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haillenarte's as one of those haunted house pics
#I FORGET TO CROSSPOST HERE#my art#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#heavensward#hvw#stephanivien de haillenarte#ffxiv stephanivien#aurvael de haillenarte#laniaitte de haillenarte#francel de haillenarte#baurendouin de haillenarte
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House Haillenarte
Just because the Haillenarte kids need more love too. (And this time I included Aurvael.)
#ffxiv#francel de haillenarte#aurvael de haillenarte#stephanivien de haillenarte#laniaitte de haillenarte#janzoo plays ffxiv
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they got roses in ishgard too
#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#stephanivien de haillenarte#aurvael de haillenarte#laniaitte de haillenarte#francel de haillenarte#i like them a normal amount#did not have time to draw chlodebaimt or i Would Have#elezen#stephanivien my wife and beloved. i was just gonna draw him#but he looked so lonely alone
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been meaning to draw the Haillenarte siblings together for a while so I finally did it
the extra cup is for Chlodebaimt
#ffxiv#sketch#stephanivien de haillenarte#francel de haillenarte#laniaitte de haillenarte#aurvael de haillenarte
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Role Reversal AU
((I did ask for it))
It was a cold brisk morning. Iris de Haillenarte, chief of the Skysteel Manufactory, was delivering something for her brother Fancel. He had requested for her and the manufactory engineers to make tools for the Firmament artisans. She was grateful to be able to help her little brother and the name of House Haillenarte.
“Francel!” excited to see him, “I brought those tools you requested.” Her voice was it's usual chipper tone.
With a sigh of relief “Iris, I’m so glad that you did this for me.” As Francel was about to open up the crate to look at them and hand them out, Aurvael ran up to him.
“F-Francel” he pants in a panic “Count Charlemend wants a word about the Firmament. He doesn’t seem all that pleased.”
Shocked that the count wanted to speak with him. After all the young Elezen thought he was doing a great job coordinating the efforts in the Firmament. “Now what does the good count want now?” He grumbled. Francel takes a look at his eldest brother. “Iris, can I ask you to hand out those tools to the artisans? I’ll be back before long.”
“Wait, Francel!” Trying to stop her younger brothers. However, she was too late as both of them bolted leaving her there alone with the tools she just delivered. Besided herself she sighs, ultimately deciding that he should do what his brother asked her.
Time passes and she was bored out of her mind. She handed the tools out to the artisans that approached her. She was grateful that they all appreciated the hard work that the manufactory did but she much rather be back there than here working on her newest ideas. She was starting to zone out.
“Excuse me.” a baritone but gentle voice called out to her. She looked up and saw a blonde hair man. She noticed his pale, icy blue eyes which she got lost in. He was quite handsome in her opinion. She felt that her heart swell. “Excuse me.” he chimed up again, snapping Iris out of her thoughts.
“Y-yes, c-can I help you.” She felt extremely nervous that she could barely get any words out.
“I heard that there were tools being handed out for the artisans. You wouldn’t be the one handing them out would you?” he inquired.
She cleared his throat, “Why yes,” She perked up, “which one do you need?”
He hummed for a moment, cheerful that he found the right place. “I need new sewing supplies. My current supplies broke, probably due to age.”
Iris dug out the supplies that she had and handed them over to him. “I take it you are a tailor.”
“Aye, though it’s been a while since working on a project this size.” Stephanivien looked over the supplies, “oh my these look very high quality.” Hearing those words from him made her heart skip. He looked back at her and gave him a smile. “My name is Stephanivien by the way.” she said cheerfully.
She calmed herself down, “I'm Iris”
“Are you all alone? If you want I can keep you company.”
“I am and I would love the company.”
“Let me get my stuff and I’ll be right back.” he ran off.
It was at that moment she knew she was done in. She wasn’t expecting him to offer some company but glad that he did. He returned with his work. The two chatted to pass the time. Mostly over their work as crafters and their life growing up. He’d work while she continued handing out the tools. After a few hours Francel returned to relieve Iris so she could go back to the manufactory.
She felt a bit sad. While she yearned to go back to the manufactory she also didn’t want to leave being with Stephanivien. She would invite him to come with her but it’s not the place for stray fabrics and threads. Before thinking she uttered the words “Stephanivien, maybe we can hang out some more later.”
Stephanivien was grateful to hear her say that “Yeah that would be great.” he smiled back at him. “I’m to assume that I can come by the manufactory?” She nodded to him and headed out.
((Thanks for the ask @scholarlostintime and @sasslett))
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Ooh i'd love to hear more about ciceroix, if you have more lore. like how do the haillenarte kids feel about him, and him them. what about barendouin
Do I ever!
So I must begin with the preface that @lesenbyan has a headcanon/AU where Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte survived the fall of the Steel Vigil, badly wounded but alive nonetheless, but fled in shame, so his family - who never found his body but had no reason whatsoever to believe he could have survived - presume he's dead. Instead, he makes it as far as Hyrstmill in the Shroud, and there builds a new life for himself.
Which is where Ciceroix finds him.
They strike up a tentative friendship well before Ciceroix ever reveals who he actually is - Ciceroix knows who Chlode is, right away, and Chlodebaimt has his suspicions (on account of the Haillenarte genes being very strong). But they grow close regardless, because Ciceroix is content to let his nephew have his secrets, without trying to pry at them; he's glad to have one nephew, when he's been denied the rest.
Because uh, Baurendouin hates him! Emphatically despises him. Ciceroix doesn't blame him for it - he was kind of an asshole growing up, and spent a lot of his youth being a disgrace and a deliberate Problem. He is, therefore, not allowed to meet the rest of the Haillenarte kids. He's only barely even allowed within Ishgard, and is expected to keep his distance from the nobility in the process.
It hasn't stopped him from hearing about their accomplishments: he often mingles with the lowborn, so he's heard a great deal about Stephanivien's initiatives with machinistry, and Francel and Aurvael's work rebuilding and improving the Firmament, as well as the affection the men who serve under Laniaitte have for her. He's proud of them all, albeit from a distance.
It's kind of a shame, because I do feel he and Baurendouin would get along better after the latter loosens up a bit over the course of the MCH quests, but Ciceroix hasn't attempted to bridge the gap, and Baurendouin wouldn't think to do so.
#...except in the au where chlodebaimt does come back to ishgard.#then he and baurendouin do meet face to face again because no way in ANY hell is baurendouin keeping him away from his favorite nephew#but anyway the tragic part of ciceroix is that he's everybody's favorite uncle EXCEPT most of the people he's actually an uncle to#ciceroix greystone
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Countess Jacinthe de Haillenarte, matriarch of House Haillenarte.
The gentle, warm-hearted daughter of House Dzemael was formally educated at the Scholasticate, known there for her shrewd intellect and kindness by turns, befriending high and lowborn alike with little care for station, though she was something of an introvert. Her generosity and heart for helping others led her to strongly considering to enter the priesthood, and she likely would have had it not been for a chance encounter with the-then heir of House Haillenarte, the dashing Baurendouin, at House Dzemael’s annual Midsummer Masque. They could not have been more different in some respects--quiet, studious Jacinthe and the lothario with a Reputation--but they fell madly in love with each other.
But Baurendouin was surprised to discover that behind closed doors, Jacinthe was perhaps not so innocent as she appeared. The young lovers got up to all sorts of behavior that would absolutely be considered scandalous--most especially with Baurendouin’s long time companion, Lord Edmont--but unlike her wayward beloved, Jacinthe knew something of discretion and impressed it upon him. Thus the popular gossip around the Pillars had it that Lady Jacinthe had at last tamed the Haillenarte heir, and he had last ceased to sow his wild oats. Baurendouin courted her lavishly, and Count Tarresson approved of the match, hoping it would help improve relations between the two High Houses.
Known as much for her tender heart and shrewd, softspoken wisdom, as well as her generous philanthropy, Jacinthe’s annual Starlight ball was one of the social events of the season in the Pillars, and always raised a small fortune for Ishgard’s orphanages. In general, Jacinthe is a very family-oriented woman, a loving wife and doting mother who absolutely adores her children; she has always supported them wholeheartedly in their various relationships and endeavors, whether it be Lanaiette’s desire to become a knight, or Aurvael’s adventurous spirit--quarreling with her husband at times, even, particularly in defense of Stephanivien’s interest in tinkering. She treated young Haurchefant as her own, whenever he fled Fortemps Manor, and always gladly opened her home and heart to him; she has always considered him like a son to her. The black ear cuffs he always wears were her gift to him, upon the winning of his spurs.
It was perhaps inevitable given her devotion to her family that the loss of her beloved son Chlodebaimt shattered her, but the impact it had cannot be overstated. Jacinthe is a deeply depressed woman who has struggled with grief from the moment she received the news of his death. She has worn the black of deepest mourning ever since, and a cameo pendant with Chlodebaimt’s likeness engraved upon it, a lock of his hair kept inside. Once known as a consummate hostess and charming guest at any affair in the Pillars, Jacinthe has become something of a recluse, and while she continues to quietly conduct her philanthropy, she has largely left it to Lanaiette and Francel to host fetes, and she rarely ventures forth from Haillenarte Manor for anything but her morning constitutionals about the Last Vigil and praying in solitude at the cathedral (always, she lights a candle for Chlodebaimt); she visited Haurchefant often during his convalescence, but that’s been about all.
Baurendouin has felt somewhat helpless in all of it, distraught at his beloved’s decline, but also consumed with his responsibilities as Count and the various disasters which befell the House. Jacinthe’s grief and depression had strong ripple effects throughout her family as well--Francel’s rash and foolhardy plan to retake the Steel Vigil wasn’t just about reclaiming House Haillenarte’s honor but avenging his brother to bring comfort to his mother, Stephanivien’s development of the Machinist discipline was in part the answer to his own grief for his brother but because he never wanted another mother to suffer the loss of a child like his own, and Baurendouin’s frustration and anger with himself over his inability to help Jacinthe through her grief was behind a lot of his conflict with Stephanivien. This isn’t to say that any of this was her fault, at all, but her family is as protective of her as she is of them, and as the heart of it, when she was broken, so were they. It didn’t help that the prevailing attitude about the Pillars was that House Haillenarte was on the decline--just like its Melancholy Comtesse, as Jacinthe sadly came to be known by her distraught friends and peers.
Things are definitely changing for the better, however, thanks to the influence of one Gisele Surana. Jacinthe will forever be grateful to the Sorceress of Light for saving her youngest and clearing the name of her House, for helping restore the Manufactory to greatness, and for all she has done in the Firmament. There is no greater ally to House Haillenarte, in her mind. But even beyond that, she sees Gisele’s influence on Stephanivien, how very supportive she is of his work and how happy she makes him--and Haurchefant. Because of Gisele, the war is over, Ishgard is healing, and no mother will lose a son for nothing, like Jacinthe did. And her eldest and her husband have reconciled, their relationship has never been stronger. So Gisele is like a daughter to her, and Jacinthe’s first appearance at a social gathering in the Pillars was for the wedding at Saint Reymanaud’s and subsequent reception at Fortemps Manor. Tellingly though, she was also present for the much smaller reception at Borel Manor that only consisted of immediate family and friends. Because of Gisele, Jacinthe has many reasons to hope again, and is beginning to do so.
#jacinthe de haillenarte#house haillenarte#bisho's adventures in gpose#the elfpile#steph tag#lord baestone#francel tag
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Rynia Eleris De Haillenarte
Seen above in hand-made garments based on a mix of traditional Ishgardian style and the garments worn in depictions of the Twelve.
Titles: The Warrior of Light, Lady of House Haillenarte, Saviour of the Firmament, Artisan of the Weaver's Guild
Nameday: 26th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon
Age: 27 (as of Endwalker)
Birthplace: The City-State of Gridania, the Black Shroud, Eorzea
Residences: Atelier Rynia, small personal cottage/workspace in the East Shroud. Family home The Wyrmweave, her father's shop in Old Gridania. Family home in Ishgard, Rosellia Manor.
Affiliations: Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Conjurer's Guild, Athenaeum Astrologicum, Twin Adders, Weaver's Guild.
Job/Class: Educated both as a conjurer (later white mage) and an astrologian.
Weapon of choice: Staves, but this makes divinations difficult on the fly. After meeting her long-lost cousin Stephanivien, she pesters him into creating her a custom staff with a built-in astrolabe at the top.
Family
Siblings: Laurent de Haillenarte (half-brother), Evangeline de Haillenarte (half-sister)
Parents: Elyrié Meielle (née. Remalla), Torriaux Meielle (né de Haillenarte)
Grandparents: Viscount Tierrin de Haillenarte, Viscountess Imelda de Haillenarte
Other Relatives (living): Baurendouin de Haillenarte (grand-uncle), Stephanivien de Haillenarte, Aurvael de Haillenarte, Laniaitte de Haillenarte, Francel de Haillenarte, Yvain de Haillenarte, Isabella de Haillenarte (cousins).
Other Relatives (deceased): Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte (cousin), Julien de Haillenarte, Peleric de Haillenarte (uncles)
Relationships
Partner: Urianger Augurelt
Best Friends: Thancred Waters, Lyse Hext, Hien Rijin, every single Loporrit, G'raha Tia, Tataru Taru, Alisaie Leveilleur.
Friends: Raya-O Senna, Leofard Myste, Stacia Myste, Leveva Byrde, Hilda Ware, Aymeric de Borel, most of the extended de Haillenarte family.
Things Rynia Has
Chocobos: Irvine, a pure-bred Gridanian chocobo with purple plumage. She also owns 15 "rescued" wild chocobos on her island: 3 black-plumed named Kiros, Ward and Laguna and 12 yellow, Selphie, Quistis, Freya, Garnet, Squall, Cid, Ellone, Edea, Eiko, Amarant, Vivi and Cloud. When asked where she got the names from, Rynia says they came to her 'in a dream' but really most of them are from books.
#blorbo#my oc#big lore energy#I'm obsessed with my red haired ocs#look at her she beautiful#Rynia de Haillenarte#This is going to be her key lore post that I add to#I just love her look at that beautiful baby#cinnamon roll#the shards of azem
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Spermament
Summary: With the grand ceremonial debut of The Firmament, a few notable citizens of Ishgard wish to show their appreciation for your efforts by showering you with deserved praise.
And even more.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Reader/Francel, slight Reader/A Whole Bunch of Ishgardian Elezen NPCs
YES THIS IS THE TITLE
YES THIS IS WHAT AN ENDWALKER WAIT DOES TO AN MFER
HOPE U ENJOY !!!
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Up to this very moment, Francel just could not believe how quickly things have changed within a blink of an eye.
At once, the desolate and ravaged residential ward beyond The Brumes served as a numbing reminder of the harsh travesties borne from the Dragonsong War.
Now, by the help of man and dragon alike, the flourishing settlement that was now The Firmament was a shining beacon of hope, a testament to the power of unity as opposed to hostility.
And it was only a mere few hours ago that The Firmament was officially anointed and open for all by a special ribbon cutting ceremony.
Yet rather than be tossed away after its ceremonial use, the silky fabric was here, presented right before a very astonished Francel.
All due to the fact that the ribbon was currently tied and wrapped so enticingly around the gorgeous physique of none other than you.
Surely, when Haurchefant cheerfully hauled him away to the Fortemps Manor for a special celebration within the the living room after The Firmament’s opening ceremony, this was the absolute furthest thing he had in mind.
By the Fury, he was just recently on stage with you for a piano recital--which he would forever cherish in his heart-- before his family, friends, and many of his fellow Ishgardians, and now he was wondering whether he even had the right to look at your barely clothed body!
“Francel, come now, our dearest hero has been looking forward to treating you well for your hard work!”
At once, the sound of Haurchefant’s jubilant voice never failed to put his heart at ease.
However, the chirp of his dear friend only intensified the burning heat in the tips of his ears as he continued to kneel before you, his shaky hands hovering over your body, still at war with his desire for you and the special bond you both shared.
Especially since Haurchefant was also in attendance at this special planned soiree to reward both you and Francel.
You wished to spoil Francel with your body.
Haurchefant wished to award your efforts with the sticky coat of his seed upon your face once his precious friend had his fill of you.
And he was not alone in this endeavor.
The Speaker of the House of Lords had managed to escape his duties to partake in the late evening’s debauchery, the former Azure Dragoon had returned from his endeavors across Eorzea to quietly see how the city was doing before he was spotted and caught by two anonymous Lalafell women, the newly anointed Count of House Fortemps and his gallivanting playboy brother were obviously the hosts, an unexpected but unsurprising appearance from Ishgard’s most notorious astrologian--all were gathered here to pay their long harbored respect to you, their ever so special and revered Warrior of Light by the vigorous strokes of their cocks with every intention to stain and vandalize your body with their cum.
After all, the sight of you tied up so temptingly in your ribbons was something he wasn’t the only one enjoying.
“Now now, Francel, where was that passion you had while overseeing The Firmament’s progress to completion?”
A familiar voice from behind.
“You know the joys of the process is what truly sets the bosom ablaze, but do be sure to savor the thrill of accomplishment, brother!”
And another.
Francel almost tore at your ribbons right then and there--if not from desire, then the overwhelming embarrassment that was possessing him.
Aurvael and Stephanivien were in attendance as well, also to offer their tribute to you.
Halone be merciful, of all the times for his brothers to be proudly present in support of him!
Today was to be a day of celebration and yet Francel couldn’t even get himself to open the special gift that was prepared just for him.
“Francel, just focus on me like you did when we performed.”
A voice was that especially familiar.
With a light gasp, Francel shook out of his reverie as his gaze found yours.
The sweet demeanor you exuded as your eyes met during your performance together was in stark contrast to the temptingly seductive look on your face as you stared back at him.
Giggling at his expression became all the more flustered, you continued, “Handle me like you did your piano.” A glint flashed in your eyes. “That is what I want most of all.”
The tension in his shoulders eased slightly while his trembling fingers slowly found peace.
Of course.
It was by your support that he could enjoy such merriment, that his country could take a step forward in the direction of a future that gleamed so splendidly with opportunity.
From the time you saved him from inevitable doom enforced by the ways of old to ushering in a new era of peace and needed progression with the founding of The Firmament, there was so much you had done for him.
Francel took in a deep breath before he spoke.
His voice was course yet assured as his hands reached forward to cup your chest through the ribbons with a shy yet earnest squeeze. “Then I’ll take this duty with pride.”
And then his lips met yours in an earnest kiss.
To his side, he could hear the stern grunt of “Oh thank god” from one Estinien, which was followed by the cheeky “Ahh is it because you were close to arriving, dear sir?” from Haurchefant, with Aymeric letting out a resound sigh as he mused, “Can we kindly keep the peace for our hero, please?”
While Francel’s ears were swift to feel hot once more, the tugs and pulls of his hand were even quicker, groping and fondling your body through the silky fabric for fleeting moments before he stripped you bare, his cock aching to plunge deep inside of you.
With your hands now free, you were delighted to reciprocate his touch, helping him out with his clothes to at least open his coat so your fingers could trail over his nipples, pleasured whines escaping him as he hastily undid his trousers.
It wasn’t long until the two of you were tangled and intertwined on the floor, his hips slamming against yours at a feverish pace, the muffled moans of his name on your lips a point of envy for everyone else in the room, who were eager to partake in you as well right afterwards.
But for now, much like that blessed moment up on stage, this was just you and him, locked together in passion, in yearning, in thankfulness.
Your lips found his for kisses, your legs remaining spread wide for him to continue spearing his cock in and out of you. His hands traveled over your body, unable to resist from squeezing your ass as he delved headfirst into seeing the fantasies he had of you for so long become reality.
For you were heaven and he would bask in your light with absolute reverence.
As he did while his arms latched around you in a tight embrace, his thrusts quickened with no regard for form, just a desperation as he could feel his orgasm draw near. Yet as he found himself attempting to slow down his pace to be mindful of where he spilled his seed, he felt your hands cup his cheeks right as your thumb caressed over his skin.
Then you spoke, your voice sweet and encouraging in a soft coo.
“Go on, Francel--let it all out.”
And thus, ever willing to satisfy your wants and desires, he did as was told, the hot rush of his seed flooding into you.
The both of you were breathless, but the both of you were as joyous as could be.
For as reluctant as he was to pull out, tonight’s proceedings were meant to be a celebration for all of Ishgard.
With one last kiss on your smiling lips, he drew away from you, gazing back at your nude form with adoration in his eyes, of which only deepened as your body was once again wrapped in ribbons--this time of pearly white stickiness of pearly white with the circling of the others around you, with your face looking so satisfied and pleased as you graciously received their tribute in full, all while the expression on your features showed reflected an utter anticipation to take on more demonstrations of appreciation.
As he felt his cock stir, a smile slid onto his features as his gaze met yours yet again.
Within the blink of an eye, Francel’s perception of you had changed and he was all the more enamored with you for it.
#francel de haillenarte#francel x wol#francel de haillenarte x reader#aymeric de borel#estinien wyrmblood#artoirel de fortemps#emmanellain de fortemps#jannequinard de durendaire#aurvael de haillenarte#stephanivien de haillenarte#final fantasy xiv#FFXIV#reader insert#Fic#super freaknasty writing
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fishers should count themselves lucky that the fish they catch can't actually eat their faces in game
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Chapter 2 of Something to Live For! In which the boys tell Steph's family and Get Emotional
#Final Fantasy XIV#haurchefant greystone#stephanivien de haillenarte#Aurvael de Haillenarte#Baurendouin de Haillenarte#francel de haillenarte#StephanivienxHaurchefant#everybody lives au
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babu haillenarte's
#my art#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#stephanivien de haillenarte#laniaitte de haillenarte#francel de haillenarte#aurvael de haillenarte#chlodebaimt de haillenarte#francel is onion baby#my beloveds
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Character Roster
Destiney Koellian
Age: 32
Married to Syluss Koellian
Dest is currently on leave as a healer for the OSR Free Company after the birth of her first child with Syluss. One half of the Delvanguard twins. She does run a free healing clinic at her house. Shroud born and always willing to help those in need. Loves tea, sweets, and novels. Also has a wolf named Tucker.
(Open for RP and all asks. Sin Day asks may or may not be answered.)
Stefan Delvanguard
Age: 32
Dating: P’sahji’to Bajhiri
Stefan currently serves in his sister place at the OSR Free Company, the other half of the Delvanguard twins. Shroud born but often avoids the Shroud when he can. His primary study is as an arcanist but he does know black magic as well. Loves exploring ruins, books, and black coffee.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Alexois Dubeltaire
Age: 36
Married to Sanagi Satou
Alex is a assassin for hire though also does typical mercenary work as more of a cover. Ishgardian Brume born and holds a grudge against the Highborne over things he suffered as a kid. Loves cooking as a hobby and fighting at the Gin Mill. Gin Mill is a special date night with his wife and their cats. Has a black cat missing part of one ear that he named Shadow.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Lancefer Aurifore
Age: 35
Dating: Kyneirra Beausejour
Lance is a knight for House Haillenarte at Skyfire Locks under Francel de Haillenarte. Served Chlodebaimt de Haillenarte before the fall of the Steel Vigil. Disowned by his immediate family and taken in by the Loche family. Cousin to the Delvanguard twins. Loves being a knight and needs to learn a hobby. (According to Tara.) Has a pet owl named Owlvael, named after Aurvael de Haillenarte.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Valentin Charledore
Age: 23
Valen is a wandering minstrel and bounty hunter. A notorious flirt which can often land him in trouble for flirting with the wrong person. Loves music and dancing. Often seen with the doman magpie he named Lily. Nephew to Alexois. Works as a music teacher at his aunt’s free company in his spare time.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Keaira Stark
Age: 23
Keaira is an adventurer who has studied as a pugilist. Though she is currently taking martial arts lessons from Aliiza to further her fighting skills. Picked up her father’s sense of justice as he is one of the Sultan’s Sworn. Loves to challenge herself with brawls and dressing up when she’s not adventuring.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Marielle Valeroyant
Age: ???
Mari is from Anyx Trine but was cursed as a young dragon, becoming trapped in her current form. She makes the best of her imprisonment, wandering about using the knowledge a former dragoon passed along to her. Works as a herbal healer when she’s not spending time with Bodge. Adopted a raptor as a baby and named him Blue.
(Open for RP and all asks minus Sin Day ones.)
Alfarinn Westergaard
Age: 31
Alfa is from Tailfeather out in Dravania. A hunter that left home after the death of his partner. He currently is still hunting the group or person responsible while working as the head of security for Sanagi’s free company. He loves hunting and physical labor. Has a hunting dog he’s named Frode.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Adelena Frostwyght
Age: 31
Adel is a member of the Sanguine Sirens like her mother was. However her mother was lost in the fighting at the Flatts against the Garleans. Her fellow Sirens have dubbed her the Frost Siren after a maneuver she came up with in an raid on a Garlean ship. Works mainly as a healer for the Sirens but is fully capable of handling her own in a fight too.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Asher Thorne
Age: 39
Asher is Shroud born and used to belong to the same group of bandits as his brother. After disagreements with his brother, he left and found his way to the Sea of Clouds. There he met his Sky Pirate Captain and joined up. Is an excellent marksman with a bow or gun and works as the crew’s mechanic. Built his own smart bomb that looks like a harmless Bomb minion that he named Charlie.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Aryn Lockwood
Age: 36
Aryn’s family were nomadic and he’s spent much of his life traveling. Joining the circus troupe called the Blue Moon at age of 22 despite his parents not entirely liking the idea. He performs as a dancer and special effects artist for the troupe. Following him around is a kidragora he’s named Basil, gifted to him by a fan of his during the troupe’s travels. He’s currently taking a break from the troupe when it passed by Ul’dah and is spending time with his troupe sister, Ely.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Nebula Carina
Age: 38
Nebula is part of Clan Carina, a clan born from survivors from the War of the Magi. The only child of the current head shaman of their clan and on a personal journey to see more of the world before they step up to become the next shaman of the clan. Gentle witch bun who is a little out of touch with current society for having lived their entire life within a secluded clan.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Ronove
Age: ??? (Predates the War of the Magi)
Stefan’s shapeshifting voidsent partner. Often found in the form of a toy vampire bat where he hides to avoid being hunted or killed for being a voidal. A rather terrible voidal at that. As in he’s bad at being a voidsent, not the scary creature one might think he should be despite his void form being that of a gargoyle. Easily ruled by his stomach and a love of spicy foods.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
Cedrik Meier
Age: 40
Cedrik is a Voidhunter from Clan Carina. He left the clan with Marceline d'Arsenault years ago and took up void hunting with them. Marcy tried to leave without him following and he was rescued by Marcy when his attempts to follow got him preyed upon by a voidal instead. He’s a bit of trickster and prankster with a hatred of voidsent. Commonly he will act as prey to lure in voidals just to kill them when they fall for the trap.
(Open for RP and all asks.)
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#Character Roster#Carrd linked for full profiles#Just brief tidbits about the characters while the carrd has better details#Still need to make carrd profiles for the last three#Last Updated 2/14/24#Small update to Aryn's age because a friend asked about updating her character's age
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“I could never define all that you are to me.” Nerys x Estinien x Aymeric
From this prompt list, still taking prompts!
Ended up using this as less a “sentence starter” and more a general prompt with the phrase altered later in
Set some time post 5.0
The late Viscountess named this guest room the “Pink Rose Room” for its colors and decoration. One of six such color-coded guest rooms within the Manor. To Nerys, she thought of it as her room. And gratefully slumped into it, burying herself into the petal pink comforter.
Her feet ached in a way they never had, so used to punishing leaps and runs and a thousand other things that should ruin her lower body but had not yet. The culprit must be the shoes, so delicate and ribbon trimmed that she suffered their discomfort all evening to wear such pretty things.
Perhaps if she wore such shoes more often it wouldn’t be an issue but most days required boots and greaves.
“There you are.” Estinien’s voice was the only indication of his presence until the whole mattress jostled with him lying down beside her. Their legs stretched out side-by-side off the bed, she with her chest and face pressed into the comforter and he with his spine flush against it. “You said you liked events like this.”
“I do.” Nerys muttered into the blankets. “But my feet hurt now and I only have myself to blame.”
“Come on then.” He tugged at her wrist. “You know Aymeric will want to fuss over you. I don’t know why you came here instead of the master suite.”
“You weren’t planning on my staying the night.” She gave a little shrug as she turned her face, cheek against the blanket as she watched him. Her elaborate updo remained in place despite the way she’d flopped onto the bed. The view of his handsome face and the blue jewel at his ear remained unobstructed.
Nerys had meant to leave at least two bells ago, back to Fortemps Manor. And then ended up lost in conversation with the whole of the Hallienarte family about reconstruction efforts and the best goods to import from Gridania. And then the musicians started a set of old Ishgardian favorites and Count Baurendouin insisted his children honor the Warrior of Light with a dance each. And then Count Charlemend needed her opinion on something, so on, so forth-
-Until the guests departed. Aymeric took one look at her and insisted she spend the night, even if the distance to Fortemps Manor was not that far. Tired and seeing how thickly the snow fell outside, Nerys agreed.
Somehow, she’d forgotten how much energy this much social interaction could take. She had new respect for Alphinaud and Haurchefant.
Estinien snorted. “If we needed to be alone, I would tell you. We don’t. Come on.”
“Moment.” Nerys pushed herself up and over, then bent down to work at the ribbons about her ankles. Pleasure and happiness filled her, despite the fiddliness of the knot. What she had with these two...it was different from what they had with each other or what she had with her little coterie of lovers. But the feelings–hers at least–were no less strong because of it.
It was only that she wanted to respect the boundaries, not push herself into their private space.
“Do it in the room,” Estinien said at last and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. Her full silver skirts did not much care to accommodate him and she saw the calculation in his eyes.
“Do not rip these,” she told him. “I like this dress.”
“There must be items I can pull off,” he said and then did, grasping two of the petticoats and tugging them off from under the dress. It meant he put one foot on the bed to prop her up with his knee and she tried very hard not to laugh. Very very hard. And then ended up laughing anyway at the look on his face.
“Stop that.” He hauled her back into a more acceptable carry and strode for the window.
“I can’t,” she giggled, pressing her face to his shoulder. Laughing into the brocade of his dark navy jerkin. “The way you scowled at my petticoats-”
He opened the window, engulfing them in a blast of cold air and snow that near put out the fire in the hearth. Nerys could not help but shiver a little. The gauzy fabric about her arms offered no protection, her neckline was at the height of Ishgardian fashion which meant as much décolletage as possible through tailoring and engineering.
The absolutely feral grin he gave meant Estinien thought he’d won by freezing her amusement. As he leapt up a story and across, she debated challenging him. If he left her on the roof she would not be able to jump down in these shoes. How long could she last before she had to call for a surrender?
Estinien landed on the master suite’s windowsill and rapped three times upon the glass. There was a moment of curtains parting, a key inserted into a lock before one of the panels opened outward (Estinien balanced them both to avoid getting knocked off).
“There are perfectly serviceable stairs,” Aymeric said, holding out his arms. Nerys found herself deposited into them and carried towards the grand hearth.
“This was quicker,” she said, touching his cheek. “Thank you, by the way. Letting me stay overnight and then inviting me into your room.”
His always-startling blue eyes widened. “You are always welcome, Nerys. Always.”
“I told her as much,” Estinien muttered from the window as he climbed inside. “Help her with those shoes, she must have triple-knotted them.”
First, Aymeric set her upon the lavishly embroidered chair by the fire. (It was not expensive or antique. None of the heirloom pieces could be in any room Sainte de Borel might get his claws into. Said cat was nowhere to be seen, likely hiding and angry that Aymeric had allowed over so many strangers.)
Next he dusted the snow from her hair and dress, pulling a green crocheted blanket about her. Only then did he kneel before her, hands cradling her right foot with the lightest of touches. His long fingers skimmed over the silver ribbon, plucking at the knot she’d tied. A slight furrow appeared between his brows.
“You did not want these to come off, it seems,” he said.
“I could hardly lose a shoe while waltzing with Aurvael de Haillenarte. And...they’re very pretty shoes.”
“Hm.” Aymeric worked at it a few more minutes before the ribbon at last was free. He unwrapped it from her ankle, bending to kiss the tender skin revealed. “Pretty shoes for a pretty lady. I understand.”
“You can do better than that.” Estinien’s voice came from above her. He leaned over the back of the chair, pressing callused hands over her shoulders. Kneading at the muscle with almost too much intensity–which was just what her muscles needed to loosen.
“I have all evening to improve.” Aymeric looked up through his dark lashes. “But tell me, what does my lady require of me?”
Their adoration was a palpable thing that wrapped her as warmly as the green blanket. Just as she could not put an easy label of what they were to her, she could not voice what she needed in that moment. All that she could think to say was:
“You. All of you.”
“Everything I am and I have,” Aymeric said with a rush of breath. He rose to kiss her then, gentle hands upon her cheek and hungry mouth upon hers. Estinien circled the chair, joining the tangle to press his lips against her neck, her shoulder, her collar.
And then it did not matter that she could not and maybe never would be able to define what they were to her. They knew they all belonged to each other, and that was enough.
#thank you!#ally writes#nerys eluned#aymeric de borel#estinien wyrmblood#aymeric x estinien x wol#duskwight elezen#duskwight warrior of light#dragoon warrior of light#polyamory#everyone loves everyone and it is good#sainte de borel
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Of Boats and Lakesides [A Haurchefant/Francel Fanfiction]
Rating: [G]
Category: M/M
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Pairing: Haurchefant Greystone/Francel de Haillenarte
Summary: In which summer is come, school is on pause--and your greatest friends happen to be semi-rich and invite you to their summer vacation home. Oh. They also happen to have the cutest brother you've also been seeing in your dreams for years.
Tags and notes: Modern AU. Alternate Universe - canon divergent. Summer vacation. Boating.
Mentions of Kist who belongs to my really good n close friend and I always write him as part of the family. Looks kind of like Lanni, handsome and kind of sassy and I love him lots.
I wrote as simplistically as I could as my brain has been giving me lots of troubles but I still wanted to create and this is what I was able to manage. I started it a long time ago to be honest.
AO3 Link: HERE
Sneak Peek:
There was a slight tilt of the boat as Haurchefant helped himself into it from the dock. It was still on it’s hitch, the end of the long-bed truck angled down the ramp, holding it somewhat still in its brace. Stephanivien was leaning out the truck’s window, and watching. Aurvael simply plopping into the captain's seat as the boat was backed in. Haurchefant taking the seat behind after climbing in, pulling down his shades before holding onto the back brace of the captain’s chair. The truck dipped lower on the marina ramp and the boat swayed as it gained buoyancy.
“Easy!’ Stephanivien called out the window before he put the shift in drive and then held the break while Aurvael got the motor turned on. The truck pulled away slowly while Aurvael simultaneously reversed the boat's motor and backed out into the water. The truck left a trail of torrential water pouring from the chassis as he pulled away to leave the truck somewhere safe while Aurvael took them to the dock a few yards to the side to meet up with him.
Stephanivien hopped in with a lopsided grin, sending the speed boat rocking and earning a vicious snarl from his sister. Haurchefant has been fast friends with Stephanivien and Aurvael since meeting them in their graduate school, he’d never met the rest of the family though, and had been nervous when Stephanivien invited him to their summer manor.
#Final Fantasy XIV#Haurchefant/Francel#Haurchefant Greystone/Francel de Haillenarte#my writing#I am PhoenixUnknown#Modern AU#but on a boat#wrote as simplistically as I could#no beta I die like a coward
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