#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.

[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

[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.

[ectojyunk]

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

[fatedroses]

He is here to stare into his soul.

[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.

[sands-of-amber]

FFXIV Write Entry #1: Cosmic Love

❀ Prompt #9: Fair (Entry for Makeup Day #10) || Read it w/ notes on AO3 here ❀

Excerpt: He knelt before her grave for—what was it now—the tenth time? The twentieth? It did not matter, it may as well be the thousandth, for a single time was already one too many. The shadows from the clouds overhead cast their slow-moving gloom over the figure hunched upon the snowy ground, the watercolor hues of the sunset peeking through every so often. A rare respite from the usual grey skies that hung over Garlemald.

But you are not here to see it.

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The fact that he had gone through it before didn’t serve to make it hurt any less, didn’t stop that old familiar ache from flaring up from deep in his chest. No. No matter how many times he was forced to repeat this cycle of grief, it never dulled the sting any. It never became easier to stomach like he’d hoped against hope that it would.

Each and every time, it was like another knife thrust into his chest and wrenched, finding new ways to carve away at whatever remained of his tired old heart.

And the guilt… The guilt he felt, especially upon conclusions in the same vein as this one, always struck him with such force that it was almost unbearable.

Knelt before her grave for—what was it now—the tenth time? The twentieth? It did not matter, it may as well be the thousandth, for a single time was already one too many. The shadows from the clouds overhead cast their slow-moving gloom over the figure hunched upon the snowy ground, the watercolor hues of the sunset peeking through every so often. A rare respite from the usual grey skies that hung over Garlemald.

But you are not here to see it.

The Emperor slowly rises to his tired feet and stares straight ahead at the elegant memorial before him, his hands tucked inside his coat pockets to lessen the chill of the icy wind, though it did little to lessen the bitter cold coming from within. It was a beautiful tribute: a statue made in her likeness, commissioned out of the finest marble by the most skilled artisans the land could offer. The pearlescent figure depicts the late Empress in a regal and elegant manner: sat upon the throne in ceremonial attire, crown upon her head and a serious yet somehow soft expression upon her face.

An inscription engraved on the plaque below the statue reads, ‘In loving memory of Her Radiance, first Empress of Garlemald, Aelia wir Galvus.’ The Garlean insignia sits proudly below the dates that denote the start and end of her painfully short life and the brief written tribute to her service to the Empire. Each time he stood here and gazed upon it, the date of her death slipped further and further into the past, but to him it still felt like just yesterday that her light faded from this world.

Next to his late wife’s grave stood that of their firstborn son, Lucius yae Galvus. To the people, he was simply  the crown prince whose reign never came to be, but to Emet-Selch, he was a hard lesson— a painful reminder that to hope was folly. To hope was to deny the bitter truth that he’d known deep down for millennia but had stubbornly refused in his foolish joy at finally getting to play “family” with the one soul his heart could not, would not, ever let go.

Foolish, stubborn hope. How sweet its first bite—and how sour its aftertaste.

He had kept up his façade as stern and hardened leader well enough, for he’d had eons of practice at tucking away and dulling his emotions by now and it was easy enough to slip on the mask of Emperor Solus whenever needed. It was easier still to drown (or at least numb) the pain in bottles of spirits or whatever play was currently showing at the theatre. He’d never cared much for the idea of utilizing alcohol as a vice back in the simpler days, but its appeal grew ever clearer through each torturous century he spent toiling away here. And it worked in his favor, because to the outside world it appeared as though he were acting as any other rich and ultra-powerful man should—gorging on the finest and most lavish of booze and entertainment that the palace’s coffers could buy. Only he, and to an extent his two co-conspirators, knew the real force driving his indulgence.

Despite his near-flawless outward performance, though, he’d been a wreck ever since the day she’d died and taken another little piece of him with her. He’d watched on in abject horror as the light of her brilliant soul had grown dimmer and dimmer, slowly fading out of this fractured world just after another soul’s light had entered it. Had only half-listened, pale-faced and heart in his throat, as the head chirurgeon bowed his head and mournfully told him what he already knew. He’d had to accept the wailing newborn into his arms and turn away from her still form as an attendant ushered him out of the room, chancing one last glimpse of her soul as they covered her body with the bloodied sheet, watched it abandon her fragile mortal form and slip away to return unto the lifestream.

And then there had been the matter of explaining the bitter truth to Lucius, of answering the dreaded questions of a naive child wondering why he wasn’t allowed to go see his mother after his brother was born, and why his father had shut himself away with the newborn and a nurse and he himself had been bade away and urged not to bother him for the moment. The palace had been cold and quiet that day, a solemn mood spreading among its inhabitants as the news inevitably made its rounds as it often so quickly did within those walls where servants’ gossip was an ever-turning wheel. And of course that gossip had made its way to the ears of the young prince, forcing Emet-Selch into a difficult situation when the boy came wanting for the truth.

And then years later in his prime, Lucius was ripped from him just the same, taken by the same wretched ailment that had afflicted his mother and left her body weakened, too fragile to survive her second birth. In both cases, the illness had not been known until it was already too late and their souls had gone back into the cycle to repeat this endless dance of death and rebirth at the hands of that horrid Hydaelyn.

Much as he wanted to love Titus and cherish the gift she’d given him—the life she’d given up her own to bring into the world for him—he just couldn’t. It ate away at him, the guilt of not loving this child the way he did Lucius, but try as he might he only ever felt numb when he looked upon his youngest son. To glimpse him was to glimpse the last remaining fragment of herself she’d left behind in this incarnation, to acknowledge him was to acknowledge that he himself had her blood on his hands. 

For one fleeting moment in time, we were happy. We had a family of our own and the world at our feet. I managed to find her, to pull her up out of this cesspit crawling with unworthy halfmen and their filth and raise her far above them where she rightfully belongs. And in so doing, I let down my guard and dared to dream that this time would be different.

But it was never any different, and he knew it. He had allowed himself to get swept up in foolish fantasies of marriage and having children and chasing the life they’d never fully gotten to have back then. When she’d discovered her second pregnancy he’d been surprised, having thought one was enough of a miracle, but he’d been happy nevertheless. Two was a good number—it was the amount of children they’d talked of potentially having back then. She’d delivered their first without any trouble, so the fear had scarcely been on his mind until he was suddenly watching her die right in front of him all because of what he had done to her. It was his fault, and he wore the blame heavy upon his shoulders much like the rest of his ceaseless burdens.

“There you are, Your Radiance. We have been looking for you; Lord Varis wishes to-”

“Leave me. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

The young page opens his mouth as if to say something more, but he immediately thinks better of it when Solus turns his head ever so slightly in the boy’s direction, just enough to shoot him a hardened glare from those weary aurum eyes. It’s a look that most would know better than to challenge, and young and inexperienced as the boy might be he’s smart enough to silently dismiss himself and leave the Emperor to his brooding.

Solus sighs, a heavy sigh that rattles his chest as he turns his gaze upward toward the heavens. Weary though his body may be in its old age, he wishes to stand here a little longer before retreating back to the seat of his throne. It was something he liked to do every year on the anniversary of her death, the one little sliver of foolish and hopeless romanticism he’d let himself cling onto—he liked to come out here and tell her about the goings on in the world and the progress he and his brothers had made with their plans. And then he’d look up and watch the flow of aether as life moved tirelessly around him, and wish that he could return to that aetherial sea once his mortal vessel had gasped its last breath.

What he would not give to join them.

Once he has had enough of allowing himself to feel for the time being, he turns and begins to make his way back inside the palace, but not before spitting at the sky and cursing Hydaelyn one last time for taking her away from him over and over again. For taking everything he’d ever loved and always finding ways to    weaponize that love against him. For punishing his selfless duty to the star by holding hostage the soul he was already eternally bound and devoted to—the soul which had been his long before She had claimed it for her own—and leaving him with naught but a madman and an empty shell of a devoted emissary for companions, neither of whom would ever be able to understand his plight far gone as they were. Not to mention two surviving ever-present reminders of what almost was, each with their own living legacies now that would ensure his mistake continued to create its grotesque ripples through time.

To call it unfair would be a gross trivialization at best.

[soup-archives]

Galvus Family Tree

A/N: Apologies if their family tree is hard to see. I have the relations listed below.

Figured I included Emet-Selch and the ancients that are included in this family line

Hades (Emet-Selch) Married: Persephone (Kotari) Children: Melinoe, Zagreus, Makaria

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(1) Solus Galvus Married: Korina Galvus (Kota Maxton) Children: Astraea, Titus, Lucius Galvus

(2) Astraea Galvus Married: Luke Samuels Children: Artemisa, Beatrix, Calliope, Delilah, Estella, Filia (3) Artemisa Galvus Married: ??? Children: Andromeda, Brisa, Circe Galvus

(3) Beatrix Rosewood (nee Galvus) Married: Victor Rosewood Children: Rei, Siah, Jacob, Isaac, Cinna, Thomas, Zachariah, Felix, Seth, Noah, Finny, Jamie, Sammy Rosewood

(4) Josiah "Siah" Rosewood Married: Yugiri Mistwalker Children: Kyou Mistwalker

(4) Isaac Rosewood Married: Y'shtola Rhul (4) Lucinda "Cinna" Rosewood Married: G'raha Tia (currently), Haurchefant Greystone (formerly) Children: Rowen Rosewood-Tia, Remi Greystone, Maple Greystone, Minerva Rosewood, Emilia Rosewood, Aurora Rosewood, Selene Rosewood

(3) Calliope Galvus Married: Gaius Baelsar Children: (none that are their own as of now, but she has step children) Alfonse Baelsar, Milisandia Baelsar, Rex Baelsar, Ricon Baelsar, Allie Baelsar

(3) Delilah Galvus Married: CId Garlond

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(2) Titus yae Galvus Married: Arrecina wir Galvus Children: Nerva yae Galuvs ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ (2) Lucius yae Galvus Married: Hypatia wir Galvus Children: Varis zos Galvus

(3) Varis zos Galvus Married: Carosa wir Galvus Children: Zenos, Zoe

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