#WolXAymeric

[self-chromtempt]

Let us rest...

[jessu-uu]

~Family Portrait ~

Aymeric and Quinn with their son, Haurchefant de Borel 

[faultyparagonfiction]

Chapters: 1/1. COMPLETED!

Rating: General. Check AO3 for more comprehensive warnings/tags.

Summary: Aymeric reunites with the Warrior of Light after the Final Days in the cathedral that Aymeric no longer calls home. Thankfully, the Warrior of Light's presence still can be called as such.

-aka short WolxAymeric angst/pining fic that's been sitting in my drafts for too long. Sort of a spiritual successor to my fic 'falling, fallen' but there's no need to read that first.

[picturesofashe]

What's within reach

alt version:

[the-lord-of-the-things]

A Happy Halloween from @dragons-bones​ lovely Synnove, and Aymeric, celebrating in style as Morticia and Gomez Addams (circe the 90s live action movies) This might be the best commission idea I’ll ever get, I literally yelled “Holy SHIT” out loud when I first read it it was that good, and I had so much fun with the pic that I decided, in the spirit of the season, to spruce it up and post for Halloween The pinstriping on Aymeric’s suit might have murdered my hand since its 100% free handed, but by god was it worth it Also a little bonus, we decided Not to give aymeric the Gomez Stache, but I couldn’t quite control my sinful hand sooooo

[ffxivimagines]

FFXIVWrite 2019 | Prompt #25: Angel

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

FFXIV Write 2019 | Prompt #25: Trust | Rating: E

Warnings for: sexual content, NPCxWoL, religious imagery being applied to sex, my usual brand of dom/sub, and so on. Further warnings under cut because they’re all kink-related!

Do not press that Read More link if you are under age of majority!

Warnings (contd.): praise kink, dom/sub, usage of the phrases “good boy” and “ser” in a sexual setting, WoLxAymeric, gender-neutral WoL, Aym being made to admit his kinks, orgasm delay/denial

All those good to you? Read on! If not, please close the tab/press the back button!

The Warrior of Light is an untouchable entity. They are sacred, sanctified by divine providence and unprecedented might, and yet Aymeric watches them peel their clothing off piece as if he is worthy of such a sight. They smile at him while working at the clasps on their earrings, setting each piece of jewelry on his vanity without asking permission, and ask, “Do you trust me, Aym?”

“Always,” he answers in a rush. 

Their smile grows a little lopsided (familiar and so much more attainable than the way they look down at him with the spirit of a saint taking residence in their bones) and they finish slipping the remnants of their smallclothes off. He very pointedly does not note how well their underwear hugs the muscle of their hips and ass when they turn from him to step out of them. Had Aymeric not been blessed by Halone and baptised into her service, he knows he would not have been able to resist such temptation as the curve of their bare neck. As it is, he salivates not unlike a beast at the pang of hunger that overtakes his mind for a long moment. 

The Warrior is kind to him and does not leave him waiting, but Aymeric still feels underprepared for their lips on his. They touch him in a way that suggests he obey, guiding him to lay down and allow himself to relax, and it’s such a joyous way to give in to their will that Aymeric is all but lost before they begin. They pull back from him, breathing the same air with how closely their lips mirror his, and ask, “Tell me what you want, Aymeric. You’ll be good for me.”

Aymeric, for all his many virtues, is still a creature of need. When given such an order, he is all but helpless to resist even when the thought of voicing his wants causes his face to flush all the way to the tips of his ears. “Pray, grant me a moment to…” He falters, voice caught in his throat when his mind cannot avoid the many images of his dearest Warrior in states of undress and debauchery. “...think. A moment to think, if you please.”

“Take all the time you need, love,” they soothe, smoothing a hand down his chest to begin working at the buttons of his underclothes. “We have all night.”

Aymeric bites back a groan at the thought of them lounging around for hours on end, naked as the day they were born, and admits, “I have not given these desires much thought past avoiding them.”

The Warrior laughs goodnaturedly. “So they appear at inopportune times?” “Usually, yes.”

“Like when you’re at work,” they guess, “and leading negotiations, then. What are you thinking of? A warm mouth on you under your desk?” Aymeric jolts and they watch with a satisfied simper when his hands twitch toward the front of their pants. “No touching. We agreed I would do whatever you like after you tell me what you want most. Treat this like confession, Ser Aymeric, and tell me what trials trouble your soul.”

“By Halone,” he curses, “I doubt there will ever come a time confession will seem so innocently cathartic again.”

“Maybe I should filch one of those uniforms and see if the Fury smites me─”

Aymeric allows himself to imagine the sight of them in the familiar colors and cut of the church’s uniform but the image is quickly perverted to something far less innocent than the Warrior kneeling to pray. He wants them in his colors more than that of Halone. He wants to wrap them in the blue of House Borel and see to it that his claim to their hand is publicly known. 

“Have something to say?”

He manages a quiet, nearly choked off, “My clothing. If you would be… amenable to wear it.”

They shuffle off of the bed to grab his customary coat, pulling it on without any other layers made to line the inside, and climb back on top of him. “This is rather comfortable. I may be so inclined to steal it again in the future.” 

“I meant it casually, but now I feel nothing you touch will be left safe to Sunday confessionals,” Aymeric laments. 

They shrug and reply, “I know you won’t be much for puritanical sermons after I finish giving you everything you need. Tell me more?”

“I would like to see you atop me more often, like now.”

“And?”

Aymeric swallows, knotting a hand in the sheets as if the feel of fabric could ground him more than the heat of his love sitting squarely on his hips. “You could order me to do what you like.”

They hum happily and lean down to pepper his face in kisses. “You know how to tell me to stop, right?”

“Wyrm, yes.”

“Good boy,” they praise. It’s a test, a new name they are not sure he will take to in the least and they enjoy the shudder Aymeric give them in response. “Did you like that?”

He hisses when they shift and press a little too harshly on the bulge in the front of his pants, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. “I… yes.” They reward his honesty with a smattering of marks reaching from his jaw nearly down to his collarbone, each one light and easily healed by a potion or flash of white magic, until Aymeric stutters through an exhale and asks, “More, please?”

They draw further confession from him with each action─dirtying his coat when he admits to his wish to see how they take their pleasure, denying him the release he all but writhes for when he says he doesn’t want their session to end so soon, not allowing him to hide his face when his mortification in asking for their fingers becomes too much (a requested step beyond their usual go-to way of comforting him)─until Aymeric is near incoherent. 

“Are you ready, my love? We need to bring you down.” 

He nods and they give him one last push, feeling wetness spill over their hand as he cums. Aymeric is a vision beneath them, debauched as he is, and they wonder how Halone would create a man so divine and do aught else but keep him with her in the heavens. He shivers with aftershocks and they soothe him through it, cleaning up and making sure he is situated beneath the sheets the moment they finish sponging him down. It would not do to catch a cold from bad aftercare. 

They toss his coat into the hamper and shimmy into a woolen robe before climbing into bed next to him. “Was that alright?”

He pulls them close and speaks with a slight slur born of tiredness when thanking them in half sentences. The Warrior pets his hair gently until he slips off to sleep before slapping their hands over their face and feeling their cheeks warm to the point of nearly steaming. 

To do such a thing! To the Lord Commander, no less! Established relationship or no, they are so thoroughly embarrassed by their own words it’s a wonder they do not immolate. Aymeric enjoyed it, they rationalize, so I was not too terrible, perhaps. 

They drift off to the sounds of his breathing and the thought that maybe (just maybe) they could have him do the same for them next time. 

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[niomemizune]

Get to Know Me Tag Meme

Rules: Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you’d like to know better.

1. Dogs or Cats?

I am definitely a dog person - right now, at least. Probably when I get my own place I’d be better suited for a cat >_> 

Pictured is my current doggo, who is a brat!

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? 

Depends on the celebrity, definitely. But without a doubt it wouldn’t be a Youtube celebrity. I don’t tend to follow what Youtube thinks is popular....

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be? 

I really like New England (where I live) in the USA. But.... I have also heard nice things about Canada. Depending on politics, might be better moving there! That being said, I really liked it when I went to visit family in Germany, I’d just need to learn the language!

4. Disney or DreamWorks?  

I’m probably biased because this blog (and Niome’s in-game avatar) used to be Astrid-themed from How To Train Your Dragon. Sooooo..... While Disney movies have that nostalgia kick, I do have to root for the underdog sometimes. I say Dreamworks.

5. Favourite childhood TV show? 

Hm, that’s a tough one, since there were so many! I liked anything anime back in middle school, but at the same time I was also really big into classic toons. Angry Beavers, Recess, Code Lyoko, Avatar the Last Airbender.....But at the same time I was also OBSESSED with Naruto when I was younger. (Still am at times)

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020 

I had to look up what’s coming out. The new Call of the Wild looks good, that was a great book. I just hope the movie holds up. Jungle Cruise looks SURPRISINGLY good.

I’m also a big fan of animated movies so.... Scoob! is probably on that list.

7. Favorite book you read in 2019? 

I.... don’t read as much as I want to. There is one book that I want to get the audiobook for and read along... Star Trek: The Next Generation - Q in Law.

I’m a nerd.

8. Marvel or DC? 

Hm, probably Marvel. I need to see all the Avengers movies one day. Deadpool is SO GOOD THOUGH.

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favourite Justice League member?

Uh? I don’t know enough about comic books to pick an X-Men. I guess Pica--- Xavier ;) (I LIKE STAR TREK, OKAY?!?)

10. Night or Day? 

Definitely a Night lover.

11. Favourite Pokemon?  

So.... aesthetically, I really like Primarina (since water/fairy is SO ME), but I have to give it to Mudkip :P

12. Top 5 bands:

Okay, so you know how I mentioned I’m a nerd? I can maybe do a few bands, but most of the music I listen to falls under Vocaloid.... so...... Here’s my top Vocaloid Producers?

1. Mothy (AkunoP)

2.  Hitoshizuku x Yama  △

3. Ghost

4. PinocchioP

5. Mitchie M

And a 6th. CircusP/VocaCircus

13. Top 10 books. 

What part of “I have trouble sitting down and reading” do you not get? I will try to pull some top books out of my ass, let’s go! IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Chronicles of Light

Because of Winn Dixie by Kate DiCamillo

Holes by  Louis Sachar

Call of the Wild by Jack London

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle by Betty Macdonald

The Giver by Lois Lowry

Beloved by Toni Morrison

And I can’t think of any more. But these are all books I have enjoyed in the past.... I also used to love Harry Potter, but....

14. Top 4 movies

Princess Mononoke

Lilo & Stitch

The Birdcage

Megamind

It’s hard to only pick 4!!!!!!

15. America or Europe?

When I visited Europe I really enjoyed it, but I don’t know if I’d be able to live there longterm. I went to Germany, Northern France (Normandy), and England.

16. Tumblr or Twitter? 

Tumblr. I have a Twitter, but I never use it.

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life?

Pro Choice. It shouldn’t be anyone else’s choice but your own.

18. Favorite YouTuber?

Uh.... MisterHappy? Idk.

19. Favorite author ?

That’s so tough! I wanna say..... Fanfic authors. I see you out there writing Crystal Exarch x WoL and I LOVE YOU AND SUPPORT YOU AND THANK YOU.

20. Tea or Coffee? 

Definitely tea. A nice vanilla chai latte, please. Or Earl Grey, hot.

21. OTP ? 

Can I say WoLxExarch? WoLxAymeric? WoLxANYONE??!?

22. Do you play an instrument/sing ? 

I..... sing.... ish..... I don’t think I’m very good, but I enjoy it nonetheless. I don’t know that I have any of my singing uploaded for the public, though. :P Sorry!

Got tagged by the LOVELY @mai-takeda, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

TAGGING (and don’t feel you need to do it): @seina-kurokiba, @spotofmummery, @actualkomodo, @enkidu-egi, @scholarlostintime, @jorandalkitor, @goldplatedfool, @avwalya, @arabeka-ffxiv, @thefallenofbajhiri, @caustic-bite​... AND THAT’S 11! WOO! Don’t feel like you have to do it, but it’s also an OPEN TAG

[usagi-mitsu]

Hello lovely! 😍 numbers 9. and 14. for the fanfiction asks if you like ✨ hope you are enjoying 5.1!

THANK YOU!!! You are amazing! Fanfiction reader asks:

9 . What tag(s) do you track? 

that’s a good question because, I actually don’t really track tags. I have my favorites, that I manually check, whenever I feel like it. It’s less thematic and much more ... what character do I want to read about. So I go for prefered couples like any WoLxAymeric, xG’Raha or xZenos at the moment. Then, I check the actual tags on the most recent works for my favorites (slow-burn, romance, porn with or without plot.... you know. What you check when you are home alone XD). :3

Also, I have a bunch of writers that I follow to the key. If i have you on my radar, I will at least look at literally anything you publish! If I like it, I’ll stick around and give kudos and write comments - even if it’s something I have never read before! :D (And btw: I do have you on my radar >>.

14. What kind of plotline are you always here for? 

I have exactly two moods for plots: Slow-burn romance with predictable happy end or wild political intrigue with twists and turns.

Character A falls in love with character B and they pin-away for 30+ chapters, only to finally get together, garnished with hot smut? I’m sold! That’s what I need when I get home from work and don’t want to deal with life for a moment. Also, as boring as it sounds... Every writer has their own style and their own characters! So no story is the same and just seeing how different writers juggle the characters and the plot is amazing again and again!

But I’m also all for Game of Thrones-like plots that make me question my intelligence: “Why did I not see that coming?! It was foreshadowed 12 chapters ago!” I love it when real life concepts like politics, economics and social issues get translated into fantasy worlds. Someone recently posted an analysis of Lolorito and his goals, hopes and wishes, which in turn dictate his actions - I would love to read a detailed political thriller about Uld’ah and the syndicate. Maybe about Nanamo’s struggle to keep them in check after Stormblood? Or the actual ramifications of turning Ishgard into a republic and seperating state and church: We had one uprising, yes. But what about the actual inner resistance? How is the church going to be remodelled? Who will be the churches leader? Are there power struggles between church and state? Are there people who would try again to assassinate Ser Aymeric? Those are all rather dry topics, but these are the things that get me thinking and make me want to try and predict the plot. And THAT is what I live for! :D

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME!!!!

[marjiandco]

Little OC Things: Marji and Aymeric

Honestly as much as I like the idea of WoLxAymeric pairing, I don’t think Marj would ever see him like that. Sure she had a crush on him when they first met; him and Lucia were just these almost ethereally good looking people, well spoken, and armed to the teeth. The more she came to know of him, the more she started to really admire and look up to him. She unconsciously started to emulate him during big or public events. Trying to stand up straighter, talk with a  little more poise. 

It’s not that she was some street talking low life before hand, but when you live on a ship filled with pirate/pirate hunters, you tend to take on a more ragged persona. She really just wants to be more regal and take control of the room as he can. 

That isn’t to say she doesn’t enjoy his company. She loves having him around to talk to and joke with, its just that her version of Aymeric sometimes gets in the way with who he really is.

[ladyramora]

Love potion WiP  WoLxMany. WoLxEstinien. WoLxAymeric. WoLxHaurchefant. (Continued, as requested)

Valentione's day: The love potion

Sum: The WoL, alone on valentione's, buys a "love potion " from a mysterious vendor. Harem. WoLxMany. WoLxEstinien. WoLxAymeric. WoLxHaurchefant.

The air is heavy with the smell of cooking foods and the perfume of scented oils. Laughter and chatter from the festivities is a continuous hum of activy.  You stand off to the side, scanning the crowd along with the numerous stalls built up for this very occasion. Inside your inventory bag is a new song scroll, along with a tiny wind-upcherub. 

You feel bored. Already done with the tiny quest given to you. Worst of all, you feel lonely. Watching with a dull ache in your chest as lovers of all kinds indulge in their affections with hearts,candies and kisses. You turn away, of the mind to nurse your loneliness with a cup of something harder than your usual, when you spot a strange vendor off to the side.

 Alchemy? You muse, as you eye the various bottles cluttering the countertop of the unusual stall. A lone figure sits behind the counter, face partially hidden by a hood covering their eyes and the top of their nose.

 "Something catch your fancy, adventurer?" The stranger asks, a knowing smile curving their mouth. Strangely yes, you think. A small bottle of shimmering liquid, catching the light and your eye.

"Oh?" The vendor grins. "This one? Hmm, interesting." You trace a finger over the glass stopper, leaning close to stare at the shifting liquid. "Why is that?" You ask, absentminded as the swirling colors draw you in.

"Well," the vendor chuckles,  "that one only draws in those looking for love, dear adventurer." You blink, looking up from the bottle to stare at the vendor. "Love? Me?"

The vendor smiles, tapping the bottle with a sharp tipped finger. "Indeed. If you seek to find love, all you need do is sip from this bottle. A little goes a long way. "

You frown, turning away to leave. What good could a bottle of mystery liquid do for you?

"Ah, do you intend to leave without your gift?" You turn back, confused. "Gift?"

The vendor holds the bottle out to you, smiling serenely. "But of course, how could I deny the savior of Eorzea something such as this? Even the Warrior of Light deserves love, is that not so?"

You take the bottle, staring down at it resting in your palm.  "Who...?" You look up to ask the vendor their name, but they are gone.

You uncork the bottle. It smells like nothing. You pinch it between your fingers, a small drop of shimmery liquid on your fingertip. You press it to your tongue and a shiver travels down your spine. Nothing else. You frown. "Somehow I feel cheated even though it was free." Still, you pocket the bottle. It was pretty if nothing else.

 - - -

It is not until later that day that you come to understand that you had not, in fact, been cheated.

You're speaking with Alphinaud, sharing the tale of your days apart, when the young elezen suddenly stumbles over his words, looking at you strangely.

 "Are you... Did you do something different?" He asks, inching closer to you. You tilt your head, confused at what he meant. "A new fragrance? You... ah, y-you smell quite nice."  

You blink, sniffing at yourself. ??? You don't smell anything.

Alphinaud seems to become increasingly flustered under your confused staring.

You frown, stepping close to press a hand against his head.

 "Are you feeling alright? You're face is really red. Do you have a fever?"

Alphinaud shakes his head, but does not move away. "I... admit I do feel a little faint. Would you stay with me for a little bit? I think I may need to sit down." You give a thoughtful hum, but do as he asks. Sitting down with him for a little while. 

You think nothing of it as he rests his head against you.  Nothing as he seems to breathe a little heavier. Snuggle closer to you. "Maybe you should go see the healers?" You say, patting at his hair.

 - --

Estinien

At first you think it had been something strange. Alphinaud feeling unwell. But then you have a truly odd interaction with Estinien.

You're taking your lunch in Foundation when Estinien finds you. At first he merely stands while he speaks with you. But then the wind shifts in his direction, and he cuts off mid sentence. 

You blink, looking up from your lunch to find him looking at you oddly. Hungrily. You hold out the container holding your lunch, offering him some. "Did you eat lunch yet? Would you like some of mine?"

Estinien stares, stepping forward and sitting so close that your legs brush. "Did you make it?" Estinien asks, his hands sliding over yours as he takes the container.  You look down at your touching hands, brow furrowing. "Ah... yes, I did."

Estinien hums appreciatively, staring at you instead of the lunch. "I quite enjoyed our last meal together."

You smile hesitantly, "So did I."

Estinien leans closer to you,  staring intently at your face. "What?" You ask, feeling nervous at his proximity. Estinien drags his thumb over the corner of your mouth, - showing you the food on his thumb - and then licking it off. 

You clear your throat, feeling flustered and suddenly awkward.

Estinien makes a low humming in his throat, his eyes half lidded as he looks to you. "Delicious," Estinien says, smirking at you. Leaning in as if...

 A bell tolls in the distance and you shoot up into a standing position. "Is that the time?" You ask, looking around twitchily as you gather up your things. 

You stutter out your parting words to him, backing away like a cornered animal, "I should probably go! A-ah.. you can finish the lunch, I'll talk to you later! Ahh... Good bye!" With that, you make a hasty retreat. What was going on today?

Estinien stares down at the lunch in his lap. It had barely been touched. Then the realization of his actions washes over him. "Ah... What have I done?"

 - - -

You search every ilm of Gridania looking for the vendor. Nothing. They are nowhere to be found. You even search Ul'dah and all of Limsa Lominsa just to be thorough. No one saw them. No one has heard of them. It is almost if they'd never existed in the first place.

But you still have the vial. So they must have been real.

You feel like something is off. Will the effects of the potion wear off? Maybe you need to talk to Aymeric about having his healers examine you.

 - -   When you arrive in Aymeric's office you find that he's not alone. Several lords are standing at his desk, all of them talking at once and over one another.  But Aymeric holds up a hand to silence them as you walk in. 

He stands from his desk, greeting you with a relieved smile. "Gentleman," he says to the other men standing in front of his desk. "I shall attend to your concerns as soon as I am able. Alas, this meeting has run overlong, and as you can see-" he gestures to you, still standing by the door. "-my next appointment has just arrived. I believe you are familiar with the Warrior of Light."

There's a murmuring of several protesting lords at once, but Aymeric again holds up his hand for silence. "You may place your concerns in written form with Handeloup. I will address them promptly once I've had time to look them over. Now, if you would excuse me, I have another meeting."

The lords do not seem pleased to be dismissed so easily. Still, they comply with his prompting, leaving the room one after the other as they give respectful farewells.

You feel sheepish as you are left alone with him. Guilty for interrupting his meeting so rudely.

"Sorry to interrupt," You say, pulling up a chair to sit across from him.

"No, no," Aymeric chuckles, waving your apology off. " 'Tis I who should thank you for such a timely rescue. Truly, that meeting had trudged along for much too long. I am glad to be interrupted. Especially by such a welcome guest," Aymeric smiles, leaning onto his hand. "Now, what has you so concerned, my friend? You seem troubled."

You sigh heavily, leaning forward to press your head against his desk. "I did something foolish. And now I'm at a loss how to fix it." You groan, burying your face in your arms. You twitch with surprise as Aymeric lays a hand on your head. You look up at him,  staring with dismay as he seems less focused than before. 

He looks flushed, just as Alphinaud did. "Not you, too!" 

Aymeric seems to realize what he's doing, dragging his hand away from its stroking atop your head. He stares at his hand as if it had betrayed him.

He leans forward and grabs at your hands as you move to stand. "Wait. Don't go. What is the meaning of this? I... I am unable to control mine own actions. All I know is that I find you incredibly alluring. I cannot stop myself from the desire to touch you." He stares down at where he grasps your hands in his, grimacing as if it pains him as he slowly releases his hold on you. "I am sorry."

You flush guiltily, feeling terrible about this. "No, this is my own fault. I'm so very sorry to cause you such trouble. I.. was given a potion by a vendor on Valentione's day. It was supposed to help me find love," You laugh, shaking your head. "But it was a lie. All it's done is make things worse. Forcing my friends to feel things that aren't real."

Aymeric frowns, cupping his chin in thought as he considers your words. "You misunderstand. I have always found myself drawn to you in this way. My only concern is my lack of control in regards to you."

Your mouth falls open, at a loss of words to say in reply to such a confession. 

"You...?"

Aymeric sighs. "Ah, it seems I've said too much. Yet I cannot stop. I wish to tell you many things. How I admire you. How truly grateful I am to have met you, though it may have been through unfortunate circumstance."

Your face feels warm. Your heart begins to pound. You feel dizzy. Was this really happening? If he had always felt this way, then... Estinien as well?

It wasn't a love potion. It was something more. Revealing the hidden truths that you had been too blind to see.

"Then.. Estinien wasn't acting weird?" You muse aloud, caught off guard when 

Aymeric outright laughs.

"Oh dear. Yes, yes. Estinien has been smitten with you from the start. He's quite hard to read, but I have known him for quite some time."

You stare at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "This doesn't ...bother you?"

Aymeric smiles at you, eyes heavy lidded and smoldering in their intensity. "Why would it? Estinien and myself have shared many things. We were lovers, you know."

You choke on air, mind whirring with that information. Unbidden thoughts of the both of them naked together fills your mind. Your face flushing all the hotter with it. And then you imagine yourself in between them.

"I... I have to go!" You stutter, jerking from your seat and staggering towards the door.

You rush through the door before he can stop you. You avoid Lucia and Handeloup as you burst through the door. You don't want to chance that someone else would confess unknown feelings for you.

But if you were honest with yourself, how blind had you really been? It had been in front of your face the whole time. You had simply chosen to overlook it.

You pull the potion from your pocket, staring down at it with a frown. You're seriously tempted to chuck it into the abyss. All it seemed to be doing was causing trouble. But...

You tighten your grip around the bottle. Shoving it back in your pocket with a sigh of disgust directed at yourself. You have one more person you need to see before you do away with it.

O.o.O

Haurchefant is... completely normal. Well, normal for him. He was rather strange by regular standards.

But he doesn't seem affected at all...

Not like your other friends had been. He speaks with you like he always has. With unrestrained excitement and warmth. He's undoubtedly pleased to see you. Just... not in the way you expected. You try to convince yourself you're not disappointed. 

You curl a hand around the potion in your pocket. Considering something foolish, surely. You excuse yourself for a moment, stepping outside into the frosty coerthan air.

You take a deep breath. Questioning your decision even as you pull the bottle from the confines of your pocket.

You stare at it. A little goes a long way. That's what the vendor had said. And now you're taking more.

You uncork it, tipping the bottle until another drop settles on your finger. This one twice as big as the last. You press your finger to your tongue, feeling guilty. The shiver that wracks you is stronger than the last time. You feel almost tingly. You really hope this has no long term side effects.

Haurchefant is signing paperwork just as he was when you left him. He doesn't look up until your chair scrapes against the floor as you settle into it. He glances up to smile at you. You return it with an anxious smile of your own. Is it working?

At first you think it isn't. Haurchefant continues on with signing documents. But then you shift forward to lean against his desk; and he pauses. He furrows his brow, taking a deep breath as if he smelt something odd. He looks up at you, pupils blowing so wide that you could barely see the blue.

"I..." His voice cracks. He clears his throat, shaking his head. "Something is different than before." He says, resting a hand against his forehead where sweat had broken out. His face steadily flushing until his cheeks were bright red. He looks almost drunk. The vial feels heavy in your pocket. What were you doing?

He frowns. "I feel... compelled. To do things." He stands abruptly from his chair, the wood scraping against the stone floor as he makes his way around his desk.

You feel suddenly nervous as he circles around you in the familiar way he had done before. Eyes dragging over you as he swaggers out from behind his desk. Only this time looking at you like he wanted to ravish you this very second. To drag you onto his desk and have his wicked way with you.

"You've done something, though I know not what," He purrs with a  smile, catching on quick just like Aymeric did. "But it is something quite naughty, I think. You see, I cannot stop my impulses."

He stops just in front of your chair, pushing it back so he can perch on his desk to look down at you. He spreads his legs wide, leaning back on his desk. "Oh, dear." He sighs, hooking his ankles behind the feet of your chair and dragging you closer to him.

 You clutch at your armrests with anxiety, gasping out a soundless huff as Haurchefant practically pulls you into his lap. Then grunting in shock as he sits on you, your hands jerking up to rest against his back to steady him. 

"Mmm, how clumsy am I, I seem to have fallen into your lap!" Haurchefant says with dramatic flair, touching the back of his wrist to his head like a swooning maiden.

He laughs brightly, a hysterical giggle that has you regretting your earlier action. What had you done?

Haurchefant leans in, caging you in with his arms resting on the back of your chair. "Well, well. What have we here?" He simpers with fluttering eyelashes , his face close to yours. You swallow hard, flushing as his eyes flick down to stare at your lips.

"My dear, lovely friend," Haurchefant sighs, carressing your face with his gloved hand. You close your eyes, feeling guilty as you lean into his touch greedily.

 Haurchefant's thumb presses into the flesh of your lower lip, voice breathy as he leans in so close. "You're so very flushed." You whine low in your throat as you feel his breath on your face. He smells sweet like cocoa.

Kiss me, kiss me, you silently plead, even as your stomach twists with guilty knots. You're cheating this way, using the potion to force his feelings out of him. This wasn't fair to him.

It wasn't fair to any of them.

Still, as Haurchefant cups your face in his hands you let him. As he leans close - you let him. As his lips touch yours for the first time, you allow it to happen.

A conflicted moan builds in your throat. Hands spasming against Haurchefant's back as he engages you in the most intense kiss you had the chance to experience.

His thumbs stroke along your jaw, head twisting as he kisses you firmly. His fingers move to cradle the back of your head, he sighs against your mouth. You clutch at him desperately, groaning low in your throat. Your lips part to his persistent tongue. 

His mouth is hot, sweet with the lingering taste of cocoa. You chase the taste of it, surging against him as you take control. Well, if you were going to Hell for this, you might as well enjoy it.

Haurchefant makes a sound of delight as you push against him, laughing into your kiss as you give him all you've got in terms of kissing. His laugh turning into sighs, then into hitching moans under your ministrations.

 This is going too far, you realize. You should not have done this. You're losing control. Becoming lost in the sensations of him.

"Ahem!" Someone clears their throat roughly. You both startle, tearing your mouths away from each other.

Corentiaux stares at the both of you, brows furrowed with a disapproving frown. "My lord Haurchefant, this is not the place for such things!"

Haurchefant groans, tightening his hold on you. "Leave me be, Corentiaux! I've waited for this moment for a veritable eternity!" He grumbles, leaning in to kiss at your neck.

You feel yourself blush in embarrassment, hiding your face against Haurchefant as he sucks a mark into your skin.

Corentiaux clucks his tongue, shaking his head. "Be that as it may, you cannot continue this... this scandalous behavior! You're knights are watching, my lord! There's bound to be talk around the Camp at this rate! Rumors are wont to spread!"

You jolt up in surprise as Haurchefant blows a raspberry into your neck, mumbling something unintelligible into your skin.

Corentiaux frowns. "What was that?"

"I will not!" Haurchefant declares, frowning heavily at the younger knight. He curls his arms possessively around you, "I have been given a glorious gift, and I'll not have to spoil it with talk of propriety!"

[self-chromtempt]

Homecoming, by Sapphireangel on AO3

Eight moons have passed since the Warrior of Light, Quinn, left for the First. After the traumatic events that took place there, she returns seeking comfort from her beloved Aymeric.

[jessu-uu]

“Just a little kiss?”

Some Quinn X Aymeric

[itwasalwaysjustred]

prompt #024 - beam

WoLxAymeric if you squint; Aymeric’s smile is like the sun  Content Warning: none

Once upon a time, Nhagi’li had thought them to be too different, separated by their birthplace but also their birthrights. Aymeric was just too high above him in station, practically a noble in a country that didn’t look very fondly on outsiders, least of all those who were of a different race. Flirting with him would have been like trying to convince Merlwyb that he was a good enough lay to be worth her time. (Not that he hadn’t considered it, once upon a time, but Nhagi’li had put those thoughts to rest a long time ago.)

But then they’d fought together, side by side, fueled by Aymeric’s heartfelt desire to see peace for his fellow countrymen; to strive for a future that he would never live to see, but that would be good for Dravanians and Ishgardians both. He has proven time and time again that he is a force to be reckoned with, and someone that Nhagi’li is proud to call a friend, even if he finds it difficult to be in his presence for too long. There’s just… something about him, though Nhagi’li supposes that something is what makes him such a charismatic leader. 

He’s a very good speaker, for one thing. He knows when to be soft and when to be firm, when to keep his voice low and when to raise it so that all might hear what he has to say. He chooses his words carefully, such that nothing is lost in translation when he speaks. Not even, as it were, when he asks for favours.  “Might you oblige me, my friend? One more time?” As if being asked to fight is something novel or untoward. 

As if Nhagi’li could ever tell him no. 

And yet, he cannot help the way his cheeks feel hot when Aymeric’s face lights up, his smile as radiant as the sun, like Nhagi’li has given him an incredible gift when he agrees. He is too much, this man. Too genuine, too devoted, too good. He will surely be the death of Nhagi’li if he keeps treating him like this, like he is something precious, like everything he does to aid Ishgard is a monumental favour and not just the right thing to do. Honestly, he feels like he should be doing more, but he knows that Aymeric will not allow such a thing. The man can be incredibly stubborn when he wants to be, much to everyone — but particularly his second Lucia’s — chagrin. 

For now, at least, he’ll do what he can, and take on whatever tasks Aymeric offers him, even if it means having to weather the unrestrained affection in his gaze whenever they make eye contact. If it were anyone else, he would have kissed them, turning their attentions to something more carnal in a bid to get away from anything even remotely resembling feelings. With Aymeric, all he can do is accept his thanks with an incline of his head and a wiggle of his ears, and pretend he doesn’t see the way Aymeric seems to hang on his every movement. 

“Gods help me, I think it might be love,” Thancred mutters under his breath as they leave Aymeric’s office, and Nhagi’li thwaps him none-too-kindly with his tail. There will be no talk of love in these halls, thank you very much. 

[picturesofashe]

Carry

[dreamangel-ren]

Well, looks like a certain Warrior of Light is about to sync with a certain Lord Commander XD This picture is kinda like a continuation of a WoLxAymeric comic that I saw on this site which you can see it by clicking ze link: http://sforzie.tumblr.com/post/163246588650/high-ishgardian-poetry-it-is-not-this-one-goes Or better yet, this scene could took place before/after my character had to liberate Ala Mhigo in the expanison, Stormblood. Ser Aymeric belongs to Square Enix.

[self-chromtempt]

The stars are beautiful. But, not as beautiful as you, my love.