#Janlenoux de Courcillant

[queenofnohr]

the loneliness of a princess

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[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Not so fleeting, familiar touches.

[eemamminy-art]

"We shouldn't be doing this…" "Shall I stop then?" "No."

[bigeyedweirdo0]

"Rosary- a string of beads for keeping count in a rosary or in the devotions of some other religions."

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Personal headcanon time, but as we know in Ishgard, people are known to exchange Halonic rosaries as a promise to return to someone they love. In my little headcanon, if a Heavensward gives their rosary to someone, they become their "favored." It's basically their way of saying,"I pledge my entire being to you." It's so serious that even the Ishgardian Orthodox Church recognizes these bonds.

Unfortunately for Luces, he's a bit confused and thought that Janlenoux gave him a friendship bracelet...

[dxvotionis]

Name | Adelphel de Chevraudan Titles | Ser Adelphel the Brightblade Occupation | Knight of the Heavens' Ward Age | 22 Gender | Male (Trans) He/him Species | Elezen; Wildwood Loyal to | Ishgard, The Holy See, The Archbishop

Adelphel’s parents were Durant and Elaine de Chevraudan. The Chevraudan family was low nobility and a dying house - Durant was the last of his family. Durant and Elaine met young and had a brief, whirlwind romance that led to a quick marriage. But things soon enough went bitter as they were unable to conceive. Durant blamed Elaine and she resented him in turn. She had quit her studies to join the clergy to marry him, and their marriage was falling apart. She sought comfort elsewhere, and as it turned out, she was not the one with the fertility problems. She told her husband early on, and they both agreed that it was best not to rock their already weak standing with a scandal, and so Durant would give this child the Chevraudan name. Elaine went to stay outside of Ishgard to have the child, claiming health reasons (but it was in case the child looked nothing like their ‘father’). And Adeline de Chevraudan was born. As she grew up, she was still kept away from Ishgard. Elaine homeschooled her and Durant made it clear to Adeline that she was not his daughter and he wanted nothing to do with her. But that that was a secret that she must never tell. When she was around thirteen, Adeline told her mother that she wasn’t a girl. That he was a boy, that he wanted to be a boy. Elaine accepted this with ease and gave her son a new name - an altered version of the first she’d given him; Adelphel. His father did not approve. But Adelphel had grown into a stubborn child, quick witted and uncaring about his father’s opinion. He told his father point blank that he could accept him as a boy, or he would tell everyone he was a bastard and ruin their name. Durant retaliated the only way he could and told Adelphel that if he wanted to be a boy, he should do what boys do and go off and become a knight and fight the dragons. And so, Adelphel returned to Ishgard proper and spent the next years of his life training and perfecting his swordsmanship. He had a natural talent for the beauty of it and quickly impressed those around him. Prior to his being knighted, he fought as a soldier wherever he was needed - meeting Janlenoux de Courcillant and forming a close friendship. After Janlenoux was knighted and offered a place in the Heavens’ Ward, Adelphel strived towards that goal as well. And when he was 21, he earned the same honour. He was given the epithet Brightblade and he wore it with honour. He’d earnt a position that put him above his father’s control. He felt important. He felt special. Only him, his parents and Janlenoux know that he is trans. Only he and his parents know that he is a bastard. Only he and his mother know a deeper secret.

Verse | Main Set until The Singularity Reactor

Verse | Survival He barely survives Azys Lla, and in those moments of realisation, he gives up. He flees. He just goes. He avoids Ishgard, slowly recovering. He sells his sword, his shield, his armour. He’s been known by his epithet so when he gives the name Chevraudan it isnt readily recognised. But now, for the first time in his life, he is away from Ishgard. He feels the warmth of the world and realises how he’s never known it. He still finds such beauty in the art of battle and eventually crosses paths with a troupe of Thavnairian dancers and becomes incredibly enamoured with them. He ends up leaving for Thavnair and thats where he stays for quite a while. During the Final Days, though, with the reveal of Vrtra, he sees that even a dragon can do the right thing and hiding here when he can fight was not worth it. He returns to Coerthas to seek out his parents, finding his mother alive and he protects her. His father had turned, but he would not be mourned.

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The Wedding of Thancred & Urianger – pt.v (Thanc Water & Uriangerr Augureit)

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[knights-of-ishgard]

HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY HEAVENSWARD

let's celebrate this fine day with the knights of the heavens' ward

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[of-knights-and-magi]

Ask Box: {Wardlings}

He very well might, but wouldn’t share what it was, or the fact that he’d even done it in the first place. Whimsy has never been a particular close thing to his heart, such things happen when you are raised by a power crazed uncle.

Yes. He has often stared at the heavens, prayed and wished for many things in his life that have never come to pass, but some, well some have. So he will continue to pray, to wish, to gaze upon the heavens and reflect, as is his wont and way.

Would he? Possibly, but he already has so much that he has ever longed for, he would say to wish for more would be without merit, it would be.. greedy...

Ignasse doesn’t wish for things. He welcomes that which is given, in most cases, but he is content with what he has. To long for more is greed. To lead a simple life is by far more preferable.

He wishes, often, though wishes have never amounted to anything but heartache and sorrow. Much better to take what you want than to wish for it, in any case.

[queenofnohr]

Janlenoux & Odeline sketchpage by @/deadanimedads on twitter!

Inspired by the writing exercise I did for him on Ao3!

[steeloath-ffxiv]

“I will not back down from that which is placed before me.  If I draw my blade then it shall not be sheathed until it has bitten deep of my enemy and rendered them silent.  No harm shall befall that which I have sworn to protect.”

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

The Sun Rises with the Heart [A Janlenoux/Adelphel/Francel fanfiction]

Title: The Sun Rises with the Heart

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Relationships: Adelphel de Chevraudan/Francel de Haillenarte, Janlenoux de Courcillant/Francel de Haillenarte, Adelphel de Chevraudan/Janlenoux de Courcillant/Francel de Haillenarte, Adelphel de Chevraudan/Janlenoux de Courcillant

Characters: Adelphel de Chevraudan, Janlenoux de Courcillant, Francel de Haillenarte

Part 5 of a series.

Summary:

“I want to see him.”

Adelphel whispers, and Janlenoux slowly opens his eyes and turns to face Adelphel in their shared cot more fully.

“Why, it is too late in the night now.” Janlenoux reasons, voice deep and rough from sleep though drawn from it as he were. “First thing in the morning, we can visit him.”

Adelphel bites his lip for Janlenoux is right but it is hard to keep still his fidgeting in the overwhelming face of his risen affections.

The morning… the morning…

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     Of all the Heavensward, the one most amicable to their arrangement was likely Ser Adelphel. The most amorous of lord Francel to boot, and most trustful that their secret would be kept. He knew his faith was not misplaced, that the young lord held them in high esteem despite what transpired that fateful day. And even… that Francel had come to fancy them in return. Those were his thoughts, anyways-and he wasn’t like to entertain anything to the contrary.

     Alas, then, that his courage should fail him to seek out that beautiful man and face him again. He should have been the first; that was his thought. Yet instead that the others should face lord Francel before he, Ser Charibert, Grinnaux and Paulecrain, even Ser Velguine! He felt somewhat ashamed that he had kept to himself since their return to the city in their shame, but his brothers would not keep secrets and had relayed that at the least lord Francel was hale and as gorgeous as that day they had… what? Coerced him? Shameful though it was-there was little to deny for the good it had done; something which tied them all together, something which held to pause their bickering. But was it just for the stress? Was this just an outlet? So many questions that Adelphel wanted to ignore, it posed little difference now to ask these as fearful of their answers would stop them from leaving his lips.

     What was Lord Francel to them?

     Adelphel looked over at his dozing companion; Janlenoux-their legs tangled ‘neath sheets as they kept the biting cold without at bay with each other.

     “I want to see him.”

     Adelphel whispers, and Janlenoux slowly opens his eyes and turns to face Adelphel in their shared cot more fully.

     “Why, it is too late in the night now.” Janlenoux reasons, voice deep and rough from sleep though drawn from it as he were. “First thing in the morning, we can visit him.” Adelphel bites his lip for Janlenoux is right but it is hard to keep still his fidgeting in the overwhelming face of his risen affections.

     The morning… the morning…

         The sky was barely lit through the spread of curtains on either side of lord Francel’s windowed terrace, snow did not fall today but the gray light still lethargically filtered in through the glass panes from gathered clouds. His bed remained untouched at the head of the room, still made, pillows fluffed and blanket edges tucked beneath the soft mattress corners spread taut. His desk adjacent on the other side of the large room remained heaped with papers, letters, and permits. There was a map of the slowly growing Empyreum which housed a multitude of plots of land he wanted to have sorted, permits which needed to be organized, calculated, presented. All of which he was taking a minor break from. Seated away from the mess in a meadow green armchair before a fire, still wearing nothing but his nightgown, legs bare and feet held out towards the fireplace; Francel de Haillenarte. One last piece of work kept with him on the side table to the chair, a letter he’d been reading from Stephannot from Skyfire Locks-tucked beneath a small saucer that held a cup of steaming dark coffee and a half-eaten biscuit. When he is taking a sip, that is when Foncrineau knocks on his door. It’s startling so early in the day, and yawning anxiety takes him momentarily.

     “My Lord, visitors Ser Janlenoux and Ser Adelphel.”

     Perhaps oddly enough, that anxiety dwindles when he hears their names, and he heaves a sigh. Taking a sip of his flavored coffee and debating as quickly as he can what he ought to do. However, it seems obvious as the silence yawns between he and the door. And his manservant knows he is awake…

     “Let them in!”

     He calls, and does not stand to go to the door himself-mindful of how indecent he looks. But for the eyes of Adelphel and Janlenoux t’would hardly matter as they have seen him in debauched totality. Something in him still feels shy, so he tucks his legs closer together and crosses his arms where he sits. The door opens and then closes with a click, he reaches for more coffee so they can see where he is at and sure enough they come.

       Their coats have been taken, and it is interesting to see them as they come around his chair to stand before him; dressed down as they are so casually. A pair of falconers shirts, buttoned up to the collars. Janlenoux in a fetching and softly colored periwinkle blue which does not detract at all from the azure of his hair. Adelphel in a soft pink that he almost had to squint in the low fire light of the room to see. Adelphel wore black thighboots and trousers. Janlenoux wore halfboots which buckled at the sides. It was all very fetching, and they were dashing as they stood before him. And Francel, meeting them in only his night gown, pulled up to his thighs as he sits in his armchair; rooted to place and staring quite openly. Adelphel almost turns his head away under the piercing blue of that gaze, but instead casts his eyes over the lithe frame huddled in that chair. They both cast a shadow over Francel as they stand in front of the fire which he had been sitting before.

       “You’ll forgive me for being less than presentable, one does not usually expect guests at this hour.”

       Janlenoux tucks his chin in somewhat, a smile overtakes what had at first been a rather doleful expression. His hair is down as usual, and frames his face in waves even as he tilts his head to the side with curiosity.

             “Such a look, it is for our eyes only?” And all three in this room know what he means by ‘our’. They and their brethren.

       Francel smiles up at him beautifically a hint of teeth, a chuffed laugh escapes as a puff of warm breath.

       “Had it been anyone else, they would be waiting in the foyer or planning room.”

       Adelphel sighs in relief, “I wanted to see you.”

       But even as he steps forward to bring himself closer to Francel, the young lord raises a leg and stops Adelphel in his tracks with a slender foot planted firmly upwards and pressed into Adelphel’s stomach to stop him from moving any further forward. This winds him, but only for the surprise and not so much the pressure. Francel sinks further back against his chair, hands pressing into the arm rests of it and presses his toes into the hard lines of Adelphel’s stomach. The hem of his gown slips further up his thigh, exposing more milky skin to the warm air, and Adelphel’s eyes are drawn to the revealed flesh of his inner thigh.

       “Did you?”

       Francel cants his head to the side, and Janlenoux watches with lidded eyes where he leans against the mantle.      

       “I thought to come in the night, but deliberating for too long kept me away,” Adelphel makes his case, “the clocks had already struck past midnight and so we resolved to come first light.”

       Hands find the sole of his foot, cradling his foot now in Adelphel’s palm and keeping him aloft for the effort had begun to make his leg tremble to keep some distance between them. Francel had hoped to remain apart longer, that he may resolve to keep his strength and wits about him through this encounter, but finds he is weak for the sunshine of Adelphel’s smile and glimmer of his eyes. Janlenoux had cast away from the mantle of the fire, and leaned instead down by the chair that he might caress the apple of Francel’s cheeks in warm calloused hands, and it takes true strength not to close his eyes and find solace in their touches.

       A thump and shift in the position of his leg draws his gaze from Janlenoux back to Adelphel who has fallen to his knees before him. Fingers alight on his ankle and the soft muscle of his calf. There are lips against the arch of his foot, kissing upwards to his toes and marking Francel’s face with a smile as the ticklishness nearly overcomes him. Janlenoux leans down at the waist to press his mouth to Francel’s temple, and the young lord is duly assaulted thus with tenderness. He knows where this will go, but feels powerless in the face of his growing want to stop it. Warmth pools in his chest at every sweep of mouth against his skin, from the side of his foot to his ankle, from temple to the long shell of his ear. He sighs with bliss to be doted on thus, and does not dare to stop them. He relaxes his leg and allows Adelphel to kiss up to the soft skin at the side of his knee. A hand furls into the edges of his gown and rucks it up past his thighs so teeth can graze the inners of his leg. And for Adelphel, they spread and allow him in close. Until warm breath catches at his naked groin and interest twinges thus between his legs.

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Part 1 | Part 2 (You are here) | Part 3 | Bonus A Little Sugar Part 2

Ever wonder what happens when the Heavensward gets scolded? Well you get this, Luther is very protective of his charges and sees Luces as his own kid. He fully supports the two, but has to remind Janlenoux that the young Lotus Dancer is truly unfamiliar with Ishgardian courting customs.

[rxpertoire]

Adelphel’s parents were Durant and Elaine de Chevraudan. The Chevraudan family was low nobility and a dying house - Durant was the last of his family. Durant and Elaine met young and had a brief, whirlwind romance that led to a quick marriage. But things soon enough went bitter as they were unable to conceive. Durant blamed Elaine and she resented him in turn. She had quit her studies to join the clergy to marry him, and their marriage was falling apart. She sought comfort elsewhere, and as it turned out, she was not the one with the fertility problems. 

She told her husband early on, and they both agreed that it was best not to rock their already weak standing with a scandal, and so Durant would give this child the Chevraudan name. Elaine went to stay outside of Ishgard to have the child, claiming health reasons (but it was in case the child looked nothing like their ‘father’). And Adeline de Chevraudan was born. 

As she grew up, she was still kept away from Ishgard. Elaine homeschooled her and Durant made it clear to Adeline that she was not his daughter and he wanted nothing to do with her. But that that was a secret that she must never tell.

When she was around thirteen, Adeline told her mother that she wasn’t a girl. That he was a boy, that he wanted to be a boy. Elaine accepted this with ease and gave her son a new name - an altered version of the first she’d given him; Adelphel. His father did not approve. But Adelphel had grown into a stubborn child, quick witted and uncaring about his father’s opinion. He told his father point blank that he could accept him as a boy, or he would tell everyone he was a bastard and ruin their name. Durant retaliated the only way he could and told Adelphel that if he wanted to be a boy, he should do what boys do and go off and become a knight and fight the dragons. 

And so, Adelphel returned to Ishgard proper and spent the next years of his life training and perfecting his swordsmanship. He had a natural talent for the beauty of it and quickly impressed those around him. Prior to his being knighted, he fought as a soldier wherever he was needed - meeting Janlenoux de Courcillant and forming a close friendship. After Janlenoux was knighted and offered a place in the Heavens’ Ward, Adelphel strived towards that goal as well. And when he was 21, he earned the same honour. He was given the epithet Brightblade and he wore it with honour. He’d earnt a position that put him above his father’s control. He felt important. He felt special.

Only him, his parents and Janlenoux know that he is trans. Only he and his parents know that he is a bastard. Only he and his mother know a deeper secret.