#lucius yae galvus

[ectojyunk]

Inspired by this

[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.

[radioinactivity]

prince zenos and prince lucius

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

[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. 

[zakifairer]

The crown princes Lucius and Titus

about to get themselves into heaps of trouble.

[auvo-tuulai]

Day 11 (late), Surrogate. EW spoilers.

[leanne-prime]

Viridia reading a bedtime story to Felicius and Titus in happier times

A cute scene featuring my interpretation of the first Empress of the Garlean Empire, Viridia yae Galvus (née Lunaris), and her two sons by Solus zos Galvus.

I'm writing a long-form fic about Viridia, which can be found here if you feel like checking it out.

Art by lemonssplice!

[nokomento]

2023 January artlog compiled on pixiv

comms compilation to follow

[darkspacelow]

angriest family photo you’ve ever seen

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 22: Free Day

Rating: T

Word Count: 786

Summary: G'raha finds Hades. He decides it's time for them to finally, actually talk. [OT4 verse, continuation of a couple of other entries, extremely rough cause there's a lot more I wanted to talk about but I'm trying to hit the deadline. Eventually this will be a longfic I promise lol.]

[Master Post]

The ruins of Garlemald never got any easier to see.

Despite the efforts by the survivors of the final days combined with Zenos' madness, most of the city still lied in rubble; aggressive, out of control magitech crept around every corner, waiting to catch some poor soul off guard. It was no wonder that the reconstruction efforts had been so slow, considering the danger and the ominous tower that still loomed in place of the royal palace.

G'raha knew he was more than a match for any machine, but rather than fight, he had cast a Vanish spell over himself, passing easily through the ruined streets. He was too concerned that, should he take too long cutting a path with a blade or magic, that Hades would move on to somewhere else, and at this point, where would he go? No, best to make good time and catch him here.

It wasn't long before G'raha was skirting around the edges of the former palace. Surely Hades would find nothing nostalgic or comforting inside the now-twisted structure, so. Somewhere outside, perhaps. He knew from Akira that Hades hated the cold (an irony that was not lost on him) so the idea of him being outside, at night, in the Garlean chill was somewhat ludicris, but G'raha had no other leads to go on.

It wasn't long before he found a grand, wrought iron gate, metal twisted by something large, though whether it was machine or one of the beasts from the Final Days was impossible to guess. G'raha carefully stepped around the metal and, beyond, found piles of rubble tossed about haphazardly, making the purpose of the land almost unrecognizeable if not for the small remnants here and there of what were clearly grave markers.

And, amid the settled chaos of what was once likely a lovely little courtyard, G'raha saw a familiar, white haired figure standing before a conspicuously untouched gravestone, grander than any of the remnants he had passed. Wandering closer, he could just make out the name through the dark and snowfall — LUCIUS YAE GALVUS. G'raha dispelled his Vanish, making sure to step heavily into some snow, the ice crunching under his boots to announce his presence.

"Your…son?" He ventured, and Hades gave a single, curt nod without turning to face him.

"I suppose he was, in a way," he mumbled. The silence stretched for a moment before G'raha prodded again.

"Your first-born, if I remember right."

"As Solus, aye. He was… He deserved better than an empire birthed to sow chaos," Hades tried to cover what may have been a sniffle behind clearing his throat. G'raha resisted the urge to glance at him, doing his best to keep him from feeling interrogated.

"Why come here, then?"

"…When he was born…There are precious few times over the years where I had any semblance of happiness, but…that was one," Hades ran a hand through his hair. "I almost let myself believe things could be different, even. But… Then he died."

"I'm sorry," G'raha shrugged his shoulders up against a sudden gust of wind. "What of his mother?" Hades gave a humorless chuckle.

"A familiar soul. It soothed but it wasn't enough."

"By familiar, you mean…?"

"Does that upset you, to know? That she was…" Hades trailed off, still just as lost in the gravestone before them. G'raha took a small sidestep closer.

"No. She has no control over what her past lives did," G'raha reasoned.

"True. And if it's any consolation, if she'd been born to a more supportive family, in a better situation, she likely would have been just as much of a headache as she's ever been," the grousing was eased by the smallest of smirks. Hades finally tore his eyes away from the headstone, fixing G'raha with a not-quite glare. "Why are you here?"

"Akira didn't want you to leave," G'raha began, his turn to uncomfortably stare into the snowy darkness and rubble around them. "And I… I share just as much blame for her frustrations. I haven't given you a fair chance, at any point. Despite the fact that she would not be alive if not for you."

"Well, it's about time," Hades huffed, but it lacked the usual bite. "I suppose I've also been less than charitable towards you as well. Hanging onto old rivalries and such." G'raha smirked.

"Well, this all could only be expected. You did try to kill me."

"If I were trying to kill you, you would have been dead," Hades' voice was lighter. When G'raha turned to look at him, he found Hades was watching him in turn, perhaps both waiting for the other shoe to drop and spells to start flying.

[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.

[ectojyunk]

Chapter 2 and the fic itself is done. Gave myself some feelings while writing, hope you enjoy and as always, mind the content warnings! Extra drawing in the fic.

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[fatedroses]

He is here to stare into his soul.

[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; blonde hair, green eyes. 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.

[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