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[snakegorl212006]

Random(short) Zenos Headcanons (pt 3)

-he seems like the type of person who cleans and sharpens his weapons when he gets the chance -most of his stuff is personally tailored because this man is both overly exaggeratedly tall and ticcc -i feel like he’s the type of person who would carry you on his shoulder -i don’t think he’s a overly clingy person but definitely hard to push him away -some times if he wants to he’ll pick you up by the hand and hold you like a hand bag,if you’re small enough -he seems like the type of person that would enjoy you doing his hair. -his would have you lay on top of him when he sleeps.it brings him comfort -noticeably will treat you much nicer than everyone else -he can become very calm around you -if anyone harms you is basically a deathwish -definitely a protective person -sometimes he just likes to stay quiet and listen to you rant -his love language would definitely be Quality time -being around you makes his day

[owlespresso]

mr meteor finalfantasy + 💋?

💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward?

Short answer: yes and yes.

Meteor is a rough kisser. His outward demeanor is quiet, but he's relentless once he has you in his arms. His kisses have bite to them. He chews at the soft of your bottom lips, tongue pushing into your mouth, sweeping over each and every part of your waiting mouth. As a man regularly accustomed to contesting the powers of gods and empires each day, he likes to know he's alive, likes to feel the thrill of rough intimacy thrum between you both.

It makes what happens after all the sweeter. When all is said it done, when he's rolled you into the sheets and gorged himself on your warmth, he soothes your aches with calloused fingers and presses kisses across your shoulders, over the bruised span of your nap. He soothes your bruises and wraps his arms around your weary form, cradling you to his chest.

He would stay in bed for hours after, if you didn't desperately need water and a warm bath.

ask meme

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[snakegorl212006]

Zenos headcanons pt 2

Him as a yandere

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-I think there’s barely a difference between him as a yandere and when he’s not a yandere -but i would say. Everything he does is now intensified by 10000+% -let me explain -he’s already a possessive person and doesn't like anyone around you but now he’s in yandere mode you’re not allowed to hang out with anyone -he also becomes more murderous -if anyone ,besides himself and whoever he trust(if that’s even possible), will die or be threatened with their lives -he wants no competition once so ever -he’s one of those sadistic types of yandere -he wouldn't hurt you on purpose but absolutely LOVE when he’s S/o tries to escape and think they/he/she’ll get far -he would personally hunt you himself though all of Eorzea and beyond -once he catches you he would lock you up for a long time -he wouldn't lock you in a cell he’ll most likely lock you in his room -he’ll view you as a prized gem and would never fight you if you’re weak or frail -if you can fight and have good combat skills he would fight you until you fall or submit -this would be another punishment for escaping him -other then that he would treat you like a GOD -you want something he’ll get it for you -if you want to train with him he’ll make time -if you want to take a walk. As long as nobody looks in your direction sure -you’re his princess/prince/king/queen and everything in between -he would gift you with extravagant,or comfty if that's what you prefer he won’t judge, clothing and jewelry and make sure you’re the most prettiest/handsomest person in the room -you’re his pride and joy and if anyone takes you away. He’ll take away there life -that's not a promise that is fate  

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immortally wounded ➳ — (h.g. & a.b.)

PAIRING: haurchefant greystone x gender neutral!wol (ft. aymeric de borel x gender neutral!wol)

GENRE(S): angst, hurt no comfort, drabble

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

CONTENT WARNINGS: heavensward spoilers, major character death, implied suicide

A/N: ...so the vault huh

ao3 mirror

You should’ve died.

With your fists trembling at your sides, you throw your head back, baring your throat to the heavens. The ache in your beating heart does not hold a candle to the ache left behind by the anguished wail that claws its way out of your chest.

It should’ve been you.

The heavens make no indication of hearing you.

If only…

A half sob follows, then–

Anger.

It settles deep, a blooming that reaches the apex of your next sorrowful cry to the skies of Coerthas above. You vaguely wonder if he can hear you from Halone’s halls.

To have your other half torn asunder so suddenly leaves you broken, a lance having pierced you straight through your heart much like his shield.

If only you weren’t in the way.

Saltine tears drop from your glassy eyes into the snow below, his gravestone and shield doing little to comfort you. Resting your forehead against the cold surface of the slab of stone, you can feel your soul yearn for what you’ve lost. From what Aymeric had taken from you.

The anger seethes, burns, forming an unyielding grasp around your quivering frame. It was Aymeric that had indirectly orchestrated the downfall of your beloved, it was Aymeric that tore, tore, tore away at what you thought was the inseparable tie that had bound you once to your beloved.

The bastard laid in bed with you that evening. His apologetic kisses left nothing but disdain in their wake. But you couldn’t deny what Count Fortemps had seen in the young commander. An uncanny resemblance to your dear Haurchefant.

You wonder what cruel trick of fate this was.

Looking past the dark curls and striking dual blue hues, you saw what you had once fallen in love with. And that was precisely what kept you tethered to the sheets, fists twisted in them as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear with remorse in deep blues that reminded you all too much of him. You moan and keen, but naught was for the man above you, this he knew.

But that didn’t stop him from loving you.

And love you he did— he was every bit the picturesque lover, attentive, kind, endearing with a heart of blinding gold. Haurchefant was no different. You figure if you closed your eyes, you could fool yourself into loving a man that you had once came home to.

You knew this would hurt him, but that pain would be nothing compared to the one you felt when a hand you had traced the palm lines of and tenderly squeezed many times before grew cold and lifeless in your own.

—

The sun sets in Ishgard again, and with it, your eyes did for one last time.

It was Aymeric that had found you.

Your hair sprawled on the ground reminded him so much of that of an angel’s halo. Your peaceful countenance was no longer streaked with the tears Aymeric had time and time brushed away with the touch of a sinner seeking repentance.

For the second time that waning moon, he felt despair and ice filled his veins. His mouth parted to call your name, to shout, to do anything other than gawk and tremble like the fingers that cradled your face.

The Lord Commander was not often rendered speechless and shocked to the core. Your name eventually emerges as a questioning whisper from the churning depths of his stupor, and the color drains from his complexion.

No.

This couldn’t be…

But there you were. Silent, motionless. Unresponsive to his screams and shaking.

He checks for any hopeful sign of a pulse before burying his face into the crook of your neck, sobs wracking his body as incessant apologies interspersed with hiccups and tremors tumble out of his lips while his worst fears are confirmed.

Why?

The inquiry directed towards Hydaelyn echoes within his mind but there is no one to respond. His gloved fists crumple into your clothing.

Whywhywhy?

It wasn’t supposed to be this way…

Aymeric couldn’t fathom it, wrap his clever head around it. It’d be a lifetime before he’d glean an answer, he reckons.

He stands, holding your fragile, limp body bridal-style, his expression a tumultuous display of emotion.

A familiar, blonde-haired figure awaits him at the foot of the Pillars, the descent feeling like an eternity without you. When Lucia catches sight of your cold body nestled within warm arms, she stands with eyes wide and mouth agape, realization dawning on her sharp features.

Aymeric’s armored footfalls come to a standstill at the bottom step. He raises his gaze to meet his subordinate’s.

“The Warrior of Light is dead.”

–

There was a unanimous agreement that you should be buried next to your true lover you had loved in your waking moments. Both of you overlooked Coerthas as Aymeric kneels, eyes shut. A fresh bouquet of you and Haurchefant’s favorite flora lies betwixt your tombstones.

There was no well in all of Eorzea that would hold all the grief and guilt the knight harbored for both a fallen comrade and the light of his life.

But alas, he couldn’t very well give into his heartsickness when the Dragonsong War remained at large and Nidhogg’s vengeance and thirst for Ishgardian blood still posed a threat. It was a Temple Knight’s duty to soldier on and carry out the will of the dearly departed that had died for the cause that had once united them.

These wounds of his would never truly heal in full, immortally afflicted as he was, but it is with honor that he continues the fight in both of your names. Aymeric just wished Eorzea’s two brightest lights weren’t snuffed out so soon and that the dolor doesn’t succeed in pulling him under.

“Come, Lucia,” Aymeric calls out. She nods in response, waiting for the commander to lead the way before trailing after him. The trek back was one of silence, rumination, and regret.

Ishgard felt darker and colder in the Warrior of Light and the Silver Fuller’s absence, he thinks to himself.