#wol x lord hien | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

laeorinel · 2 years

Text

FFXIV Write 2022 - Day 9 - Prompt: Yawn

Endwalker 6.0 Spoilers. A fluff piece to balance all the angst from the last few prompts. Thancred x Wol.

Thancred cursed as he poured over the maps in front of him; red circles are drawn around far too many points for his liking. Since the Final Days had fallen upon Thavnair, the Scions had been scattered in various directions, doing what they could to prevent more blasphemies from coming into existence and save those they could.

It was a battle they were losing.

Thancred tossed the pencil he was holding away after drawing yet another circle on the map before flopping down into the chair behind him. Vrtra had been kind enough to offer the Scions lodging with the city, and they had quickly made a makeshift base of sorts. Not that many of them had made much use of it other than as a place to get a few hours rest like he was trying and failing to do now.

Every day there would be more reports of another settlement or village falling into chaos. Things were moving and changing so rapidly that there was little use in trying to scout out any places. His usual plans of finding survivors and evacuating them somewhere safe were useless. Nowhere was safe.

Even in lands beyond Thavnair, where the skies had yet to be set aflame, reports of blasphemies started coming through. Reports claimed these monsters were more dangerous and intelligent, and the Grand Companies and Eastern Alliance had requested aid from the only person they trusted to put them down. The Warrior of Light.

While Thancred understood the reasoning behind the requests, it still irked him. It is not as if she had more important things to do, like trying to save the entire bloody star or anything like that. Assuming her plans had not changed, she would be in Othard now, checking on the state of the Steppe and helping Lord Hien with a blasphemy problem.

It has been a few weeks now since he last saw Samara. He would be lying if he said he did not miss her company. They spoke regularly over linkpearl, so long as it was safe to, but it was not the same as being able to see her in person, hale and whole.

They had known going into this relationship that things would be difficult. Their respective duties would always pull them in different directions, sometimes to opposite ends of the star and beyond. Neither of them liked it, and both wished a day would come when they could go on adventures together and ignore what else was happening in the world. But it made those moments where they were together all the more precious.

Heaving a weary sigh as he leaned back in the chair, tipping his head back and briefly closing his eyes. Halfway to falling asleep, he heard the door open, and someone shuffled inside, footsteps catching on the tiled floor. By the sound of the armour alone, he knew who it was, the creak of leather, cloth and the sound of arrows moving around in a quiver.

"Samara? I thought you were supposed to be in Othard by now?" Thancred says as he springs to his feet, brows furrowed as he sees the state of her.

Thancred moves to her quickly, looking her over for injuries that need seeing to. Her armour was covered in new scratches and tears, the cloth and leather discoloured by blood and ichor. She has dark circles under her eyes and walks with an uneasy gait, slumped over and using her bow as a makeshift walking stick.

"Just returned." She mutters as she sways lightly from side to side. Thancred guides her towards one of the beds, though in all honesty, he is half-carrying Samara at this point. She sags against him, her legs refusing to work correctly.

"Good, then you can rest up before heading out again," he says as he places her down before he begins removing her armour. Usually, Samara would comment on him trying to get her out of her clothes before buying her dinner, but her thoughts trail off. Despite the exhaustion, however, her stubbornness is still apparent as she clumsily tries to push Thancred's hands away.

"No...no...there is too much that needs doing-"

"And it can wait." Thancred murmurs as he finally undoes the rather stubborn laces of her boots, moving them to the side with the rest of her armour.

"I just...I just need to rest my eyes." Samara mumbles as she slumps over, hands rubbing at her face and eyes. Thancred, meanwhile, moves around the room, grabbing various items. He finds one of his somewhat clean undershirts for her to sleep in and gets a basin of water and a washcloth before moving back to her side.

He soaks and squeezes out the washcloth before he starts cleaning off most of the muck and grime on her skin, taking special care with her scales. While he could find no apparent injuries, the last thing they needed was her getting ill from poor cleanliness. "You need to rest. Properly this time."

Samara leans forward, resting her head against Thancred's shoulder as he works, a hand weakly lifting and pointing between them as she murmurs. "Pot, kettle."

"Samara." his tone implies there is no room for argument as he moves back to look her in the eyes.

She heaves a sigh, shoulders and head sagging further. "I can't rest, Thancred. Not yet. They need help. They- "

"Asked for aid, but not explicitly your aid. Others can and will pick up the slack. I've seen the reports of what our allies are dealing with." He gestures back towards the table of maps. "If needed, Urianger or Alphinaud can help with matters in Ala Mhigo. Alisaie or Y'shtola can go to Ishgard in your sted, and I think Estinien is more than capable of assisting the Admiral with whatever she needs. And either G'raha or I will go to Gridania to help the Elder Seedseer."

Samara goes quiet, a distant look in her eyes. Thancred finishes drying her off before throwing his shirt over her and gently coaxing her to lie back in the bed. She pulls him along with her, her tail wrapping around his lower leg, a silent implication that if she is resting, so is he.

He doesn't complain, lying back in the bed and cradling her in his arms, her head tucked just under his chin. "Let us help. Let me help. You've shouldered enough burdens alone."

Under normal circumstances, she would argue, and she does try, but whatever she intends to say is swallowed up by a yawn. Her body betraying her, she mutters away to herself indignantly while she curls up closer to Thancred, half remembering to make sure her horns don't poke him anywhere uncomfortable.

Her words are slurred as she quickly loses the battle with sleep. "..'ove you..."

Thancred would never tire of hearing her say that, smiling fondly as he places a light kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too. Rest now, love. I will still be here when you awake."

#shameless fluff #otp nonsense #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv write 2022 #ffxiv fanfiction #thancred x wol #wolcred #endwalker spoilers

2 notes · View notes

decaeysa · 2 years

Text

NOVA MORENO FFXIV LORE DUMP.

contains spoilers from stormblood onwards, zohar don’t look or i’ll gut you like a fish

nova is not the warrior of light and i don’t even really have a wol au for her. if anything i’d just say that my other oc, omen, is the main wol of her canon.

she is part voidsent thanks to alejandro, a centuries old voidsent.

some lore on alejandro: he was a hero of his time, a paladin, who fell in battle against voidsent. honestly probably very similar to a certain character when it comes to his distribution of aether.

back to nova, she was nurtured by alejandro, who had a penchant for drinking the blood of his mortal victims rather than simply siphoning their aether. vampiric in every sense of the word.

nova lived in othard for a period of time and became a kunoichi. briefly knew lord kaien due to meeting him as a young man in the establishment she worked at. she later met yugiri & hien and joined the doman resistance.

had a crisis about being a voidsent & masquerading as a good person. when yugiri went to eorzea, nova would spy on yotsuyu & eventually got caught.

nova & yotsuyu gay.

nova was devastated by yotsuyu’s death but it solved her morality crisis and she began working with the warrior of light & co. at that point

she is a shard of artemis! and very much loves to hunt. i hc that she and zenos would have a very passionate, near intimate platonic relationship with how they view their prey. wlw x mlm solidarity u can’t convince me otherwise. EDIT: as I think on this I do think maybe I should make her ancient self be achilles just to add some ominous foreshadowing but who knows (:

she can use reaper - like abilities due to being partially voidsent. she isn’t a reaper because she has no avatar, but any enshroud abilities, she can do.

as of 6.2 she is enamoured with someone special as she feels the two of them are similar and wants to help her *feel*

#mobile tbt.#Will I fix this later? no #ffxiv spoilers

3 notes · View notes

yukiotacon · 2 years

Note

A hc of the WoL waking up in the mood in the middle of the night for Zenos, Emmanellian, and Hien.

Reverse in the mood hcs

( apologies dear patron when it comes to emmanellain I cannot for the love of me makes drinks with him as the partner. I apologize for the in convenience)

Zenos

You do realize this man is the mood for you practically 24/7

Has a sixth sense when it comes to you being horny

Tries to " sleep" while spooning you

Yeah, something big begins to poke you

" Can't sleep my dear beast ?" Zenos says in a teasing manner

Let's just say you and Zenos were late for the meeting with Tataru the next morning

Hien

You both were sleeping in his private quarters when it happened

Hien felt a weird sensation at first like someone brushing against his leg

Then the sensation of someone loosening his robe

His mind suddenly jolted awake when he felt something wet encompass his hardening cock

Hien pulls up the sheets to seeing you sucking his member

" That was quite the awaking don't you think sweet flower " Hien says while giving you a lazy smile

Let's just say the night was filled with sounds of moans and slapping flesh

108 notes · View notes

buoyfriend · 2 years

Text

20 - Would You Try? Do You Wish to Stay?

Our nights blended together, often ending at the hot springs. I questioned his time on the Steppe, closing my eyes to picture his journeys for myself. Hunting carefully with a bow, using distance and unmatched sight to compensate for the lack of cover. Praying quietly to his kami in thanks for the creature that would provide him what he needed. For all of his strength, he was so gentle. "Might my candor be requited?" he asked, making his way over to me as I sat at the edge of the water. "What do you want to know?", I said opening my eyes. His hand met my face, brushing hair out of my eyes and resting on my cheek. "You have drifted away from me, have you not?" Ruthlessly honest. I moved closer to him, leaning to wrap my arms around his body. "I don't know how to stay. I'm sorry, I- I don't think I've ever learned."

"Your Eorzeans are strange indeed. Is the Holy See typically so cold to new friends?" Hien asked softly. Measured, weighing the information available to him. I looked up from my grim book to sip my tea, letting too much into my mouth and burning my tongue. I had seen the moment, but hoped that Hien would not ask my counsel about it. I spied Aymeric outside of the halls, standing in the Ala Mhigan quarter as he waited for our meeting to begin. I ran as fast as I could to be in the company of friends again, avoiding his attentive gaze. I thought of Hien's laugh, considering what he might say about being trapped in a stone city after his freedom in the Azim Steppe. My wish answered, Hien leaned into me as he regarded the endless masonwork and the people within it. He noted Lyse's growth, her ease among pirates and seedseers. His words had reached her ear, Hien buckled with laughter of the sight of our friend's blushing face. I felt his sweat brush me as his arm wrapped around me, throwing his head back in a howl. I considered my response, not eager to give Hien what his hungry eyes searched for "Not everyone is as free as you, Hien." "Free? Me?" he scoffed, glancing at the paperwork before him then back to me. "You're shaping your nation alongside adoring citizens who eagerly awaited your return. You aren't fighting friends turned against you or receiving a dagger to the gut for speaking truth to power." "A dagger to the gut? I suppose I would be grim as well." I nodded, hoping I put our conversation to rest. "He appeared lost in thought when I mentioned your name. I simply offered my gratitude that a mutual friend made allies of us." "Perhaps he was tired from the trip to Ala Mhigo." I said, refusing to meet his eyes as I scanned my own documents. "Perhaps, but I had heard much of him before our first meeting. He was described as a powerful, inspiring presence. An advisor apprised me of how warmly he received the Scions, I thought a new alliance with Othard would merit equal warmth." "They say your heroes are disappointing in person." He raised his eyebrows, shrugging, returning to his tea. -- My friends began to disappear, one at a time. Thancred first, weakened by headaches and dizzy spells. He laughed it off at first, blaming my insistence on saying out late the night before. Urianger and Y'shtola next, claimed by the deepest sleep. My gut churned as Alphinaud was claimed by the same, peacefully resting in the Waking Sands, unbothered by the world beginning to burn around him. Before long, I would be plagued with my own splitting headaches. My body felt heavy, begging to hit the earth below me. A familiar voice called to me, but I couldn't place it. "Throw wide the gates", the voice called. Each time, I was plagued by visions. In my mind's eye, I was running. In a cold, dense forest, I felt my body break sharply from a trail. Up a hill, thick with ferns and evergreens. The air was absolutely frigid against my sweat laden skin. I heard a horrible growl behind me, I couldn't place the exact distance. Running so hard that my teeth hurt, my legs throbbing about to give. Still, I ran down the other side of the forest hill. Where was I going? Where had I just been? -- After our first nights together following Doma's liberation, our return from his first Alliance meeting, after tea turned to questioning, I felt his hands lose their curiosity. He had searched me with all of the passion he could, I had nothing to give up. I didn't know it at the time, but I had given much to love. In my life before Eorzea, I had loved deeply. In my brief dalliance in the Holy See, I had given all that I had left. Our nights blended together, often ending at the hot springs. I questioned his time on the Steppe, closing my eyes to picture his journeys for myself. Hunting carefully with a bow, using distance and unmatched sight to compensate for the lack of cover. Praying quietly to his kami in thanks for the creature that would provide him what he needed. For all of his strength, he was so gentle. "Might my candor be

requited?" he asked, making his way over to me as I sat at the edge of the water. "What do you want to know?", I said opening my eyes. His hand met my face, brushing hair out of my eyes and resting on my cheek. "You have drifted away from me, have you not?" Ruthlessly honest. I moved closer to him, leaning to wrap my arms around his body. "I don't know how to stay. I'm sorry, I- I don't think I've ever learned." "Would you try? Do you wish to stay?" "I can't give you that," I whispered, staring into the water. "We'll be confronting the Empire again soon, my friends. My friends are disappearing, I have to search for a cure. I can't stay in one place." "Not your body, Lua. I'm asking about your heart. Neither of us can offer much time, we can't offer our presence often. But is your heart with me?" I climbed in his lap to kiss him, hoping for an answer. I hoped that my kiss would tell him, would tell me something I didn't know for sure. I wanted to give him all that he had given me. I wished I had any passion left, even an onze of what he had every time he held me. I was so tired. Not of him, not at all. I was just so tired. Before our last voyage to Gyr Abania, I settled my matters in Kugane. I had never trusted Hancock entirely and confirmed that all of my belongings were as they left them. They were not, a single painting missing from my book. -- At our camp on the frontlines of Ghimlyt Dark, I kept my canvas bag by my side as often as possible. I wanted my memories with me as much as I could have them. If the fires of our next battle reached the camp, I would likely already be dead. No shame to lose my books and paintings then. My misplaced painting reappeared, I spied it poking out of Hien's own belongings. I slipped it out of its' hiding place and saw my carefully recreated image of Aymeric staring at me from a window. Half of his body leaning through, eyes drunk with love. I wondered what Hien thought when he found my collection, how long he had harbored the knowledge, why he hadn't confronted me. He could have anyone's company, his practiced hands taught me much of what he had learned from lovers on the Steppe. I thought of Zenos, not bitter at the idea that the Empire might best me on our next meeting. -- I found my own tent some time after I discovered my missing painting in Hien's belongings. He didn't question me, he held no bitterness towards me. I was a terrible friend to him, and a worse lover. In the time since those days, he insists that he has forgiven me. He cites that we were young, that neither of us were capable of more than we had given. It is seemingly impossible to wound the man's pride. Still, I attempt to do right by him.

Many years past, I would tell him all of my truths. We would dance again, under different circumstances, to all of my strange music. I would tell him all that I felt, all that I couldn't feel. In that moment, however, I was the worst that I could be to him.

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv headcanon #wol x hien #hien headcanon #hien x wol #ffxiv hien #lord hien #hien rijin #aymeric x wol #wol x aymeric #aymeric headcanon #ffxiv aymeric #ser aymeric

16 notes · View notes

the-dragons-knight · 3 years

Text

FFXIV Write 2021

Prompt #4 - The Queen of Draic

Baleful - ‘menacing; threatening harm’

————————————————————

(Used some in game cutscene text for this one just cause it writes the scene so well and sets up my idea so perectly)

Silence swallowed the room with the weight of Emperor Varis’s words. The Garlean Empire was created from the beginning by Ascians, and in truth, Katsum could not say she was surprised with the chaos the Garleans had always created, the pain and suffering they had caused based on her childhood memories alone. She felt the hand holding hers under the table tighten slightly as Aymeric felt her body tense through her fingers. Hien had been gracious enough to let her dear husband sit beside her, and she was glad that he had for there were a few times that Varis had targeted Aymeric’s and Ishgard’s sorrows specifically and it had only been his quick catch of her hand that kept the seeker from launching herself over the table. She took a long breath and squeezed his hand gently in response.

“Your ‘prize’ is a lie. It would be foolish to even wonder if you would have the upper hand in such an agreement. We would all die before peace is even a thought.” She answered, a bit to her tone as she scowled at him. Again she felt Aymeric’s fingers squeeze her a bit, and she felt his heartbeat quicken with worry.

The Emperor stood then, and spoke with a strange kind of fervor, “I come not to conquer but to liberate—to free man from the prison of divergence. Imagine a world united, and one perfect race beneath a single standard! We would be masters of our own fate! We would be far too strong for the servants of Darkness and Light to dare trifle with!” He held out his hands and grinned smugly, insanely, “I bid you join me! Not as a subject of Garlemald, but of a new nation! And together we shall win true freedom for ourselves and generations yet unborn!”

Silence returned for a moment, just for a moment, and then Lyse jumped to her feet, slamming her hands down on the table, “You want to trigger another half-dozen calamities!? You can’t be serious!”

“Have you forgotten how many died!?” Raubahn hissed, “There will be no one left!”

As he and Nanamo stood to their feet, so did Merlwyb, “Did you truly imagine we would aid you in your bloodletting?”

“It is unthinkable!” Katsum wasn’t sure she’d ever heard Kan-E-Senna raise her voice, but as she stood next to the other leader that had been there that day at Carteneau, it only made sense why. Alisaie looked to Lord Hien and Aymeric, and she and Hien stood to their feet. Katsum stayed seated as Aymeric let go of her hand to stand too, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she stayed still and stared angrily at Varis.

“And what of the other worlds? The ones we “rejoin”?” Alisaie finally broke her silence to shout, “Every calamity means you obliterate a star and every soul that dwells upon it!”

Varis frowned and grimaced in annoyance, “We are all but tiny specks in an indifferent universe. We cannot hope to oppose them until we have been made whole once more.”

“Odd, the same could be said about the many small countries and cities you forced under your rule in your…‘liberation’,” Katsum said softly, a clear edge to her voice.

He did not answer her.

Instead, Nanamo spoke then instead to fill the silence, “Are these truly the words of Garlemald’s ruler?” She did not give him the time to answer as she narrowed her gaze and continued, “The flaws which you so abhor are what make us who we are. Every nation─even yours, Emperor Varis─is made whole through the combination of these imperfections, the strengths of one compensating for the weaknesses of another. While it is true that man succumbs all too often to anger and avarice, he may yet overcome his baser instincts through the forming of bonds with others, fostering community and cooperation. That the protector of an empire should not only reject these fundamental truths but seek to change them at so dear a cost to life is indefensible,” She leaned forward and very nearly whispered, “Such a man is not fit to govern.”

The power in such words could shut out even Katsum herself she believed, and so Varis of course had naught to say to retort. He drew back to stand straight as a deep frown crossed his face, his eyes narrowed with the slightest hint of Katsum thought might be defeat. Then his gaze met her, “And you, Warrior of Light? Would you refuse me as well?”

Katsum was quiet, looking down to the table and closing her eyes as everyone else’s attention turned to her. Long had she carried this secret, keeping it safe from the knowledge of their enemy, but now, after these many long years, she was ready to bear her fangs.

“Tell me, Lord Varis, do you remember an island kingdom that your armies laid siege to some years ago? It was a small island that floated on the stormy seas of Sirensong, just to the east of Ul’dah’s shores. Do you know it?”

He tsked, “I remember some report of it, of mass destruction and nothing to gain from it. A waste of resources.”

Katsum’s fingers tightened into a fist, “A waste of resources…” She hissed this under her breath where only she and Aymeric heard before she continued, “Really? I thought you knew all of our histories and the flaws we sew into our nations.”

He growled, “Get to your point, girl.”

Katsum moved to slowly stand to her feet, feeling the eyes of the others as she stood tall and narrowed her sapphire gaze threateningly, “You call me ‘Warrior of Light’, ‘Defender of Eorzea’, ‘Liberator of Doma and Ala Mhigo’, and ‘Knightess of Ishgard’. All of these titles and more I now carry, but there is another title I have borne for far longer than any other. Do you know what it is?”

It seemed it took him a moment before his eyes widened, “You can’t be…”

“I am the Queen of Draic.”

Suddenly, the Draic necklace around her neck began glowing brightly, the eye of Raihogg burning into the red jewel. To the amazement of all, a deep rumble echoed behind her as she felt the dragon summoning his form, his wings spread out in his ghostly shade behind the other alliance members and hovered his head over Katsum’s like a shield, his glowing blue and golden eyes burning into Varis. The red dragon hissed lowly, making the emperor take a step back and his guards take a single step forward, but neither Katsum nor her dragon made a move to attack. The miqo’te stood tall as the confidence she had never known flowed into her veins. Still, she reached out her hand to the Elezen man beside her, wrapping her shaking fingers in his as he took her hand to ground herself and to keep her from going too far. He gently squeezed her fingers and it gave her the assurance that she needed.

“That ‘momentary’ island was my home and its people, my family. You reduced it to rubble for nothing and killed my people without remorse. Even now, you have no thought of sympathy,” She spat these words before she retracted and spoke sickeningly sweet, “Yet that is the past, right? A chapter for the history books, written and forgotten. Yet now you ask me as us to join this cause of yours, this movement of death and chaos and insanity. The same cause you forced upon my people,” Katsum’s eyes darkened angrily then, slightly baring her feline fangs as she hissed with her Dravanian companion, “If you truly believed we would join you in such madness, then you are far more a fool than you are a TYRANT!!”

Not so long ago, she would have denied this title and its weight, but at this moment, after so many years, finally the queen had come to rule.

8 notes · View notes

data-hex · 2 years

Photo

A commission I had done by @inkycarbuncle a couple months ago. I absolutely adore these two men together. <3 <3

#lord hien #hien rijin #hien x wol #au ra ffxiv #au ra wol #au ra warrior of light

19 notes · View notes

windup-dragoon · 1 year

Photo

#|| Tiger Prince & The Stray #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #hien rijin #lord hien #hien x wol #wolnpc #hien x kiri

54 notes · View notes

ladyramora · 4 years

Note

Can I request some fluffy fluffiest fluff to ever have fluffed? You can take your pick outta all the boys I shriek at you about lol (Haurechefant, Hien, Thancred, etc )

There it is again. A feeling of warmth in your chest inspired by him. The sound of his bright and boisterous laughter washing over you, a grin spreading wide across your face as you watch him clutch at his belly and tip his head back.

He looks up, still chuckling, and catches you staring. The joyous flush of pink on his cheeks deepening to red. “..What?” he asks, breathless and smiling. Head ducking just a little as if he were feeling bashful to have caught you gazing at him so.

You shake your head, smile lingering. “Nothing, I just... like your laugh.”

Hien chuckles again, raising a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “Do you?"

You nod your head, walking closer so that you brushed ever so slightly against one another. Close enough to feel his warmth in the cooler evening air. The sun just beginning to set and painting the doman king’s skin in lovely romantic colors. It is terribly hard not to stare.

"You're staring now," Hien teases, aware of your gaze on him. "Shall I pose for a portrait so that you may look upon me till your heart's content?"

You bump up against him, huffing a little. "What need have I for a portrait when I can come see you in person and look my fill?"

Hien's grin only widens. "Quite right. And you are most welcome to come see me anytime, of course. Though I cannot guarantee I will always be available, I would do my best to make time for you."

You reach for his hand, palm sliding over his as you tangle your fingers together. "My, my. A personal audience with the king?"

Hien laughs, tugging you close and then into his arms. Pulling you in to kiss you with a smile on his lips.

"Your Grace, oh my," you gasp coyly, winding your hands into the mass of his hair.

Hien snorts, smiling against your lips. "Call me Hien."

You smile teasingly. "What about Shun?"

Hien huffs and your laughter is swallowed by more of his kisses.

#ladyramora writes #ffxiv hien #hien rijin #lord hien #ambiguous wol #hien x wol #wol x hien #is it fluffy? idk #Hien is fun and playful #I like his belly laugh #kisses #established relationship

87 notes · View notes

winterstorm032802 · 3 years

Conversation

The Burn

Nora: *watches as the barrier is lowered so the Garlean ship can land* ...

Alisaie: *gasps* Alphinaud!

Hien: *holds back Alisaie* Wait

Alisaie: Let me go, he has my brother!

Nora: *eyes turn to slits as she growls heading closer*

Hien: Nora please, not you too

Nora: *glares at Hien*

Hien: *flinches* (Most frightening) *let's them go*

Nora & Alisaie: *run to see the man holding Alphinaud*

Alisaie: No...

Nora: *looks at the man* Give. Him. To. Me. Now.

???: No need to worry, the boy is in a mere slumber

Alisaie: Not him too...

Nora: *holds her arms out* Regardless of the condition I implore you hand him to me

???: *let's Nora carry Alphinaud in her arms*

Nora: *looks at Alphinaud* Hey... We're here for you Alphinaud

Alisaie: ...

Nora: ! *notices the man's masks* You. Gaius van Baelsar...

Gaius van Baelsar: ...Nora

Nora: *holds Alphinaud closer to her* What did you do to him!?

Gaius van Baelsar: It wasn't me, as I said his merely in a deep slumber

Nora: *glances at Alisaie* Mayhaps we should go now?

Alisaie: Y-Yes, let us

Nora: *teleports to Mor Dhona, holding Alphinaud in her arms*

Krile: Let me take Alphinaud, I'll make sure he's well with the others

Nora: *flinches and holds Alphinaud tighter* N-No!

Krile: Nora. I know your scared and you care for him but it's for the best that I bring him with the others so he can be safe

Nora: *looks at Alphinaud and her ears go down as her eyes well up with tears* I-- *let's a Scion hold Alphinaud and take him to a different room*

Krile: ...Are you alright?

Nora: *stunned as she looks at her hands that have tears falling on them* I-- No...

Krile: I know... We'll get them back

Nora: *hugs herself as she falls to her knees* N-No *sobs and hangs her head down* Not him too... W-Why him? It should've been me... Not him

Krile: Nora... *comforts Nora* I promise you, I'll do all I can to get them back

Nora: *looks at Krile, devastated* O-Okay... *takes a deep breath in* Okay *stands up* I have to be strong

#i can say that i actually got really sad when alphinaud was gone #close to tears #i really almost gave up on playing due to this #but then i was waiting to know when i'd see him so my determination grew #nora drividot #alphianud x nora #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud x wol #alphinaud #alphinaud x wod #alisaie leveilleur #alisaie #krile mayer baldesion #krile #gaius van baelsar #hien #lord hien

4 notes · View notes

floatyskye · 4 years

Photo

[CM] Erisnyrea Commission

Commissions for @erisnyrea (that tumblr doesn’t want to tag smh). There were some technical failures that happened while I was working on this, but I'm really glad with how it turned out in the end. I think I've gotten much better at tree textures. Hehe, this ship was also really fun to draw, I love their dynamics xD The chibi was really refreshing to work on too, it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten to draw a chibi. Cute things give me life <3

#ffxiv #ffxiv art #ser aymeric #lord hien #ff14 #ff14 art #commission #art commissions #wol x aymeric #wol x hien #hien x aymeric #digital art

143 notes · View notes

therovingstar · 4 years

Text

Dusty Corners

Summary: Never did he imagine he would have to build a house for his wife to live in, but there is a romance to it that he cannot deny. The two of them making a home, together, one dusty corner at a time. <2500 words, Hien Rijin x WoL, domestic fluff, humor, and a sprinkling of spice.

&&&

“I hope you are aware that half the staff is complaining about there being nothing to do.”

Hien watches amusedly as she pauses, her hand freezing mid-swipe, her head tilting in that way that tells him she’s thinking. “The other half is worried that their work is somehow inadequate,” he continues.

She remains still for half a moment more before her hand resumes its task of wiping the baseboards. “Liar,” she says bluntly. “I spoke to them.”

Hien chuckles and approaches from the other end of the large hall, empty but for yellow shafts of sunlight shining through paper-screened windows, highlighting recently-lain floorboards and dancing dust particles. She pays him little heed until he stops a mere two fulms away and crouches, his bare feet no doubt seen from her periphery. This time when she pauses, she looks up to acknowledge him.

Kami damn him but he’ll never tire of seeing that face. Even hidden as it is from the nose down with a white cloth. He smiles.

“What is it?” Odzaya asks, and his gaze goes to the thick pink eyebrow that rises in question of the slightly dazed look on his face. He merely smiles more widely, and finally, she abandons her work to lift a hand and pull the white cloth covering her mouth down. One corner of her full lips is quirked in curiosity like her brow.

“Do you have any idea how this looks?” he asks, indicating the cloth, the abandoned towel stained gray with dirt, and her place on the floor. “The queen of Doma, cleaning her own palace?”

That expressive eyebrow rises higher, as does the corner of her mouth. “I imagine the same way it looks to see the king of Doma outside rebuilding it?” Sitting back on her heels, Odzaya raises the same hand that lowered the cloth on her face to his, then higher, into his still-damp hair. It comes back into his sight shortly afterward, where he sees, trapped between the nails of her thumb and forefinger, a small splinter of wood. Most like it found its way there by way of one of the logs he’d hoisted onto his shoulders to transfer to the section of the castle stalls they’d been working on. He thought he’d successfully rid himself of the evidence.

Clearly, he hadn’t.

“You were saying?” She tilts her head further, and the smirk is full-blown now. He is distinctly reminded of those afternoons the Enclave guard convince her to spar with them; she mops the floor with them, naturally, and as she humbly bows before their laughing, panting forms strewn about the training grounds, there is always a victory-fueled sparkle in her dark eyes, a small smile that reveals her enjoyment.

Hien sighs, knowing there is little he can do to deny his hypocrisy. “A fair point,” he concedes, then reaches out his hands. With a curious look, Odzaya slowly places her own in the cradle of his palms, and follows as he brings them both to their feet. “But you could at least work with the staff, yes?” he suggests with a beseeching look.

“‘Tis not as if I don’t have experience, Hien,” she lightly argues, accepting his touch as he runs a hand over the bandana holding her locs back from her face; the lack of her usual bangs reveals the white-scaled diadem framing her forehead, and he smiles at the rare sight of it. “I spent a year keeping the halls of Kugane Castle spotless, if you recall.”

“Kami forbid I ever forget that the legendary hero of the East and West used to be a maid,” he jokes. “And occasional courtesan.” Odzaya snorts delicately.

“Of course you’d remember that part.”

“Of course,” he agrees wholeheartedly, and leans down to press a kiss against the large center scale of her crown. “Blessed were those who had the privilege of enjoying your no doubt delightful company.”

“Mm,” she intones, obviously in disagreement. When he leans back, she watches him with slightly narrowed eyes. “Is that what you would have me do instead, then? Dress up, paint my face, and serve you sake?”

The abrupt imagery temporarily stuns him. Too many a time has he gazed upon the woman before him and thought he’d never seen her more beautiful. At the climax of the Naadam, lit from below by the golden light of the ovoo. That same night, seated on a boulder of her make, framed by the stars as they bonded over shared dreams. Against the pitch-black and bloodstains of the Ghimlyt Dark, a single beacon of hope against the Empire’s advance.

The morning after their first night together, robed in nothing but quilts and the cloak of his arms, her dark skin supple and sweet against the harsh shine of dawn’s light.

All precious moments, every one. And yet there is nothing, he thinks, quite like the sight of her standing before him, clothed in her and his peoples’ finest, a vision of colored silks and furs, her hair curled and looped and adorned with jewels and blooms, her eyes seemingly aglow as her painted lips declared her intention to remain with him the rest of her days.

Three months they’ve been married, and still the thought of her that day steals him of breath. Even now, as she looks up at him questioningly, he wonders what it would be like to see her in some semblance of that make once more.

Odzaya’s brow suddenly dips. “My gods, you’re considering it.” And the utter judgment in her tone brings him not only spiraling back to the present but into a fit of laughter as he uses his hold on her hands to pull her into his embrace.

“As if you can blame me!” Hien exclaims, planting another, firmer kiss to her forehead, then another to her scaled cheek.

“I can,” she insists, squirming halfheartedly. “I am.”

“Mmm,” he intones happily. “If you only had my memories, you would not be so quick to judge.”

“I’m afraid to ask,” she says, and slips herself out of his arms faster than he can think to attain a firmer hold. Before he knows it, she’s back on her knees, cloth over her nose and towel in hand. “Off with you,” she dismisses him easily, already returning to her wiping. “While you revel in fantasies that will never happen, I’ll be finishing these baseboards.”

Ouch. He grins at her backside. “You’re getting rid of me?”

“You made your case,” she says, “then promptly lost it. Try again later, if you wish. Preferably when I’m done.”

Gods, but she does have a mouth, however much she may deny it. Hien grins wider, hopelessly charmed. “How about this?” he begins, and kneels beside her once more. He looks around a moment before spotting the small pile of her cleaning supplies, and nabs another cloth. “How about I help you?”

Odzaya pauses once more, eyeing him. “You’ve already bathed,” gesturing to his clean robes and the low, tied-off tail of his hair. He shrugs.

“And I can again.” He gives her another beseeching look. “Consider it an apology for my hypocrisy.”

She huffs a laugh at that; he can see it in the sudden crinkling of her eyes as she shakes her head. “Fine,” she concedes, and points to the other end of the hall, apparently still teeming with dust. “Start there, if you would. We’ll meet in the middle.”

“Aye, ma’am,” he says, securing another cloth to his face, and then they fall into a companionable silence as the work resumes.

It is good work, he thinks, wiping his boards ‘til they gleam with gloss. Honest work, work that is messy but also blessedly clean. There is no need for blades or magic, no blood, no impending sense of danger or constant fear for loss of life. Perhaps that is why he seeks it out. With the Enclave a bustling, ever-growing hub once more, they’ve finally set their sights on repairing the palace, and doubtless, there is a special sense of fulfillment that comes with re-laying the foundation of his home with his own hands, brick by brick, beam by beam.

Something special, too, he knows, taking a momentary break, in sharing that duty with a loved one. His gaze finds Odzaya as if by habit, her own attentions still occupied, and he smiles. Never did he imagine he would have to build a house for his wife to live in, but there is a romance to it that he cannot deny. The two of them making a home, one wooden beam – or dusty corner – at a time.

His heart grows full, and remains that way as they steadily shuffle their way to one another. By the time they meet in their middle, it is fit to bursting, so enamored is he with her focus, with the dedication she gives to every inch of board, with the way she takes her face close to make sure the shine of the wood is true, heedless of the way it sticks her rear high into the air, her spiked tail flicking with satisfaction when she decides she can move on. Finally, after nearly a bell in silence, she settles back on her thighs and pulls the cloth from her face. “There,” she breathes with a victorious smile. She looks at him, poised right next to him, as she predicted. “All do-”

He claims her lips before she can finish the word, his body drawn to hers as if by orbit. One of his hands finds her face, cupping her cheek. The other finds her hip, her waist, splays its fingers on the small of her back under her braided locs, and pulls her into him in return. The noise she makes is quiet and surprised, her fingers rising to and clasping his shoulders; he can feel one hand still gripping her towel reflexively. Softening his kiss, he shifts his palm from her cheek to the back of her head, stroking his fingers across the fanned tips of her horns along the way, and revels when she shudders at the sensation. She sighs and he swallows the sound, and all at once her form melts into his hold, her mouth opening with the tender coax of his tongue along the seam of her lips. The towel drops from her hand with a muffled plop to the floor and her arms encircle his shoulders, his neck, her fingers choosing instead to find purchase in his hair, joyfully tangling in black strands.

“Hien…” she whispers in the single breath that they part, and he opens his eyes to see hers aglow, darkest violet ringed with pink fire.

“My dearest,” he answers in low tones, trailing kisses along her jaw, her cheek, the center crest on her forehead and the smaller one on the bridge of her nose. “Wondrous wife.” He swallows her sigh again, this one heavier, catching on the end with a whimper that warms him through and through. Her fingers tighten in his hair, a gentle but insistent tug that makes his breath hitch.

Odzaya murmurs something between them, an attempt nearly lost around the dance of their tongues. “Mm?” he utters on their next breath, lost to his senses as he angles his lips back to her jaw and this time downward, seeking to mouth the intricate plates decorating her neck.

“Hien,” she gasps, and the sound of the his name is so intoxicating to his ears that he cannot help but listen.

“Yes,” he breathes in answer. “Yes, my star?”

She whimpers a second time. “You missed a spot.”

“Mmm,” he replies, placing an open-mouthed kiss to the skin near her collarbone, his fingers itching to loosen the clothing at her neck and reveal more for his eyes and lips…

And then her words register. Hien pauses, his breath puffing hotly on her collar, and leans back to meet her gaze. Odzaya’s eyes still glisten – as do her lips – though this time, there is a definite humor in their depths, fighting for supremacy with the heat. Her smile, when he acknowledges it as well, is just this side of impish.

“I what?” he asks, and she actually removes one of her hands from his hair and points to a spot over his shoulder.

“Over there, near the doorway.”

He succeeds – just barely – at keeping his mouth from falling open, and turns his head to see the corner she is indicating. He turns back shortly after. “Are you serious?” he asks.

“You said you would help me,” she explains, and toys with the stray strands of his hair hanging over his forehead. Her smile widens, and the kittenish nature of it matures into full-blown coeurl. “I have expectations.”

“Of course you do,” he says, sighing himself for now entirely different reasons, and leans down to rest his head against hers. “You are a harsh taskmistress, my star,” he comments, smirking as the lit furnace between them dwindles down to warm embers.

“You knew this already,” she excuses, and relaxes back into his arms. By way of his eagerness, she is practically in his lap, and she makes herself comfortable, a deep hum of contentment coming from her throat as she absently rubs their foreheads together, the tender friction of her scales against his skin making him chuckle. Her fingers find his ears, gently cupping and rubbing as if they were horns. He laughs again, and coaxes her into another kiss.

“I did,” he agrees.

“You will fix your corner, then?” she presses.

“If you bathe with me afterward,” he extends. He grins. “To ensure I do not overlook any more damning evidence.”

“A king who cannot properly clean a floor or his person is very worrying, Hien,” Odzaya replies, her brow rising with a skepticism that belies the way her eyes and body warm at his invitation. Hien responds with another rub of their foreheads together, and a hand that travels innocuously from her back to her rear, softly squeezing until she sucks in a breath and her tail curls.

“‘Tis good I have a queen so competent, then, yes?” he breathes. “She has already proven she can do both.”

“Corner first,” she insists, pressing closer despite her assertion. His grin turns toothy.

“You have my word,” he promises, and slowly lowers them both to the gleaming floor of their home. “Every. Spot.”

#hien rijin #lord hien #hien x wol #ffxiv fic #otp: starry-eyed #odzaya malaguld #storytime #first fic: they just barely became friends #second fic: they're married!#impatient heifers #but at least they’re cute

5 notes · View notes