#Haurchefant/WoL

[bulkier-sphinx]

Hyborian Age

Rewatched Conan the Barbarian recently and got inspired.

[angelinlazurite]

[Repost January 2022]

Together Forever

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2022 Day 24: Vicissitudes

No, he did nothing with the Warrior of Light last night, much as he would have liked to have said otherwise any other night.

It wasn’t much, really. Dia entered into his room last night at his behest, dressed in just her nightgown, late in the night when even he was just in his nightgown. Not that it mattered. She had been here so long at this point that it was like a family member entering his room. He begged her sit down on the sofa in front of his fireplace next to him.

“Forgive me”, she said, “for intruding on your rest, Haurchefant.”

“Think nothing of it. I hadn’t begun to sleep just yet. Tell me, what brings you by? And with such a sad look on your face?”

She took a deep breath. “I am trying…so hard to hold it together in front of Alphinaud and Tataru. They need me. They really need me right now to be the level-headed one.”

“Dia, for all the power you wield as a warrior, not even you are immune to the effects of banishment. Why do you not share these things with your comrades?”

She shook her head. “They’re hopeless. Last thing they need is all three of us looking like we’re giving up.”

“Are you giving up, Dia?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then what would confiding in one another do?”

She sniffled. “I don’t want to look weak.” She wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Not in front of them. I’m supposed to be their champion for gods’ sakes.”

“I don’t think you look weak right now.”

She stared into his eyes, sad and wet.

“Far from it. You look like you need help, aye, but that is not weakness. That is life. And if you don’t believe your fellows can help you, if you wish to be their rock, then let me be yours. The Syndicate and the Crystal Braves delivered you unto me, now make it mean something.”

She lunged into him and let out wracking sobs. Gods help her, she tried to avoid it, but she couldn’t. Haurchefant held her tight. It was all he could do. A few minutes passed, letting her go as much as she was capable, then soon, she raised her head off of his chest. “I’m sorry”, she whimpered.

“Nonsense. I told you I would help you, and I shall.”

She blinked a few times, staring into the fire.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“Then don’t. My bed is here for you, and my sofa shall do for me.”

“Wait, no!”

Haurchefant stared at her confusedly.

“I-I don’t want to make you give up your bed when I have one of my own. Forget I said anything.” She stood up when Haurchefant begged, “Hold for a moment.” He turned to stare back at his bed and suggested. “You know, my bed is quite large…too large, even, for one man. Tell me, would sharing it make you uncomfortable?”

That shocked her. “Er…well…it’s kind of…isn’t it a little…I…”

“I’ll take that as yes, it would.”

“No!”

That took him aback. “Forgive me, Haurchefant, I was just…surprised by your willingness to suggest it. No, I’m not uncomfortable with the idea.”

He smiled. “Then we have our solution. We share for a night.”

“We share for a night.”

Dia’s no stranger to sharing beds. Just not with men she was secretly in love with. Nevertheless, she climbed into the bed, and he joined her soon after. “Good night, my friend”, he bid as he shut off the light.

“Good night.”

She turned to her left side towards the side of the bed, and attempted to close her eyes and pretend like she hadn’t just done this. Minutes passed before she reopened it, the terrible sleeper she is, and heard her bedfellow snoring.

Damn, out like a light.

Out of sheer curiosity, she turned. Completely unexpected to her, she found Haurchefant lying completely prone. She did always like sleeping on her side, and never quite understood the necessity of some to lie fully on their backs. It was curious.

And maybe a bit too intimate of information to ever share with anyone. She decided to stick to this side and closed her eyes. There was something about hearing someone nearby that made her feel safer, almost, though she knew she could take care of herself. It made the sleeping process much easier.

Of course, she didn’t expect that the sleeping process would end with the two of them wrapped around each other like vines on a tree the following morning.

She shouldn’t have enjoyed this, she knew. Her head rested on his arm, and his left arm was draped over her side, his hand hitting the small of her back. Dia knew in the end, she had to leave, so she gently lifted up his arm to place at his side, then softly shuffled out of the bed. Dia tiptoed towards the door, opened it slightly to see if anyone was out there that would notice her, sighed in relief when no one was there, then slowly opened and closed the door to hurry back to her room.

When she was gone, Haurchefant grabbed her pillow and took a deep sniff. After that, he used it to hold onto so he could sleep a while longer.

[riajade01]

In which Haurchefant Greystone returns to his father’s manor and gets married. 

Haurchefant never particularly liked Fortemps Manor. Oh, it was lovely enough, as all the great manor houses were. But it had always been the countess’s domain, a place he was tolerated, barely. No matter how his father and brothers tried to include him in the family, the Countess de Fortemps was the final arbiter of Haurchefant’s status in the household. Namely, he was somewhere on the level of a prized hound. Fed, trained and cared for, but not something to let out around guests. And certainly not something to share the family name.

Even now, with his father’s wife passed on to the Fury’s embrace, Haurchefant found himself moving gingerly through the house, afraid to leave too much of himself where someone might see. Which was a touch odd, given that he now had rooms in the manor, plural, for himself and his soon-to-be-wife. Silly as it sounded, just placing his armor on the stand in the corner felt like a victory, let alone the handful of books Bitter had encouraged him to bring with him, which sat in a neat stack on the mantle.

No one could mistake them as belonging to anyone else in the house. Artoirel preferred histories and treatises on military tactics, their father kept tomes on liturgical law and science, and Emmanelain showed little inclination for books at all, though he was perfectly literate. While Haurchefant shared an appreciation of the topics that so engaged his father and elder brother, his true love was for romances.

[neunian]

🥺

[tovaicas]

↳ ʜᴀᴜʀᴄʜᴇꜰᴀɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ✦ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴇᴍᴘꜱ ✦ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴜʟʟᴇʀ

— ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴏᴀᴍ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

[dainesanddaffodils]

Thinking about how I’d known Haurchefant died from early on (I wasn’t spoiled-spoiled - I just had a feeling from Reactions I’d gotten when mentioning that my wol loved him) and it was so still much worse than I thought it would be

Because, since I knew it was coming I started looking for signs of the when’s and how’s of it. And the lead up to The Vault was pretty fucking obvious with that in mind.

So I’m listening to Haurchefant make his impassioned speeches after Aymeric is captured. How it’s his Knightly Duty to Aid Those in Need and Rescue a Good Honorable Man like Ser Aymeric etc etc

And I go “oh yeah okay he’s going to have his big Knight Moment and die saving Aymeric gotcha gotcha”

And then. he doesn’t.

He dies saving the Warrior of Light.

And I’m sure it’s a different read if you don’t ship your WoL with him but boy fucking howdy if, like me, you do!!

It’s Haurchefant, who has put so much of his fucking identity into knighthood and serving Ishgard and all that jazz, in the single emotional instant of the Warrior of Light being in peril - throwing all of that away to protect them. because in that instant that is all that matters to him. they are all that matters to him.

it's there in his final words, how he says "forgive me, i could not bear the thought [of you being harmed]"

he loved the Warrior of Light so much that for a second it eclipsed everything else. and thats what killed him.

anyways my WoL is real fucked up about this everyone have a nice night

[haverdoodles]

stay warm, dear friend! ❄️

— (haurchefant)

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just finished ARR part 2 and entering heavensward :") accidentally spoiled a crucial part of his story for myself when searching for refs (rip) but i adore him regardless

why so serious pookie!!!!

[katriaarts]

who up finalling their fantasy fourteen

[arcteris]

different ways of looking out for the wol

[tritoch]

thinking about the fact that the vault is level 57 and paladin wols learn to heal the very next level when they gain clemency at 58...ow

[bulkier-sphinx]

Day 17 - Free Day

N'reska always looked forward to her and Haurchefant's secret trysts.

Bonus below the cut.

*touches the butt*

[artofalassa]

The Books And the Cocoa

And a lapful of cat. Piece for @/blizzly. Thank you so much!! <3

[riajade01]

In which Bitter is reluctantly roped into Ishgardian politics, and we learn that Haurchefant is a bit of a clothes chocobo. Aymeric lets slip a secret he didn’t even know he was hiding.

Haurcehfant’s blade arced toward Bitter’s head, catching the sun in an explosion of light. Moving on instinct, she stepped out of the way, shifting her offhand to keep it tucked close to her body and out of the way.

Unfortunately, the shield on that arm made the move entirely impossible. Her shoulder and upper arm groaned in protest and the shield’s weight threw her off balance. Before she could recover, her husband’s shield slammed into her other side, driving the air from her lungs and sending a shock up her sword arm. She kept her grip on her weapon, if barely.

Huarchefant stepped back, ending the engagement.

[neverunnie]

some of my fav haurcheroshos and some bonus sillies ☺️

[watanabes-cum-dump]

I'm sorry but every single day I think about how it's implied that WoL was driven to confront Thordan mainly because of Haurchefant's death. Like yk we're the hero we're supposed to do things because they're right!!!! Not this time. Thordan is terrified of WoL once you defeat him because now he's on the receiving edge of vengeance.

Beautiful moment, tbh. WoL has so many other little moments of characterization that I will eventually talk about.