#I can only post ship fic at 2am otherwise the brain gremlins will stop me lmao

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Cupping your partner's face in your hand before kissing them 💜

An old prompt but I'm getting back into writing and tackling the ask hoarde I've collected over the last (checks date) uhh year and a bit úps

Please enjoy some wolchefant

Muireann burst into the doors, her eyes darted around the room for the tell tale blue of the turncoat Crystal Braves before she lowered her grimoire. Her carbuncle bounded out of its hiding place in her winter robe, weaving between her legs as she approached Haurchefant’s desk. There was something off about her. Her breath too quick, her eyes too frantic, and a tremor in her entire body that was different to the shaking when the chill cut through her.

“Muireann, my dear, whatever happened?”

“B-bad. I’ was too m-mu-uch.”

“Let’s get you somewhere warmer.” He quickly ushered her into the antechamber excusing the guard inside the door.

“Now then, let’s get this damp coat off you so you can – ” Haurchefant stopped easing the coat from her shoulders when he saw the dim purple-white light coming from her back. The delicate fractal wings had snaked their way up over her shoulders and partway up her neck, crackling levin still dancing under her skin.

“Muireann…should I be concerned that you’re glowing?” Haurchefant’s tone was measured, not entirely devoid of his usual cheery tone but there was a stiffness to it.

“’s Ram-mu-muh. I couldn’t – he’s next on the list. But I couldn’t sum-um-mon an egi. We had everything right! I even snuck into the Sylphlands to make sure I had the requisite aether before heading to Mor-r Dhona…it’s never…it’s never not worked before. I did everything right!”

Her voice was stopping and starting with the pulses of levin under her skin – he could feel it under his fingertips – just how much lightning aether had she taken in that it was affecting her this badly even after expelling some of it? He was suddenly very relieved that she had maintained composure until they were alone – with her battle against Shiva well known, it would not do to have her seen to be open to manipulation of any sort by the primals she had slain.

It was proving difficult to secure the requisite paperwork for the four remaining Scions with the accusations of regicide. If one of their biggest claims in their favour were to be twisted into an accusation of heresy? Haurchefant squeezed Muireann close against his chest. It would not do to think of it.

She latched onto him, taking steadying breaths to bring her vibrating body back fully under her control, “I did everything right…and it still didn’t work. If I can’t do this, Haurchefant, what if – ”

He gently cut her worries short by cupping her face in his hands. He could feel the crackle of levin at his fingertips even through the leather of his gauntlets.

“My dear, I have every confidence that you will find the solutions – as you have always done. And with such staunch allies as these researchers you’ve described I pity any who would cross you once you have resolved your current predicament.”

“If the Archbishop doesn’t hurry up and stamp or sign whatever papers are outstanding he just might jump to the top of the list.”

“That, my darling, is the exact kind of rumour-starting threat that could delay this whole ordeal even further. Much as I would not object to you staying here longer for entirely selfish reasons, it is much safer in Ishgard proper.” Haurchefant punctuated the sentence by gently kissing her forehead.

“I don’t do threats, dear, only promises.”

Non-verbal love prompts