#azem x emet selch x hythlodaeus

[azems-familiar]

Azem always comes back from their travels with the most delightful stories.

i commissioned @raynhoro to draw these three and i'm beyond happy with how it turned out - they captured the softness of the moment so well, from Hythlodaeus holding Azem's hand to Emet's little fond smile. 10/10 would commission again!

(they/them pronouns only for Azem, please)

[keicordelle]

I envision Hythlodaeus as a voyeur. He likes to watch and linger in other people's sentiments, outside of the bedroom as much as within. Content to sit at the sidelines and take in others' happiness. In public, he likes to eavesdrop, not to use the knowledge for some nefarious plotting, but simply to enjoy the small victories of those around them. Mundane joys, privately shared: a wide eyed child laughing freely, the clasp of a hand in another, an invitation to a candlelit dinner.

In private, he likes to watch. Hades and Azem coiled around each other, lips and limbs tangled, and Hythlodaeus on the edge, eager eyes and heated gaze upon them. A hand extended in invitation, always inviting, but he declines. He'd rather watch. For now, at least. After all, passion tastes better on the lips of another.

[balladingbard]

What Emet-Selch submits to the yearbook:

What Azem and Hythlodaeus change it to in editing:

[emotional-support-carbuncle]

SIMS SIMS SIMS

I cannot for the life of me make my Azem, Andromeda, in the Final Fantasy CC no matter what mods I get so we will just stick to Sims for the Golden Trio aka my new fave polyship

[angelinlazurite]

Little convention sketch

[juweldom]

So as I mentioned, Vallerin recently started Endwalker…

And oh he INSTANTLY fell hard for Hyth, lol….hard enough that he’s like, “Okay, maybe Emet’s not such a bad guy after all…” 🤣

Picture 1: You’d better not be lying to me again…

Picture 2: Cheering up the cute entelechy with a little music

Picture 3: Hhnnnngh….!!!! -ded-

Picture 4: And suddenly Vallerin is envious of his past self.

[feralkwe]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, Warrior of Light & Emet-Selch

Characters: Warrior of Light (Kit Hareington), Azem, Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus

Summary:

She sighed. "You're nice to me." "This surprises you." "Lahabrea wanted to kill me. Elidibus wants to kill me." Her eyes slid toward him when he sniffed at that, and she startled to find his fixed on her. "Why not you?" "Who says I do not?"

The Warrior of Light struggles to make sense of this new relationship in her life while ignorant of the distant past. Emet-Selch is not helping.

[porcelaintoybox23]

Does anyone know the artist? I found this on Pinterest with no credit. Image search had no results either

[bnuuywol]

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Relationships: Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV) Characters: Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV), Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV), Lahabrea (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Angst, Named Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), The Final Days (Final Fantasy XIV), Patch 6.0: Endwalker Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV)

Summary:

Prometheus, the current seat of Azem, finally learns of the Convocation's intentions to summon forth Zodiark by sacrificing half of their population. He cannot condone this course of action, and in losing Hythlodaeus to this fate, he will never forgive Emet-Selch.

[azems-familiar]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV), Azem & Emet-Selch & Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV), Azem & Venat (Final Fantasy XIV), Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus/Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Emet-Selch & Hythlodaeus & Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Characters: Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Emet-Selch (Final Fantasy XIV), Hythlodaeus (Final Fantasy XIV), Venat (Final Fantasy XIV), Scions of the Seventh Dawn (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: how the FUCK do i even tag this thing, Ultima Thule (Final Fantasy XIV), Patch 6.0: Endwalker Spoilers (Final Fantasy XIV), Queerplatonic Relationships, it's tagged both & and / for a reason, i listened to "answers" on repeat a lot and it made me very sad, Canonical Character Death, it's Hythlodaeus and he's alive at the end so it'S FINE, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the canon divergence is emet and hyth don't fuck off at the end, Amaurot (Final Fantasy XIV), no beta we die like literally all my favorite characters, Named Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Nonbinary Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Female Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), i have not finished the endwalker patch quests or all the related raids, so if my lore is off don't @ me Summary:

“Then give me an alternative, Seleukos!” he says, pushing himself upright to match them, face twisting. “Give me some other way, any other way! We as the Fourteen have a duty to this star and I, for one, intend to ensure there is still a star to have a duty to when this is all over.”

“To the star?” Azem asks, and laughs, disbelieving and jagged and aching. “What about the people? The lives? What use is the damn star without the life that makes it beautiful?” - None of them had ever truly had a chance, back then. But now here she stands, so close to silencing Meteion’s song of oblivion and proving Hydaelyn’s, Venat’s faith true, showing the world to a new future, and she wants - has, almost - to show them it’s still possible. A long time ago Emet-Selch asked her for an alternative, and now she can give him one. - Azem, Emet-Selch, and Hythlodaeus, in Amaurot and at the end of the universe.

[ainyan]

15. — afterlife (For the one-word prompts!)

"Was he this dour you think before they went and made him keeper of the afterlife?" Her voice was laughing and bright and her eyes held hints of mocking gaiety as she swung her foot idly in mid-hair.

Her companion sighed as they quietly braided their hair. "He was not always so serious," came their reply, "and you would do well not to tease him so unkindly. 'Tis a harsh burden the Convocation has laid upon his shoulders, and your teasing only makes him more melancholy."

Her eyes widened, bright green in the sunlight. "My teasing! What care should he have for my teasing?" Her eyes slid towards the man under discussion and she considered the tall, slim berobed being talking quietly with two others.

As he concluded his conversation and turned towards the pair perched atop the wall, he frowned. "Look at the two of you. This isn't Elpis or the Words - you should be wearing your masks."

They smiled and fastened off the end of their braid, tossing it over their shoulder. "Come now, there's barely a breath of breeze today. It's too stuffy to be so formal when there's hardly anyone around to take note."

"Indeed, you could probably do to shed your mask and hood," she agreed, idly tapping her heel against the wall as she regarded the cowled figure. "A bit of breathing might improve your disposition."

Even behind his scarlet mask, she could feel his glare. "It would not do for a member of the Convocation to be seen gadding about without his proper attire." He eyed the scarlet mask riding against her breast. "Present company included," he added pointedly.

She drew in her breath for a retort, but they reached out and laid their fingers along her wrist, and she sucked back her words behind her teeth, frowning mightily for a moment. Then her expression smoothed, her eyes taking on a hint of mischief. Before either of her companions could react, she reached out and gestured in a broad circle, spinning out her aether to create a localized wall of dense fog about them. "There, no one will see me 'gadding about', proper attire or no. Nor you," she added.

Their eyebrows rose as they looked about them. "Clever," they said admiring, before leaning over to brush a kiss across her cheek. "Always so clever, my dear." Before he could do more than scowl, they turned towards him. "She makes an excellent point. Come, show me that handsome face."

His shoulders slumped with the force of his mighty sigh, but he reached up and drew off the scarlet mask, letting it dangle against his breast as he shoved back the hood. The sunlight glinting from above shone from his silver hair and drew sparks from his golden eyes. "Happy?"

They smiled. "Very."

She studied him, and he stared back at her. "Yes," she finally said. "Yes, I believe I am." She held out a hand and beckoned him forward. "Peace, Emet-Selch. Come. Join us."

He studied her hand, frowning, then reluctantly moved to the wall, sitting on the other side of their companion. He frowned at the ground as he settled on the wall, idly drumming his heels against the stone. Finally, he sighed. "Without my mask, you might as well call me Hades. Hythlodaeus does all the time," he added wryly.

"I'm not dating Emet-Selch," they replied tartly. "I'm dating Hades. Why should I not call you by your true name?"

She snorted. "Well, I'm not dating Emet-Selch or Hades - but I'll offer as given. Please, call me Mnemosyne," she told the man with the bright gold eyes. "Truth be told, it suits me better than Azem."

Hades snorted inelegantly. "Knowing what I do of those who tend to hold the seat of Azem and of you, I assure you, that title suits you to a tee."

Her laugh trilled towards the sky. "Why, Hades, I believe that is the first compliment you've ever given me."

His look was sour. "It wasn't a compliment."

Delighted, she leaned across Hythlodaeus, quick as a striking snake, and pressed a kiss to the man's cheek. As he sputtered, she grinned at him. "Maybe not to you."

Hythlodaeus stroked their hand down her hair, gazed between their lovers, and smiled.

Original Ask Meme

Thank you for the ask!

[balladingbard]

Putting that new ❤️ emote to good use.

[emotional-support-carbuncle]

Waking up in the afterlife can be scary -- fortunately, both Hades and Hythlodaeus had someone they loved very much waiting to greet them (or two someones, in Hythlodaeus's case)

Lore TM below the cut:

In my HC, the piece of Andromeda (Azem) that broke away from the reincarnation cycle on the Thirteenth after the Flood of Darkness has been waiting and watching over both her boys and the other pieces of her soul.

This piece got her memories and, because the life she lived on that world died quite young, it didn't really have time to override the personality of "Andromeda" in death.

She's been waiting for her boys to come home for a long time. And now they're all finally together -- like they'd always planned to be when they returned to the star.

bonus: Kirika + Azem ;w;

[afangirlsmuse]

Her Words

Inspired by the lovely @winternightjewels ficlet in response to the prompt I left her, “Don’t be what they made(make) you”. This is a follow up story with my own Azem, Calliope.

Written entirely on my phone. Please forgive any mistakes. 

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She had always wanted to introduce her “Words” as they had taken to calling themselves, (for they were,in no way, being paid in any official means by the Convocation nor did they have any official tie to Amaurot) to her husbands. So despite the hurt from her latest censure, she accepted it with all the grace she could muster, deciding that she would use this as an excuse to do just that.

Her “Words” (really just her friends) knew much and more about her husbands, for she always filled their time traveling together with talk of them. It was purely by accident that her husbands knew nearly nothing of them. Every time she had thought to speak of them, Hythlodaeus or Hades distracted (was distracted truly the right word for being so delightfully enraptured between them she could hardly form coherent words let alone sentences?) her.

She sat her husbands down insisting they speak. Hades wore his usual stoic expression, though his brow furrowed a bit more than usual, with what she could only hear in his aether as worry. Hythlodaeus sounded much the same though his expression gave little away. Their thoughts and expressions clued her in to the fact that she may have been *too* insistent. She gave a small smile to attempt to ease their worries. Her husbands found themselves subjected to a crash course in her friends for the rest of their evening. 

They left the city the next week after her friends called on her for help. There were strange magical phenomena on a remote tropical island, the leylines and flow of aether becoming visible. It would be the perfect occasion for her husbands to accompany her, without her feeling like she was being chaperoned. 

———-

Her friends were certainly a…colorful group. Emet-Selch soon realized that there really wasn’t an exaggeration in his wife’s depictions of the eccentricities of her companions. They gave him appraising looks and for the first time in years Hades felt the need to hide himself behind his wife and husband.

“Oh my goodness Calli! I honestly can’t believe you’re letting us meet them!” A younger women nearly screeched. She had short blue black hair blue tinted skin, and horns that grew from her forehead. A historic concept that had developed souls and been allowed to roam the star freely just as Amaurot constructed. A Tiefling, he believed they were called. 

“I’m Phoebe!” She said brightly. “And you must be Hythlodaeus and Had- oh, er, sorry! Emet-Selch right??” She turned to Azem for assurances that she didn’t offend. He would let that go since she did correct herself but chose not to spare her a correcting glance. 

Then there was the rather tall voluptuous woman beside her. She was very clearly a Satyress,a concept that developed souls. A familiar clung to her shoulder in the form of a small ape. She smiled, her expression hinting at a mischievousness that only his wife could have influenced. 

“Oh it’s so nice to meet you *Hades*. Oops.” The nonchalance with which she used his true name irked him, to which she apparently delighted in. 

“And you Hythlodaeus. Calliope has told us so much about you. I’m Anemone. And this is Mister” she gestured to the familiar on her shoulder, scratching at its belly. The tiny creature was packed with fire aspected aether, it made Hades wonder how they were not feeling the warmth the small creature should have been giving off. 

“Oh I think you have picked on them enough.” Came the low drawl of the lanky young man beside Anemone. He possessed the subtle bovine features of a Firbolg, another ancient concept that developed souls. Grinning, he leaned on the crude staff he possessed. “Dimitris” he introduced himself, tipping the brim of his hat to Hades and Hythlodaeus. 

The last of the bunch was not a historic concept but a young man with an instrument strapped to his back. He bore a haughty smirk as he nodded to the two Amaurotines. “Orpheus.” 

“Well!” Their wife clapped her hands once and turned on her heels to face them. “Now that introductions are out of the way, we have gifts for you!” She all but chirped. 

Hythlodaeus was intrigued, “oh?” 

“Yep!” Phoebe chimed, as Anemone dug into an enchanted bag that could hold more than its small size let on. The satyress produced two sets on finely crafted light adventuring gear. 

With a snap, Azem was no longer in her robe and mask, but in gear that appeared to be of similar make to that she was presenting them with. Hades couldn’t help the roll of his eyes. He was about to protest until he saw the aether woven in the gear. 

“You made these without magic.” He said matter of factly, with almost the hint of a smile. 

She nodded, “Yes, well I didn’t want the potency of the aether in some of the material to be lost in the manipulation, so it just takes better to hand crafted enchantments as opposed to the innate enchantments of creation magic- I’m rambling.” She pressed a set into Hades arms. “Yours will bolster your defensive magic and can store aether to be channeled in a way however you choose.” She released the set of armor with the plant of an innocent kiss on his cheek. 

Taking the other set from Anemone, she took it to Hythlodaeus. “And yours allows is designed to amplify and focus your control over ambient aether.” She smiled proudly, leaning in to kiss her other husbands cheek and whispering in his ear so as to not embarrass him, “it will also make manipulating aether easier.” He smiled warmly at her and gave a kiss to her cheek of his own. 

———-

They were all seated around a table on the ship, (which her husbands were quite surprised to find out she and her friends owned) sharing a meal. 

As the current conversation lulled to a close, Hythlodaeus spoke up. “If I may inquire. How did you all meet our lovely wife?” He asked with a smile. 

Phoebe smiled, “she’s my best friend! Has been since I was a little kid!” She looked toward Calliope as she spoke. “My mom was hardly ever around and I don’t know who my dad is, so Calli would play with me when no one else did. Which was a lot of the time honestly. But she taught some magic and we would play pranks on the hoity-toity people who thought they could push me around”

Azem smiled, “we certainly made all kinds of mischief” she said letting her leg brush affectionately against Hades’. 

“Azem saved the orchard where my family lives” Drawled Dimitris. “The plants caught a bad blight one year, nearly starved us and the villages that depended on our crops out. She helped get the the aether flowing right and drove the fungus that blighted our plants out so we could survived. I knew there wouldn’t be a way to repay her, even though she insisted we didn’t need to. Instead I just came with her on her travels to help her out.” The firbolg shrugged. 

“My story isn’t nearly as exciting.” Orpheus spoke up, “I woke up a few years ago without any memory of who I was or where I came from. Azem found me and I thought traveling with her would be better than trying to survive alone in the woods so I just stuck around” 

Hythlodaeus quirked a brow and was about to pry for more information, when his wife spoke, “you won’t get much more from him. He’s still trying to figure everything including himself out.” To which Orpheus nodded in agreement, before he resumed his mindless melodic strumming. Hades eyed the young man warily not completely trusting of him, as he let Hythlodaeus carry the conversation.

“And you Anemone?” 

“Oh I’ve known Calliope since we were just girls. My Nana and her Mama were friends” 

“Venat.” Was his wife’s answer to the unspoken question of both husbands. 

“Yes. Well they were friends, are still friends I suppose. And I just remember Venat and Calliope always comin’ to visit us. I think Nana was trying to teach Venat the magic that we use in the forest. Mainly how we can transform into animals.” 

“It’s different from the methods we use.” Calliope clarified. “Uses less aether and is more about studying fauna than manifesting the true shape of your soul. We called it Wild Shape.” 

Hades seemed to relax at her clarification and the hint of a smile tugged at his lips. Looking between Anemone and Calliope, he started to realize it was less that his wife influenced the mischief in Anemone, and more the other way around. This was perhaps the only other person in the room that knew his wife as well as he and his husband did. It was nice to know she wasn’t alone when she traveled so frequently.

They spent the rest of their evening speaking on embarrassing and amusing stories of their journeys together and apart.  The grin on Hades face grew by the end of the night to an actually recognizable smile. 

While Emet-Selch may have took no joy in doing his duty contributing to this censure of Azem, seeing the impact she had on the star through the people truly effected by her choices was powerful testimony to bring back to the Convocation. Hades, delighted in how her face lit up with her stories, in how her laugh rang out as her friends reminded her of missing details, in the warmth of the color of her soul knowing she was surrounded by those she loved and who love her best. 

Perhaps he would find more occasions to accompany her on journeys from start to finish instead of coming only when she called. Clearly, the consequence of this censorship was beneficial for all of them. 

[juweldom]

“Oh. Hythlodaeus. As ever, you are too kind. If you're looking for Azem and Emet-Selch, they left not long ago..."

Truly, our proclivities are known to one and all. Elidibus and Mitron were no exception─indeed, when Azem or Emet-Selch visited the Bureau of the Architect, the staff usually refrained from asking their business and led them straight to Hythlodaeus. Only the redoubtable senior secretary and those not long in employment followed protocol to the letter.

(Quoted from the latest Tales from the Dawn—this bit just tickled me and I need stories and art asap!!!)

[graha-stan-account]

Fulsome: Day 22

Fulsome: Adj. 1. complimentary or flattering to an excessive degree. 

of large size or quantity; generous or abundant. 

Ancient. Emet-Selch has rebuffed any attempts to kindle affections between himself and Azem. However, it is becoming slowly apparent the tides are turning. Oh and there's cookies. A lot of cookies. 

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Emet-Selch returned to his shared flat in early evening, the afternoon sun dripping like egg yolk down the facades of the nearby towers. The faint sound of crunching carried from the next room. Inside, Hythlodaeus was savoring something golden and rounded, crinkly and decidedly crunchy. 

"And what do you have there?"

"Some manner of biscuit. They're delightful! Upon the table there." He gestured vaguely toward the window from his spot, reclined on the settee. "Try one, try one, Hades."

Emet-Selch followed his hand and found on the sun-splashed side table an unfurled bundle of sweets, ringed by a colorfully patterned linen cloth. He had smelled the sweet honey flavor, smiled privately at the banded colors of their wrapping. And he had left them upon that very table, to enjoy away from his partner's prying eyes and Azem's smug mouth. 

"How many have you eaten!" Emet-Selch rushed over and folded the bundle shut. 

"Just a few.... dozen. The flavor... I  can't quite place it." 

"It's honey," he said aggravation acting as an underline in each sentence. "From the far reaches. The pollinating insects there feast most readily on a rare type of heather. As such, it may only be harvested for several weeks of the year. And it's currently out of season." He turned to Hythlodaeus, who swallowed with a bit of difficulty at the stare leveled at him. 

"Oh no." Hythlodaeus sat up suddenly, crumbs all about the front of his robes. "Tell me these are not Astrea's gift to you?" 

"It's... fine." Emet-Selch gripped the spare cloth on the bundle tighter. He sighed, his brow lifting, a resigned smile crawling across his face. "Quite good, are they...?"

"They're unlike anything I've tasted before." Hythlodaeus studied him a moment. "What's more, I'm," he chuckled, "taken by surprise that you not only now listen, but have retained her expositions. Forgive my skepticism you would ever accept a token of her affection." 

"Affection...?" 

--- 

"Why are you giving me this?" 

"You prefer these, don’t you?" There was hesitancy in her voice. 

"Yes... However," Emet-Selch followed Azem with his eyes. "I have the creeping feeling you're after something." 

Azem gave him a confused look. "I've been gone for several moons. What could I possibly be scheming?" She paused, then lunged for his hands. "If you're of the mind to refuse my gift--" 

Emet-Selch pulled away, face hot. "No, no. These will do." 

When she had taken her leave, Emet-Selch looked down at the wrapped confections. He admired the woven cloth, its colors likely auspicious in the tradition of whichever tribe had crafted the design. He breathed deeply the scent of honey and wheat, distinctly represented, emanating from within. The wheat was ground by stone, like as not, and coarse. Nutty, hearty and satisfying. 

And the honey. He knew it by scent alone. A honey he had tasted only once before. On a hillside. Upon the tip of a proffered finger. By starlight and under a curtain of indigo. 

And in the cover of dark he had let his heart be revealed. 

--- 

It seemed now as a dream. It was but a mundane errand for which she summoned him, but in her company the simplest things seemed overtaken as though by an intoxicating perfume. It took weeks to finally clear his head of its influence. 

So he thought. 

Hythlodaeus was kicking his feet with glee, crumbs flying about.