an ice sprite. “Uhhm, no,” she said flatly. “I was thinking more along the lines of providing… motivation.” Her eyebrows arched suggestively.

Haurchefant leaned forward, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?” he asked, though her tone and the sudden wicked edge to her grin left room for only so many options.

“How about….” She pretended to consider, though he suspected she had known what she was going to say before she even entered the study. “For every report you complete, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

He raised his eyebrows. Now that sounded like a fun little game. Although…. He looked her over, glanced down at his papers, then back up at her. “You… may run out of clothing before I run out of paperwork, my friend.”

She rolled her eyes at him and huffed, annoyed that he was so focused on the practicality of her proposal. “Fine, then. If I run out of clothes to take off then I’ll start taking off your clothing. How does that sound?”

Just minutes ago he had been on the verge of nodding off, but now he was as awake as he’d ever been; all thoughts of sleep pushed to the furthest corner of his mind. He returned her smile, eyes tracing the curve of her body. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.”

His seneschal was going to be thrilled.

[deekindraws]

wind-up Haurchefant

[feliciadraws]

I- I have no words

[clockworkcrane]

sir, if you continue to speak to me this way, I will fall in love with you

[tanuki-yuki]

my beautifull wife, my silly kibty, my totally alive silly goober

[aerial-elf]

"Dear friend, try this tea from Sharlayan…" My competition work for participation in the competition in my fc "thank the npc". My choice was Haurchefant.

Evan Call - Discovering the Past

[totallycorrectffxivquotes]

WoL: Haurchefant was the air that I breathed. And now there is no air

[vinsbicoart]

Go for it, Warrior of Light!!

I've always wanted to make a redraw of this on my own soooo here we are hehehe. Also yes I've made the words manually because I hate myself but I like how this came out <3

[misswarrioroflight]

a cute ship of my WOL and her first love Haurchefant

He's giving her a scarf and a pin to keep it on as she dragoon jumps around (shes awful with the cold)

[kaelsleftverdantsphere]

You know how your WoL, after the events of ARR, after that loooong banquet cut scene, still has to travel quite a bit to reach Camp Dragonhead?

Consider-

—-

They could’ve just gotten on their trusty chocobo and ran as fast as that bird’s legs could possibly handle… But they don’t. Their mind isn’t their friend at this moment. They’re tired, so, so tired. They walk, hastily enough to let out laboured breaths with every step. Sometimes they almost run, but always stop just before the pain in their hip comes back in its entirety. That fall there upon the banquet floor is to thank for it, and it doesn’t want to go away. Tears stream down their face as their mind circles back to the scene in the sultana’s chamber, back to the massacre at the banquet, back to all the friends lost. They shake their head just to realise that hurts as well. Their temples are burning with the heat of a million fires and they hadn’t even noticed.

They finally reach Camp Dragonhead, walk to the main building and just before opening the door, they collapse on the steps in front of it.

Their thoughts and body both feeling far too heavy for them to carry on forward.

A fallen hero, unworthy of calling themselves the warrior of light.

Their mind wonders to the deepest pits of hell before they hear a familiar voice. The voice is worried for them, and they can feel the warmth of hands on their cheeks. As the warmth leaves them, they open their eyes just to frantically look for its source, wanting nothing but for it to come back. And there he is, lord Haurchefant, with his warm hands reaching elsewhere and disappearing from their view as they feel themselves getting lifted away from those cold steps and closer to that handsome face. They consider kissing it, lifting their own hands just to hold it closer as they press themselves as close as humanly possible to him…

—

Haurchefant proceeds to bring them to his room and feeds them chicken stock and hot cocoa for the next week….??? Maybe probably????

[bespectacledpaladin]

Some more Heavensward HaurcheWol because I love these two so freaking much it makes my heart hurt

Mostly gposes but I mixed in a couple of cutscene screenshots because they look amazing together okay?! Power couple of all time ⚔️

[aspectsofazem]

Come loose your dogs upon me And let your hair hang down You are a little mystery to me Every time you come around

[rosellia00]

this took way too long

[clockworkcrane]

[feliciadraws]

I am

VERY NORMAL ABOUT THIS

*screams*

[asteriasfallingstarsandtears]

Old Gpose I did: My WoL Gemina Greene and the man she had loved most during Heavensward. What could have been, with Count Edmont lamenting before his son Haurchefant's grave.