#oc: valeria yae galvus

[akirakirxaa]

𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑧

[ the full screens cause they're pretty ]

#ffxiv #emet-selch #oc: akira kirxaa #oc: valeria yae galvus #oc: persephone 'azem' #azemet #emetwol #ship: the bitter truth #ship: distant skies #ship: once upon a dream #au ra xaela #garlean oc #empress of garlemald #azem #ancient oc #final fantasy xiv #wol #warrior of light #au ra #gpose #reshade

[ayyydra]

Heya!

My name is Adra and I am 29 years old! I have an array of interests, but my current hyperfixation is Trigun!

I am of Greek background and can speak, read and write the language!

A list of other interests;

Trigun

One Piece

Final Fantasy (VI, VII, XIV and Dissidia mainly)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gangsta

Berserk

KatanaZERO

Fate Series

NieR: Automata/NieR: Replicant

I am a hobbyist artist and writer and am continuing to learn to write and make art for myself! I have some of my writing pieces posted to my Ao3 which can be found here. My Ao3 is locked to prevent AI scraping! I don't feel too comfortable/confident in sharing my writing on tumblr.

In saying that…

Any art that I make can be found under the tag 'Adra arts', and any writing that I happen post here can be found under the tag 'Adra writes'. However, for the sake of ease of access, here is a little list of my characters and my writings!

---O.C's---

Simela Simeonidis (Trigun/Eye of Michael OC.)

Adrasteia Melas (Final Fantasy XIV, Warrior of Light OC)

Valeria yae Galvus (Final Fantasy XIV, Empress OC [Empress to Solus zos Galvus])

Katerina Nakamura (My Hero Academia, the cat hero, Burmese! Quirk: Burmese Cat)

Rhea Iliadou (Fate Series, Master O.C)

*Characters with a strike through denote O.C's that are on hiatus, not active, or are no longer in active use (Either RP or writing in fics). If you would like to learn more about my O.C's, please do not hesitate to send through an ask! I would be more than happy to respond to your question/s!

---WRITING---

Trigun Fic Masterlist (A comprehensive/growing list of Trigun fics! These fics are in NO particular order! Ao3 links to these will also be attached.)

Enjoy your visit! <3

#Pinned post #chances are I will make a lot of edits to this along the way... #it's not aesthetically pleasing either but it does the job!

[valeriagalvus]

LFRP; Valeria yae Galvus

Founding mother of Garlemald and wife of Solus zos Galvus/Ascian Emet-Selch. Former Tribunus Angusticlavius and The Green Dragon of Garlemald.

“Don’t you know? Rome was not built in a day.”

Character Information

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Notes - Single-ship only with chemistry (Emet-Selch/Solus zos Galvus) - Mun and Muse 25+ - Galvus relatives welcome - OC/NPC, WoL/WoD, Garlean, Ascian and Amaurotine friendly

Reblogs and likes welcome!

#FFXIV RP #Garlean O.C #FF RP

[akirakirxaa]

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆

#ffxiv #oc: valeria yae galvus #ship: once upon a dream #solus zos galvus #first empress of garlemald #garlean oc #gpose #emetwol #not really because she's not the wol but whatever close enough lol #emet-selch #regency #the daily prompt in the swap discord was regency so this happened

[akirakirxaa]

Yet in spite of himself, when he cradled the newborn in his arms and stroked that downy hair, he could not help but hope. For what, he could not be certain, but he hoped nonetheless.

-- Tales from the Shadows, Through His Eyes

The swap discord's daily prompt today was "hope" and, of course, instead of thinking of something happy we're back in Sad Old Man Hours. Look I can't help it, hope's in the quote twice after all.

#ffxiv #ship: once upon a dream #oc: valeria yae galvus #solus x empress #solus zos galvus #emet-selch #azemet #sort of since valeria is a shard of azem

[akirakirxaa]

🎃 to a Halloween/costume party!!

This set was super fun, I hope you enjoy!

Akira and G'raha as a witch and a kitsune spirit.

Valeria and Solus as a fairy and a wizard.

Hythlodaeus, Hades, and Persephone as a vampire victim, a vampire, and a demoness respectively. This set was my favorite. <3

#ffxiv #oc: akira kirxaa #g'raha tia #emet-selch #hythlodaeus #halloween costumes #gpose #thanks for the ask! #these were so fun #I really enjoyed it #oc: valeria yae galvus #oc: persephone 'azem' #ship: once upon a dream #ship: drunk on stars #hythazemet #ship: distant skies

[akirakirxaa]

Year in Review 2023 - Gpose

#ffxiv #gpose #year in review #oc: akira kirxaa #oc: valeria yae galvus #oc: persephone 'azem' #ship: distant skies #ship: red like roses #ship: drunk on stars #ship: once upon a dream #warrior of light #hythazemet #wolraha #garlean oc #solus x empress #emet x oc #if your favorite didn't make it I'm sorry I took too many pictures this year but these were my favorite from each month

[akirakirxaa]

No matter how many times he tried to get her to go to bed, she'd rather fall asleep on the couch as he read his reports.

He certainly didn't find it endearing, of course. Not for a moment.

He was fooling no one.

No matter how many times he reminded himself she wasn't real, not yet, the quiet glimpses he took of her soul settled his when everything was too much.

#ffxiv #emet-selch #gposers #first empress of garlemald #garlean oc #solus zos galvus #solus x empress #ship: once upon a dream #oc: valeria yae galvus

[akirakirxaa]

A royal wedding.

#ffxiv #RavencraftStudios #oc: valeria yae galvus #solus zos galvus #ship: once upon a dream #solus x empress #garlean oc #wedding shoot #idk I just really wanted to take a picture of valeria dolled up for her wedding

[akirakirxaa]

✨ to a ball

Persephone's can be found here, but here's the rest, starting with Akira x Haurch! I decided to keep their colors a bit more muted than the others have been.

And Valeria x Solus. :3 Valeria gets put in ball gowns a lot so I tried to go with one I haven't used before.

#ffxiv #ship: once upon a dream #ship: red like roses #oc: akira kirxaa #oc: valeria yae galvus #thanks for the ask! #garlean oc #au ra xaela

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Day 5: Barbarous

Rating: M

Word Count: 1041

Warnings: Violence and torture

Summary: Emperor Solus deals with a rebel that made some...questionable choices.

Master Post

The Emperor stormed through the palace, and staff and military officials alike knew better than to call for his attention in this state. He stalked towards the dungeons, shoulders set, eyes alight with anger and snapping at anyone foolish enough to interrupt him.

But no matter how angry Solus appeared to be, beneath the skin, Emet-Selch was furious.

That rebels had been bold enough to steal into his home and steal away his wife was one thing. A really irritating thing to be sure, but a small inconvenience easily corrected and the rebel cell that had done so dealt with in the usual way, kept as prisoners of war until the territory could be brought to heel.

But one of them had dared lay hands on her. Burned her skin and broke her bones and the image of her shaking as she clung to him with her one good hand stoked the flames even higher.

It was foolish, Lahabrea was right, Valeria was not her and never would be and to grow so attached to but a shard of her was a dangerous game.

He stopped before the guard outside of the most secure cells, in the deepest part of the dungeon.

"You may go," he dismissed tersely. The guard hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing the look on the Emperor's face, gave a brisk nod and headed off to whatever his next duties were. Once he was fully out of sight, Emet-Selch slunk inside.

He found his prisoner, the massive hrothgar that had been acting as the resistance group's torturer, not only locked in a cell but also changed by his wrists to the floor, keeping him hunched on his knees. His fur was dull and matted, suggesting rougher than necessary treatment from the guards that had escorted him. The leg Emet-Selch had shot looked swollen and inflamed.

Good.

"You!" The hrothgar's lips pulled back in a snarl as he lunged forward, straining against his restraints as he began to hurl hatred and accusations at the Emperor.

"No no," Emet-Selch snapped, and though the prisoner's mouth and throat continued to work, he fell completely silent. "I'm not here to listen to you prattle on. The only sounds I'm interested in hearing are your screams." The hrothgar's eyes widened and made quiet choking noises as he tried desperately to make some kind of noise, realizing too late that this man was no mere Garlean.

"Ah yes, where are my manners," Emet-Selch's face split in a mad grin as he flashed his glyph at the prisoner. "Emet-Selch, Ascian." The hrothgar scrambled back; whether he knew what an Ascian was or not, he was realizing quite quickly that he may have picked a fight that he really shouldn't have.

"I like to think we treat our prisoners fairly. We keep them fed and whole and they'll get to return to their families once this whole messy war is over, assuming their families don't foolishly throw their lives away on a losing war," Emet-Selch wandered closer to the bars, cold fury creeping into his expression. "But you took a woman who knew nothing and tortured her only for the crime of being my wife. So I'm sure you'll understand when I say that I'll be...returning the favor, so to speak." The prisoner let out a wordless snarl, words still lost to him, and Emet-Selch gave a cold smirk.

"Where do you think I should start, Torturer? Mayhap I shall remove every finger from your body, or burn the fur from your skin, or pluck your eyes out and smash them under my boot," he delighted in the way the anger in his prisoner's eyes gave way to fear. "Maybe we start with breaking every bone in your body the way you broke her arm, hmm?"

He snapped his fingers, and the man's arms jerked with a crack into unnatural angles. The prisoner howled in agony.

The following hours brought naught but more screams until the dungeons fell silent once more.

~¤○¤~

After making sure the cell looked as if the prisoner's death was much more mundane than it was, Emet-Selch took a moment to put his persona back into place before heading to check on his wife. She had been taken directly to the medical wing from the airship to finish treating her wounds, but should have been returned to their chambers to rest by now. Sure enough, he found her dozing amongst liberal pillows and blankets, though not quite asleep. She sleepily reached for him with her right arm, the one now encased in a cast, and he had to swallow down the anger it brought to the surface.

"How are you feeling, my dear?" He settled on the edge of their bed, gingerly taking Valeria's hand in his.

"Better. They gave m'somethin for th' pain, but's making ev'rthing kinda fuzzy," her words were a bit slurred, but she was comfortable and that was what mattered, he told himself. The medicine, the cast, all things that would pass with time and she'd be back to normal. Maybe she saw the hurting in his eyes, maybe she simply wanted closeness, but either way she gave a pat to the space next to her and looked at him expectantly. He gave a small, rueful smile before settling in next to her. She turned so that they lay nose-to-nose.

"Where were you?" She asked, a little less slurred. Emet-Selch was quiet for a moment.

"That barbarous savage will never lay a finger on you again," he decided to answer. Valeria lay quiet, and he worried he'd upset her. He knew she had not the stomach for the kind of cruelty he sometimes had to be party to.

"He's dead?" She finally asked.

"Yes." More silence, and then:

"Good."

She tucked her head down into his chest, carefully settling her casted arm between them, and it wasn't long until her breathing became slow and even with sleep. Still unsettled from the last few days, Emet-Selch chose to instead look at her soul.

Damaged it may be, but it still shone the color of sunsets, of fire, all warmth and beauty in rest. He curled around her, clinging as if to a lifeline.

I miss you, Persephone.

#ffxiv #my fanfiction #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #solus zos galvus #emet-selch #oc: valeria yae galvus #ship: once upon a dream #technically a follow up to an ask fill i did some time back #but all the relevant info is here you don't have to read both #pov: Emet-Selch

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 19: Weal

Rating: T

Word Count: 1575

Warnings: Depictions of physical abuse

Summary: The Emperor pays Valeria's family a visit. [Solus x Empress, Beginning of the Garlean Empire, direct continuation of Prompt 9.]

Master Post

Valeria padded as quietly as she could down the steep stairs to the attic door, tying her dress closed as she went. She pressed her ear to the door and strained to hear who might be at the door. She heard the soft noise of one of her sisters’ house boots tap tap tapping across the room to the door, irritated muttering following, and the creak of the door being pulled open.

Silence, or at least nothing that would reach the attic, followed for many moments. Then her sister returning across the room, followed by the sound of much heavier boots. She heard her second sister’s harried footsteps up the stairs to the second level, where the door to the attic was, but headed away from Valeria as she banged on her step-mother’s door.

“Mother, we need you downstairs, we have a…guest,” her sister’s voice was strained, anxious. There was some disgruntled grumbling before Valeria heard her step-mother open the door and follow her sister down the stairs. Assured that all her family were downstairs, she slipped on her house slippers — not what she would normally wear at the start of the day, but much quieter than a pair of boots — and crept out into the corridor, following it down to the landing overlooking the parlor.

She was shocked to see a small contingent of soldiers lined up on the far side of the room nearest the door. Her sisters and step-mother were opposite them. The younger women stood just behind the matriarch, upright but exuding a clearly nervous air. And in the center of the room was the subject of Valeria’s idle musings, Emperor Solus.

“Census records indicate that you have a household of four, yourself and three daughters,” he was saying, making a show of reading over a document he held that he clearly already knew the contents of. “And yet, only two stand here now.”

“I have only two daughters,” her stepmother snapped, glaring. “You must be speaking of my servant.”

“A servant that shares the same family name?” he challenged.

“A distant cousin. We exchange her work for room and board.”

“Interesting, because here—“ the emperor pulled another document from the hand of one of the officers attending, “I see that your late husband had left everything in his will to a ‘Valeria’, until the year before his death, when the beneficiary was changed to you. Neither of the women standing with you introduced themselves as Valeria, so unless he was unusually fond of this ‘distant cousin’, you are a liar.”

From her hiding place, she could see her stepmother’s back stiffen. She couldn’t hear the next words Solus spoke, but she saw her stepmother give a stiff nod before turning for the stairs. Valeria barely had the time to hurry back to her attic room, carefully closing the door as quietly as she could to pretend she hadn’t been eavesdropping. She sat at the shabby vanity she’d been repairing since she was a child, pretending to fuss with her hair as she listened to the approaching footsteps thumping up the stairs, clunking down the hall, before the door squealed upon opening and the furious face of her stepmother stormed in. Valeria turned to act surprised, only for the other woman to greet her with a sharp slap across her face. Valeria grit her teeth, covering the spot with her hands, as her stepmother dragged her to her feet.

“You are becoming more trouble than you’re worth,” she snarled into Valeria’s ear as she dragged her out into the hall. “It would be a boon if they executed you for breaking and entering!” She stormed around Valeria to lead the way down the stairs, and Valeria hesitated for several moments before following, smoothing her shabby dress as she realized she was vastly underdressed for the company. She wondered if he would even recognize her as she started down the stairs.

“There you are, my dear,” he gave her a soft smile, only for it to vanish as he frowned at her bruised eye. He crossed to meet her at the stairs, taking her chin in hand and running one thumb over the weal on her cheek where she’d been slapped. He turned sharply to her family, releasing her face as he did.

“I’ll not mince words. If she accepts, I intend to ask Valeria to be my Empress. I’m sure it will be a great loss—“ the words dripped with sarcasm and fury in equal measure “—but consider it my price for letting you get away with blatantly lying to my face. Should she not accept, I can think of no small number of families that would be happy to adopt a woman with the emperor’s favor and treat her well. Either way, should she wish it, you are to never speak to her again.”

Valeria’s mind had gone blank when she realized what he said. He…wanted to marry her? Her? She was certain she must’ve fallen back asleep while getting ready for the day. Valeria gave herself a quick pinch on one arm, hoping she was being subtle about it, but all it did was leave a red mark on her arm. Perhaps her stepmother realized she had lost, because she only nodded, even as her sisters exchanged concerned glances. Valeria knew it had nothing to do with any familial concerns for her and everything to do with the fact that now they would have to do their own chores.

“Do you need to collect anything before we depart?” Solus turned to ask Valeria kindly, and she glanced up towards the attic door. After a long moment, she shook her head. If she was really, truly escaping this place, she wanted nothing to remind her of it. And most of it was only barely serviceable, anyway.

“Nothing that can’t be replaced,” she murmured. The emperor nodded before offering her his arm, and, after just a moment of again reflecting on how she didn’t look like she belonged on an emperor’s arm, she took it, letting him lead her outside without looking back. Outside, a chill wind blew harshly through the threadbare dress she wore. Solus signaled to a nearby servant, who brought over a long, thick cloak that he placed carefully around her shoulders.

“How did you even know where to look? I didn’t give you my real name,” she dared to ask, and he gave a small, amused smirk.

“You have a very loyal friend, dear.” Satisfied that the cloak would shield her properly from the cold, he led her towards a large machine, some magitek thing Valeria wasn’t familiar with that resembled a carriage. “She was ready to take your name to her grave if I hadn’t assured her I had nothing but good intentions. Her deal was that if she told me your name, I had to get you away from your family. Now I see why.” His gaze hardened again as he took in the bruising on her face.

“Y-you said you wanted… That you…”

“Want you to marry me?” He gave a soft smile as he lifted one of her hands to his lips, and, despite the cold, she felt like her face was on fire. “Would you?”

She hesitated. She barely knew him. They’d had a good time at the ball, it’s true, and he did just save her from a life of suffering with her family, but… She had no idea who he really was. Perhaps he could see the conflict in her face, because he dropped her hand gently, giving her space.

“You can tell the truth, I’ll accept it either way,” he assured her.

“I… It’s not that I don’t want to, but… we hardly know each other!” Valeria stared down at her slippered feet, growing colder by the moment. “I just… I always imagined being courted properly. You know, wooed, treated to dinners, getting to know the person I’m to spend the rest of my life with. I didn’t ever think I would get it, but… I dreamed.” She glanced up nervously, only to see a delighted smile illuminating Solus’s face.

“If that’s all, there’s nothing saying we have to get married tomorrow. If the lady wants to be courted, then that’s what she’ll get,” he opened the door, ignoring the officer that had stepped forward to do so, and helped her inside. It was far warmer than outside, and the interior was plush and comfortable. He took the spot across from her, the door closing behind him. She jumped as the machine rumbled to life and started to move.

“Is this your first time using magitek?” he asked curiously, and she nodded. “Much more comfortable than beast powered carriages. Faster too. We’ll be at the palace soon.”

“I’m sorry if it was presumptuous of me to not bring any of my belongings,” she apologized. He laughed.

“Valeria, even had you brought everything you owned, do you really think I wouldn’t give my empress anything she wished for?” He reached for her hand, holding it in both of his. “Don’t worry about any of it. I will take care of you the way you deserve to be.” Valeria felt tears welling up for hells knew what reason, and she swallowed thickly before nodding. They spent the rest of the ride in comfortable silence, and she couldn’t help but wonder if her life could truly turn around so easily.

#ffxiv #solus x empress #garlean oc #solus zos galvus #oc: valeria yae galvus #garlean empire #regency vibes #familial abuse #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #my writing #my fanfiction #fanfic #pre-empressification

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 9: Fair

Rating: T

Word Count: 453

Warnings: Mentions of familial abuse

Summary: Valeria gets ready the morning after the ball, nursing an injury.

Master Post

Valeria touched her face gently as she looked in the small hand mirror. A large, mottled bruise over her eye marred her fair features on one side where her stepmother had struck her when she returned home the previous evening. It throbbed with a dull pain as she pressed at the edges, a quiet hiss escaping her.

“I told you, you were to stay home!” the woman had snarled at her as Valeria clutched her face, expression twisted into a grimace as she desperately held in the tears building from the pain of the blow. “Now not only have you disobeyed me, but now you’ve broken into the royal palace and may very well bring the wrath of the Emperor himself down on our heads!”

Valeria rubbed a salve into the bruising carefully. Honestly, she couldn’t care less if her stepmother took the brunt of her recklessness. If anything, it would be her just deserts. No, she was far more concerned that her family wouldn’t face repercussions. That Valeria would be the only one bearing the brunt of her night out.

She began to brush her flaxen hair, staring into space as she tried to tune out the sounds of movement from below as the house awoke. Wasn’t it worth it, though? The ball had been beautiful, the music and food and watching couples twirl about on the dance floor and…

In another world, another life, maybe she would have attended as actual nobility. Maybe she would have been able to tell the Emperor her true name when she accepted his help up when she stumbled. Maybe they would have danced and talked late into the night and maybe she would have received a request for her hand—

No. She stopped her imaginings there. It was more than she had any right to even think about. She would be lucky to get even a lowborn husband with the way her stepmother treated her. Or, more likely, she would be basically sold off to some rich and distasteful man who couldn’t attract a partner on his own. She’d be trapped in an unhappy marriage with no resources to escape it.

But she couldn’t stop thinking about the kind face or golden eyes of Emperor Solus leading her confidently in a dance unfamiliar to her, the way her heart felt like this was right, the way she’d gotten so lost in it all that she’d forgotten she’d needed to beat her family home. Yes, it had been worth a black eye for an evening of pretending she could have better than she was destined for.

She heard a knock at the door below, and wondered who that could possibly be so early in the day.

#ffxiv #ship: once upon a dream #oc: valeria yae galvus #pre-Empress #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #tw: abuse #my writing #my fanfiction #solus zos galvus #mentioned anyways #cinderella retelling #garlean oc

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 6: Ring

Rating: T

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: None

Summary: Valeria is hit with nerves just before she is to walk down the aisle at her wedding to the Emperor. Noelle, her best friend and soon to be Lady in Waiting, talks her through it.

Master Post

There were so many people!

Valeria peeked into the packed room through the servants' side door. Bigger than her old house, bigger than multiple houses probably, it was full of important military leaders and prominent nobles and people rich or important enough to warrant an invitation to the main event.

"Oh hells," she muttered to herself, quietly closing the door and trying to keep herself from hyperventilating. She was going to have to walk down the aisle in front of a crowd of very important, very powerful strangers. What if she tripped? What if she did something embarrassing? What if there was an assassin hiding in the crowd and-

"Alright, it's almost time for your cue, let's get you- Val? Are you okay?" Noelle, a tiny Hyuran woman, came bustling over to her, hands reaching up to cup Valeria's distraught - and growing more distraught by the moment - face and pull her down to Noelle's level.

"I can't do this!" Valeria whispered to her friend, as if to keep the empty corridor they stood in from hearing. Despite the corset fitted to her this morning being comfortable at the time, now it felt suffocating. Noelle looked at her thoughtfully for a moment.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," she said, turning on her heel and leaving her friend in the corridor alone. After a few minutes (during which Valeria heavily considered running), Noelle returned, hair slightly askew.

"What did you do?" Valeria eyed her friend warily as she slipped her hand into her own.

"I got the quartet to buy us some time," she explained. "They're going to replay a section from earlier before your cue. I told them you tripped over your train and we needed a moment to fix it. Now then-" she led her friend over to a bench, sitting Valeria down and arranging her voluminous ivory skirts before settling down herself. "What's going on?"

"I can't go out there," Valeria's wide eyes glanced at the huge double doors she was meant to appear from behind. "There's so many people out there, Noelle, important people. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I trip? Or faint? What if there's an assassin in the crowd ready to kill the new Empress? What if I'm a bad Empress? What if he's only been pretending to be nice to get me to marry him and now-"

"Val, Val, stop for a second," Noelle gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "First off, not everyone is like your family. You have to stop waiting for people to 'inevitably'-" she lifted her free hand to make quotes in the air "-be horrible. I've seen how he looks at you when you're not looking. If it's not love I'll eat your dress, petticoats and all."

"Secondly, stop thinking about this as a job interview. It's your wedding! You're getting married to someone you really like just like so many others do every day." At that, Valeria let out a hysterical little laugh.

"Ah yes, plenty of people marry into royalty," her voice dripped with sarcasm and Noelle sighed.

"You know what I mean. All you have to do is focus on getting to the end of that aisle," Noelle patted Valeria's arm. "You know, people say if you're afraid of public speaking, you should picture your audience in their undergarments so it feels less serious. Of course," Noelle's face twisted into a mischievous smirk. "You might wanna be careful with that, don't wanna get distracted thinking about your impending wedding night..." Valeria smacked Noelle on the shoulder as the Hyuran woman flinched away, hiding her face in her other hand.

"Did you have to bring that up, too?" Valeria grumbled into her hand, words muffled as Noelle tried to stifle her own snickers.

"What, are you not looking forward to it? And here I thought you said he was handsome." Her voice turned taunting as Valeria's face turned a light pink.

"No, it's not... I... I've never done that before!" She stammered out, and Noelle blinked.

"What, never? You're so pretty I'd have thought you'd have had suitors practically falling at your feet, even considering how...unpleasant your family was."

"Yes, well, my stepmother was very good at ensuring everyone knew to stay away. Hells, you're already my only friend, and if I couldn't even keep friends, how could I have...no, just. I never did," she finished somewhat lamely, twisting a dangling gem of the delicate necklace she wore anxiously.

"Well, put that back on the shelf to worry about later," Noelle said firmly. "Besides, think about it, lots of people like it enough to do it a lot so, frankly, you shouldn't have anything to worry about." Valeria groaned, burying her reddening face in her hands.

"Thanks for the encouragement."

"You're welcome!" Noelle produced a small pouch from...somewhere, retrieving cosmetics from inside and pulling Valeria's hands away from her face. "Well, at least we won't need to fix your blush."

Valeria sat still as Noelle carefully touched up her smeared makeup, wiping away that which was out of place and darkening that which had been wiped away. When she was done, there was no evidence left of Valeria's distress besides the apprehension still in her eyes.

"Come on, it's almost time," Noelle pushed her spectacles back up her nose and pulled Valeria to her feet, circling her to make sure her skirt was laying smooth all the way around. "Remember, one foot in front of the other. And if you faint, I'll drag you the rest of the way. I'm right behind you. Oh, and don't forget to give me your bouquet when you get to the end!"

"What? Why?" Valeria craned her neck to look at Noelle taking her place just behind her, ready to mind the truly monstrous train dragging along the ground.

"You need your hands free to exchange the rings, silly!" Noelle laughed as the huge doors creaked.

Valeria turned forward, hiding her shaking hands behind her bouquet, and held her head high as she took her first, wobbly steps down the aisle.

#ffxiv #garlean oc #oc: valeria yae galvus #empress of garlemald #ship: once upon a dream #even though solus is off screen i mean it *is* their wedding lol #and yes I know usually the bride is very last but look it's fantasy land I can make up my own wedding rules #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #my fanfiction #noelle is property of my friend diaspro-cherry #final fantasy xiv #writing

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FFXIVWrite Prompt 22: Fulsome

Rating: T

Word Count: 777

Warnings: Sexually suggestive conversation, non explicit

Summary: Valeria made it through her wedding and now is enjoying her reception with her dearest friend and maid of honor. [Solus x Empress, continuation of Prompt 6. Not necessary to read the first part, but adds some context.]

Master Post

Valeria, despite having stayed at the palace for over a month, gazed upon the lavishly decorated ball room with wonder that almost had her tripping over her own feet. Soft lights at the edges of the room were almost completely drowned out by the bright lights of the brilliant chandeliers above. What are surely very expensive fabrics draped over what felt like endless tables laden with fulsome plates of food, many of which were traditional Garlean dishes, though some were foreign foods Valeria had never seen before. A large, open area in the middle of the room made up a dance floor, a small stage set out of the way for the quartet to play for the evening.

It was more than Valeria would have ever dreamed for herself, and she still wasn’t sure that this wasn’t all some dream. Perhaps she’d been in some accident and was trapped in a deep slumber, but if she was, it was certainly an improvement and so she didn’t complain. She spotted Noelle taking her place at one table, clearly uncomfortable with attending as a guest and not a servant, but settling well enough to shoot Valeria a smile and a thumbs-up from across the room.

There was dining and speech making and, honestly, Valeria was so overwhelmed it all kind of passed in a blur until everything settled down and people started wandering from their seats to speak and dance. Despite clinging to her new husband like she was afraid of getting lost in the crowd if she let go, they ended up swept away by various groups. Ambitious military types were seizing their chance to pick Solus’ brain and try to get into his favor while the rich, the noble, and the social climbers approached without cease to interrogate Valeria — who was she, where did she come from, how did they meet, and other such questions that carried the undercurrent of looking for leverage against the new Empress.

Perhaps Noelle could see that Valeria was drowning in conversation, or perhaps she just wanted to talk to the only person that didn’t look down on her, because the tiny hyur approached and chased away the high class Garleans harassing Valeria and took up a spot next to her, handing her a glass of wine.

“Gods, they’re persistent,” Noelle grumbled, glancing none too subtly at the more desperate to grasp for favor lingering nearby. “How are you holding up?”

“Honestly, pushy nobles aside, this is the easy part,” Valeria took a sip of her drink. “The food’s good, the drink is better, and the decorations are beautiful.” Noelle grinned widely; she’d picked most of the decor and food, Valeria having deferred to her taste when overwhelmed by choice.

“So…” Noelle’s face turned mischievous. “Feeling less nervous about tonight, then?” Valeria choked on her wine, though she knew she should have known that, now that she didn’t need to get her down the aisle in one piece, Noelle would bring back their former discussion.

“Could you…not? I was kinda hoping to just forget about those particular nerves,” Valeria blotted stray wine from her face, though there was no wiping away the way her face reddened.

“What, and then have to deal with all of them on the spot? I’m doing you a favor,” Noelle gave the most innocent expression she could muster, and Valeria rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think ‘thinking about it’ is going to make it better later,” she turned the glass in her hands, watching the wine gently slosh around inside. “It just…it is what it is. It’s my new job, after all, to make an heir happen, so—“

“Val, that is such a bad way to look at this,” Noelle sighed. “Just make yourself a list of your concerns and talk to him about it. I hear good communication is important for marriages— Your Radiance!” Noelle suddenly dropped into a low curtsy, Valeria turning her head to see Solus approaching, reaching one hand towards her.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, and she couldn’t contain her (only a little bashful) smile as she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor, Noelle deftly snagging her wine out of her hand before Valeria could forget about it and spill the wine.

“You looked like you needed rescuing,” he gently teased as they slowly spun across the floor. “What were you talking about?”

“Oh, n-nothing!” Valeria felt her cheeks warm, knowing she wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all her husband. “Just…um…girl things.”

“’Girl things’?” Solus raised an eyebrow at her, smirking in amusement. Valeria gulped.

“I’ll…tell you later?”

“As you wish.”

#ffxiv #emet-selch #solus zos galvus #oc: valeria yae galvus #garlean oc #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #wedding #reception #my fanfiction #my writing #fanfic #solus x empress #ship: once upon a dream

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#final fantasy xiv #gposers #ffxiv screenshots #original character #oc: valeria yae galvus #anamnesis #it occurred to me that i haven't shared much of her here and that is a crime because i love her #i subscribe to the headcanon that the empress was a shard of azem