#for haurchefant after the vault

[noxtivagus]

good morning i'll sleep soon

[neunian]

🥺

[thisteaistoosweet]

I painted Haurchefant on a pumpkin for Halloween ;w;

[bunsandstuff]

One love unrequited

[akirakirxaa]

C4?

"Please, you have to live, you have to!"

From the Haurch Lives AU since, as you can see, no glowy hole. So uh, yeah he just gets badly injured but he makes it!

[Height Difference Gpose Prompts]

I'm sorry I thought of the angsty one for yours. ;_;

[fishmoochi]

my wol, Minnow!! ft. Noraxia (she’s fine guys! completely alive. completely fine), her white whittret named Ministry (don’t ask), Alphinaud and Haurchefant : ) she’s a whm who puts others first in a way that is horrendously detrimental to herself. she sacrifices way too much in order to keep everyone alive. until, yeah

[impossible-rat-babies]

anyway eyrie reminds aymeric that they are his father in law and they watch him grow five new grey hairs of stress

[smallest-turtle]

Emma trying to figure out how to be an older brother when his only examples are

A: the guy four years older than him who was too busy learning everything he needs to be the next Count of the house to really interact with him and

B: the guy two years older than him that mother doesn't want around who father doesn't want to anger mother about any further and who he isn't supposed to play with but lets him anyway even though it's Him who gets in trouble for it and not Emma for asking, who moved out when Emma was 15

And now he's an adult with a 19 year old younger sister who does everything right but never for herself.

Well maybe she should do some things for herself. Maybe he can help with that. (He does. More than anyone can fathom)

[meximango]

Day 10 - (make-up day for #9)- fair - PG - Haurchefant + Luvon

Summary: AU where Luvon is the main WoL. The scene directly after The Vault. 

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It was futile. 

Luvon knew it was, even before he removed his eye covering, before he took in the red dripping down that smiling mouth, that armor, onto the hard, cold, ground.

‘Look out!’

He had felt the buzzing power of the spear as it raced toward him, heard the clanging impact as it hit metal instead of his own unarmored body, and for a moment, all seemed well. He hadn't needed excess hope at the time, because he thought that was it, the attack diverted. 

Hadn't realized something was wrong. That it wasn't over. 

Their luck ran out.

The knight's shield broke, the spear of concentrated energy continued into flesh, a cry ripped from someone's throat--his own? Alphinaud's? Aymeric’s? Haurchefant's?--and he knew. 

Hope entered the picture again because he couldn't help himself. Luvon was an optimist and believed in the power of dreaming-praying-wishing, he believed in miracles. When all seemed lost, would it be so wrong to believe that things would work out for the best? They had all tried so hard, given their best. It should have counted for something. 

Luvon, for all his speedy reflexes time and again, for the power of the echo, still hadn’t noticed, hadn’t been quick enough to dodge Ser Zephirin’s attack when the stakes were so high. 

‘You...you are unharmed? F-Forgive me... I could not bear the thought of...of...'

Luvon wasn’t sure he could bear it either, but he would be the one soon having to test that. There was nothing to forgive. He should have been the one apologizing--but he did not voice these thoughts out loud. Haurchefant shouldn’t have needed to save him, but he did in true knightly fashion. 

He sounded relieved. Mission accomplished. Luvon was perfectly intact, and Haurchefant was--was--

Luvon knelt and clutched at his body. It was awkward, his own body too small compared to the bulky elezen to get a good grip, Haurchefant had not the strength left to help in the matter. Aymeric assisted while Luvon knelt there uselessly, hands shaking and hoping, hoping, hoping that Haurchefant would be able to walk this encounter off after a trip to a chirurgeon.

Luvon wondered, briefly, how the universe could see fit to allow his kind-hearted, selfless, endlessly heroic friend to be on the ground right now instead of at his side. He’d switch positions in a heartbeat (the same sentiment the knight had felt which got them in this situation to begin with. Oh, how easily they would chance pain and hurt if only the other could be safe. On and on, back and forth. It was simply the knight who was faster than the adventurer this time. This final--no. Not yet. He was still breathing.)

It wasn't fair. 

The sort of words uttered by a child who hadn’t gotten their way, that would get him nowhere, but in his mind at least, he could think them and find some sort of gratification in acknowledging it. This situation was unfair.  

This couldn't be happening again, not to someone so bright and who cared for him and him in turn, they were supposed to have time, time to speak of their feelings and make true their dreams-- 

Haurchefant deserved better. He deserved more. Of all people, he especially deserved softness and happiness and at least to reach old age. Please, he deserves decades more. Please, one more year, a day, anything…  

He knew not who of the Twelve he prayed to, but his pleas went unanswered. 

Luvon removed his blindfold when he knew it was too late the first cast of cura had not even the slightest effect. Even if it hurt to see the pain in his pinched brow, the recognition and acceptance in those blue eyes that revealed his time was up, Luvon knew he had to gaze upon that face one last time. He watched as the strength within quickly faded and hoped he would stabilize, that if he just fed enough of his own energy into that wounded body, he would be able to do the rest on his own. 

Even with the combined strength of Alphinaud and his own healing as they frantically pressed on the wound and applied as much aether as they could in those first few moments, it was impossible. No miracle came. Some wounds were too deep to heal with magic. 

It didn’t stop him from trying to the last. From nearly draining himself of aether, babbling reassurances and petting Haurchefant’s face, streaking blood and his own unending tears across his paling complexion as he knelt over him. 

In the fairytales, true love could save the hopeless, the magic of a teardrop enough to ignite the spark of life into a lover once more. Haurchefant was his knight in shining armor, him the damsel in distress--saved, he’d been saved! They were supposed to have a happily ever after now, thank you.

When Haurchefant reached out with one hand slowly, surely using the last reserves of his energy to do so, Luvon reached back and held on tightly with both of his. Despite how both of his hands barely took up the size of Haurchefant’s one, it felt so fragile. None of a knight’s strength, but all the tenderness of a friend, a lover. He squeezed in what he hoped was reassurance, but his expression must have been broken. 

‘Oh, do not look at me so. A smile better suits a hero...’

Luvon would promise a million smiles to Haurchefant if he could just hold on a little bit longer, please, please don’t give up, I won’t give up on you, on us, please--

He was a terrible liar, but still, he forced a shaky smile onto his face, trying to convey every single feeling he hadn’t gotten a chance to say out loud before. To give Haurchefant peace as well. His soul was shouting with it, willing him to understand.

I will smile, because I see the good and beauty in the world and its people, just as you, and we know how something as small as a smile can lift the spirits of the vulnerable, to give them hope and strength. I will continue to help others and lift them up. I love you--I never got to tell you, but I do, and I knew you did too. I will keep loving you. This will hurt like I am the one dying, but I will survive. Your act of salvation will have meaning, and I will use the best of this time given to me. Thank you, my beloved, for giving me the chance to get to know you. 

He would never know how much of that got through to Haurchefant, but he liked to think at least some did, because the knight smiled at him to the end--brilliant even in its fragility--even as the light faded from his eyes and his head fell back, his soul finally untethering from his body. 

Luvon continued to hold onto that hand long after it had grown cold and stiff. 

Haurchefant Greystone was no more, never to walk the star again, but he would always live on in the hearts he touched and the Hero of Eorzea’s smiles. 

[queensbrother]

xiv. valentiones

#FebHyurary

hi c:

i did actually make a nice one for them because haurchewol my beloved they deserved better </3

[heart-of-the-party]

i need to emphasize that i was actually not interested in estinien at all in the beginning.

[dainesanddaffodils]

Thinking about how I’d known Haurchefant died from early on (I wasn’t spoiled-spoiled - I just had a feeling from Reactions I’d gotten when mentioning that my wol loved him) and it was so still much worse than I thought it would be

Because, since I knew it was coming I started looking for signs of the when’s and how’s of it. And the lead up to The Vault was pretty fucking obvious with that in mind.

So I’m listening to Haurchefant make his impassioned speeches after Aymeric is captured. How it’s his Knightly Duty to Aid Those in Need and Rescue a Good Honorable Man like Ser Aymeric etc etc

And I go “oh yeah okay he’s going to have his big Knight Moment and die saving Aymeric gotcha gotcha”

And then. he doesn’t.

He dies saving the Warrior of Light.

And I’m sure it’s a different read if you don’t ship your WoL with him but boy fucking howdy if, like me, you do!!

It’s Haurchefant, who has put so much of his fucking identity into knighthood and serving Ishgard and all that jazz, in the single emotional instant of the Warrior of Light being in peril - throwing all of that away to protect them. because in that instant that is all that matters to him. they are all that matters to him.

it's there in his final words, how he says "forgive me, i could not bear the thought [of you being harmed]"

he loved the Warrior of Light so much that for a second it eclipsed everything else. and thats what killed him.

anyways my WoL is real fucked up about this everyone have a nice night

[ecosystem-administrator]

Listen, l i s t e n, every few months or so I get reminded of this scene that happens after Aymeric drives a bunch of angry rebels out of The Vault, and I go completely feral with emotions

Edmont tells Aymeric this won't be the last time that happens if the current political climate continues as it has been, and that he needs to make sure to take care of their people and of himself, then drops this line. and just walks away.

Aymeric is standing there stunned and awkward trying to be appropriately honored by a grieving father who's also right about the politics of the situation, and apparently unlike Edmont has probably not forgotten that Artoirel is right there.

Artoirel steps forward behind Aymeric to follow his father, but before he passes the point where Aymeric could see him

he stops still and turns his head, obviously conflicted and gathering himself, and the camera focuses entirely on his face even though he hasn't got any lines in this scene at all. the father he respects and admires is obviously not bearing up well under all the recent changes, and just all but adopted a surrogate for the beloved son he's recently lost without even acknowledging his eldest son's presence. not even so much as a look. his father needs him now more than ever. his father is taking him for granted and always has.

he probably daydreamed as a child about the relationship he might have had with Edmont if Haurchefant wasn't there to be the favorite, and now he has the bitterest proof that it would never have been better, is not going to get better.

and he still walks after his father, away from Aymeric and Lucia and the gathered Scions. Edmont never looks back to see if he's coming, but he is. someone still has to hold this family together.

The Fortemps family are so fucked up you guys. the drama of it. it just makes me gnash my teeth and wail every single time.

[noctuadora]

A week after experiencing The Vault, I still haven't gotten over Haurchefant's death. The way he gave us a genuine smile even when in immense pain, and...

...the way his eyes (thank you graphics update) reflected the sun's warmth, still glimmering with light... and the fact that his last words were him comforting us, telling us to smile because it better suited a hero...

It broke my heart.

[frankenhoez]

"There will be more warriors of light after me, but only one Haurchefant."

Alternative vault cutscene aka i got an idea and I had to make it everyone else's problem

[c♡mmissions open here and here]

[oh-hecate]

"I fear I find myself to be quite taken with you, my friend."

My sprout bestie finally made it to THAT Haurchefant cutscene after the Vaults and I felt it necessary to harm her more make it up to her with some much needed wolchefant fluff. 🥹