#wolchefant child

[akirakirxaa]

Day 10: Summer

Amelie swore her parents acted more like children than she did.

Akira noticed late in the evening that her daughter had left the beach, and found her fast asleep on a bench in the island's cabin.

Before they went to bed, the happy couple decided to stay up just a little longer to enjoy the stars.

[akirakirxaa]

Here's my Wolchefant kid OC, Amelie! <3 She's half Elezen, half Auri.

I love the ff community sometimes, like, with my OC post, I still get notes, I have followed like, 100 or so new blogs, I get to see so many pretty characters. I could say, "Hey, show me your elezen!" And get dozens of screenshots on this post.

In fact.

Please show me your elezen, I feel like I never see them.

[irikotsuwamono]

Wolchefant Week 2023 - Day 5: Other Papa

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48381874

Rated: General

Summary: "One winter day, the Warrior of Light recounts her past love and current loves with her child over making a pot of hot chocolate."

Word Count: 2.7k

[pangolinheart]

FFXIVWrite DAY 23 - SUIT PT. 1

At the suggestion of @akirakirxaa I tried my hand at a little WoLchefant Regency AU, though I didn't get quite as far as I had hoped. I'll probably add a little bit to it as today's Extra Credit

[Link to pt. 2]

Rating: General Genre: Romance, fluff, Regency Era AU Characters: Haurchefant Greystone, Warrior of Light (Z'rhiki Irhi) Relationships: Haurchefant Greyston/Warrior of Light Word Count: 555 Warnings: None

She must be here somewhere. He knew because he had heard her boisterous laughter echoing through the hall, and had even seen some of the sour faces it had produced as he weaved his way through the throng of cordially chatting lords and ladies. To many in attendance, the sound was vulgar and uncouth, but he found it all-but irresistible. He had tried to seek her out then, but had been interrupted by the young Francel de Haillenarte, desperate for something to do besides stand around awkwardly. Having known Francel for many years, and counting the younger man among his friends, Haurchefant was happy to distract him with conversation, even at the expense of his search. Francel, being a shy and bookish sort, felt even more out of place at such affairs than Haurchefant did, despite being much more welcome at them. Though the lowly fourth son of a noble house, he was at least a legitimate son of one, and thus warranted inclusion on guest lists. Haurchefant’s attendance was treated as more of an unpleasant side-effect. It was known that one could not invite the Count de Fortemps or his eligible young sons without also extending an invitation to his bastard middle child. But House Fortemps was still an influential and wealthy one, and to snub the family was a grave social faux pas. Unlike Francel, though, Haurchefant was outgoing and charismatic, if considered a bit eccentric by the more conservative nobles, and was even well liked among some of his peers, much to the chagrin of their parents. Though he could certainly think of things he would rather be doing, he had little trouble engaging other men in polite conversation or asking young ladies to dance. Francel, on the other hand, had never been comfortable at large gatherings. He was kind, and thoughtful, but perhaps a bit too thoughtful – he found the many intricacies of social etiquette overwhelming and intimidating.  

They had conversed for a while about all manner of topics. Francel was especially interested in business and sciences, and particularly in their potential applications to social welfare. He had always just read an interesting book or article on something he wished to share with Haurchefant, who was happy to listen and offer his thoughts. Eventually, though, in an effort both to assist his young friend and to free up his own time to continue his pursuit, he had managed to secure a dance partner for Francel. But by that time the laughter that had drawn him into its gravity had long faded.

His eyes scanned the sea of faces, taking care to look between bodies as they parted and under arms as they rose to twirl their dance partners; he would never find her by looking over the crowd. He searched and searched, and was beginning to despair of ever finding her when, by some blessed providence, he caught sight of her warmly glowing eyes through the throng of dancers. She was looking straight at him, gaze laden with meaning. Though caught off-guard, he smiled, unconsciously adjusting the lapels of his blue suitcoat. Their eyes lingered on one another for a long moment, but when he blinked she was gone. No doubt out the garden door, he mused. Always the troublemaker. His smile widened into a grin as he made to follow.

[whimsykeii]

Wolchefant Week Day 2: AU

AU: Childhood Friends

Instead of going to Thanalan like most Ala Mhigan refugees, a wrong turn in Alder Springs lands the Walders in Ishgard.

Growing up as the sole child of a potter and a carpenter, Altheia knows what it’s like to feel like a stranger in your own home. Frequenting the Pillars, she has seen Haurchefant storm off to House Haillenarte many a time, sometimes from within that very manor.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Family

“Family” for the final fill for Wolchefant Week 2023 featuring Jealous Goddess (femroe!Agi), Haurchefant, Aymeric, Estinien, and the newest member of their family. SFW.

Jealous Goddess, for seemingly the millionth time that day, felt herself tearing up.

“Ah, what a sweet child you are, Esme! Look at her little yawn! Isn’t she precious?” Haurchefant cooed, holding the infant against his bare, hairy chest. “What a little sweetheart! I can already see she has our beloved wife’s face, and of course, our dear grump’s ears.” He glanced at Estinien, whose face turned red.

“Well, we can only hope Esme has more of Jealous’s traits than mine, especially looks.” Estinien grumbled, moving back to the bed to sit next to her.

She rolled her eyes and elbowed Estinien. “Oh please! How many times must I tell you that you’re very handsome, love.” Oh Estinien, my grumpy dragon…you are more beautiful than you will ever know.

“An infinite number of times, I assure you.” Aymeric smirked, now taking Esme from Haurchefant and placing her against his own bare chest. “That’s it, little one. I’m your father too. We love you so very much.” We didn’t think you were even possible, Esme. How happy were all were when we found out about you…even with all the world-ending insanity.

Haurchefant wrapped an arm around Aymeric and kissed his cheek. “Tis true, Esme. We adore you so. You will never want for love in our family, dear child.” Smiling softly at the infant, tears fell down his face. “Our family. I dreamed of it so often…how wonderful it would be…and now you’re here with us, mon bébé. A whole new adventure in life and love together, all of us…as a family.”

Oh fuck, here come the tears again. She took her glasses off and tried to wipe her eyes as discreetly as possible. Failed.

“Hey, you okay?” Estinien whispered, his pale blue eyes full of concern. “It’s been a lot today, sweetheart. If you and Esme need some time alone, then—”

Jealous shook her head. “No, no. It’s not that. I mean, yes, it’s been a lot today, but that doesn’t mean I want you to go. I’m…it’s…” Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “We have our very own family now, don’t we?” She opened her eyes and put her glasses back on, looking at each of the three men with a soft smile on her face. “Esme’s here. There’s no world-ending events. It’s just the four…oh fuck me…five of us together.”

“To the five of us and those to come.” Estinien murmured, holding a glass of water in one of his scarred and calloused hands. “May we and they know…continue to know true happiness, love, and…” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Always have each other.”

“Here, here.” Aymeric nodded, kissing Esme’s very bald head. I already know Haurche wants to put all sorts of bows and headbands on her. “To our not-so-little family.”

“May the Fury bless and keep us, now and forever.” Haurchefant prayed, still looking at Esme in awe.

Jealous could only nod quickly in agreement, more tears flowing, before she sobbed, “I JUST FUCKING LOVE YOU ALL SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!”

All three laughed, especially Haurchefant. “Ah yes, darling! That’s what it all boils down to! I fucking love you all too!”

Oh gods, I’ve inadvertently started a new family tradition, haven’t I? Oh dear.

[nyahdias]

Wolchefant Day 1: First Kiss 💋

Finally, a moment of peace. Closing her eyes, N’ya sighed, doing her best to enjoy the feel of the winds against her face. Traveling with Emmanellain was enough of a chore, but, of course, the youngest Lord Fortemps had to outdo himself and get captured by a local tribe to make their trip to Sea of Clouds even more special. 

“That sigh wouldn’t be aimed at me, would it?” She could hear the smile in the familiar voice and could not help one of her own.

“But, of course, you were late after all,” N’ya teased, finally opening her eyes and turning around only to find Haurchefant right up on her, causing her entire face to turn pink at his closeness.

“Late!? You say that as though you’re not more than capable of taking down a group of beastmen on your own. You barely needed my men or me at all,” The elezen replied confidently, seemingly unaware of his proximity to her. N’ya giggled, reaching up a hand to gently smack at his chest.

“Capable would mean I wouldn’t have left Emmanellain to his own devices in the first place,” She shook her head, looking down at her feet in shame. The Miqo’te had been all too eager to get away from the man-child, and her lack of patience had nearly cost Emmanellain's life (or so his dramatics would lead everyone to believe).

A gloved hand tilted her face up, and she felt her heart flutter at the reassuring smile on Haurchefant’s lips. “The adventure will be good for him, I think. Maybe not right now, but down the line. He’ll learn from it-” A tiny snort. “He will!” Haurchefant protested, his expression falling into an adorable pout. ‘Too cute…’ Suddenly, N’ya found herself leaning on her toes to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“Your faith in people never ceases to amaze me,” She murmured as she settled back on her feet. The elezen stared at her with a dazed look before his signature grin settled back in.

“If my faith in others gets me that type of reaction from you, I’ll start believing in them even harder,” He laughed before cradling her face gently with his hands and pulling her in for another kiss. 

[akirakirxaa]

Oooh I really love the Emet raising WoL AU you've got there, that's a cool idea. I definitely get the idea of him potentially seeing the WoL as nothing but a child that doesn't know better considering the whole thousands of years old thing.

Also if I wanted healthy relationships I wouldn't ship EmetWol so no worries about that lol. That's what I have Wolchefant and Wolraha for.

Thanks for your thoughts! <3

I love romantic emetwol lots, but platonic emetwol but it’s just as toxic, I have so many aus for this type and so many thoughts, I need to gather courage to talk about it because I love the idea so much

[akirakirxaa]

Day 4: New Adventure

Having lived in Ishgard all her life, Amelie was well familiar with her elezen heritage, but her mother never really spoke of her auri heritage. When she asked, Akira decided the best way to tell her about it was to show her. Together they journeyed to the Azim Steppe, Amelie absorbing everything with wide, excited eyes. Clearly the people of the Steppe hadn't forgotten everything Akira had done for them, as they greeted her daughter with polite welcomes and smiles.

Some a little too polite, but if Amelie noticed she didn't show it.

[akirakirxaa]

Day 13: Ancient Times

Bonus last screen without dialogue:

[akirakirxaa]

Day 12: Sun

While she was training, Amelie spent her downtime around the island, helping her parents care for the animals and plants.

[akirakirxaa]

Day 3: Spring

When Amelie was a child, her mother gave her a glowing flower. She said it was very rare and precious, that it once symbolized hope at the edge of the universe.

Silly bedtime stories, surely. Even still, though, she kept it always.

[akirakirxaa]

Day 14: Night

It was a beautiful night. Amelie had returned to Sharlayan, volunteering to escort Elisa's expedition at the Studium. She sat outside in a quiet corner, reflecting on her hasty training and assuring herself that, though hurried, it would be plenty for a simple escort for a researcher.

"Oh, there you are!"

She turned to see said researcher approaching with a smile, though she seemed...fidgety.

"How did you know I was here?" Amelie asked.

"I heard I have an escort for my trip," she smirked at the silver haired woman, who ducked her head, shyly pushing hair out of her face.

"Ah, well...my father used to be a knight, so he taught me a few things..." Amelie mumbled, putting her hands in her lap and willing them to stay still.

"I'm glad to hear it," Elisa smiled at her, then continued. "Actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about..."

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[akirakirxaa]

Day 9: Mirror

Maybe Amelie was looking too much into it. Elisa probably only saw them as friends, right? She wasn't dumb, she knew how people looked at her as she grew up, the disgusted looks given to her scales when people thought she wasn't looking. Clearly Elisa could do better.

Amelie took a breath, calming her spiraling panic. She wouldn't know unless she tried. But how could she stand out? What could she do to impress her? She thought about Elisa's upcoming field study and remembered she still needed an escort. An idea springing to her mind, she grabbed her linkpearl.

"Father! Good, you answered. Listen, I need some help..."

[akirakirxaa]

Day 11: Day

Amelie's parents were fully supportive of her learning to wield a sword and shield. Her mother had plenty of old gear in storage to give Amelie a full set of defensive armor, with a good set of weapons. Her father took up the role of teaching her, since even though it wasn't Akira's specialty she worried that her own battle prowess would be a bit too much for teaching someone new to the craft. So she watched from the side, trying to squash down the worry in her gut.

[akirakirxaa]

Day 7: Friends

Amelie was used to people keeping their distance. Though it had come a long way since she was born, at least according to her mother anyways, Ishgard was still less than accepting of those who were born...different. Which included a half elezen, half au ra born of the bastard son of a noble. Even with her mother having literally ended the Dragonsong War and brokering peace between the nation and dragons, all that did was other her more. But at home, it was okay because she at least had her parents, and their friends, her extended family.

But in Sharlayan, where she knew no one, she felt more alone than ever. She linkpearled home almost every night, feeling foolish doing so every time until she heard the voices of her mother and father delighted to hear about her always incredibly mundane day. Still, though, she wished she had someone closer to her own age to talk to.

"You're new here, right?" Amelie jumped out of her skin and her head swiveled to see an incredibly tall woman with lopped leporine ears and pawed feet. "Are you here on scholarship?"

"Oh, no," Amelie huffed a slightly dismissive chuckle. "I'm not going to the Studium. I've just never been away from home and my mother had some connections here, so Sharlayan seemed like a good place to start."

"You're not wrong!" the woman chuckled. "I was just on my way to get something from the Last Stand, care to join me?"

"I-I'd love to," Amelie offered a nervous smile. "I work there, so I can get us a discount too."

Maybe making friends wasn't as hard as she thought it would be.