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Junelezen2024 Day 13 New Acquaintance

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//I'm going to spend the day adding a bunch of muses (theyre all ones i already write just on other blogs that ive decided to combine into this one)

list beneath the cut (mostly VII and XIV muses)

FFVII - Kadaj Yazoo Loz Angeal Hewley Weiss the Immaculate Nero the Sable Lazard Deusericus Broden (if people ask really nicely maybe-) Genesis Rhapsodos

FFXIV - Asahi sas Brutus Zephirin de Valhourdin Fandaniel Elidibus Adelphel de Chevraudan Vrtra/Varshahn

FFXVI - Dion Lesage MAYBE Sleipnir Harbard and Joshua Rosfield

Other - MAYBE Vash the Stampede

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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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HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY HEAVENSWARD

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

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Junelezen 2022 - Day 11 I Orthodox Mayhem

"Ser Zephirin de Valhourdin, the Just.

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne, of the Stone Spear.

Ser Chirbert de Leusignac, the Stern.

Ser Grinnaux de Dzemael, the Bull

Ser Adelphel de Chevraudan, Brightblade.

Ser Paulecrain de Fanouilley, Coldfire.

Ser Haumeric de Peulagnon, the Valiant.

Ser Guerrique de Montrohain, the Cleaver.

Ser Hermenost de la Treaumaille, the Levinlight.

Ser Noudenet de Jaimberd, the Wise.

Ser Ignasse de Vesnaint, of the Dragon's Tail.

These twelve names are etched into the history of Ishgard, the memories of its people, and the hearts of every hopeful young man or woman who ever aspired to the pinnacle of knighthood. I was no different, revering these men, these knights twelve, the noble warriors of the Heaven's Ward who served Ishgard and the Archbishop with the utmost faith and prowess. As long as I can remember, I hoped to be amongst their ranks. And for a time, that aspiration looked to be within sight.

It was a reward for service, for valor and bravery that I had shown on behalf of Ishgard and my House. I remember the day clearly, still sporting wounds from the battle before. I was bid to simply wait under the care of the chirurgeons, and that the honor bestowed upon me would await me when I was mended. But I was stubborn, so badly did I desire what I thought my just reward. And so I marched before the people to accept their honors, and in one swift stroke I was dubbed to be a squire to none other than Ser Ignasse, once comrade to my uncle and unparalleled in his lancework. He was the mightiest slayer of dragons I could have pictured in my mind's eye, a relentless force for righteous justice that was unparalleled. And it would be my duty to serve him, to learn from him, and perhaps one day to take his place amongst these knights when his arms grew too weak to uphold his charge.

It was to my great shock and horror, then, when the most noble and righteous Heaven's Ward revealed themselves to be traitors. Not only that, but they were Primals save but name, gorging on the desperate prayers of our people for salvation. The Archbishop, the Knights, then entire Orthodoxy was simply a machine for faith, for the power of Godhood and the might to bend a world to the whims of a madman. And among them was Ser Ignasse, the man who I adored as a mentor and a friend, even after he did nothing to spare me from my wrongly ascribed fate. A man whom I wondered if I should pity or despise, so thoroughly had be betrayed my trust and the trust of all those who believed in him.

For such a foulness to corrupt even these finest of men, it had to live at the heart of it all. I know not if the Holy See had always conspired to reap our fear for their own ends, or if the lies of the past had been seeded and forgotten, and it was only by the hand of Thordan VII that the decision was made to betray everything we stand for? Was it the machinations of the Ascians that darkened his heart with promises of power, those begins whom we now know to have orchestrated many of the woes ascribed to the sins of the Garleans, or did that hunger and lust for something more always exist within him? Or had our people been lead astray from the start, from the moment the deception was born, and each generation built upon the bones of the last to turn our fear and hatred of the dragons into a weapon mighty enough to smite them and rob them of all that which we could have built together?

Of course, questions of this nature do not present themselves so readily on the field of battle. When a war rages all around you, you often do not question all that which has brought you to its doorstep, only how to move forward. And the same question was posed to Ishgard when the sword Ascalon fell from the grip of Thordan, with his Knights of the Round slain at last, with the eyes of Nidhogg divorced from another host who had once sworn to slay the beast with all he had. When the corruption that had been born in the hearts of the church still burned in many of the fervent and the faithful, with so much vitriol that even after pardons had been passed they would threaten myself and my family, cry out for my blood as a traitor, and accuse my sister of laying with dragons.

Even after the war had subsided, and for the first time in a millennium could the people of Ishgard at last choose a new and better path, the voices that had poisoned us rose into a louder and more violent crescendo. And thus did the consequences of our ancestors actions continue to spiral out of control, to divide us and conquer us within our hearts where the greatest battle is fought for the soul of us all. Our legacy would be forever stained with blood, or people truly divided between faith and truth, and the shade of Nidhogg's power would go on to plague lands beyond our own, for he would not rest even when consigned to the deepest and darkest abyss from whence no one should have been able to return.

With so many questions left behind of the nature of the Holy See and the path that must be walked, it was with the greatest reticence that I took up the position I had long coveted. Where the Heaven's Ward had once served to protect the Archbishop and the authority of the church, no longer did their need to be a shield to protect the lies which were woven. We required a new purpose much like our people, and I took up the sword knowing that I would need to confront those questions on behalf of Ishgard where once I was merely a victim of them.

The Heaven's Ward would have to become something different, our new role dedicated to the people of Ishgard, her safety, and in serving our new place amongst our allies of the Eorzean alliance. Each day I took the steps I thought would carry us to a brighter future, while the shadow of Ser Ignasse stretched behind me, dogging my steps and doubting my conviction. If one such as he had faltered and fallen to the darkness, then how could I hope to be any different? It boiled inside me, rage, fear, hatred, regret, all the things he must have felt to drive him to make the decisions he did. How could I hope to be any better, when the best among us could not resist the clarion call of sinister power?

To this day I still have no answer for that. I still do not know if I am truly worthy of the office which I hold, or if I too will succumb to the same damning influences that consumed my idols and turned them away from their people. I can only hope, through my own deeds and my commitment to those I have lost upon my path, that I can provide to Ishgard even a modicum of the grace and prosperity its people deserve, and I would be willing to give my life in order to bring it to fruition. The sins of the past should ever serve as a reminder, not that those who came before us failed, but that any of us can be found fallible, and that it is in the ability to correct our mistakes that makes us great, not our inability to make them at all.

- Excerpt from the personal journal and accounts of Ser Faiolan Penderghast, Knight of the Heaven's Ward

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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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This is why you don’t read before bed. Janlenoux/Adelphel

As I said I would post. @scholarlostintime ... One of my favorite things I wrote. Feel free to read it or not. I made a few edits, mostly spelling fixes I didn’t notice before and a few sentences better written, but the plot itself is the same. Implied NSFW content.

Context: Takes place before the events of Heavensward, probably not even that long after they joined the Ward. I have headcanoned Jan to enjoy historical romance type books... and often hides them to read on his own time. The ward sleep all together in one room but separate beds. Sometimes his books go missing due to being discovered and either passed between other ward members for a read, or found by the more serious of the members and disposed of. (But that last part isn’t important really. It isn’t being found in this fic.)

Janlenoux sighed as he leaned back into his pillows, which he had propped up against the wall at the head of the bed. As comfortable as he was, he still didn't like how he was made to rest for a few days. Reaching a hand up, he hovered it over his bandaged eye but refused to touch the still fresh wound. For a moment, his hand clenched and his jaw set. After a deep breath, the Ward Knight reached under a pillow for the hidden book there, thankful that it had not mysteriously disappeared as they tend to do. Opening it, he fell into the pages in the hopes to escape his own restlessness.Time passed and the clanking of booted feet warned Janlenoux of others long before their arrival. He quickly hid his book under the pillows once more before the duo of troublemakers came bounding in with a pouting Adelphel supported by their arms. "Ha! Told you he would be a lightweight." Spouted Grinnaux as he pounded a fist on his own breastplate with a grin. The other simply rolled his eye and dropped the youngest member onto the end of Janlenoux's bed. "He is your problem now." Paulecrain smirked before the duo left them in utter silence.

"I would think you above giving into their drunken stupor." Janlenoux reprimanded as Adelphel peeked from under the fluff of his hair, a hand coming to twirl a strand of it. Giving a sigh, Janlenoux leaned forward and patted the head of blond. He was rewarded with a surprisingly sad smile. "Jan... not a child." The younger slurred out as he swatted away the hand and crawled onto Janlenoux's lap. The older knight found his ears blushing as his partner gazed at him in a pouting but very much still serious look.Those bright eyes he loved so much but would never admit sparkled with a determination Janlenoux was not expecting to see at that moment. "I am aware, but those two..." Janlenoux trailed off as he received a glare. Setting his mouth into a thin line, he waited. Adelphel, satisfied, searched Janlenoux's face before reaching up to try and unwrap the bandages only to have his hands captured. "It must stay for a day more. You know this." Frustrated, the drunken knight did the only thing he could think of to stun the other into letting him take it off, Adelphel leaned in and kissed him. What resulted though was the younger knight finding himself on his back, pinned in place with hands on either side of his head and the fiercest glare he had seen the other make. "Adelphel De Chevraudan, what in Halone's name are you..." Once more Janlenoux's voice faded... as did the glare as he fell into those bottomless eyes peeking between tufts of hair. Something in them had the older knight swallowing hard. Taking the opportunity, Adelphel slipped a hand free and cupped Janlenoux's cheek. That seriousness was back in Adelphel's gaze but the look that froze Janlenoux never left either. "I know... what I am doing." Slipping the other hand free, Adelphel wrapped his arms around Janlenoux's neck and used it as leverage to pull himself up to brush his lips lightly over the bandages and then to hover over surprised lips. The smell of wine washed over Janlenoux's senses, clearing his mind enough to begin a retort. "Blessed Fury, you are muddled from drink. This is against..." He had to paused as lips brushed his. "Others..." Janlenoux tried to continue with a different excuse. "Will not appear again till after dinner." Adelphel cut in as he arched into Janlenoux's body, lips firmly pressing to the others once more...

With a start, Janlenoux sat up in his bed, the remainder of the dream coursing through his mind... and body. His hand flew to his eye, fully unbandaged and healed. Janlenoux closed his eyes and gave a shaky breath. Yes, a dream, for Adelphel would do no such things, at least to Janlenoux's thoughts. A dream that could never happen and still made his body and heart ache. But the image came back to him, of the younger with his hand over his mouth, his gaze filled with emotions he couldn't name, as he tried and failed to stifle sounds. As the other hand gripped onto his back... Janlenoux's eyes flew open as he bit his lip to break the dream's memory. His eye darted around the room and he almost groaned in relief when he realized everyone was still asleep, and judging by the remaining wax in the only lit time candle, was the early morning two candlemarks before anyone would. There was little doubt he could... or would... go back to sleep, not with the dream so very easy to slip back into. Looking over to Adelphel's bed, Janlenoux felt that lump in his throat again at the peaceful look of the other's sleeping face. More flashes of the dream caused his body to burn and his heart to squeeze. A shower was needed, either as chilled as his heart or as hot as his dream. Either way, he would wash it all down the drain and be rid of it.