#but he does love aymeric as a brother. in his own way.

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

How do you think your WOL feels about the other Scions?

Under a readmore because it got kind of long!

Thancred: I had an Ul'dah start, so he was her first connection with the Scions! Very proud of how he's grown as a person in the time she's known him. Teases him mercilessly in the most affectionate of ways. Probably hooked up with him at some point early on; they don't talk about it these days, but mostly because that's not where their relationship landed

Y'shtola: Absolute greatest respect and a little bit of fear. She trusts Y'shtola's words and plans pretty much more than almost anyone else she knows--UNLESS Flow is involved. Please stop solving problems with Flow we're running out of ways to pull you back out. Fully supports all of her high level mage nonsense and wants to help with her dimension-crossing thing any way she can.

Urianger: At this point, if Urianger starts doing something that superficially looks like plotting against the group, she takes it on faith that he knows what he's doing and has a good reason. When he eventually confesses his duplicity and cries for forgiveness, she wraps him in the tightest hug and goes "it's fine, look, don't worry about it. I know you." Will listen to him endlessly even if she only grasps a fraction of what he's talking about

Alphinaud: Baby brother. Incandescently proud of him and the capable young man he's become in the time she's known him. When he called her his family in Eulmore she got a little misty-eyed; considers him and Alisaie basically actual family. The only person whose plans she trusts above Y'shtola's. He's going to be a great leader someday, and she hopes she can be helpful when that day comes.

Alisaie: Baby sister. If Alphinaud is the twin she loves but doesn't understand, Alisaie is the one she understands in every mote of her being; Alisaie is basically her but younger. Do NOT leave the two of them alone to carry out some part of a plan, they enable each other's most reckless and ill-advised impulses and will yes-and each other until only fire lives here now. (Probably my favorite of the scions)

G'raha: Her spouse's boyfriend. Not her type as a lover; something closer than a friend; ranks just below the twins on the list of "people I would kill and/or die for". Raha is an absolutely essential pillar of her life at this point so please stop trying to martyr yourself godsdammit. If ever she has a dilemma she can't see a way out of, or if she wants a second opinion of something, he's her first thought

Estinien: Understands him as a brother-in-arms and lets him dictate the terms of their friendship (so they're not super close, but warm enough when their paths cross). Keeps tabs on him for Aymeric's peace of mind as best she can. There's few people she trusts more to have her back in a fight. Makes a point to treat him to a meal anytime they see each other because she still fully does not trust him with money and wants to be sure he's eating

Krile: Worked closely with her for an extended period of time on the displaced Isle of Val and got to know her in that time. Krile is probably the scion that knows the most of her secret fears and uncertainties; my character feels it's only fair after Krile trusted her with her own survivor's guilt over being the only one to escape the isle. Despite Krile being younger than her, considers her a bit of a "responsible adult" and can be reined in by her

Tataru: Bestie!! Eternally indebted to her as the beating heart of the Scions. Would move mountains for her. Probably relies on her quite a bit as someone who's also started selling her crafts (mostly soup lately) and sells out of her storefronts. Every aimless adventurer needs a pragmatic tether to the real world, and Tataru is hers. They get together every so often to gossip and catch up, when my character makes it back to town

[starsandauras]

Prompt 8: Imprint

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 8: Imprint (Extra Credit/Free Day) Welcome (or welcome back, technically) to Streamer AU Sunday!

“You didn’t tell me Aymeric was your tattoo artist,” Alisaie mock grumbled as she filled out the intake paperwork.

Aymeric laughed softly, a hand curled just in front of his mouth, and Brigid’s own laugher all but covered it up. “Only one of me artists, darlin’,” she soothed, brushing her hand over Alisaie’s hair. “‘Sides, he’s enjoyin’ the surprise.”

“When people learn the heir to the Borel house has a ‘day job,’ none expect this,” he added, blue eyes twinkling behind reading glasses.

Haurchefant passed behind, collecting Alisaie’s identification and taking it over to the copy machine. “It’s the suits, my friend, they cover up all my hard work!”

Alisaie handed Aymeric her design for the man’s perusal and sighed in thought, looking around the parlor. Flash designs ringed the room, and three convertible chairs were set up, each with plastic covered trays next to them. Thick portfolios sat on Aymeric’s desk, each one bursting with previous work from the three artists in residence.

They had been a recommendation from Brigid, who sported several of her own tattoos, all carefully hidden under her clothes. Most were done by Haurchefant, but the one Alisaie had admired most, the dagger down Brigid’s spine, had been done by the artist she was meeting today.

“Fascinating,” Aymeric murmured, eyes running over the design. It was a stylized rose, leaning against a fencing sabre. Something about Aymeric’s tone caught Haurchefant’s attention, making the man lean over his shoulder.

His eyes widened slightly, taking in the details. “Yes indeed,” he agreed, reaching out for and being handed the design. “It does certainly suit you, my dear. Quite lovely work, but I don’t believe this is your brother’s?”

Alisaie shook her head, settling back into her seat once Haurchefant returned her ID. “Not for my first one,” she replied, looking around the room again. “A friend owed me a favor, and put me in touch with Yusuke Kitagawa.”

Both artists looked up sharply at that, eyes wide, and then as one looked back down at the drawing. Haurchefant lowered it slowly, as though it had suddenly become something of reverence.

“A Kitagawa original,” Haurchefant breathed.

“I was under the impression he wouldn’t do tattoo designs,” Aymeric agreed.

Alisaie huffed softly. “Give that man enough freedom and feed him a few times and he’ll do anything out of gratitude.”

“Who’ll do anything?” came a Doman accented voice, and the group looked over to the door to find the third of the three artists in residence entering the building.

Brigid waved and smiled brightly. “Mornin’ Hien~!” she cheered, and Hien smiled just as brightly.

“Ah, my lady Bri!” he nearly cheered, quickly going over to the others. He took her hand and dropped a gallant kiss to the back of it. “Back so soon?”

She laughed and pulled her hand from his, only to pat his cheek gently. “Oh no darlin’, just bringin’ you a new client.”

Hien chuckled as he turned to face Alisaie. “Miss Alisaie, then!” He bowed, and Alisaie scrambled out of the chair to do the same. “An honor to meet you, I’m Hien Rijin.” They rose at the same time and Hien gestured for Alisaie to sit, then put his things away.

Then he turned, and his eyes fell on Alisaie’s design. He blinked, then looked at her. “Is that a Kitagawa?” he asked, eyes wide. Brigid just laughed softly.

Alisaie nodded, leaning back and crossing her legs, hands hooked on the top knee. “Which suits your art style, judging from the work you’ve done for Brigid.”

Hien nodded, nudging Haurchefant out of the way to get a closer look. Haurchefant breathed a laugh, but moved easily to stand behind Aymeric. “A fair amount of detail, but not so much it would be unrealistic to transfer to skin… you said in the booking you were looking at a shoulder placement?”

Another nod, and Alisaie turned to offer her left shoulder. “I thought my non-dominant one, to make healing easier?”

Hien glanced up and nodded, before looking back down at the artwork. “Should curve nicely, but we’ll have to play with it a bit. Hopefully Kitagawa won’t mind, he’s usually so protective of his art.”

“Overprotective, one might say,” Alisaie grumbled, making Hien laugh.

“You’ll have to tell the tale of how you managed to get your hands on this, then,” he said, standing. “Come, we’ll make the stencil and begin preparations!”

Alisaie looked at Brigid, who nodded with a smile, and the two women stood, Brigid following Hien to his workstation while Alisaie was pointed to a small changing room to get her clothing situated.

[dawnslight-aegis]

the kids and the godkids, pt 2

Jorani Kimbatuul

Aliases/Titles: Jojo, the Emerald Dragoon (self-styled)

Combat training: Lance/naginata, axe, scythe (DRG/WAR/RPR)

Elemental affinity: Wind

Personality: Bright, energetic, friendly, mischievious, brash, reckless, flighty, curious

Childhood: Sickly as a baby, but made up for that with boundless energy and zest for life once she was healthy. Spent her childhood wandering with her parents and brother, was well-suited to nomadic life, but holds a special fondness for Thavnair and Othard. Sometimes teased for her scaled elezen ears, but overall mostly happy. Is very sensitive to (and hates) the cold, despises Ishgard for that and for committing the unspeakable crime of being grey and boring.

Adulthood: Becomes a full-time adventurer for a considerable chunk of her life, marries the son of Curious Gorge and Dorgono, and assists her uncle in the restoration of tribe Kimbatuul. A dedicated student of several different schools of lancework – mixes Ishgardian, Hannish, and Nagxian traditions in a way that makes her truly unpredictable to fight. Never quite reaches the heights of fame of her parents, but is fairly well-known.

Interests: Xaela culture/history, fighting, botany, alchemy, cute critters (her definition of “cute” is… interesting), voidsent/the void

Relationships under the cut

 Marz: Adores and idolizes her mother, sometimes feels like she’s a bit larger than life. They are rather startlingly alike in a lot of ways, and Marz has made sure to pass on her own mother’s knowledge of herb lore and alchemy in particular.

 Estinien: A daddy’s girl through and through, very closely bonded to him since she was very small. Often went with him to dragoon training with the Radiant Host.

 Hamignant: Drags him along on all her adventures, big and small. Inseparable as kids, still close as adults but live very different, separate lives. Goes to visit when he’s in Thavnair – avoids doing so when he’s in Ishgard.

 Kaede: Mildly intimidated by her calm, poised, elegant auntie Kaede, feels like a bit of a nuisance at times, is always very very proud whenever she earns any praise from her. (Kaede sees her as a miniature Marz and treats her accordingly lmao)

 Aymeric: Lives to follow him around and bother him with questions, adores that he is always patient and makes time for her. Always trying to convince him to retire and move somewhere less cold.

 Emilien: Friendly rival and sparring partner, fun to needle and annoy. Has been trying to sabotage his love life with other men for years because of Hami’s feelings for him.

 Liliane: Thinks of her as a little sister, likes to indulge her whims and plans, encourages her but does patronize her a little.

 Others: Especially fond of her auntie Zaya, who teaches her tons of fascinating things about voidsent, and her uncle Daava, who is essentially a second father to her. Likes to drop in on Tataru and gossip from time to time. Adores Alisaie, sees a total kindred spirit in her as a fellow hot-headed girl twin. Sees Nidhana as a mentor in all things alchemical and weird.

[shivasdarknight]

A random wolqotd from my train ride today- In your story, how did Thancred/Estinien feel during That Scene at the end of EW as the only ones that can’t use healing magicks?  Especially curious for ThanWoL and/or EstiniWoL but would love to hear from anyone (spoilers in answers)

YEAH FUN THING ABOUT THAT SCENE.  So it’s Surkukteni that’s the subject of that (specifying since I do write a multi wol story, but she is the Main Wol), which means both of them are In A Situation just differing situations. (more below the cut)

With Thancred, that’s one of her closest friends.  Of course he’s worried.  Of course he’s frustrated he can’t help.  He’s angry that she’s done so much to help him and he’s useless in this situation - more so because they’ve a second connection: her twin, Katsuro, is one of Thancred’s lovers.  Damn well might as well be a sister in law at this point and someone he’s known for seven years - that he’s useless?  It’s a terrible offense, he feels.

And as bad as the stuff with Thancred is, it’s ten time as worse for Estinien.  One of her fiances.  Leading up to her body being dropped off with them by her voidsent, he’d gotten into it with an absolutely irate Katsuro since - as usual - her brother was making himself the center of the issue.  Making it out like he had it the worst off due to his concerns about the soul connection bullshit (fair point, but the patches literally make you two independent people so shaddup).  And obviously this really pissed Estinien off since he had been sitting there dealing with a distraught Ysayle, knowing that they’d have to tell Aymeric about this, that they’d have to tell Allie - their newly adopted daughter - about this, and that their infant children would have to grow up without ever knowing Surkukteni.  He’s knowing he has to be the bearer of bad news and already thinking to how they’ll have to cope without her and how many more people this affects with her being gone.

Estinien is the one who intercepts Diarmuid to keep the Scions from immediately attacking the freaky voidsent out of habit.  Estinien’s the one who rushes Surkukteni into the Ragnarok, immediately confronted by the reality of her condition and how utterly useless he is there.  Why’s he not as close to her as he wanted to be?  To not get in the way and so that those who are capable can have full access to help her through it.  He’s not distant.  He’s not sure she’s coming back from this.  He’s giving people space to work while he’s trying his damndest to console Ysayle and keep her and frankly himself from acting rashly - talking her down is a distraction from his own feelings winning over.  And yeah, for once in his life he’s finding himself praying to whoever may listen - the Fury, Twelve, whoever is out there - that they don’t have to return with a lifeless body and they can uphold their promise to Aymeric.  So needless to say when Surkukteni does pull through, he’s not leaving her side for the rest of the trip as it’s...really all he can do.

And fun addition because I’m deranged: Ysayle’s there and in the same fucking boat as the other two.  She’s a thaumaturge and gladiator canonically; even if I have her hone those skills further and take up Red Magic, there’s nothing she can do in that situation and would be equally as much of a burden as Thancred and Estinien and it fucking ruins her.  She’s inconsolable, she’s despondent, she’s a fucking wreck.  She’s still not fully convinced that this isn’t all some elaborate torment from one of the Hells - considering the trauma of very nearly dying twice combined with the conscious dreams I put her and Surkukteni through - and there’s not a lot people can do to convince her otherwise as it’s a paralyzing fear.  She finally was beginning to feel as if things would go well, and then this?  Worse is that she’s feeling this all so much more intensely because she and Surkukteni are quite literally soulmates, which isn’t anything either of them are aware of.  A connection tying them together as far back as their ancient selves that fucking shatters them should something come of the other, be it separated by the rift or premature death - see Surkukteni’s STB-SHB depression; see Ammut’s violent reaction upon Macchi’s death that made the voidsent that then killed Ammut feel so guilty about it that he carried it with him three-thousand years later; see Philomene’s despondence when Zirnghota was ripped from the Fourth to the Source; see Saoirse’s vicious campaign of her trying to find those that were close to her; see Cylva’s request after the role quests (that thank god you can only outright deny) and own issues in combination with Saoirse’s “disappearance”, her brother’s “disappearance,” the destruction of the Thirteenth, etc. - and of course, see the rampage Charon went on when Khione died, leaving them a broken and vengeful mess that consumed them during the End Days.

So when Surkukteni pulled through, Ysayle was on her immediately.  There was no separating them, not that anyone had the heart to.  Even if it did physically hurt to be crushed in her suffocating embrace, Surkukteni couldn’t say anything about it to stop her and remained like that until they were moved somewhere private so the three of them - Surkukteni, Ysayle, and Estinien - could have some time alone after all of that chaos.

...Yeah needless to say, no one’s okay and there’s a lot of guilt, frustration and anguish.

[theworldwalkerswols]

Adventurer Polycule Thoughts

Aymeric serves his term as the Speaker for the House of Lords and decides he’s going to then abdicate his position as Lord Commander as well, favoring a plan where Lord Commander is also an office with a finite term.

He recommends either Lucia or Handeloupe for the position, and speaks openly on how Lucia is in a prime position to do what is best for the city specifically because she is not Ishgardian by birth. Though she has always said that her only loyalty is to Aymeric, she accepts the nomination and wins in a landslide.

Handeloup, for his part, is excited to be her right hand man. Lucia has her misgivings and is a little nervous to have the position, but she too has found a home in Ishgard, and she is happy that Aymeric is finally doing something for himself.

He sets up his small staff with supplementary pay to carry them over until they can find other employment (except for his Steward: he gets a nice retirement fund). He closes up House Borel until such a time as he decides when (if) to return to it. He takes up the bow again.

He is beside himself with excitement to finally travel the world, and, as had been promised, to do it with Kyler.

Little does he know that he’s not the only one retiring, as it were.

Haurchefant is handing over management of Camp Dragonhead to Emmanellain. (Yes, and Honoroit.) They’ve been sharing the necessary duties for moons now, to the point that Emm has settled into the role nicely.

Little does Emm know that he’s doing all that’s needed, and has been for a while. Still, he waits a bit. After all, he wants Aymeric to feel as though he gets to have his adventure with their husband, something for just the two of them. He gives them some time. But not too much.

Haurchefant lays the foundation of his vision for what Dragonhead can be - for it to flourish under his brother’s care - and then he steps aside. Kyler tells Aymeric he has a surprise for him and that evening not only does Haurchefant join them, so does Estinien.

They have a proper camp out, food prepared over an open fire, wind through the trees, and laugh, and catch up. Aymeric tells the story of his and Kyler’s adventures. Estinien has never seen him so at ease. Except maybe once, after they were married.

They’re free, all four of them, from the stifling expectations of Ishgard. It will always be home, of course it will, and they’ll never be fully removed from it, will return to check up on their loved ones and campaign for further positive change.

But they are, at long last, their own masters. And the Scions have gained in them powerful allies because of it. Estinien is even around more - much more - now that the pressure is off. Sometimes he and Aymeric are attached at the hip: “like old times,” Haurchefant chuckles.

And G’raha, of course, joins them. He tries to walk the line between spending time with them and letting the husbands have Kyler to themselves until they tell him to stop worrying so much. That they’ll say so if they need time. Raha is grateful and flustered at once.

And Kyler? He wouldn’t have things any other way.

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Mimi/@Incorrect Elezen: WWWWW ATTACHED AT THE HIP DOES AYMERIC CRY WHEN THEY SURPRISE HIM WITH ESTINIEN [pleading and DX emojis]

me: MAYBE A LITTLE He certainly laughs and leaps into his embrace and it makes Estinien laugh too and he turns him around, sweeping him literally off his feet [hearts]

Mimi/@Incorrect Elezen: WWWWWHHHHNNNNNNNWWGHWHWNWBGGGWHWGWWWWWWWW

me: Did I draw your attention to the fact that their wedding bands have “only one word away” engraved into the inside? :3c Bc you can use them to teleport to your spouse ~once a day? :3ccc Now, they need not use them so often [sparkles]

Mimi/@Incorrect Elezen: [pleading, sobbing, DX emoji keysmash]

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note: this was written before Estinien was confirmed as a Scion and you can tell

[cinnabun-faerie]

FFXIV Reactions~ You ask them to be your Valentione

A/N: Happy Valentione's Day! Honestly feeling not that well & pretty tired today but I wanted to get this out. No pictures on this post today as there's gonna be a lot of characters.

"____ , Will you be my Valentione?"

Alisaie

She is a little surprised to hear you asking her to be your Valentione. It doesn't occur to her that the one you hold most dear to your heart was her. She figured you'd be off with one of the boys or Y'shtola. So she questions you. And when you answer with a confession of love, she's floored. You love her. Someone pinch her, she thinks she's dreaming. A dream or not, she has no intention to shut you down. She'll happily accept and spend the rest of the day with you.

Alphinaud

He was not expecting this. He was not in any way prepared. His mind is racing and time is wasting. The longer the silence from him, the further your heart sinks. But fret not as he soon takes your hand, spewing out a confession of his own. In turn for being your Valentione, he wants to be his.

Artoirel

He had thought you'd approach Haurchefant. No, he wasn't jealous. He knew of your closeness. He just thought that you had feelings. Please accept his assumption. He is glad that you have chosen him and he will be your Valentione. This year and for many years more. He won't lie, he had been waiting in the wings for an opportunity to approach you. But he thought he was too late to fight for your heart. He is but a fool. Your fool, if you'll have him.

Aymeric

He's slightly taken aback but nonetheless, he is a very happy man. His heart beats fast in his chest as your words repeat in his head. It such a simple thing yet it plagues his mind. You plague his mind. But he doesn't mind, for he is in love with you. Oh, did he say that out loud? Well, no going back now. Please accept his heart on this love filled holiday.

Emet-Selch

Dramatic as ever, he pretends that he doesn't care about Valentione's Day. He does. He might have let it slip to Hythlodaeus that he wanted to court you. But he never fell through with his thought. It had just slipped his mind. That's all. It's not that he was afraid that you would refuse his proposal. But since you're here confessing your heart's desires of love and affection, he will most certainly act on his own. So yes, Y/N. He will be your Valentione and your lover until the day that you no longer want him.

Emmanellain

By the Fury, your confession may be the best thing in his life to date. Wow. You want him to be your Valentione AND you see him in a romantic light? How lucky might he be? He was sure that you'd only seen him as a 'brother'. Oh you are full of surprises aren't you? Let him take you out on a nice date, will you? He wants to show you just how romantic he can be.

Erenville

From the moment you pull him aside, he just knows. And as much as he tries to contain his smile, he cannot. He is happy that your heart chose him in the end. There were many suitors who were competing for your heart. He thought that he did not have a chance. But alas, you are here with him instead of them. He doesn't hesitate to accept to be your Valentione or your feelings. Yes, Y/N. He too has shares your level of devotion. So you'd have no objection to being his love?

Estinien

Huh? This is sudden and came out of left field? Y/N, you like him? He had no idea. No! He's not rejecting you! He really likes you. Yes! He's been trying to subtly send you signals of his own feelings (thanks to Thancred's advice) for a long time, but he didn't think you noticed. But you did. Wow. How can he tell you how he feels now in this very moment? He was not prepared. To hell with it. Can he kiss you? Perhaps in that way he can show you just how he feels.

Fandaniel

I'm sorry, but did you truly just ask that? Honestly please say that again because he needs to hear it again. It's not that he wasn't listening the first time, he's just shocked. And dramatic. He's only been tap-dancing around Lord Zenos for ages annoying him with endless speeches about his deep desire for you to return his affections. And now here you were standing before him, asking him to be your Valentione, and no one else. He might have to go pay your dear Scions a visit later to gloat about it.

G'raha Tia

His cheeks are as red as his hair. He's surprised and he doesn't know what to do or what to stay. He's panicking on the inside. He didn't expect you to ask him to be your Valentione. Did you really mean it? Are you sure you have made the correct choice? There are so many others who are far better than he, at least in his mind. Oh, but you chose him. It made him very happy. Yeah, he'll be your Valentione. He's going to make sure you have the best day. And maybe more in the future, if you so want.

Haurchefant

You both were cute. You asked him to be your Valentione and he asked you to be his. Naturally, you both accepted. But it was much more deeper than that. He let you speak first, hearing you recount the moment you realized you were in love with him. He couldn't have felt happier. He loved you so much and would proceed to tell you so. If you'd have him, perhaps you could be more than his Valentione?

Hythlodaeus

With the warmest smile he will accept to be your Valentione. But he must confess that he had hoped to ask you first. In that case however, he would be the first to confess his undying love for you. He had been prepared to tell you soon, but this just seemed like the most appropriate and fitting moment.

Jullus

??? You wanted him to be your Valentione?! He's more than shocked. He really didn't think you'd want him. But here you were, asking him and admitting your feelings. After what you two had gone through, still, you feel the way that you do. He feels thankful. You had definately gave him a different perspective on life and on love. So he would be a fool not to accept you. Especially as he too had been harboring feelings for you.

Lucia

I don't think you've ever seen her blush like this before. She was sure that she hadn't let you see her blush. She definately hid it away. Especially as you two often worked together and you needed to be focused. Any matter of distractions can be fatal. But now was not one of those moments. You requested to meet her privately to confess. She could not have predicted such outcome. But she was glad as she could finally tell you of the feelings that she too had been harboring. She finally was allowing herself to find love because you and her both knew the implication and hardship of your job. Come what may, she'll be fighting for and with you until the very end. And she'll have your heart as you have hers.

Ryne

She is more than happy to accept! Yes! She will be your Valentione! She'd be so excited. Fun things that you could do together would be swirling around in her brain. Oh, but you might not be able to do that all this year. Wait, Y/N, will you be her Valentione next year as well?

Thancred

He had anticipated this. I mean, it was obvious that you felt this way. He totally noticed (Y'shtola may have mentioned it to him). Honestly this was great because he also had feelings for you. He just didn't know how to show them...and not to mention, he didn't want another person he loved dearly to be taken away from him. But he would risk a heartbreak once more for you, as you were truly worth it. So please, if you accept his heart, please don't let it slip through your fingers and fall.

Urianger

Ever the blushing fellow he is when you ask him. He has nothing to hide his face with either. His only hope is to turn his gaze from you and hope that you don't notice. Can you hear his heart beat as well? It is beating loudly in his ears. Oh, you did notice? Curses. Well, dearest Y/N, he will accept you. But under the condition that you don't tell Thancred of the state that he is currently in.

Venat

She excitedly accepts to be your Valentione. Maybe a bit too excited? Without warning, she drags you along with her, explaining that she'd been wanting an excuse to get you alone. You would be up for an adventure, wouldn't you? If you are, you're in luck because she has the best place in mind.

Y'shtola

She knew you'd ask her. She just had this feeling. And as you ask her and confess feelings for her, she remains quiet, letting the words sink in. You are quite the charmer aren't you? She could never resist you, although at one point in time she tried. In the end, she accepts. But she does suggest going somewhere a little more private so she can show you how she feels.

Ysayle

She can't contain her smile when you ask her. To Estinien, it was no secret that she had a thing for you. She was a bit too obvious. And while you certainly did notice her growing affections, you found it cute. And you liked her too, but you didn't reveal it to anyone until now. Upon taking your hand in hers, she would respond in kind to you with a kiss warm enough to thaw any heart.

Zenos

Smug fellow he is, simply smirks. He doesn't accept or reject you, but he does proceed to go on a bit of a spiel. Yes, he tells you that he's seen the way you look at him. He is not daft or blind, Y/N. No, there was no doubt in his mind that you were pining after him. And who would he be to dismiss the feelings of someone like you? You were so interesting, so alluring.

[eemamminy-art]

ask thing!!!! mayhap some ship meme asks for fordola/lyse? and/or 4 headcanons for aymeric or y'shtola?

Oh boy!!!!!! Thank you for indulging my brainrot with these lmao! Absolutely massive post under the cut:

Who is the little spoon?

You would think it's Lyse but I feel like Fordola is the unwitting little spoon?? Lyse just bear hugs her at night and she begrudgingly enjoys the attention

Who sings in the shower?

Definitely Lyse! She strikes me as the type to sing to herself all the time

Who plays pranks on the other?

I don't think it would be either, I think Fordola is too serious and Lyse is a little too dense and gullible herself to be the prankster. Maybe after Fordola gets more comfortable she can do that stuff, but it also might go over Lyse's head gjsdjgdsjh

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Assuming they even have pop music in Eorzea.. Again the obvious answer is Lyse but I'd love if it was the other way?? Lyse beats the shit out of a striking dummy to heavy metal while Fordola jogs to soft pop hits

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Lyse would, she is one of those overly thoughtful types but doesn't really know how to properly mother so she's like "here's your fourth cup of coffee, I don't know what else to do so I'm gonna make another pot!"

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

If it's cheesy comedy or romance, then Lyse. If it's cheesy horror, then Fordola :D

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

I don't think either of them would be the type, but more the types to pass a straw back and forth on a smoothie or milkshake or something :D

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Lyse definitely!! Ever since her "you look great btw" comment toward Yugiri, I can only see her giving inappropriately timed little compliments

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

I think Fordola would? She does it like a little act of rebellion, grabbing things from Lyse's plate even though Lyse is more than willing to share? She takes a forkful and Lyse is like "Oh, help yourself! It's really good!!" and makes her mad

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

I don't think either of them should be trusted with a car tbh ghsdjgsd

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Fordola probably, but Lyse forgets it at home and they just wing it

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Fordola would, I think Lyse is probably too scatterbrained to remember even if she was healthy, but Fordola is the type to be very responsible!

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Lyse! I see her as such a jock, she probably gets way too into it too

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Lyse, definitely! She seems like the type to enjoy dancing, and she's very spontaneous :3

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

Fordola, she's again, the more responsible half!

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Oh cringe... I don't think Lyse would want to get any tattoos after having to wear the fake archon brands for 5 years, but if she did want them she would be the type to do that. But realistically neither of them would.

--- Four headcanons: Aymeric

Headcanon A:  realistic

In addition to his canonical hobbies of dancing and cooking, I'd like to think he's musically apt as well! Playing the piano, maybe singing? I love to imagine him singing in the choir as a boy, and his fondness for music transcending beyond Halonic hymns as he gets older.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Aymeric has an entire house full of cats, he started collecting them after his parents passed on because that big manor was so empty and his stewards had nothing to do while he was working like 16 hours per day.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

This one is more my wife's headcanon than my own because I'm too much of a shipper to go through with it, but Aymeric's faith making him want to wait until marriage for sex while Ishgard also frowns upon same sex marriage so there is little chance he ever would be able to marry 😭

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Zephirin is another bastard of Thordan, and therefore Aymeric's half-brother, and taunts Aymeric with it while he's being tortured in the vault 🙃

---

Four headcanons: Y'shtola

Headcanon A:  realistic

Y'shtola cares more about her fellow scions and the WoL than she lets on, hiding it with her dry wit most of the time. When things get really dire, she shows worry on a deep level that none of her colleagues ever could have imagined from her.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

There's some line about Y'shtola "saying she's been 23 for a long time" or something to that effect, so I'd like to believe she's close to twice that but looks flawless due to magic

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Due to her using forbidden magic and also using her magic in order to see, the ominous warning Matoya gives about her shortening her lifespan comes true. Y'shtola hides it well but becomes very weak, falling into an unending sleep in her last attempt to cheat death.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

As aloof as she is, I'd like to imagine Y'shtola taking on a number of lovers throughout Eorzea. Never anything too serious, more like a fwb situation, but she'd intimately know a girl in just about every settlement. It's one of those closely guarded secrets though, unlike in the case of say, Thancred's exploits.

[ofaymerics]

Aymeric Duchamp | artist

{ louis garrel, 38, demiman, he/they } ** whispers dart through the streets of kærholt. was that AYMERIC DUCHAMP that was spotted? they’re an ARTIST in the city and are known for being CREATIVE and STUBBORN. they DO NOT have magical abilities. the whispers say they are AGAINST the eldrkirk and are AGAINST the laws about magic. may the fire keep them warm. **

A foreigner, born and raised without a cent to their name. They never paid attention in lessons, barely learned how to spell their own name. They cared not for history or politics or even to continue their family’s farm - they had a younger brother for that. No. All Aymeric ever cared for, even in his youth, was art. 

They painted with anything they could get their hands on - ground up seeds from the farm, grapes mashed together, even dirt after the rain worked. After all, their family could afford nothing more than what they already had. 

That wasn’t enough for Aymeric. They had the name of a king, but the prestige of a farmer’s child, and they wanted more. Selfishly, they kissed their family goodbye and moved to brighter pastures - travelers through their small town had mentioned the free city of Kærholt many times before, and, quite frankly, it seemed like the best option for them. There was no king to bow down to, no Lords to obey, just the freedom to do whatever they desired. And they’d heard that there were plenty of patrons, as well - people who would actually pay for them to do art, as opposed to their art just sitting around, wasted in their family’s farmhouse.

They arrived in Kærholt nearly fifteen years ago. Since then, they’ve learned the ways of the city. They’ve learned of the eldrkirk, of their... proclivities, of their ways of life. They certainly don’t worship the fire - for fire is unstable, ever damaging. They’ll stick to their Old Gods, thank you very much. Those whose lives are devoted to the flames may see them as too self indulgent - his fire burns too bright. And Aymeric would never deny that - they’re a passionate person, easily excitable, quick to action. But they’re good at what they do - they love to paint, and it seems as if the paint loves them. Perhaps... too good at what they do.

WCs !!

Head & Spouse of House Lovelowe - Aymeric has been their patron for years. They know him, he knows them, and it’s mutually beneficial; they have one of the best (if not the best) artists in the city in their pocket. Aymeric wants more, though. He wants to share their bed. (this is totally up to the players of the head & spouse - it could definitely be unrequited desire!!)

Lovers - past & present! Aymeric is fluid in every way, polyamorous and bisexual, they will go to bed with anyone who presents interest in them (except for maybe members of the elden order, unless they have something to give to him in return).

Friends - he’s been in the city for fifteen years, he’s got some friends by now, they go out drinking, out dancing, out burning too bright. But isn’t that the fun of it all?

Patrons - people who have come to them for their art, whether it be a portrait of themself or a loved one, or of someplace or something special to them. After all, Aymeric is good at what they do - word does travel throughout the city.

And anything else tbh I can’t wait to vibe with yall

[allycryz]

WOL Challenge #4: Outrage

[Prompt List Here]

[Filled Prompt List Here]

Haurchefant-focused so not entering/tagging, spoilers for HW and start of ShB

Pairings:  Mild Estinien x Haurchefant, Background Haurchefant x Nerys and Haurchefant x Urianger

Rating: G

Summary: Snapshots in Haurchefant’s journey from Knight to Emissary 

Mild warnings for other knights taunting him over his parentage

"Next time, I shall fetch our drinks." Haurchefant says, watching Aymeric's slow progress across the floor. Each time he is about to break free and return to their table, someone else hails him. And he cannot help but exchange pleasantries. Darling, infuriating man.

"You are as bad as he," Estinien mutters. "Worse even, because you might abandon us for a pretty smile."

"I would never abandon my friends so!" Haurchefant wears mock indignation to cover his actual indignation. He would never be so rude.

He would at least deliver the drinks before being led away by the pretty smile. 

"Politicians both of you," Estinien says. "I do not understand how you know all these people."

"Me? Perish the thought." Haurchefant waves a hand. "I am simply interested in everyone. That is different."

"Hm." Estinien continues to glower. Irritated that of the two friends he has allowed himself to make, one has abandoned them. Haurchefant has tried to remedy that but Estinien is resistant to more connections. Stubborn, darling man.

"Really," he continues. "Give me a blade and shield over politicking. Besides, they are subject to all sorts of scrutiny and I have had enough of that, thank you."

"Fair. You would not like being so circumspect."

"One of these days..." Haurchefant grins. "You are going to learn how not to insult people so often."

"What? How was that an insult?"

"I’m not offended so never you mind. Is the scrutiny why you haven't seduced Aymeric yet?"

At that, the tips of Estinien's ears turn red. "Never you mind that. It is as likely as you becoming a politician."

"On that you are utterly wrong." Haurchefant shakes his head. "He will end up in your bed by year's end but I will always be a knight."

--

The day he becomes a true knight is the day he swears himself to Ishgard, before Blessed Halone, before the other knights and nobility and his family. To serve his country and The Fury for the rest of his life. To uphold the laws of Ishgard. To protect the weak and defenseless. To serve the Fury’s chosen including the Archbishop and the servants of her church.

For all that they are men now, for all that they all took the same vows, for all that they squired and trained and rose up together; the knights of noble birth treat him as they always have.

“Edmont Oathbreaker,” says one of the Dzemael lordlings. He speaks to three other knights but pitches his voice to be heard across the barracks. “Swore to forsake all others when he took his lady. That lasted until they hired a maid prettier than the Countess.”

Haurchefant continues polishing his armor, keeping the same bland smile upon his face. If he reacts, they will narrow in like wolves scenting blood. And not since he was a boy has he responded to these taunts with fists.

It was this one’s cousin. He thinks, glancing at the lordling with his placid expression. Haurchefant had bloodied Grinnaux’s nose and his father had made him swear never to react so again. But one small victory–Grinnaux treated him with a begrudging respect thereafter.

“Someone should cut his tongue out,” Estinien growls. “And my new dagger needs testing.”

“Peace,” says Haurchefant. “Believe me, I have heard far, far worse.”

“That does not make it right.” And he rises with clear intent in his gaze. Haurchefant clasps his wrist, shaking his head.

“My friend, I am glad to have your loyalty. Will you do me the favor of standing down?”

Estinien looks at him a long moment before sitting down. “Bah! Only nobies care which side of the bed you were born on.”

Darling, fierce man. “I am, despite everything, a noble as well.”

“I don’t hold it against you.” Estinien says in the deadpan way he favors for jokes. And before Haurchefant can laugh, he adds. “You’re twice the knight he is.”

Haurchefant swallows the sudden burst of emotion that forms in his throat. His friend is not given to flattery or platitudes. “That...means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Estinien grunts and returns to his own armor. This time, Haurchefant’s smile is true and genuine. He will do his best to be worthy of such praise. 

--

Artoirel flicks him an acknowledging glance before returning to his papers, writing something in his perfect hand. Of the three sons, he is the only one who takes after their father in neat penmanship. 

Standing at attention is still a trial. Who knew the body was so interconnected–that the acts of walking and standing could hurt while your shoulder healed? He has been through far worse pain and manages but...would that he could stand without discomfort.

“Emmanellain acquit himself well at the Melee.” Artoirel says at last, looking up. “Please, have a seat.”

Haurchefant nods and tries not to show his relief as he sits. “He did. I’m quite proud of him.”

“So am I.” A rare, soft expression crosses Artoirel’s face. Haurchefant often misses the cheerful, mischievous older brother who collected beetles and smuggled him toys. It is nice to see him again. “And...I had a notion. But I would like your approval first.”

“My approval? Would you like him to serve under my command then?” If he even can command any time in the next few months. Ser Zephirin’s lance was no common weapon, thus the healing takes an uncommon amount of time.

“Ah.” Artoirel sits up straighter. “That is the thing. It hasn’t escaped my notice that you would like to join up with Mistre-with Nerys. And it occurs to me...Emmanellain needs purpose, needs structure.”

He connects the lines and it is at once terrifying, exciting, infuriating, and thrilling. What can he even say to such a proposal? Words fail him.

“Of course, we would have a long talk with Corentiaux about it. I’ve no doubt he would be the true leader until Emmanellain caught up to speed. And there is the matter of your vows.”

“My vows?” Haurchefant repeats. “...you’re right. I swore myself to Ishgard and The Fury. No, as much as I desire to fight at her side, I cannot break my word to join the Scions. Especially not now.”

Haurchefant is all too aware of the fraught threads connecting everyone and everything. He has to navigate them as Commander, as a noble, as one of the famous bastards of Ishgard. And now–as he watches his country rebuild itself–the networks of Ishgardian alliances and feuds resemble powder kegs more than anything.  

Looking up, he continues. “I cannot ask to be released from my vows. Not when Aymeric has just been elected Speaker. We know I support him but we also know some might twist it around. ‘Look, even Greystone thinks the new Ishgard will fail. No wonder he is leaving.’”

“I know. That’s why I have an idea.”

“...Go on.”

Out comes an official document, marked with Artoirel’s own signet ring. Haurchefant reads it over once. Frowns and reads it again. This is...wholly unexpected. 

“Is this a promotion or a demotion?” 

“Call it a promotion.”

A promotion. From Lord Commander to House Fortemps Emissary to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. Charged with protecting the interests of the Wards of House Fortemps; overseeing all negotiations between the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and House Fortemps; strengthening inter-Alliance relationships between Ishgard and the rest of Eorzea.

“Oh Fury,” he says. “You’re turning me into a politician.”

When Estinien comes back, he will never let Haurchefant live this down.

--

The Ostall Imperative feels like home. 

 The soldiers take to him and he to them. Captain Lyna is a charming, lovely woman and an excellent training partner. It is far more rewarding than stewing at the Crystarium. Hoping the Exarch brings Nerys soon but also hoping he does not. Would that he had a fraction of her power. Haurchefant might deal with these Lightwardens in her stead.

The Exarch summons him to The Ocular and he dares not hope for...anything, truly. Better to go in with no expectations with this one. He thinks Y’shtola had the right idea, departing as she did.

He is being unkind. He does not like being unkind. 

But he also does not like the idea of these souls in peril–Y’shtola, Thancred, his beloved Urianger–and that he may not see Nerys again. Or that he will, only to send her against horrific creatures of light and terror. And what of her soul? 

When he sees that it’s Alphinaud, he is beyond unkind. He is furious. 

Everything else was bad enough but this is a boy, his family’s ward. One who has wisdom beyond his years and responsibilities equal to those twice his age but still. Alphinaud is just a lad. What if something happens to his soul?

His body may still be in Garlemald!

Haurchefant hugs him fiercely, startling him. Alphinaud makes a faintly strangled noise before returning the embrace. More tightly than he ever has before. Little wonder: when last they saw each other, their ship went down and Haurchefant’s soul left his body.

“You’re...you’re here? But you were…” Alphinaud shakes his head. “Maxima was supposed to bring you home.”

“He did.” He does have the Exarch to thank, for confirming his body made it back to the Rising Stones. “I am in Mor Dhona. And my soul is...here.”

“Of course. My apologies, I am still wrapping my brain about what has happened.”

“If I may interrupt,” the Exarch says. “There are a few things else you should know before we send you to a room and a meal.”

“Before that…” Haurchefant looks up. “Kindly use your powers of sight and tell us how his body fares.”

“It’s alright, friend.” It’s Alphinaud who speaks. Puts a comforting hand on his arm. “The Exarch assures me that my traveling companions are returning my body.”

“Your companions,” he repeats. “Gaius van Baelsar, you mean.”

“You know?”

“The Exarch has kept me informed since my arrival here.” It is one of the constants since his arrival a year prior–asking for updates about his friends and loves still on The Source.

“Yes, I mean Gaius. It’s alright.” Alphinaud walks over to the Exarch. “Pray, continue ser. What else should I know?”

The boy receives the same explanation they all had: what is to come, what they are planning for, where the other Scions are. Haurchefant remains quiet except to add clarifying details here and there. It is far too much for anyone to process but as usual, Alphinaud does admirably. When he is dismissed, the Exarch asks Haurchefant to stay behind.

“How may I be of service?” Haurchefant asks, not quite modulating his tone. Urianger has asked him to trust the Exarch and for him, Haurchefant would do anything. He truly would. But he pictures Alphinaud, collapsed in Garlemald among strangers, and wants to fight through time and space to reach the Source and rescue him. Laws of nature and the universe be damned.

“As I said,” the Exarch says, voice gentle. “Gaius will bring him home.”

“Keep me apprised, if you please. I do not trust the Black Wolf, no matter that he is Ascian Hunter now.” Bending his vows to topple the archbishop had not made Haurchefant love Ishgard any less. Gaius’ alliance is to the Garlean Empire until proven otherwise.

“I have need of you, Lord Haurchefant.” The Exarch inclines his head, one hand over his breast. “You have done great things with my guard. But what I need is to know what type of world we send the Warrior into. We need alliances to ease her way.”

“...Ah.” Haurchefant nods. “You do not need the Knight. You need the Emissary.”

“I need both. You are an honest man because you are a knight. And that is also why you are an excellent emissary–you see people as they are, you discern their motives in order to know if you need to protect your loved ones.”

“You flatter me, ser.”

“I tell the truth,” says the Exarch. “Please, I know this situation is fraught and you want to get home. The more we prepare, the quicker I send you all home safe and sound. She deserves-”

“She deserves everything,” says Haurchefant. “And I would do anything to help her and protect her. If that means playing this role, then yes I will do this for you.”

Beneath the hood, he sees a hint of a smile. “We are in agreement, Lord Haurchefant.”

“If I may...I would like to see to Alphinaud. Shall we discuss this another time?”

“Of course. Tomorrow morning?”

“Tomorrow morning,” Haurchefant agrees. Enough time to see to the boy. And then make his farewells to Lyna and the rest of the guard.  Being with them is the most himself he has felt in a long while.

He hopes he can return soon.

[efrmellifer]

Anniversaire, Another

When the sun rose on the 15th day of Llymlaen's moon, it was on a very different life than it had the year before. Betula and Landric lay in their cradles, their day not yet started, no responsibilities before them yet other than being another joy in their parents' life. Etien was just beginning to stir, uncurling from how she lay on the mattress and starting to rise from it to take on the day. Aymeric began his special day by staying asleep even as dawn came.

Etien ran the backs of her fingers over his cheek as she passed him on her way to check on the twins—still asleep. Praise be. She laid a hand on Landric’s stomach as she passed him too, just feeling the rise and fall of his breath.

And then she padded to the kitchen.

She could still only be thankful that the house’s staff mostly let her do as she pleased, to use the resources of the kitchen for her own projects without interfering. That was, after all, how she had managed to yet again whip together some of her mother’s pan au chocolat. She slid the trays of the pastry waiting to be into the oven, set the time for them, and then left the kitchen to tend to Betula and Landric.

Since the both of them were still asleep, she tended to Landric first, who woke as he was lifted from the soft warmth of his mattress, feeling the kiss of cool air before being fully and properly held by Etien.

She paced the hall, listening for both the timer and for Betula as she nursed Landric, waiting for either to signal what she would need to do.

She ended up taking the pan au chocolat from the oven with Landric in the sling around her.

While they cooled, she headed back to the bedroom and fully planned to place Landric into the safely enclosed bit of the bedroom floor while she took care of Betula, but that was not to be.

Betula was calm, but she was awake, cooing up to Aymeric, who was leaning on the side of the cradle to talk to her.

“Good morning, young lady,” he murmured. “I assume your mother has your brother, then?”

Betula gurgled.

“I see. No, I do not expect you to have all the answers, little one.”

“You’re up, huh?” Etien asked, getting Landric settled on her hip.

Now he looked up. “There she is, and your brother, too. I imagine you must be as happy to see them as I am,” he said to Betula, though he wasn’t looking at her. “Only just,” he replied to Etien finally, “good morning.”

“That’s a shame,” she sighed, “I had this whole plan about waking you up the same way you wake me up.”

“And that would have been very sweet,” he said. Then he patted the bed, starting to sit up. Etien sat down, settling Landric in her lap.

“Oh, well. I make plans, and the Twelve laugh. Nothing stopping me from proceeding regardless.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, then his lips. “Happy nameday, Aymeric.”

“Why, thank you.” he took Landric from her lap. “I hadn’t meant to disrupt your—” He sniffed the air. “Is that butter?”

“I made my mother’s pan au chocolat,” she replied, standing now that she wasn’t holding a baby, and started for the door. “Stay put, and I’ll bring you one.”

She returned with a plate, handing it over to him with a smile and finally lifting Betula from the cradle, expressing her apologies as she got her settled for a changing.

“I know, Betula. If your da had still been asleep, I was going to have you all comfortable and fed, then I would have woken him up. But he does reliably rise with the sun. I should have known.”

Aymeric scoffed his way into a laugh, watching as Etien got to feeding Betula.

“How are they?”

“Good,” he answered. “Even better than last time. Though I admit, it is just a touch difficult to eat while holding a baby.”

“You’re telling me,” she said, though there was little to the statement. She simply knew. “One moment, and Betula will be asleep again. I’ll get Landric settled again, too, and then you can finish that and get ready for the day.”

“How long do I have?”

“Three-quarters of a bell,” she said, glancing to the chronometer on the mantle. “But all you have to do is eat what’s already prepared and get dressed. You have plenty of time.”

He nodded, bouncing Landric on his knee. “Just like a knight on his steed,” he remarked, watching Landric’s eyes widen, his smile following.

Now Aymeric turned to Etien. “You weren’t kidding about the teeth.”

She crossed the room and gently laid Betula down, then wiped Landric’s mouth with her nightgown’s sleeve. “No, they certainly are coming in. Betula’s are, too, but she isn’t drooling.” She took him from Aymeric’s arm, and began to sway from foot to foot, slowly spinning as if she were teaching him to waltz.

Aymeric watched her feet as he was getting himself into his clothing, and noticed the simplified boxstep she had fallen into. Aww.

He finished the pastry, too, asking for a second to enjoy with his tea when he got into his office, and was allowed one immediately.

“You can choose among them; they’re in the kitchen still,” Etien told him, laying Landric down now. “And while I doubt Lucia will work you too hard, today of all days, remember to take it easy. I have some plans for us for when you get home. All right?”

He nodded, but added, “But what could I possibly want besides this, such a perfect start to my day?”

“Well, hopefully, you’ll like it,” she said, already following him down the hall and almost out the door, until the bite of the winds sweeping across the Pillars hit her. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”

And off he went.

_

Aymeric came home to find they had guests—not enough for it to be a party, but more people than he had expected to be there when he came in.

“Estinien, this is a welcome…” well, it wasn’t a surprise, was it?“...development. But Lord Edmont, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have been employed for the evening to do what I am always eager to do—play grandpere.”

“Oh yes?”

“Yes,” Etien answered, finally coming to the foyer. Aymeric couldn’t stop himself from scanning her from head to toe when he finally caught proper sight of her, when she’d come to a stop. She was dressed very nicely, considering he had last seen her in her nightgown, its sleeve smeared with their son’s saliva. He thought he recognized the dress, then it hit him all at once: she had worn that dress the night she had joined him for dinner, when they’d gotten to share that promised drink so long ago. She looked just as good now as she had then, though it had been a white dress the first time he had seen her in it.

“I can guess why you’re attired so,” he said to her, still giving her appreciative twice and thrice-overs. “But if Estinien is here, then why…” he didn’t know quite how to finish the question in a way that wouldn’t offend his father-in-law. He was always welcome at the house, the same as he always welcomed Etien into the Fortemps home, but there was a still a bit of confusion lingering in the corners of Aymeric’s mind. He could guess he was about to be invited on a date, but—oh. Oh, of course.

Edmont was here to watch the twins because Estinien was coming with. Naturally.

“Oh,” he mumbled finally. “Right. Silly of me.”

Estinien laughed. “Are you sure we should be going out? You may be too tired.”

Aymeric gave him a sheepish smile. “It has been a long day; nothing would please me more than an evening out with you both.”

He stepped past the three of them, heading toward the bedroom so that he could change into something a bit more suitable for the occasion. When he came back, he gave everyone a nod, and they all said their goodbyes to Edmont, Betula, and Landric.

“I expect we’ll be back before it gets too late,” she told him as she adjusted the sleepers that they were dressed in. “You may not even need to get them to sleep.”

“Go, go, do not worry about it. I managed to help raising my own children, I doubt my grandchildren will raise much more of a challenge. Enjoy the night.”

And so the trio stepped out into the chill evening.

They picnicked in the Firmament, choosing a spot near Hoarfrost Hall, so they could see it all spread out before them as they ate.

“It is a lovely sight, if you want to get sentimental,” Estinien noted. “Loving a city so much you manage to rebuild it, and creating something this nice.”

“I only wish I could have done more,” Aymeric noted, trying to swallow so he could elaborate. But before he did, Etien chimed in.

“Me too.”

“You spent an unbelievable amount of time gathering supplies in the Diadem,” Aymeric reminded her.

“I suppose so.” Her ears dipped.

“Besides, being practically chained to your desk and expecting are conditions that prevented that. You had excuses.”

Aymeric and Etien both shrugged.

“By the Fury, you would think the two of you married your jobs instead of each other,” Estinien snorted.

After a beat, and her ears returning to their normal angle, Etien replied, “Well, with the circumstances of our entering those jobs, it was an arranged marriage, if anything.” She scooted closer to Aymeric, nuzzling him. “This is for love.” She reached across Aymeric a moment later to take Estinien’s hand. “This is, too.”

“This is about Aymeric,” Estinien said, squeezing her hand before he let go. “And speaking of which, I think we made it through Etien’s plans for the evening. Shall we get started on mine before night falls much harder upon us?”

“What did you have in mind?” Aymeric asked. “I hadn’t known we had so many things to do.”

“You will not be,” Estinien commented, starting to rise. He offered a hand to Aymeric to help him up, and Etien stood up, starting to clean up after the picnic.

Aymeric turned to help her, but she waved him onward. “Go with Estinien,” she told him. “I’ll catch up.”

Looking a little sad, he did as she said, the two of them walking toward Snowsoak Springs.

They entered the pools, sitting in the water that still billowed steam, side by side. For a time, they were silent, just enjoying the warm water and each other’s company until they heard familiar footfalls approaching.

Estinien turned around first, and then Aymeric followed. Etien sank into the water on the other side of Aymeric, sighing. “That’s more like it.”

“What did you do with the basket?” they both asked her, even as Estinien moved to set his plans into motion.

“Called in a favor from Ehll Tou,” Etien replied simply. “I told her she and the dragonets could split some of the contents, but they weren’t allowed to finish anything. There will still be leftovers; I just eased her burden and asked her to drop the basket off—to place it down, not literally drop it—outside the house.”

“The convenience of having dragon assistance,” Estinien grumbled.

She shrugged, a little smile on her lips. “You don’t have to go without it anymore. Anyroad, enough about the leftovers and the dragonets. We came here to help you relax, Aymeric.”

“You did, did you?”

She nodded. “Few know better than we do how stressed you are, playing all the roles you have to, and doing it so well.”

“And you’re tighter than an over-wound chronometer,” Estinien added, lightly pressing Aymeric’s back. “So we wanted to help.”

“Especially today,” Etien agreed. “So you can just settle back and we’ll take care of you.”

By the time they were done, Aymeric wasn’t sure whether there was a spot on his body that had been ignored (within reason, of course; they were still in public). He had rolled his shoulders with much more ease when Estinien was done with them, finding much less tension held within the muscles there. For her part, Etien had done something incredible with his calves. While they had been slightly achy for what felt like moons now, that was no longer. Now, he could practically dance en pointe, if he was asked to.

But most of all, the thing that made him feel like he was floating as he exited the springs, dressed, and went back home, his lovers tucked under his arms either side, was that they had gone to the trouble for him. He had said last year to Etien that he had never had such a fuss made about him for his nameday, and she had told him then what it was clear she meant now, and likely every year on: he was worth celebrating.

And oh, what a celebration it had been. Quiet, comforting, and relaxing. Everything he wanted. He was ready now to cap his day perfectly; to kiss his beloveds goodnight, lovers and children both, and sink into a restful sleep. Another year older and more blessed.

[ffxiv-ariavitali]

Hullo! Can I ask for some silliness with Thancred, Estenien, and Aymeric meeting their WoL girlfriend’s family? Like she’s got several younger siblings who, when put into the same room, will fight for control over the brain cell while WoL watches tiredly, and their parents only enable the chaos? -smol non

i had a thing for this and then Tumblr ate it so i ragequit for a day REEEE I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

i hope you like this despite my smol screm ^-^”

❅ ❅ ❅

[Thancred]

Thancred was initially baffled at the number of siblings that you have. He had prepared himself by some measure when you made mention that your family was a ‘rowdy bunch’, whatever it was that you had meant by that, but upon seeing them, there was no other description that fit them better.

Your little siblings asked many questions, including where he came from and what he does. He was able to tell that your parents were listening in to the conversation as you motioned to sit on a nearby couch, so he answered truthfully—that he grew up an orphan and was taken in by a man that he’s proud to call a father of his own rather than mentor, that his role was to sneak into the enemy territory to steal secrets that make their older sister’s job easier.

Helpless to a small child’s whims, you ended up passing out on the couch despite the noise. Rather, Thancred was grateful as it seemed you hadn’t been getting enough proper rest over the course of a moon. However, it was at this moment where your parents decided to drop the question:

“What does our daughter mean to you?”

Thinking on it, Thancred realized he didn’t really need to think. He always knew the answer subconsciously and he smiled at finally having the chance to say it aloud. That you were his home because you have his heart. The place that he could return to at the end of his mission. While he may not know who his blood relatives are, you are family enough to him that he is able to say he has one with a proud smile on his face.

The answer stunned your parents and it was only at the sound of your scream of shock and pain when one of your younger siblings jumped atop of your stomach and the wind was knocked out of you that they broke out of the reverie.

Needless to say, they welcomed Thancred with open arms.

[Estinien]

Estinien didn’t know what to do with himself. He is not one to often be surrounded by children and whenever he does, he usually tells them to buzz off. He can’t do that here, not when it’s your siblings and he has to impress your family.

He allows them to poke and prod on his lance and armor so as long as they don’t touch any ‘pointy ends’ because they’ll get hurt. They admire the way that he looks, a knight in his own right clad in armor. Their attitude reminds him of his own little brother all those years ago and he couldn’t help but feel mildly wistful at the thought of it. Thus, when you had urged your siblings to leave him be, you were mildly surprised to find that he didn’t seem to mind.

He entertained the children as you helped your parents set the table for dinner. As you did so, one of your little sibling dared to ask:

“Mister, do you really love our big sister so much?”

You almost tripped over flat ground at the question, stammering in your words as you were quick to tell them that they can’t just ask things like that because it’s something personal. When you shifted your head to assess your lover’s face, you find that his cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink.

“I do,” Estinien answers roughly, scowling as he confided his sentiments. “Your older sister saved me, even when I thought I was not important enough to save.”

The man’s answer warmed your heart and you could tell that your siblings connected with the man on a new level. From the corner of your eye, your parents were staring at him fondly, perhaps even reminded of their own love story, before they turned to you to nod approvingly.

Who knew the little bundles of energy could actually make things better?

[Aymeric]

“Wow, he really is like a prince charming, big sister!”

You couldn’t stop the words coming out from your sibling’s mouth fast enough and you wished that you were able to just spontaneously combust where you stood. When you glanced towards Aymeric and found that he was as bashful as you felt, that was it. You wished you could dig yourself a hole and be buried in it for as long as the embarrassment lasts.

However, your lover is a patient man and it was easy to tell from his attitude that he hopes to become a father one day. When your youngest sibling was admiring his cape, he easily removed it, along with his regalia, so that he could don it to the child. Of course, he took care to ensure that he carried the excess cloth so that they wouldn’t be bogged down by extra weight.

Aymeric was able to hold a respectful and pleasant conversation with your parents in between the questions that your siblings were giving. It was reassuring enough that you allowed your weary mind to rest and you had passed out on the couch to the side.

“My, my, it must be hard, holding a leadership position, isn’t it?” one of your parents comments as they approach to place a blanket over your body.

Your lover smiled as he beheld your face and inclined his head.

“Perhaps so, but without it, I would never have had the pleasure to meet you wonderful daughter. You have raised her well.”

“My, what an honor,” your parent answers with a smile.

None of your family members will tell you that they hope you two workaholics will get married as soon as possible.

[inviouswriting]

Abanian Nights.

Aymeric x Kiya Middle-East AU!

I got an idea for this and well I hope it works out nicely. Try to remain respectful naturally to cultures.

Under a lovely trope of enemies to lovers.

Featuring @maiden-born-in-snow​ ‘s Shuri

Gyr Abania is a hard land to live in, and through the different people. The structures were different between poor and rich. Those in the land believed between the different deities, some of Lakshmi, some of Shiva, and of Garuda. The primal deities holding reign over different regions.

In the heart of Gyr Abania in Ala Mhigo, in the main castle lives a king and his family. Ysayle and her brother Aymeric, under the rule of Thordan. Guarded by many guards. This house was protected under Shiva, and had many assassination attempts by those under Garuda. 

The son of Thordan learned well how to hold himself in fights. He was well groomed in his status, his skills in both bow and sword, and how to bargain and reason with peddlers. He did not fancy the way that other princes would bed many women, or put notches in bedposts. It didn’t stop others from trying to persuade him.

He preferred the company of Estinien, his hand guard most of the time, letting him escape some of the castle walls to a little ways away where he trains in private from time to time.

“I’m fine for the time being, Estinien. Take a break for a bit.” Aymeric needed to breathe himself from all the ways people guide his hand everywhere. From how he is suppose to act, to who he should marry. He was arranged to someone he didn’t know, while his guard has his eye for the Princess of Lakshmi.

He has seen their guards, how most of Lakshmi’s region are all women. Strong women, surely he’d love to have one of them over someone from Garuda. The empress of Garuda, Yotsuyu had demanded him as an arranged marriage, and he rather not. 

Aymeric’s thoughts are drawn out by what sounds like a hiss in the air. His head snaps up in time to see a sword in front of him. He parries it, and jumps back to see a shadow dart around him, aiming for his side. 

He parries the sword and grits his teeth a little at how powerful the sword strike is. The figure jumps back, and he is met with a small miqo woman. Green eyes glaring at him, and sword poised to strike already.

“Wait a minute!” He fends her off from another attack on him, and they both start trading blows of sword to sword. Aymeric actually finds himself enjoying it if it weren’t for the fact she wanted to kill him.

The woman tires and jumps back a bit, breathing a bit harder as she glares at him. Aymeric was kept on his toes, but impressed, her dress was one he recognized as a Lakshmi follower. 

“What is your name?” Aymeric asks, keeping an eye on her for any further attacks. 

“Why do you care? Prince! You’re not going to live long enough to really know it.” She spits out, and takes her stance a bit more. Aymeric raises his hand up to keep her from attacking.

“I’d love to know the name of the woman who bested me. At least.” He tries to buy himself time. The woman lifts her sword towards his face.

“Kiya, of Lakshmi. Second hand guard to princess Shuri.” Aymeric places his palm on the flat of her sword, and pushes it away from himself, he then quickly grabs his own sword and slams it against the flat of her blade causing a shock in her. Aymeric is quick to round himself and slip behind her grabbing her from behind trapping her arms to her sides as she kicks her feet. He lifts her with ease even feels her kick at his thigh as he holds her in such a way.

“Let me go!” Kiya squirms in his grasp, Aymeric keeps hold of her for his life knowing she’ll attempt to use her sword on him if he lets her loose.

“Not until you stop trying to attack me!” Her tail wriggles against his leg, and she growls under her breath. Kiya narrows her eyes, and flattens her ears to her head. Aymeric feels her stop resisting so much.

“Are we good then?” Aymeric asks, not letting his grip loose on her at all. She is light.

“I have no choice in the matter. I’ll be good.” She hisses out.

“Who sent you.” He asks.

“Secret.” She retorts, and Aymeric lets her on her feet but keeps her arms trapped to her sides still.

“You are in no position to keep a secret. I could have you executed here. Now, who sent you.” He orders her.

“Matoya. Lakshmi’s advisor. Said the best time to attack would be tonight.”  Kiya tests her pull away, and Aymeric tightens his hold again. She doesn’t resist much, he is stronger than her.

“I’ll have to change my habits then. As for you. I don’t meet many women who can hold a sword the way you do. Where did you learn?” Aymeric feels her shrug him off, and he lets go, staying on his guard as she goes to retrieve her sword.

“I train with the Ananta. Your hand is impressive yourself, but you leave yourself open it is laughable.” Aymeric raises an eyebrow to this.

“Yet you did not strike me in those open spots. Why is that if you aimed to kill me.” 

“Your friend is still around. Be careless of me if I killed you while the spearman can attack.” She narrows her eyes, Aymeric sees her take her stance more for defense. He bends to inspect her form a bit. She is stunning under the moonlight, tanned in skin, bright green eyes, hair tied up, and a scar on the left side of her face.

“I see.” Amusement in his voice, Aymeric hears the footsteps in the distance of Estinien returning soon. He keeps his gaze on Kiya.

“I could keep you in this palace here. We could use a strong woman around like you.” Kiya laughs at his words.

“I’d only go with you, if you’d win my hand.” Kiya takes a few steps back towards the other way out of the spot. 

“Who are you talking to, Aymeric?” Estinien gets his attention off of Kiya, and when Aymeric turns to look back he sees Kiya had vanished almost. 

“The wind.” He answers absentminded. 

“So you converse with the wind now?” Estinien teases him, and Aymeric gives a wry grin. 

“Apparently I do. It is late, we should get back before anyone important notices I am gone.” Aymeric glances over his shoulder to see Kiya peek her head from the doorframe of the other archway. He raises an eyebrow to her, then turns his attention in front of him, before Estinien presses question further.

Kiya before he turned away sticks her tongue out, then runs off back to a base camp that was set up for her group. 

“How did it go?” Came a ask, Matoya sees Kiya stiffen at her voice, and look her way.

“He’s skilled in the sword.” Kiya answers brisk, the sway of her tail shows agitation in her returning empty handed.

“The night is still young, go again!” 

“That is suicide! He’s already on alert!”

“But not of the same face! Go!” She demands, and Kiya turns on her heel to head back. She hisses under her breath.

Kiya sighs to herself, she grabs another item to use instead, a small dagger. Racing back to find a way into the structure. 

Aymeric had resigned himself to his chambers, his mind already full of thoughts of the fiery woman he had encountered. How she danced around him with ease, if she had truly meant to harm him. If she was to assassinate him why didn’t she kill him.

He thought he felt the sensation of the end of his bed dip, his mind alert, he shifts a foot and feels weight. Aymeric jolts upright, only to be shoved down and pinned by a body stradling his waist, and Kiya aiming a dagger at his head, he moves his head to the side in time to avoid it. He shoves her and flips her over and underneath him.

A hand clasps over Kiya’s mouth to keep her from yelling. She is met with a stare from Aymeric and he eyes the dagger embedded in the pillow where his head was.

“You have alot of bravery to attack me twice in the same night. Ah!” He pulls his hand back after feeling her teeth dig into his palm. She struggles against him to wriggle out from underneath him. Kiya kicks her feet out, while Aymeric wrests her hands above her head, and pins her legs with his waist.

“Enough!” He grabs the dagger she had used and holds it at her neck. Her eyes only glare and she turns her head.

“Why are you so intent on having mine head tonight? Speak!” 

“I am just ordered to do it! And I obey it!” Kiya shifts away from the blade, and Aymeric moves it away sitting up. He notes she isn’t fighting him like earlier. Probably not to draw attention to her location. 

“You should leave before you’re caught.”

“Why are you sparing me twice? I’m trying to kill you.” 

“If I had to, I rather fight you on equal footing than like this.” He keeps her dagger.

“I’ll be holding onto this however, to ensure you don’t try again tonight.” Kiya glowers up at him from her spot, he keeps her wrists together. If he had been any other kind of man. He does lean over her when she tries to get up and claims a quick kiss on her. The act baffles her and causes her to make a noise in protest to it.

She with her feet free, she kicks his side, and scrambles out. Aymeric is given a powerful slap that has him touching the right side of his face. He eyes her with a bit of pride in his eyes at finding such a fiery woman. Nothing like the women in Ala Mhigo, or Ala Ghiri. She held her own, she is strong, and could prove to be a powerful ally if he could earn her.

“Why did you!?!”

“For trying to kill me.”

“So you kiss me?!”

“A promise.”

“A promise for what!?!”

“I think I’ll chase after you. So to accept your challenge to win your hand.” Kiya is dumbfounded at his words.

“Ha! It will be a difficult challenge! You would have to take on the challenge most foreigners take in Lakshmi’s region.” Kiya holds her own pride in her eyes.

“Oh? And what challenge is that? Tell me.”

“It’s an archer’s contest. If you really want to know, find your way to the banquet there.” She quirks an eyebrow at him, and he feels a sense of wild in his nature.

“Aye then, I’ll be there and do it. What would be the prize?”

“Any of the women under Lakshmi’s region. From Princess to peasant. Yet there hasn’t been a person able to do it yet.” Kiya folds her arms across her chest seeing the way he stares at her.

“Then I will be the first.” Aymeric takes the challenge. Kiya beams a taunting smirk at him.

“Challenge accepted then. Don’t die to anyone then.” Aymeric sees her run towards his open window, and sees her climb out of it. He touches the back of his hand to his face and winces at the slap that was still there.

Kiya returned back to the encampment and informed Matoya of the conditions, in how perceptive the prince is. 

“You sure he wants to take that on?” Matoya wonders why a prince no less would even want to. She then laughs.

“Seems you caught his eye well. Can’t say I blame him, you are a catch.” She earns Kiya glaring at her.

“I don’t have time for marriage.” Kiya can already see the wheels turning in the old woman. 

“Whatever you are planning, I don’t want anything of it. I’m going to report to Shuri, the to bed.” She leaves Matoya, who talks with other servants around her to begin preparations for a custom they have had.

Lakshmi’s trial is one for those trained in bows, with a special ring of targets to shoot arrows through and to be done a certain way that all three rings get pierced at the same time. 

Kiya has seen many men try it, and only a few succeed that were actually skillful and have claimed women for their hands in marriage. 

“How did it go?” Kiya raises her head to see Shuri, dressed in fine silks, and interested in hearing any stories.

“He was too swift to kill.” Kiya answers. Earning a raised eyebrow from the au ra.

“That’s a shame, how was fighting with the prince?” Shuri sits upright wanting to know. Her other hand guard Ardbert looks between them, one of the only men of the guard keep. 

“He fights so well that I almost didn’t want to stop. It’d be a shame to kill such a fine man.” Kiya felt the words leave her, and sees the white haired woman grin a bit.

“Oh? Is he good looking as they rumor him?” Kiya feels her face heat up at the memory she had with the man in question. 

“He is. I should tell you more tomorrow. More in private.” She looks to Ardbert, who eyes her weary about secrecy. 

“Tomorrow then.” She looked forward to stories of different lands Kiya is sent to.

Once by herself, Kiya feels her nerves on fire, the kiss she had from the prince left her with a sensation she wasn’t sure she liked or not.

“Let’s see you pass that trial then.” She murmurs under her breath.

[elfyourmother]

So, I was wondering: in your 'verse, did Haurchefant eventually leave his position at Camp Dragonhead to become a scion? Emmanellain eventually becoming a better leader (or at least starting in that direction) would definitely give Haurch the freedom to do other things, and even help represent Ishgard in the Scions. I was wondering what your take on that was.

Yeah he did it post Dragonsong, along with Ysayle. That meeting the Scions had when they decided there wouldn’t be another Antecedent after Minfilia went a lot differently...Gisele was basically doing it anyway, and by then she was really the heart and the “face” of the group to the world, so they all decided it would be her. They still decide things largely by consensus, people still basically do their own thing and check in with their various projects and she’s very hands off. Mostly it’s a figurehead thing, for morale, given what Gisele means to everyone as Warrior of Light.

So they were talking about potential recruits in the wake of that and Gisele put forward Haurche, Ysayle, and Estinien without hesitation. Not just because she loved them, but because she strongly believed their unique skills and insights would prove extremely valuable to the Scions and their work. Ysayle was still not 100% but she gladly accepted as a way to atone.

By then, Haurchefant was entirely recovered and fighting fit again, so he jumped at the chance too, with the blessing of Count Edmont and Artoirel. Emmanellain took over Camp Dragonhead just like in the game, but the main difference is during the better part of the Dragonsong arc, Haurchefant was recovering at home in Fortemps Manor and spent a lot of time bonding with his brothers in a way he really never had. Emm’s growth was helped A LOT by that, and Haurche essentially mentoring him without even really intending to, so that when the time came, everyone felt really good about that decision and Haurche felt good about leaving Dragonhead in his hands. Knowing Haurche had absolute faith in him went a long way to helping him. He also resists the temptation to constantly give him advice, lol. “Let him stand on his own two feet and prove himself”, is Haurche’s mindset. Also, he’s just too busy being a Scion.

In his mind, he’s still looking out for Ishgard and protecting his people, just on a much larger scale. It was the Ascians behind everything that happened with the Archbishop, after all. But Coerthas is his sphere as a Scion similar to how Thancred kept an eye on Thanalan, Y’shtola in La Noscea, etc. It’s a natural fit given Natalan is a stone’s throw from Camp Dragonhead, his little brother is in charge there, and unlike Aymeric and the Temple Knights, Haurchefant most certainly had his knights keeping an eye on the Ixal. (Ysayle covers Dravania, btw.)

The truth is the “neutrality” thing doesn’t really work for the Scions anymore--they have their hands in too many pies tbh (frankly it was bullshit the second Gisele joined the Immortal Flames). They were getting supplies from House Fortemps anyway, and post War continue to get funding from Ishgard (that’s not even headcanon). And being that politics matter intensely in Ishgard, Haurche is extremely valuable to the cause being the second son of one of the High Houses, especially since post-HW the Fortemps are arguably the most powerful one now given their vast wealth and connections outside of Ishgard, and even more importantly the fact that the Lord Speaker of the House of Lords aka the de facto ruler of Ishgard eventually marries into their house. Haurche is well aware of this and doesn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage when he can.

But also, he just really wanted to go on adventures with Gisele--the only time he’d ever been jealous in his life was when Estinien got to go on the Great Dravanian Roadtrip with her. Becoming a Scion was like a dream come true for him. Once he does, he’s joined at the hip to her--his first real assignment was accompanying her to Baelsar’s Wall when all that shit went down, and he didn’t leave her side until the Exarch put the snatch on him by accident at the Ghimlyt Dark. Which, btw he was the last Scion to get yoinked to the First--Alisaie was taken right before he was. So he was with Gisele for literally all of Stormblood’s events and afterwards.

FWIW Estinien initially turned Gisele down though. Not because he didn’t want to fight at her side again, but because he needed time and space to figure out who he was, if no longer the Azure Dragoon of Ishgard. Originally I had him taking Gisele up on it and hunting down Shinryu as his assignment, but I think it works a little better with him staying on the Source.

Come Shadowbringers, Krile and Tataru didn’t especially have to bully him too hard to help out in the absence of Gisele and the others; he pretended to protest, but in reality he was relieved to do something to help Gisele and Haurchefant, because he was worried senseless for them (and Ysayle and Alphi for that matter). He joined the Scions officially after returning from Garlemald.

[fistsoflightning]

i’m jumping in on @whitherliliesbloom‘s fairy au? i’m jumping in! also; i love everyone’s fae au posts and am hoping i don’t heckel anything up here :\

some say they hear birds singing with the breeze; some say they hear a child laughing happily. if you could ask the wind, they'd tell you that is the sylph who tames lightning and myths; this is the fae that names them by the ways of mortals, and their name is zaya, keeper of the secretive mountain aviary.

headcanons (and wavy hand storyline for zaya) below the cut!

zaya is a sylph, more accurately a lightning sylph that tends to birds in the mountain ranges surrounding il mheg! they’re rather reclusive towards other fae, but will occasionally meet with others who fly across the skies doing their thing such as the fae of the night, since they are the one who causes the lightning storms in il mheg’s skies! they themselves are flightless, but to balance that they fly on ochir’s back, a mythical thunderbird they raised themself! 

their mountain aviary is very close to the lakeland entrance, and is quite easily seen from settlements in lakeland; however, to obey to the current titania’s wishes, they will cover the aviary in clouds to hide it from mortal eyes.

zaya is not quite your traditional fae friend! they prefer the company of mortals to fae, and often fly down from their mountain home to meet with some of the mortals living in lakeland! they are an avid trader, and deal in fae goods; stardust for lazurite, sugar blooms for sparrow feathers, eternal ice for sunlight catchers; they trade for baubles and objects that catch their eye and fancy before considering use, seeing as they have all they need at home. they’re quite similar to crows, in a fashion; even their clothes have all sorts of bits and bobs that came from mortal children and weavers. their fascination with mortal lives could be tied to a certain set of lost memories that came with the price of becoming a sylph...

when more and more mortals begin to enter the fae kingdom in search of a cure, zaya begins a small service; entrance to the kingdom for a hefty trade, since advisor urianger does not take kindly to their activities. most times, they trade a flight on ochir’s back for a certain type of crystal; auracite. they use the auracite they receive to feed ochir! he needs a good meal of aether to produce proper lightning storms, after all.

(here’s where things get hand wavy; ignore these if shurimun has something else planned!) when the snow mother becomes reclusive herself, zaya has to move their aviary much closer to lakeland and rak’tika than before, leading to an increase in thunderstorms over both areas. mortals begin to attribute this to the curse spreading across and through norvrandt, and curse the thundering skies with a passion. even more people come to them, seeking to cross into the forbidden kingdom to search for an end to the storms and curse before it can destroy all they have.

zaya sees many mortals across, and few back; many die to the harsh conditions found in il mheg; fuath and pixies tricking them into their demise, or the queen’s royal guard finding them and ending them for reasons unknown. of the mortals zaya ferries across, they see many elves and many humes across safely. the first of the mortals to be deemed worthy of a small time as one of them, alphinaud, oft has his sister demanding zaya take them across the mountains despite the fact alisaie herself is ill with this curse. zaya only agrees to take her when a face familiar to many of the snow fairies comes back; thancred waters, the man who betrayed the snow mother’s trust.

thancred remains with zaya in their aviary while alisaie endeavors to join her brother, ochir her (temporary) mount. he and zaya do not get along, at first; he tries to coerce them into speaking about the thunderstorms when they are mute, and they attempt to retrieve the crystalline spring he’d taken for peppermint and the snow mother. neither of them get what they want; the rulers of the mortal kingdom have already taken the spring, and thancred cannot for the life of him get any information from this stubborn sylph!

zaya continues their work (illegally, if you asked advisor urianger) of carrying mortals across, but now they only dare to let those with strong hearts and strong souls across; not many seem to survive the trip into il mheg, they’ve noticed, and when a mystel and viis by the names of tehra’ir and valdis request entrance with a massive haul of auracite, they can hardly decide; these mortals are different than the rest, somehow.

after ferrying them across, a change strikes; there are suddenly no more mortals asking for passage, and zaya finds that the duo have been sneaking around. not to harm any of the fae, no, but to take down their own kind; there have been spies and soldiers alike who have made it past nymph laurelis, and not of zaya’s accord.

okay! that’s all the story/backstory tie in i’ve got rn. i didn’t wanna overstep boundaries, so those of you in the fae au are allowed to ignore parts if you don’t likey! time for some more random headcanons >:3

like lunya, zaya was originally a mortal drahn! they came in the same wave of people, though zaya was an adventurer among plunderers; they hadn’t intended to harm any of il mheg’s inhabitants in their wake.

a greater sylph by the name of sadu saved zaya in the exodus! they were mortally injured at that point from some rather violent fae they had thought to be kind, so sadu inscribed a set of magic tattoos into their arms that took sadu’s faehood and gifted it to them.

the aviary that zaya cares for? it was originally sadu’s! that’s why ochir’s here...

ochir is a mythical thunderbird that spawns the frequent thunderstorms over il mheg! he’s a kind fluffy boy... just don’t hurt him or any of the other aviary birds and you good.

of all the fae zaya is likely to meet, it would be the snow mother and lunya! due to reclusion in mountains and to flying across the skies bringing the stars/storms, zaya would likely have frequent encounters with both of their sisters. what they interact like is up to you!

zaya knows most of the mortals that have snuck their way into il mheg, mostly because they helped them. the ones they do not know are probably hien, aymeric, and estinien! otherwise you can point your fingers at them for it :P

zayacred is a hard maybe they will, maybe they won’t, tbh; i don’t know if shurimun is done with thancred?? i’m not sure if he should/would come back?? i’m drawing a blank but if i can borrow thancred’s character he and zaya absolutely go on a mini excursion after alisaie settles down/gets taken back to the mortal kingdom to go resolve the growing thunderstorm over rak’tika! y’shtola lives with the settlement in slitherbough and has reported of a storm brewing for weeks that is preventing the trees and grass from getting light or rain; rak’tika is slowly dying for some reason...

if the New Mortal Wave goes well, then zaya might come back down from their mountain aviary! since they’re so interested in mortals and their lives, allowing them back into the kingdom would be good reason for the reclusive lightning sylph to rejoin the common society! they left in the first place since a lot of the other sylphs disliked them.

[themorningtide]

She was born to be a lady. Aymeric has never told her this (she would think it silly, considering the odd lifestyle leads) but he thinks it often enough. There are moments in which it is obvious; in the early evening, when she has come to spend the night with her newly acquired family and has ditched all manner of armor and weapons at the door. It is not the fact that she has changed to softer fabrics, though the appearance does help. It is the smile she wears, brave and true. The way she laughs at her brothers’ antics. The way the Count does not react visibly when she takes his arm to help him walk, even though he should not need it. It is the way her sister comes close and both relax, soft and smooth and caring. There is love. There is sweetness. There is warmth.

It is everything he has ever expected from the lady of a family, from a mother and a sister and he, Lord that he is, finds himself to be jealous of such a vision.

“Aymeric, what is wrong?”

Her eyes fill his vision just as calloused hands frame his face. In between his musings, some had walked away, a servant had appeared and faded just as quickly announcing the dinner. But he had stayed, lost in the movement of her hands, on that whisper of hair that persists in falling over her eyes even though she has tied it as securely as possible. There are no freckles upon her skin but he finds her horns have patterns of their own, so very alien and so very her.

“Aymeric?” Tuya’s lips move slowly and his name would not sound sweeter from anyone else.

He kisses her. Just like that. Slowly, he swallows the soft sound of surprise she utters, kisses the smile that follows, almost laughs (laughs out loud) when her hands shift behind his neck and her form relaxes against his in the gentlest hold. If any complains, the Commander honestly could not care any less, reclining back against the chair he occupies and bringing her with him. Could this moment last, he thinks as fingers caress his hair gently, slowly, sending shivers over his spine, down his arms, drawing her close and closer like a treasure he cannot give up. Could that he could have her like this, safe and sound and within his reach.

Tuya pulls back, sneaking a kiss onto his nose with a grin. “Well, I am not inclined to complain, my dearest,” having no real notion of how lovely that “my” sounds when coming from her.

She was born to be His Lady.

This, Aymeric does not tell her. Not yet.

(The Count and her Sister might make him work for it though)

----- warrior of light&aymeric of borel

[faeintwilight]

The Bonds You Make

Hi! This is cross-posted from my AO3. This is my first attempt at dipping my toes into the FFXIV writing pool. It does have some spoilers for Heavensward and makes reference to Stormblood, but I believe it is otherwise spoiler-free.

Hoshiko knew as soon as she truly became the Warrior of Light that motherhood was no longer in the cards for her. How could it be when the world was always a hair’s breadth close away from the next Calamity and she was called on each time to help prevent it, as well as each milder one? She was the one on whom so many people’s hopes and dreams fell upon and she harbored no intention of letting them down.

With all of that pressure and responsibility, how could she knowingly bring a child into the world when she would spend most of her time attempting to save that world? Hoshiko needed to travel to dangerous places that were no place for a child at all. What would happen should she die?  Who would take care of the child? Would they be raised by the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss as she was? Would Vivire or  Aisithota take them in? Or would it fall to the Scions to take care of the child? Perhaps that was the option that worried her most, as the Scions were no different from her, tossing themselves into the frontlines of battle to save the world. At the same time, the Scions would certainly be the most devoted caretakers for the child. Between F’lhaminn, Y’shtola, Thancred, Urianger, and the twins, it would be the most learned child, of that Hoshiko was sure.

Hoshiko couldn’t risk bringing a new life into the world, so children were out of the question. She was unsure who the father of her children would be in the first place, as she had no romantic paramours in the first place. As the Warrior of Light, she was too busy for affairs of the heart (even though there were pieces of her heart scattered across Eorzea, with some of it tucked in the chest of Aymeric, where he kept it warm from the Isgardian cold, and some of it in buried in the snow with Haruchefant with his eternal watch over the land he loved, with Hien in Doma, with her home there, and with the Scions, tucked in Thancred’s pocket, though Hoshiko doubted that he knew that he had it). Too many were intimidated by her standing as the Warrior of Light. It was just as well. If she was with someone, she wanted them to view her as an equal, not as someone to be placed on a pedestal.

Even with her decision for forgo children, Hoshiko herself was not immune to maternal urges. They presented in the way she brewed tea for Y’shtola when she stayed up far too late on research and needed something to help keep her mind sharp (Hoshiko knew better than to argue with the Miqo'te when it came to research), or the way she insisted Thancred get rest when he returned from missions, or when he refused to, how she would sit up with him so that if he had to remain awake, he would not be alone. She made sure that Tataru had breaks or time to just relax without being worried about the functioning of the Scions for a time.

The biggest target of her urges were the Leveilleur twins. In Ishgard, during that first visit with Alphinaud and Cid, Hoshiko had fought and bartered and traded for a warm thick cloak, blue with white fur, for Alphinaud, to make sure that he was bundled up and warm as much as possible while they were there together. When the Scions fell to the Crystal Braves, she had fought the urge to pull Alphinaud to her and stroke his hair, to let him know that the following events were not his fault. That was the one time she found herself furious with the other Scions. Alphinaud for all his wisdom, was still a child, and here they were, placing him in power and looking at him to save things when as adults, they should have been the ones to step up.

In Ishgard proper, she felt protective of him because all of the Scions were gone except for Tataru and he was all she had left. That was why she would fling herself into the first sign of danger if it meant that Alphinaud would be okay. If it meant that he would live, then it would be alright if she was injured.

As Hoshiko reunited with Alisaie and learned more about her, she found herself feeling that same protectiveness for the other twin. She appreciated how clever Alisaie was, in a way different from Alphinaud. While she trusted Alphinaud to be clever when it came to politics and governments, Hoshiko found that she trusted Alisaie on the battlefield, for the girl to make her own quick decisions. Even though she trusted the Elezen, Hoshiko still threw herself into battle in order to protect her. These two teens were the future and she would protect them.

She wanted to be there to help. To watch them grow into the amazing adults that would take Eorzea by storm as she knew they would. The Twelve knew that their parents weren’t there to witness it. 

After that, it became easier to view them as family, as something akin to younger siblings. It was different than how she felt about Ryuuji, who she remembered viewing as an annoyance more than anything else. Perhaps it was because of their age, but Hoshiko felt closer to them than she did her own brothers. Then again, at this point, she didn’t know if her brothers still lived.

That concerned her. While she would not have children, she did not want to leave her family without heirs of sorts. Thus an idea came to her. What if, she asked the twins to be her next of kin should something happen to her? It would mean that her family resources would be passed down, she knew Hien would make sure of that.

It took a bit of time to figure out the workings before she called for the twins to meet her in her room at the Rising Stones.

Alphinaud was the first of the two to arrive, ever punctual. “Is anything amiss? Rarely do you call for me specifically,” he asked as he strode into the room.

Hoshiko smiled slightly and gestured to the table in the middle, where she had a spread of sandwiches and snacks. Thanks to Urianger and her own travels with them, she was able to pick up on their preferred snack preferences.

“Nothing is wrong,” she replied. “I just have something I need to discuss with you and your sister is all.” She busied herself by pouring cocoa into a mug, the same drink that Haruchefant had introduced both her and Alphinaud to while at Camp Dragonhead. The action served to distract her from the nervous fluttering in her stomach. There was no telling how this conversation would even go. Would the twins agree to this?

It was well enough that Alphinaud was the first to arrive. Between the two twins, he was more agreeable following social customs and niceties, meaning that he made no remark about her trembling hands, instead taking a seat at the table and taking the mug from her.

“Hm… This must be important if you are making hot cocoa.” He held the mug to his nose and closed his eyes, looking as though he was trying to savor the scent before he took a sip. She hoped that it met his expectations. She would never be able to make it like Haruchefant did, but she hoped it would be close enough.

“Does it meet with your approval?” Hoshiko asked after a moment passed, internally wringing her hands. This made her more nervous than she had originally anticipated.

Alphinaud opened his eyes and she saw the smile that formed behind the steam. “Do not worry friend, it is very well done. Did you get the chocolate from Ishgard?”

Hoshiko nodded. A trip to Ishgard resulted in the chocolate, especially after she told Count Eamont the reason behind the trip. He had smiled and procured the chocolate for her, stating that he hoped it would help. “It is. I was there recently and happened to get some drinking chocolate.”

“It definitely has a different taste than the chocolate around here.”

Hoshiko took a seat at one of the other chairs, sipping her own mug and letting the chocolate attempt to relax her. “It does. I will admit that chocolate is something the Ishgardians definitely got right. Now, pray tell, what have you been up to since we last spoke?”

Alphinaud came to life, speaking of how he had been bouncing between Ala Mhigo and Doma, as well as Kugane, and the city states in order to strengthen the alliances and ensure resources for all, as well as serve as the representative for the Scions. Hoshiko wondered if Alphinaud knew how expressive he became when talking about the details of politics, how he would use his hands to communicate and emphasize important topics. It was in moments like this that Alphinaud really came across as an excitable teen and not the miniature adult that he attempted to show to the rest of the world.

She wondered about his parents. Had they ever shown such interest in listening to Alphinaud talk about where his passions lay? She knew they objected to both of their children leaving Sharlyan in order to come to Eorzea, but she rarely heard much else about them. If they had never shown a fascination, than that was a shame, because it was nice listening to Alphinaud talk.

“I suppose I must be boring you.” He set the mug down, smiling ruefully. “Dare I ask what thrilling adventures you’ve gotten up to at this time?”

“It’s not boring at all. It’s nice to listen to you talk about things you enjoy.” Both hands wrapped around the mug, she looked down at the surface of her drink. “I promise, nothing of particular note has happened. I have been going to slay more Primals that the beast tribes keep bringing back.”

“And you say this like it is a common thing. Rarely do people fight a Primal once and come back alive, but here you are, fighting them multiple times.” He smiled at her. “You can never claim that your life is boring.” 

“Perish the thought.”

The two fell into soft conversation as they waited for the third part of their group to arrive, keeping the conversation flowing light and easy.

“I do hope I’m not terribly late.” Alisaie said after pushing open the door to the room and dusting herself off. “I was looking into something with Urianger, which always takes longer than anyone expects.”

Nerves returned, but Hoshiko smiled as the other twin came into the chamber. “There’s not really such a thing as too late in this case. Unless you meant returning during the next sun. Then I would hope you’d have the decency to use our linkshells to tell me.”

Alisaie’s lips quirked up into a tiny smile before she looked over the table and the spread there. “What is this?” She asked, walking closer. “I’d almost say you were planning something.”

Hoshiko pushed herself out of her chair and got up, motioning for Alisaie to take a seat while she worked on getting the cocoa for her. Thanks to aether and her journeys, she was able to use fire crystals to help keep the cocoa warm without scorching it. “Perhaps I am. Since you are both here, I can explain things.”

Fiddling with the drink gave Hoshiko the excuse of not having to look at them while she started speaking. “I want to start off by saying that you two have become some of my dearest companions. I’ve watched you become wonderful people over the time and while I never had the pleasure of meeting Louisoix, I can’t help but feel that he would be proud of the two of you and how you’ve grown.”

She felt the confusion in the air as she brought the mug over to Alisaie and set in front of her without looking up at her before taking her own seat. “At this point, I view the two of you as my own family.” She folded her hands into her lap, looking at them before looking back up.

“What is all this about?” Alisaie asked.

Hoshiko held up a hand to stop her so that she could finish. “I just need to tell you this. I promise, I will get to the point.”

She took a deep breath. She could do this. She’d stood in front of Ascians and Primals without faltering, so it would only make sense that she would be able to do this, right?

“I am not likely to ever have children. With how my life is, I don’t think I safely can. I have too much of a target on my back and there is a high chance that I will perish in battle as opposed to natural causes at this point.” She reached over for one the sandwiches she’d made, tearing it into smaller pieces on her plate as a further distraction for her anxiety. 

“I also do not know if my family still lives. My brothers were both taken by the Empire as far as I know, but I don’t know anything else. I don’t even know where or how to look. As such, I am assuming that I am the last of my line… I know you two have family already, but I would like to, if I may, if you would be alright with it…” She trailed off.

“Be alright with what?” Alisaie asked, motioning for Hoshiko to continue and earning a slight glare from her brother.

“Would it be alright if I made you two my heirs or my next of kin? Should anything happen to me, I want to make sure that people are told and that my properties and my family’s legacy, whatever may be left of it, are not left to wither away and die.” She did not add that she wanted to make sure that the twins were taken care of as well. She had no doubt in her mind that they would survive with or without her. Still, she wanted to care for them in her own way.

Two pairs of shocked eyes stared at her. It was Alphinaud who first spoke up. “You would claim us as kin?”

“I would. I cannot adopt you, as you two still have family and I am not sure you would even want to be adopted by me, but…” She felt tears gather at the corners of her eyes. “You two are so dear to me and I would like it so that Eorzea and the realm know this. Would that be alright?”

She noticed the way that both of them looked away from her, but there was a glossy sheen to them.

“Speaking for myself, I would be honored…” Alphinaud spoke softly. “That you would consider me to be family, my dearest friend. No one has served as a greater source of inspiration to me and the realm. But I cannot agree to this alone.” He blinked and looked over at his sister. “Alisaie, we are in this together, or not at all.”

Alisaie reached up and rubbed at her eyes, before looking at Alphinaud. “As if you have to ask. I would gladly claim you as my sister, Hoshiko, as long as you will have me.”

Relief flooded her system as the tears streamed down Hoshiko’s face. She reached up to rub at her eyes. Rarely did she cry in front of others, let alone tears of joy, but there they were, running down her face. “Thank you.”

She heard a sniffle as Alisaie looked away again. “I don’t see the need to cry about this. It really is the most logical answer.”

“I suppose so, but I worried nonetheless.” She finally took a small bite of her sandwich, one of the many shreds on her plate. “There will be a few things to do. I should talk to Urianger for the paperwork, just so that it will be recognized in Eorzea. And then there’s Ishgard and I will need to let Hien know as well. Perhaps him most of all. With his assistance, or maybe Yugiri’s, I’ll be able to find more information on my family resources. And then you will need to meet Vivi-”

Alphinaud reached out, placing a hand on top of hers. “One thing at a time.”

Hoshiko beamed at him, at the two of them really. “Right. One thing at a time.” Her first step would be the paperwork, followed by taking them to visit her aunts. It would only make sense to have both parts of her family that she knew about meet.

But that was something to worry about later. Right now, she would enjoy snacks with her family and worry about everything else later.