#nsfwish themes for haurchefant

[ladyramora]

Can I request for a scene on how the elezen husbands would take care of their sick fem!WoL? Thank you! ^^

Alphinaud

Alphinaud will not stop hovering. It’s adorable, really, but you can hardly eat the soup he had brought with him standing over you and wringing his hands.

“Alphinaud, please. Sit down.”

Alphinaud sits. For a moment it is bliss, and you turn your attention to the surprisingly tasty soup he had brought for you.

Your attention is caught again by the shrieking scrape of Alphinaud’s chair as he jerks it forward wilst still sitting in it to be nearer to you.

You stare at him. Simply watching and wincing at every screech of the chair as he shuffles it forward with his weight.

Alphinaud stops then, clearing his throat with a soft cough into his white gloved hand. Close enough now to touch you should he wish it.

“Ah. How is the soup? I made some minor adjustments to the recipe under F'lhammin’s guidance. I hope… it is to your liking?” Ah, back to the hand wringing.

You smile at him. Tired, sick, yet still charmed by him as any other day. Truly, would Alphinaud ever cease fretting for you? What a sweetheart.

You set your soup on your bedside table.

Alphinaud looks troubled. “You do not?”

You do not stop to clutch a hand to your chest and inwardly coo at him, instead you bend forward and grab his hands.

Alphinaud lets you, making no complaints as you pull him from his chair up onto your bed.

He curls into you without thought, blue eyes watchful and lips likely parted with many things to say in true Alphinaud fashion.

You set your soup into his hands, declaring, “It is delicious, of course. You never do anything by halves.”

Alphinaud ducks his head, a pleased smile always wont to come to those pink lips at a hint of praise from you.

“But..?” Alphinaud questions, raising up the bowl with confusion in his eyes.

You shake your head. “I do like it, very much. I would like it moreso should my sweetheart feed it to me. The very soup he made with his own capable hands. If such would not be bothersome.. ?”

You are given the gift of watching Alphinaud’s cheeks flush with color. His smile widening with pride.

“But of course! ‘Tis no bother!” He says, lashes lowering and nose tipping up in that smug expression you had come to favor so much. “I would do this for you, and much more!”

That said he plucks the spoon from the bowl and scoops up a careful measure of soup, then blowing on it before extending the utensil out to you with a soft, “Aahh…” Parting his mouth in an attemp to encourage you to open yours.

You grin, leaning in and closing your lips around the spoon. “Mmm!” You say, fluttering your lashes like it was the most delicious soup you had ever tasted.

And for Alphinaud’s pleased expression? It was.

- - -

Aymeric

You cannot brush off your illness any longer. In the midst of talks with Aymeric, your dizziness finally overwhelms you.

You have a moment to see the shock on Aymeric’s face before you fall.

You blink your eyes open a moment later to find that Aymeric had caught you. Swooped in like a chivalrous knight and lifted you into his arms.

Aymeric stares into your face with concern. “Are you well, my dearest? You near fainted into mine arms!”

Like a swooning maiden.

You feel a mild sense of embarrassment at that. “Forgive me, my lord. I may have been pushing myself overmuch as of late.”

Aymeric shifts his hold on you, blue eyes soft as he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours. He feels deliciously cool against your feverish skin. “You’re burning up!” He says, mildly reproachful.

You avert your eyes and feel ten kinds of foolish for not allowing yourself time to rest.

“Come,” Aymeric sighs, hoisting you up higher in his arms and carrying you as he begins to walk. “I have a place you may use to rest.”

You cannot find it in you to protest. Merely burying your face in the soft blue cloth of Aymeric’s armour and breathing deep of his comforting scent.

Aymeric sets lowers you carefully to rest upon a comfortable bed that was dressed in his favored shade of blue. Plump, silken pillows does he fluff with a serious expression writ across his face before tucking them behind your back and under your head.

There is a knock at the door and Aymeric moves to answer it. The familiar face of his manservant enters your vision then, carrying a tray filled with various items. Bowls, cups, and crisply folded cloths. Aymeric accepts it with a grateful smile.

“My thanks,” Aymeric says. “Pray take the rest of the day to take your ease. I will be fine here.”

The manservant bows to him and you with a smile, “Yes, my lord.” Then takes his leave, closing the door behind him with nary a sound.

Aymeric is quick to set the tray aside, flicking open one of the cloths to refold again and dip in one of the bowls.

Aymeric leans down, lips brushing over your forehead in the barest of a kiss.

The cloth is cold as he lays it over your head. “All right?” He asks you.

You nod your head, but feel terribly guilty. “You cannot stay here to take care of me, what about your duties?”

Aymeric shakes his head. “Never you mind that. It has been taken care of. I would see you properly nourished and well rested. I have had tea and soup brought, which would you prefer first?”

You sigh, smiling at him and giving in. “Does the tea come with birch syrup?”

Aymeric favors you with his devastating smile. “You know me too well. Of course. Tea, then?”

- - -

Estinien

“Estinien, I need to get up!” You wiggle, halfhearted, from your spot pinned underneath him.

Estinien nuzzles his face in your neck, grumbling lowly. “No. Sick people need rest. I would see to it that you stay in bed.”

You huff, refusing to give up so easily. Trying your best to slide out from under him. “Heroes don’t get days off! Eorzea is in peril every day!”

Estinien wraps himself around you, his voice like a growl. “I care not, you do now. And will from now on. Eorzea be damned for a few bloody days!”

You grunt in shock. “Days?! Estiniieeen!”

Estinien radiates smugness. You can feel his smile as he kisses at your throat. “Days. Mine sweetheart requires rest.”

You push at him with the strength of a day old kitten, exhausted just from your struggle. Very much ill.

“Estinien,” You say weakly. “At least keep your distance? You could get sick…”

Estinien holds you tighter in refusal. Nuzzling at you like an oversized cat. “No. I’ll not leave you.”

You slump back, overly tired and finally admitting defeat. “Fine. You win. Cuddle me until you’re ill, you stubborn man!”

Estinien chuckles. “As it should be!” And lifts his head to kiss your lips.

You frown at him. “Are you trying to get sick?”

Estinien hums, blue grey eyes smoldering at you. “Naught will keep me from kissing you. From loving you. Threat of illness or no.”

You bite your lip, feeling weak and rather emotional. “The things you say…”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry!

Estinien smiles, soft and sweet and laughs as you bury your hands in his hair to drag his lips to yours.

“I love you.”

- - -

Foulques

“Foulques! Put me down!” You shout, hanging over his shoulder as you kick and struggle with only mild effectiveness.

“No!” Foulques spits back, slapping you sharply on the backside. “You’ll not stop me! I know what you look like in full health and that mess of a battle back there was far from it!” He gives a sarcastic laugh, “Azure Dragoon, hah! I’ve seen better footwork from those fools in the Lancer’s guild!”

You bristle at that. Unsure whether to be offended on the behalf of your fellow Lancers or on your training of Azure Dragoon. Both. Both was good!

Smack!

Foulques freezes with such abruptness that it jerks you against his back. His voice growling out of him like an irritated, hissing couerl, “How dare you. You’ll pay for that.”

You smack his backside again. Testing your luck, surely - but far too irritated with his treatment of you thus far to be more than mildly concerned about it.

Foulques smacks you just the same in return, squeezing your cheek firmly. “You’re lucky you’re ill, or else I’d have a mind for a different kind of retribution!”

Foulques is clearly irked that he cannot do the things he wants.

You huff, “As if I’d let you after what you said! How dare you insult me! To think I was meaning to show you a few moves!”

You give a startled sound as Foulques hauls you from his shoulder, sliding you down his body and looking into your eyes with irritation all but forgotten in his eagerness. “You mean it?!” He asks with such a large, uncharacteristic smile that you are left speechless. How could you deny him with such a face? What a turnabout.

Your flushed cheeks feel even hotter as you avert your eyes. “Of course I mean it. You really want to?”

Foulques smile softens and you give a flustered huff as he yanks you close and squeezes his arms around you in a firm hug.

You sigh, melting into him with a leftover grumble. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t have this power over you. To rile you up and then soothe you so effortlessly with just the hint of his stupidly charming smile.

Foulques hums contentedly. “Then I would make sure you are better. You cannot show me properly if you cannot even mind your footwork.”

You frown. “Is that all I am to you? A means to sharpen your skills?”

Foulques laughs. “Of course not! Do not be ridiculous. Are you not aware of your worth? You truly are a fool then.”

You grunt, struggling in his arms in offense. If he was going to be rude…!

Foulques does not let you go. Holding you close as he leans in, his voice a low murmur as he sighs, “You mean the world to me, do you not understand?”

You pause, tilting your head to look at him. “You mean it?” Searching those pretty violet eyes for sweet sounding lies.

His face is serious. No trace of teasing, of mean intent. “Of course.” He steps back, opening his arms for you, “Come. You require rest.”

You cross your arms. “I’m perfectly capable of walking.”

Foulques frowns. “I wish to carry you.”

You blink, toeing the ground and rubbing at a bruise on your side. “Oh..? Well, all right then.”

Foulques seems pleased as he scoops you up again. Cradling you in his arms in a proper bridal carry this time.

You smile up at his face. “When are you going to make your move and finally kiss me?”

Foulques stumbles. Coughs. Completely avoids your laughing eyes. “When will I..? When you’re better!”

You laugh so hard that you give yourself a coughing fit.

“Don’t cough on me! Who knows what you picked up on your ridiculous outlandish travels?!”

What a rude man. Why did you like him so much? - - -

Haurchefant

“Haurchefant, I really don’t think I need any more blankets…?” You stare at the mound of blankets and furs covering you, curled up as you are in Haurchefant’s bed, in Haurchefant’s personal quarters.

Haurchefant grins, hoisting a pillow up high. “These ones are for me, dear heart! I shall sleep at your side this night. ‘Tis bitterly cold this night and you shall not lack for another source of body heat!”

You smile tiredly. “Are you not afraid you’ll fall ill? What would the camp do without you?”

Haurchefant laughs. “Never fear, my sweet! I’ve more than one knight capable of handling matters in mine absence.” He tosses the pillow beside you, his blanket draping over the bed as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

You laugh as he drags his lips down your face to kiss the tip of your nose, turning your face away and holding him off with your hands against his chest. “You’ll get sick!”

Haurchefant gives a playful whine. “Darling, please? Do not deny me the pleasure of your kisses! Your sweet, luscious lips! Nay, such cruelty does not become you!”

You huff a flustered laugh. What a ridiculous man. “I don’t want you to be sick, you silly man!”

Haurchefant grasps one of your hands, raising it up to his face to kiss over your wrist and up your arm. “I do not care. ‘Tis worth such a risk for the gift of your kisses!”

You snort at that. “No funny business, you frisky lord! Kisses are never just kisses with you!”

Haurchefant pouts. “Just kisses, you have my word! Please? Pretty please?”

He kisses over your shoulder and up your neck, light fleeting things that slightly tickled. Sweet and soft in a way that already made your resolve begin to crumble.

“You cheat,” You sigh. He knew your weakness.

Haurchefant is inordinately pleased, of course. “Full glad am I to be someone who, you - the mightiest Warrior of Warriors! - may allow yourself to be weak to!”

You cup his face between your hands. Caressing those sharp cheekbones with sweeps of your thumbs, watching as Haurchefant leaned into your touch like an eager pet waiting to be patted. You squish his cheeks under your palms, but Haurchefant only grins and insists, “Kisses!”

You laugh and drag his face to yours. You kiss the tip of his birdlike nose, delighting in the pleased flutter of his eyelashes.

You kiss just under his eyes, over the shadows that often lingered there. Haurchefant sighs sweetly.

You kiss each of his cheeks, laughing breathily as Haurchefant makes tiny needy sounds each time you skip over his deliberately puckered lips.

“All right, all right!” You conceed as Haurchefant give a pleading whine. “So demanding!”

Haurchefant hums as you kiss him on the lips. Starting from the corner of his mouth and sweeping across to the other. To the bow of his lips. His pouting lower lip.  

“You tease me!” Haurchefant says, but sounds oddly happy about it. “Even when ill, you are so wicked to me! Devlish!”

You cannot help but laugh. He was so much fun. So very funny.

You kiss him full on the mouth, grinning impishly as Haurchefant wrapped his arms around you greedily. Like a child with their favored stuffed animal.

You rake your fingers through his hair. Thoroughly mussing him as you are wont to enjoy doing.

“Mmm!” Haurchefant groans. Face flushed and teeth glinting with his beaming grin. “Better! I shall kiss you well, my sweet!”

You shake your head. “Kiss me better? Are you certain ‘tis not the medicines, the alchemists, and healers you had sent to speed along mine recovery?”

Haurchefant taps your nose, winking cheekily with his finger in the air. “One could not do overmuch to see their love well! Ah, but the power of love, dear heart! With that we can achieve many things!”

You sigh, tugging at his arms. “Yes, yes. Come to bed, won’t you? You’ve tired me, my lord.”

Haurchefant has that particular twinkle in his eye. His smile taking on a hungry curve.

You toss his pillow in his face. “Not that way! We said only kisses!”

Haurchefant hugs his pillow to his chest with a pout. “Truly, your health could not improve soon enough!”

You snort, turning into your pillow with a smile. “Bed! Sleep!”

Haurchefant shifts around as he finishes getting ready for bed, and it is not long before he slots himself behind you. His arms curving around you under the mountain of blankets he had brought.

You turn in his arms without him asking, burrowing against the warmth of his muscular chest with a sleepy sigh.

Haurchefant sighs your name and kisses the top of your head, “I love you.”

You snuggle closer. “I love you more.”

Haurchefant chuckles.