#ameliance/fourchenault

[keicordelle]

This man is wrapped so very firmly around Ameliance's finger. Love that for him

[eemamminy-art]

A bit of sightseeing for Starlight ❄🤍💙

[sirensongsea]

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[the-worrier-of-light]

"You will come by the house, won't you?"

I have a headcanon that during the Scion's initial stay in Old Sharlayan, Ameliance took a particular interest in Wilfreda. At first, it was simple curiosity to meet the famed Champion the twins held in such high regard. The warrior who, as it turned out, was actually remarkably earnest, and capable, and unexpectedly... alluring. It didn't help matters that Wilfreda was off-limits in every sense of the word: to even be seen talking with her beyond the customary pleasantries was suspicious. She was a foreigner, a rogue element, and above all a threat to the Forum's Grand Design.

So of course Ameliance couldn't leave her alone.

It was all perfectly above-board: Ameliance had innumerable errands and odd jobs for a hired hand, and it's not like Wilfreda had anywhere else to be. The Scions' hands were tied until the Forum finished deliberating their fate (and most of the Scions were holed up in Noumenon, anyway). It was odd for Ameliance to personally oversee each of these requests, and stranger still how they both seemed to linger a little too long in each other's presence... But the stewards were willing to turn a blind eye for their mistress, especially since Wilfreda was always very kind to them.

Did anything untoward ever come of those few liminal weeks? Who's to say... Both of them would insist they see each other as friendly acquaintances, nothing more.

But they definitely, absolutely banged. The twins can never know.

[saltska]

The Leveilleurs!

[nabaath-areng]

The Warrior of Light was subsequently banned from the Leveilleur household.

[eukrasiancrisis]

Elftober #12: Knowledge

"To knowledge-- the acquisition, the preservation and the sweet, slow decay thereof."

[cinnabun-faerie]

FFXIV: You want to put on the tree-topper but you're too short

A/N: Day 7

Characters: Ameliance, Emet-Selch, Erenville, Fandaniel, Fourchenault, Hythlodaeus, Jullus

Ameliance knew there would be a complication when you expressed wanting to put on the tree topper. While it was perfectly fine that you wanted to, you were short in stature and looked like a little doll next to the ginormous tree. But she wasn't going to discourage you. She knew you well enough that you would find a solution and watched as the cogs in your head started to turn. When you'd momentarily stepped out of the room and return with a ladder, she would smile to herself and marvel at the decorated tree.

"Shall I hold the ladder for you, my dear?"

Emet-Selch had no plan to decorate for the holidays. He had told you many times but yet you still begged asked him to do it with you. And with great annoyance, he obliged only so you would stop bothering him about it. And here you both were, around the tree putting on the finishing touches. All that was left was the tree-topper.

"You won't be able to reach, just hand to me."

When refused him, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh.

"Then how do you plan to get it up there without flattening yourself with the tree? And if you think I would help you redecorate it if you were to survive, you will be sorrowfully mistaken."

"Lift me up will, you?"

While it would have been simple to just pick you up under the arms and lift up, he was running out of any patience he might have had left. Instead, he grabbed you by the scruff and dangled up high enough that you could successfully put on the topper before plopping you down.

"It is done now. There is no need to bother me further about any of your festivities."

He knew that you wouldn't be able to reach the top of the tree on your own. He had told you this, but you insisted that you could. When the time came to put on the tree-topper, he watched as you reached up on your tip-toes, hoping it was enough. It wasn't. Even the step-stool you begrudgingly pulled over didn't help.

"Come here, I will put you on my shoulders so you can reach."

Neither of you were tall enough to put on the tree-topper, but that didn't hinder you. In fact, it just caused more competition among you. You and Fandaniel had been arguing over who would put on the tree-topper since you suggested decorating the tree together. And now the two of you tried and failed as you attempted to put on the topper. And eventually you do, but it caused the tree to come down on both of you, shattering all the bulbs.

But at least the tree-topper was on.

"I can put the toper on for you, you know. You don't need to put yourself in harm's way."

Once you expressed that you wanted to put the tree-topper on the tree in the foyer, he tried to convince you out of it. You were short but you weren't fragile, he knew this. However, he didn't want to see you get hurt if something were to go wrong. He didn't want to take you to the healer just because you were careless.

"There are smaller trees you can put a topper on. Might that suffice?"

He knew it wasn't. You were deadset on putting on the topper on this tree. You wanted to do it your way and without his help since he's complained. So he had no choice but to watch as you carry in a chair and stand on it. You stand on your tip-toes and reach towards the tree. And as he predicted, the chair slipped out from under you. By sheer reflex, he catches you.

"Thanks."

"Will allow me my help now?"

He thought it was adorable that you wanted to put the topper on the tree at your height. When it was time for you to attempt it, he would sit back and watch you struggle. Tip-toes? That won't work. Your small ladder? Not tall enough. You just looked so cute when you were frustrated.

"Hyth, you're tall."

"Thank you for noticing. Do you wish for me to assist you?"

"Please."

When you shoot him a glare, he only laughs before lifting you up so you could finally reach.

Both of you were decorating the tree with little to no care. You were happy to be celebrating the season together. In fact, he'd been awaiting this day for weeks. He had chopped down the tree himself and you supplied the decorations. It was fine until you both realized just how tall the tree was compared to you.

This was a predicament, wasn't it?

"I think even if I put you on my shoulders, you would not reach the top."

[xshrimpcake]

simultaneously the best and worst dad- fourchenault.

[marzipanladyart]

Hello!! If you’re still taking sketch requests, could I please request Fourchenault and Ameliance?? The most beautiful parents 💗

Yes!!!!! Young babies :)

[keicordelle]

Hands on the Table

Fandom: FFXIV Rating: E Pairing: Ameliance/Fourchenault Leveilleur Word Count: 2.1k Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/sub, Hand Jobs, Glove Kink, Teasing, POV First Person, POV Fourchenault Leveilleur

Summary:   “You know the rules. Hands on the table, and if you move, the game ends."

Ameliance and Fourchenault sneak off for some fun before a Forum meeting.

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“You know the rules. Hands on the table, and if you move, the game ends." The dulcet tones of Ameliance's voice caressed my ears a mere second before the warm trail of her tongue, teasing at the underside of its long arch. I shuddered against her, bracing my hands firmly on the table before me. "Good," she crooned, leaning in against me to press along the length of my back, the soft smoosh of her breasts against me tantalizing even through the layers of clothes that shrouded us both.

Not for long. The clasps on the Forum's robes were complicated, but they gave way easily beneath her practised fingers. It was her favorite game, to toy with me while I wore them, to strip them from me and leave me at her mercy and under her complete control. It was mine too. How titillating, to give myself over to her and submit to her whims. What would the others think, to know I debauched my official station in such a way? If they knew that before our assembly, Ameliance had stripped and stroked me until I was clothed in a different shade of white?

Lace scratched at the bare skin of my chest as she trailed her fingers down the strip of flesh she'd revealed, her touch a feather-light tease that promised to drive me into a frenzy before she would grant me release. They were beautiful on her, those refined, elegant gloves taut around her slim fingers as she dipped them beneath the open fabric of my top to drag across my nipple. I let out a shaky breath as she caught it between her fingers, pinching it into a stiff peak and flicking the pad of her thumb over it like she would her tongue. "So worked up already? But I've barely started, my love."

"What can I say? Any touch from you unravels me."

She pressed a kiss to the back of my ear, her lips soft over the sensitive flesh, a gentle counterpoint to the harsh twist she gave my nipple. I gasped, jerking back against her, and her sinful chuckle sank straight to my cock. "So responsive. Careful, though. You wouldn't want anyone to overhear, would you, Master Fourchenault?"

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Inspired by this art by @/declinant on Twitter, which has tormented me since the first moment I saw it

[eemamminy-art]

New parents 👶👶

[eunnieverse]

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[nshi-ao3]

Okay alright okay, I see you guys supporting the G’raha x Joker x Alisaie polycule, and I support your support. But consider:

This would make Fourchenault Leveilleur Joker’s father-in-law.

[scion-of-valor]

Family vacation photos!

[astrology-bf]

Apparently Alphinaud sent a letter to his parents to tell them that him and Alisaie are spending the summer in Tural so Fourchenault sent them these outfits. He didn't trust the WoL to not put weird clothes on them like they did on his wife!!! 😭 from Ishikawa lol (via Twitter)

Suffer.