#lucius yae galvus

[ectojyunk]

Inspired by this

[eemamminy-art]

Commission for @leanne-prime ! The empress of Garlemald with hers and Solus' sons, Lucius and Titus. It was a lot of fun to put this together, as I was looking at not only their parents but their descendants too when working out the likenesses of the brothers! Thanks so much for commissioning me!

[radioinactivity]

prince zenos and prince lucius

still think about zenos as a failed replacement for solus’s first son

[randieposes]

"the emperor legitimized his bastard son by his mistress immediately after the boy was born. despite the unpopular reception of this choice, lucius' status as the heir to the throne never changed--even with his illness which plagued him all his life, and even after the birth of a legitimate, healthier son by solus' legal wife. titus, despite his stronger claim and stronger disposition, was left out in the cold by his sire, relegated to the role of the spare. instead, solus formed his own circle of supporters, and those who spoke against lady cossutia or her young prince often found themselves on the outside of said circle--if not exiled from garlemald and its court entirely, never to be heard from again. the creation of the reaper order and its success may be partially attributed to solus' desire to protect his family unit from their enemies--cossutia was rarely pictured without aurelia, the order's dual-scythed founder, and vice versa. whether this companionship was due to solus' protective streak that demanded constant protection for his controversial mistress, or due to a close friendship between the two women, is uncertain. what is certain is that, had lucius not succumbed to his illness, he may have changed the course of garlean history forever. he had the support of his father's cunning intellect, his mother's compassion, and aurelia's martial strength; crucially, he had the love of his people, even despite his illegitimacy. had his mother not disappeared under suspicious circumstances, worsening his condition, perhaps lucius may have lived to create the brighter morrow--and a happier solus." -solus: a chronicle of garlemald's founder and those who loved him.

[velveteenlop]

Where are you now

Drabble Prompt: Titus being the one to find Lucius (headcanon) Warnings: Character Death Word Count: 1154 Character(s): Titus yae Galvus, Lucius yae Galvus, Solus zos Galvus (mentioned)

Ever since Lucius had fallen ill the castle felt… Different. There was this heavy aura that hung about and he couldn’t tell wholly if it was simply because his older brother was ill or if it was aided in father being away on top of it. Maybe it was simply both, not that it mattered too much. In every way it sucked and there wasn’t much that could be done but pray and hope. Lucius had been getting better so it was only a matter of time, right? Surely this round of falling backwards in his health improvement was simply a hurdle to get over. What was the saying? It gets worse before it gets better? Though he was sure it had already been worse before he started getting better… Titus stopped in his tracks, taking stock of things around him and how cold it felt. For the full breadth of his twenty years his home had felt so full of life and love, he’d wanted for nothing… And now all he wanted was for things to go back to as they had been before, for the warmth to return and keep the season’s chill out where it belonged.. Childish wishes he knew he was too old to be leaning on; until Lucius was better he had to stay in the role of the “older” sibling. He’d been kept busy the last couple of days, only able to visit for small chunks of time to make sure he ate, and with some time to himself he intended to go and spend as much time with his brother as he could. Sucking in a breath, trying to center himself again, he let it out slowly and continued on to his intended destination; he wanted to make sure he looked presentable and in decent spirits when visiting. He didn’t move until he was certain he could play the part and only then did his steps move him again towards his brother’s location. The closer he got to said room, however, the colder it felt; darker. His brows furrowed, hand moving to cling to the bottom of his coat, and he found himself reaching out instinctively. There was the barest blip of light, like Lucius was far away, and he could feel his anxiety spiking. 

No. No there was no need to panic just yet, it was possible perhaps that he’d been moved or even that he was well enough to be out. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but preferable to panicking over something that was likely not what it seemed like. He didn’t stop again until he reached the door, dread creeping up from his gut like a cold hand, breathing starting to pick up. He had to be imagining things, he had to be. A sweaty palm wrapped around the handle to allow him to open the door and he was greeted with a cold, still room. Lucius lay immobile on the bed and he could almost be sleeping, he looked peaceful almost… “Brother?” he called out, voice not as strong as he had wanted. Would he even respond? Perhaps he was tired… “Have you eaten yet? You probably should put something in you to keep your strength up.” It wasn’t easy to pull himself from the doorframe, the handle slowly leaving his grip as he took an uneasy step into the room. Then another. The light he usually felt from his brother was practically non-existent at this point, skin unusually pale for him. “You should eat… father will worry.” More silence as he reached the bed, the muscles of his stomach tight, the mattress giving a bit under the weight of his palms against it. Staring at Lucius’ body showed nothing, not even the most shallow of breaths moving his chest. It had to be a joke, right? Was he holding his breath maybe? 

“This isn’t a time for games, brother…” Oh! He’d learned of a trick with mirrors to check for that sort of thing. Surely this would make it hard for Lucius to keep up such a game! Hurriedly he moved to find the hand mirror he’d left in the room, nearly tripping over himself in a rush to get back to the bed and hold it just in front of his older brother’s face to try and find any sign of breath; of life. If only his hands would stop shaking. “You can’t hold your breath forever.” Was he talking to the form on the bed or himself, having been forced to let out the one he’d been holding as he stared at the mirror’s surface. “Lucius please, the game is over okay?” The mirror fell with a loud shattering sound as it fell beside the youngest prince, his hands grasping at the blankets that covered his brother’s prone form. Earnestly, desperately, he shook him; ignoring as his eyes began to burn. “Luci please!” he hated how thick his throat felt as he tried to get the words out. “You can stop pretending now! Okay? Stop it please!!” When had his voice gotten so loud? He was going to draw attention at this point- not that he cared. He just wanted his beloved older brother to wake up! “Luci please!!” He wasn’t even aware of the incoming presences behind him, that some of the guards and staff had come to see what was all the commotion. There was some sort of going on behind him but he didn’t care, not until hands tried to pull him away. Panic surged through Titus at that, moving to throw himself atop his brother and cling all the harder to him. No they couldn’t separate them! Hadn’t they been separated enough? “Brother please!” he was sobbing as he cried out. “Tell him to let me stay!” Stronger hands grabbed him, started to pull as some of the nurses tried to gently pry the blanket from his hold. He fought, squirmed, anything he could to get them to stop but in the end they were the stronger ones. The blanket ripped just a little as he was finally forced to let go, hands flailing to try and grab anything he could all while calling out for Lucius. Even the door frame wasn’t spared his grasp; though it didn’t last. Not with the guards holding him tight, dragging him to his room to lock him within. Those who remained nearby were forced to hear Titus scream and cry himself until his voice gave out, and presumably passed out. One would think the reaction overmuch and childish, given that Titus was only five years younger then the crown prince- But none of those privy to his reaction couldn’t fault him, the youngest prince had ever been close to his older brother; they were practically inseparable even once Lucius had taken a wife. He had ever been Titus’ world and now, much like the mirror on the floor, it was shattered. 

[auvo-tuulai]

Day 11 (late), Surrogate. EW spoilers.

[silver-strings-of-fate]

@lights-flickering-flame liked for a prince!

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"Auntie Vesta! You're awake! How are you feeling? It is rather warm out today." With 'warm' for him being just barely above freezing.

[ectojyunk]

An ice skating scene we came up with friends, feat. Titus, the most immature Galvus.

[fatedroses]

Lucius and Titus yae Galvus

aka the 8'2" standard bearer puppy of a man and the 6'0" stoic machinist younger brother, or the sons of emet who are his spitting images in two different ways.

[randieposes]

"...i lived a life far more comfortable and luxurious than any other bastard in garlemald, or perhaps the world. my days were full of lessons on the empire, and my evenings were full of my family's laughter, conversations above my head that i did not--could not--fully understand. i was meant to be studying, but oft neglected my textbooks to openly eavesdrop, something i was never reprimanded for. i loved nothing more than to watch my aunts--by choice, if not by blood--and my mother together: always laughing, or scheming some plot, or sharing some tantalizing gossip about the other ladies at court that eluded me. my father, supposedly above such a thing as court gossip, would often jump in with a scathing comment once they'd settled, and they'd all dissolve into tittering laughter again. how little i appreciated my family then. the halcyon days of my childhood were the happiest i had ever seen my father, and i took it for granted, as all children are wont to do. after all, i knew nothing else from my royal father but his stern kindnesses, his affectionate lessons on the throne (what was to be my birthright, so he claimed). he rarely smiled, but neither did he send away those he claimed to frustrate him so. i learned from a young age that my father's annoyance was a rather elaborate performance--if we had truly been a nuisance to him in his private study, he'd have ordered us all out, voice sharp as tacks. he did not. i wonder if we were a comfort to him under the pressure of his obligations, as my wife and son are to me now. i wonder if he is lonely in his study, now that my mother is dead and my aunts are scattered to the wind." - from the diary of lucius yae galvus, archived in a private collection.

[aetherstories]

It's yet another day of Cassius feels, so... let's talk about Cassius and his past in the Garlean Empire:

Cassius grew up in the imperial court, and his place in it was to become the right-hand-man of Lucius yae Galvus, firstborn son of emperor Solus zos Galvus (basically, what Regula van Hydrus was to Varis). Thus, Lucius and Cassius grew up together, and to this day Cassius still mourns his once best friend, whom he believes would have been an emperor worth following.

Cassius was given this position because while he was nephew to the Empress, son of her brother, as a half-Viera he was not considered a potential risk to the line, and Solus expected this would almost-guarantee Cassius' loyalty to Lucius. And while he was not wrong, Cassius loyalty was always more to Lucius himself and his kindness.

The only reason why Cassius never reached the rank of Legatus was Lucius' death, but before illness took Lucius and Cassius took over many of his administrative duties, he was being prepared for the rank.

Cassius was the fourth person to hold baby Varis in his arms, after Lucius' wife, Lucius himself and Solus, in that order.

One fun tidbit: Cassius was never exiled from Garlemald. He faked his death, and after he was revealed to be alive Garlemald had bigger problems to focus on.

[likemosaic]

headcanon ; chiyo's past shards. spoilers for shadowbringers and endwalker as well as mention of the plot of four lords. some canon divergences. personals please do not interact.

centuries ago: one of azem's shards upon another reflection, under another name, prayed with her last dying breath to free from her woes. hydaelyn heard her desperate plea and plucked chiyo's soul, to be placed upon the source.

chiyo began her reincarnation cycle then, her ultimate task to be the protector and guardian to the future warrior of light. over her lives, her soul is drawn always to the soul of the warrior of light (whomever that is, verse dependent), as the two shards long to merge but are unable to muster the strength to do so. she also frequently and heartily opposes one particular ascian, despite his many attempts to befriend her.

despite everything, she always retains the nature of her ancient self: the urge to travel and to protect the weak.

NOTABLE SHARDS.

🔥 tenzen. famed samurai and owner of the phoenix blade.

not much to say here, other than chiyo's fondness for the four lords, particularly suzaku.

tenzen had no children of his own and his line ended with him, perhaps intentionally. given his isolationist nature, he may have disliked his family and wanted to end their bloodline with himself.

he was introverted and enjoyed spending time with animals more than people. chiyo is also subconsciously drawn to animals, like futoi (her chocobo) and her many adorable dogs. they're less likely to judge you than a person, after all.

🔥 cossutia jen (and later, lux) pompeia. lucius yae galvus' mother and solus' long-term mistress.

unlike other shards, cossutia strongly resembled chiyo. due to garlean nature, her skin was paler and she was taller, but the resemblance is otherwise uncanny.

was a talented medicus during the garlean empire's early founding. due to her noble blood and her beauty, was recalled from the field to serve the emperor's wife as a lady-in-waiting. cossutia resented this heavily and believed her talents were better served on the field of war, but acquiesced to the command.

eventually caught solus' eye due to her looks and wit (and truthfully, the color of her soul), and the two became involved. whether they actually cared for one another is a debated historical topic: some say lady pompeia was only using solus, and likewise, solus was using her. others claim they were in love but solus was too dedicated to his duty to truly be with her.

cossutia was responsible for many of the empire's kinder policies. she was also often blamed for failed policies, even ones she had no hand in, due to her blunt, frank nature. she often sat in on council meetings and gave her opinion, wanted or not. she was a skilled dancer, singer, and enjoyed political debate as well as debate on philosophy, the nature of man, etc. though she was disliked by most as a political figure, on a personal level, cossutia was undeniably a force of nature and was often pursued for marriage by other garlean power players.

though it was entirely possible for solus to set his wife aside and marry cossutia instead, he never did, for reasons historians speculate on. cossutia instead remained in a comfortable position in the garlean court, a splinter in the side of those who supported the empress. cossutia's opinions on her place at court were never documented, though she was prone to leave frequently in order to serve in the army. she was eventually promoted from jen to lux, and became a head medicus. though she was offered a more militaristic position, she always refused it.

cossutia eventually gave birth to their son, lucius. despite the fact that cossutia was a doctor and a health nut during her pregnancy, her son was born sickly. in spite of his poor health, solus legitimized lucius shortly after his birth, against the advice of his advisors and to the displeasure of the general populace. lucius then superceded his legitimate brother in the line of succession, titus. lucius spent the rest of his days marked as a bastard and a cripple, but was relentlessly positive and beloved by his parents. in verses with @windcovet, lucius is a shard of j'tanga khilim (which is why chiyo is naturally maternalistic towards her).

the most remarkable note about cossutia comes many years later. long after lucius had reached adulthood and married/had a son of his own, it's said that cossutia and the emperor had a particularly violent disagreement. cossutia fled the court and garlemald entire, never to be seen again. lucius died of his illnesses not long after. with the loss of his preferred son and his mistress, solus' policies tended toward the extreme once more.

what caused cossutia to abandon her comfortable place at the emperor's side (and her son) is unknown to historians. most speculate that she planned to return after a fashion, but died in the wilderness. others say she absconded to the south with a lover. the truth has been lost to time. unfortunately, in cossutia's absence, her equal opportunity policies for women fell to the wayside, and the women of garlemald suffered for it. the truth of cossutia's death is knowledge only emet-selch has, and it's knowledge he's not eager to share, given the tragic nature of it.

[c0rpseductor]

what if lucius yae galvus had been like buster from arrested development all along

[wordofazem]

hi.

i made lucius yae galvus. hair is currently a wip, it's a mash up from here

[voidsentprinces]

Fandaniel: Lord Zenos yae Galvus. Born of blond hair. Emperor Varis zos Galvus. Born of blond hair. Prince Lucius yae Galvus. Born of blond hair. Emperor Solus zos Galvus...born of white hair and a brown hair job. Its a miracle people didn't figure it out sooner.

[silver-strings-of-fate]

@militibus-ex-umbra liked for a prince!

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"Sorry, didn't see you there! Are you alright?" He asked the person he'd just accidentally body-checked. One disadvantage to being such a large man was how easy it was to run into people if he wasn't careful.