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whitherliliesbloom · 4 years

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the instagram boyfriends club

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haurchefant greystone, estinien wyrmblood and alphinaud leveilleur. mentions laurelis by @ancientechos, peppermint by @mintdrop. illya is also mentioned and appears briefly at the end. may be a little ooc but do i care?? a lot of the jokes were stolen from this youtube video, which was also the main inspiration for this fic.

instagram pics are #seriousbusiness

Saturday mornings were typically an uneventful affair, and thankfully so. His duties as the student council president often meant hectic school days filled with a mountain high of paperwork on top of his already impressive laundry list of assignments. Alphinaud was thankful for any little moment of peace he can get - weekends in particular were sacred, reserved only for either relaxation or outings with his family, friends or girlfriend.

And yet...

[[One unread message from Estinien]]

Estinien: meet me at haurchefant’s house in 1 hour. You: Wait. In an hour??? What for?? Estinien: just be there You: ???? You: This is so sudden. Is something wrong?? You: Estinien???

Of course he’d be left on read, as was common when texting Estinien.. sometimes at the most egregious of times. This in particular would be one of the absolute worst examples of Estinien’s utter lack of prudence. No matter how many times Alphinaud would dial his friend’s number, the unanswered ringing would only cause his nerves to spike.

Within the campus grounds he was a well respected figure who possessed more authority than any of the other students of his cohort.. and yet outside of it, he’d always be reduced to being something of a pushover, one who couldn’t help but to allow himself to be pulled by the whims of his friends.

He could only pray that whatever it was Estinien’s decided to drag him into this time, it wouldn’t take too much of his precious saturday rest.

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“You want Haurchefant to teach us how to take instagram photos??” Alphinaud’s voice raises in pitch, nothing short of bewildered by Estinien’s request to their mutual friend as he stepped inside of the house. “I never took you to be the type who cared about that-”

“It’s not for me.” With a low grunt, Estinien mutters between grit teeth before settling himself onto the couch with a burdened thud. “It’s for Totomi.”

In an instant, it all made sense, and Alphinaud has to withhold himself from letting out an audible chuckle. It’s no surprise that an outgoing girl from the drama club who has a penchant for the extravagant and flare would like to post photos online for her following to see. Though Alphinaud himself wasn’t exactly an expert on the matter - his own instagram profile was only ever updated semi-regularly with ordinary photos of classmates and student council activities, he was at least aware that there were others who practically lived their entire lives on that app.

“Ah! You wish to learn how to take better pictures for your beloved! How wonderful!”

Haurchefant’s jovial tone elicits a grimace from Estinien, whose grip on his phone only tightens.

“I’m just sick of her asking me to constantly retake shots. I’d rather not have to stand in the middle of the street for ten minutes just to take a single picture of her in front of a brick wall.”

“And you thought to ask Haurchefant...why?” Alphinaud asks with an inquisitive tilt of his head.

“You seriously don’t know??”

“Know what?”

“Haurchefant is called the god of instagram boyfriends.. or some dumb shit like that.”

“Uh... what?” He’s heard of instagram. He’s heard of instagram models... but what in twelves name was an instagram boyfriend?

Haurchefant’s shoulders pull back in pride upon hearing that indirect praise, however, evidently more than a little pleased that his reputation and ‘fame’.. if it could be considered that, was beginning to spread by word of mouth.

“I’m so truly flattered that you would think so highly of me!” With a raise of both his arms, Haurchefant grins. Estinien rolls his eyes and mutters ‘i wasn’t praising you’ beneath his breath. “Indeed! I will admit to be at least well experienced in the art of taking instagram pictures for my beloved!”

“Laurelis? Pardon me for asking.. I’m not surprised that she has an instagram account.. but what makes you so special?”

Right on cue, Haurchefant raises up the screen of his phone, proudly displaying the profile of the ever familiar pink-haired miqo’te. Admittedly, Alphinaud didn’t know very much about Laurelis. What little he did know was only informed to him by her best friend, who just so happened to be the very same young lady he was dating. And from the few times they’ve spoken, he could see the miqo’te as being quite an instagram addict too - as most extroverted types typically are.

Upon seeing the numbers listed on the profile, however, Alphinaud’s eyes very nearly pop out of his sockets.

“Over five thousand followers?!” That’s more than the entire student body and staff members of Eorzea academy combined. The twelve knows it will take an eternity for Alphinaud himself to see that amount of followers on his account.

“My dear is something of a minor celebrity! And I take great pride in knowing that I was able to play a small part in helping her take the pristine, ‘aesthetically pleasing’ shots as they say that she is known for today!”

“Good for you.” If estinien’s eyes could roll any harder they’d roll to the back of his skull.

“Ah, but what of you, Alphinaud? Are you here to learn how to take better photos for Illya?”

The shorter elezen widens his eyes in surprise, not having expected to have a question directed straight at him, but he is quick to shake his head in response. As far as he was aware, Illya wasn’t exactly more instagram savvy than he himself was. She did have an account, one he naturally followed, but it would only ever be updated once every several days - and rarely with actual photographs of herself. Food, plant life and animals made up the majority of her profile’s portfolio, not that Alphinaud ever failed to double tap on any of her pictures, no matter how menial they seemed.

Though, he supposes she could be considered slightly internet famous as well - just not at all in the same way her best friend was. He hears that her gardening blog has just reached a 2 thousand subscriber milestone, recently.. which he imagines to be quite a feat especially considering it was by all accounts quite literally a website filled with nothing but gardening tips, tutorials and floral arrangement pictures.

“Not exactly. Estinien forced-” he nearly continues to speak, but the low grunt emitted from the couch causes Alphinaud to swallow his words “-encouraged me to come along for the lesson. He said it’d be....livelier with the three of us.”

“Well, there certainly is no harm in more company! Regardless of your reasons for being here, I’m sure the things you’ll learn today will help you and Illya in the future!”

Haurchefant moves over to the couch, tapping on Estinien’s shoulder who could only let out a groan in annoyance.

“Now then.. shall we get on with the lesson?”

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“Now, let’s do some practice shots! Say that I have asked you to take an OOTD picture!”

“The hell’s OOTD.”

“Ah, outfit of the day, my friend! Now let’s have you take a picture of me and I shall give you my candid feedback! Starting with you, Alphinaud!”

The shortest of the trio thinks to protest for a moment, but quickly presses his lips together and reluctantly holds his phone up to snap a photo of his taller peer, who has already taken station by the window and posed for the camera.

“Ah a perfectly serviceable photo, my friend! But it has one critical, devastating flaw.”

“I-It’s that serious?? What is it?”

Haurchefant points to the bottom of the picture where his legs were cut off and shakes his head.

“You must never, ever cut off the feet in a full body shot, especially for an outfit of the day picture! This is one of the most common pitfalls of instagram boyfriends!” With an exaggerated wave, he gestures to his boots. “Remember! The shoes are part of the outfit!”

The sheer enthusiasm of Haurchefant’s loud proclamation only gives Alphinaud further whiplash when he turns to look at Estinien, whose face has darkened with the deepest frown he’s seen his friend wear in a long while.

“It’s just shoes... why the hell does it matter?”

He’s more than a little disgruntled as he recalled the way Totomi had asked him to take a photo of her new wool sweater and jeans, and her numerous loud demands for him to retake the shot with her bright red sneakers in frame. It wasn’t even a new pair - but one she’s worn for years...unable to appreciate the effort she’d went into making sure her entire wardrobe was perfectly color coordinated.

“Grumble all you wish, friend, but these are things of great importance in the eyes of our ladies! Now, repeat after me! The shoes are part of the outfit!”

“T-the shoes are part of the outfit...” Alphinaud mutters, as Estinien grumbles even further. His uncooperative behavior only causes Haurchefant to grow more pushy.

“Louder! With more gusto! THE SHOES ARE PART OF THE OUTFIT!”

“Nobody gives a damn about your shoes!”

No wonder Totomi has to nag him to retake her photos...

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“The angle you take the photo can either turn the picture into a stunning piece of work, or an unaesthetic disaster! Please Alphinaud my friend, demonstrate by taking a photo of Estinien sitting on this chair.”

Alphinaud has never held his phone in his hands for as long as he has on this day, so much that he can practically feel the heat from its overuse start to scald his palms and fingers. And yet he dares not to argue, and instead quickly snaps a photo of Estinien as instructed, who looks just as unamused and tired as he was, if not even more so.

“Splendid, Alphinaud! The focus is just right! However, you would have done better were you to have taken the photo at a higher angle.”

“What difference would that have made?”

“A high-angled photo slims down the face, while a low-angled picture elongates the legs! Indeed, it may seem surprising, but such small, subtle differences in even the height at which you hold your camera could make all the difference in the world!” One would assume they were listening to a professional photographer speak from the way Haurchefant lectured them about the intricacies and importance of camera placement in taking instagram photographs.. and Alphinaud wasn’t sure if he was more exasperated or amazed. “Now, take a photo of Alphinaud and show me your fine work, Estinien!”

With yet another roll of his eyes, and a barely audible grumble, Estinien steps forward and holds up his phone, towering over his seated friend and quickly snaps a photo.

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“Now, we shall practice taking pictures of one another within an imaginary scenario.” The cups of coffee and plates of biscuit Haurchefant had fetched from the kitchen were gently placed upon the dining table, before he steps back and gestures towards Alphinaud. “Say your lady and you are on a date, and she asks you to take a photo of her at the table.”

“Um.. well, something like this?”

Alphinaud holds his phone up to Haurchefant, whose smile falters for but a brief moment.

“Oh dear, my friend.. Did you not notice the misplaced broom in the background?” He leans down and taps on the side of the photograph, where sure enough a blurry and seemingly innocuous broom stood just on the edge of the frame. It seemed harmless enough to him, and yet that mistake seemed enough to cause even Haurchefant, whose joyous demeanor never seemed to be breakable, to slump his shoulders. “The secret to success is a keen eye and attention to detail, my friend.”

For the first time in three hours, Estinien lets out a smirk and a chuckle. It seems the only way he’d get any enjoyment out of this little photo taking lesson is to see Alphinaud be told off and dejected.

“You suck at this, don’t you?”

Alphinaud’s shoulders rise and fall with a nonchalant shrug.

“Pardon, but at least my photographs are in focus.”

“You wanna say that a little louder again, punk?”

“Now, now! Let us not fight! We are brothers in arms, and there is still much and more to learn! For our next lesson, I shall teach you how to take pictures of food and drinks!”

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Alphinaud’s phone battery has never once died on him in his life. Even with his normally liberal use of his applications such as the notepad, calculators and on the rare occasions, prolonged social media use, he’s never used his phone enough in a single day for the battery to ever run out.

That day had certainly been the first.. and it was also at the end of that saturday, upon watching the light and life from his smart phone die out on him, that Haurchefant urged him to get a portable charger... among other things such as a selfie stick. He’d even downloaded one of those photo editing applications, one that he has still yet to fully figure his way around.

If there was anything he’d learn on that fateful day, and thought to himself as he walked home under the hues of the setting sun that evening, it was that taking instagram pictures was seriously not a joke.

And here he was on a date with the gardening club president a mere week later.. and a far changed... and scarred man.

“Is something wrong, Alphinaud?”

Illya had caught him staring at a brick wall with a piece of particularly ‘aesthetic’ looking graffiti, and for a moment his head had been filled with naught by red blaring sirens and a words that repeatedly chanted ‘photo op’ in his head. It was only by the grace of her voice, and a slight tug of her hand in his that his attention would be pulled away, a forced smile upon his expression.

“Oh, forgive me. I was just.. distracted.”

Illya has never asked him to take a photo of her, much less stopped their date dead in its tracks in order to take a picture for her social media. She never was the type who cared much for arbitrary internet fame and followers.. and he thought he had been as well.

T’would seem however, that he’s taken Haurchefant’s advice to heart, a little too much for his own good.. and he’s certainly far more attentive of his surroundings and much to his own horror, of the outfits that the people around him wore. One thing he hadn’t exactly counted on however... was an interest being ignited within him, an urge to take photos at golden opportunities in life when he would have otherwise thought it too mundane to capture before his lesson with Haurchefant and Estinien.

And as he stands stock still with a phone in his hands, his adorable and well dressed girlfriend by his side.. and an incredibly aesthetically pleasing looking brick wall.. And the motto of the instagram boyfriends club Haurchefant had asked him to repeat like a mantra that day echoed incessantly in his ears.

‘Her likes are your likes’

The eyes of the camera were to be treated like a gods’.. and if they thought their girlfriends beautiful, what better way to express that love than to capture that beauty on camera and share it for the world to see?

“Would you like to take a picture, Illya?”

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2020 #ffxivwrite #alphinaud leveilleur #haurchefant greystone #estinien wrymblood #kiwisffxivwrite2020 #alphinaud #haurchefant #estinien #illya skawi #we've come so far #fanfic #mine #this was very sloppily written but damn did i have a lot of fun writing this

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efrmellifer · 4 years

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The Widow AU, Part One

warning for: unbridled angst, major character death, hypothermia

The click of heels on the stones meant one thing. She was coming. She was coming, ready to be bounced and twirled and lavished with kisses.

Lucia took a deep breath, held it, released it. The appointed hour had come.

She remembered well all the times she’d had to make excursions like this, to break this sort of news, alongside Aymeric.

If only he could help her with this one.

“Lucia!” Etien called, coming to a halt.

“Etien.” Lucia swallowed, trying to put the words together, trying to make what she was about to say make sense. After all, Etien was going to be the last to know what the rest of Ishgard already did. “I’m… sorry. We didn’t know how to send letters to you the way he did.”

She watched Etien’s swaying, curling tail fall limp, still save for the wind pushing it alongside her skirts. “What? Gods, is there something wrong with Aymeric? Take me to him!”

Lucia sighed, her heart sinking. Already the light was shifting in Etien’s eyes. Fading, as it did in all the widows Lucia had ever had the misfortune of notifying. “I can’t, Etien. He’s already been buried.”

“Buried?”

People turned, shocked at first, but the disapproving hisses turned to sympathetic coos when they saw who it was causing a commotion in Saint Valeroyant’s Forum.

She was too young to be a widow.

“We don’t know what caused it. We checked before he was prepared to be interred, but nothing came up. No illness, no poisons we could detect, nothing like that. He was just… gone.”

Lucia had seen this before, the pained smile that came with the shock and disbelief. Just a peek of Etien’s eyeteeth under her upper lip as it pulled back.

The light was totally gone now, replaced with the glimmer of the midday sun shining on the mass of tears flooding Etien’s eyes. “He’s… gone? No. Lucia, this isn’t—you can’t be serious.”

“I would never lie to you about something like this.”

Etien swallowed. “Where is he?”

Lucia let out another sigh, though it didn’t lessen the weight on her heart. “The overlook in the central highlands. You should be familiar with the spot.” She didn’t need to say more. Etien knew.

The tears were sliding slowly down her cheeks now, wet and hot and at their own plodding pace as she sat down on the fountain. She hadn’t the spirit to climb up, just plopped herself on the first part she saw, pulling her knees to her chest and her forehead to her knees.

Etien had made this journey into the Central Highlands before; it was never a happy one. She wasn’t wearing the appropriate mourning clothing this time, though. She hadn’t changed her clothes, hadn’t unpacked, hadn’t even gone home, just left her belongings in the Congregation and called for Nyx.

She had other mounts she could have ridden, ones that might have made the journey faster, but there was some part of her that wanted to feel this whole process as fully as she could. This might be the last time she felt anything, after all.

She was wiping her eyes more than she was holding the reins, so she was glad that Nyx was so good at following pathways and navigating the drifts of snow without her input.

At last, they found the place. She dismounted, heels sinking into the snow as it crunched under the soles of her boots.

She pulled her coat tighter around her as she stepped up to the graves. On the left, an older one (though not very old at all). On the right, the fresh one. She remembered what Lucia had told her when Etien had said she was heading for the highlands. “You’ll find a gap between the plots. We… we figured you might want to be buried there, eventually.”

The fresh grave was very fresh. Hells, the snow was still slightly gray from being mixed with dirt.

She didn’t even get to be there for the burial, to cast her fistful of dirt. Not that that would have been a fitting goodbye, when their star had still been rising. She’d just told Feo Ul how much there was left to do! And now it would never get done.

The gods were cruel.

She knelt in the snow, not caring even a little about how it soaked through the knees of her tights, chilling her to the depths of her bones, to her very soul. She kissed the stone they’d placed to mark the grave.

Trusted leader, beloved husband, it read. She wept freely. He was, he was so loved. He was a man worth following, a man worth waiting for. She’d have waited her whole life just to see him again. But it wasn’t to be, apparently.

She knelt between the headstones until the sun went down, mostly crying, but doing a lot of thinking as well.

That is, until her thoughts hit a breaking point just after dusk. Then, all she could do was scream.

Her voice—the voice that had goaded on armies, buoyed battalions—left her in a high, howling cry, one that echoed across the highlands before cracking, She sucked in a breath and the scream continued, each new wave sounding more feral and wounded than the last.

When she’d screamed herself past hoarse, over-oxygenated from taking in so much air between wails, she fell to the snow, crumpled unconscious between the graves of the two men she’d most wanted to protect, but wasn’t able to save.

For a blessing, she was found before she really did join Haurchefant and Aymeric at the bosom of Halone, though she was in no good way. Put simply, her lips being close to blue was the least of her problems.

But she was carted somewhere she would be safe, brought to the care of her family—though not to Ishgard. The journey would be too far. She needed to be warmed up now, and the closest place they could guarantee her safety? Camp Dragonhead.

They burst into the office, calling for Emmanellain’s attention, the men carrying her trying not to jostle her too badly.

“My lord, your sister was found out near Providence Point, lying among the gravestones, about to sink into her own grave. Her chocobo was found nearby, as well.”

Emmanellain’s eyes widened as he looked at Etien, deathly pale. He didn’t lift his gaze from her, willing her to breathe, as he thought about what grief it would bring if of the five that Edmont claimed as his children, only he and Artoirel remained.

“Only the true bloods,” he mumbled before looking up. “Uh. She needs to be warmed, pray do so however is safest. When she can be transported, I shall take the old girl and her bird home.”

Still unconscious but looking better, she was trundled out later, placed back on Nyx and carefully secured, then Nyx was lashed to Emmanellain’s chocobo to make the journey to Ishgard.

It was as they were crossing to the Arc of the Worthy that Emmanellain chanced a look back at Etien, to check if she was waking up, and to make sure the color was staying in her cheeks.

Blessedly, she looked fine.

When the pair arrived at Fortemps Manor, Etien was carried inside by the house knights, and laid in the bed that was always made up, in case she needed somewhere to stay. Blankets were heaped around her, and Emmanellain stayed close, to ensure she didn’t catch a final chill, or sweat too much.

She stayed asleep for days. But she was only asleep. For this, they thanked the Fury.

#fic #just another angsty AU #toto don't look

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antiquated-storyteller · 6 years

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30 Day OTP+ Alphabet Challenge

Here it is if ya want to check it out/try it out/reference

1. A - Age. Do the otp+ plan on spending their lives together? How do they imagine their relationship years from now?

It all began with a whisper from one of his fellow knights; “ “Lady Vala Greystone.” It certainly has a nice ring to it.”

The words stopped Haurchefant in his tracks. It was no secret to the inhabitants - much less the men he lead - in Camp Dragonhead about his said relationship with the Warrior of Light. Yet this mere sentence had him floored, and it wasn’t even directed at him. Oh no, he had simply been going about his usual routine when he overheard his men talking among themselves in passing. At the words finally registering in his brain, well, it took no time whatsoever for his mind to conjure up several images.

First of course was the image of Vala in a gown of Eternal Innocence. The mere thought of it caused his heart to beat faster than it ever had before, that and his face to flush a deep red. There was also the voice in the far back of his mind screaming at him as to how in the Seven Hell’s had this thought never crossed his mind before!? The answer to that was simple, he never thought that Vala would ever return his feelings.

He thought that his beloved had only thought of him as a dear friend. Oh, he was such a blind fool to have not seen that she looked at him the same way as he did. Was he ever grateful to the Fury for granting him the strength to at last tell her how he truly felt. Now however, he was asking the Fury for courage on another matter. At least, the thoughts leading to another matter.

The words he overheard stayed in his mind for a long time to come. Thinking, daydreaming of what it would be like to be with Vala for the remainder of his days. She would make a wonderful mother, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Gods, the mere thought of her being a mother made his heart swell with emotion as well as a few tears come to his eye. Little ones, his and Vala’s. It took every fiber in his being not to bury his face in his hands when the thought first entered his mind - as he was in his usual spot at Camp Dragonhead where his fellow knights were stationed.

He certainly wouldn’t remain in Dragonhead, oh no. They would have to go somewhere else to raise a family. That is when his mind began to wonder as to where exactly. Gridania was close, it was certainly nice as well. The children or child - would they have only one or several? What if she didn’t want any children? Well, he certainly didn’t mind having her all to himself. Oh dear, that sounded rather selfish of him. But then aga -

“Is something wrong Haurchefant?”

He jolted back to reality at that moment, blinking in surprise as well as to adjust himself back to the here and now. They were in his quarters, just the two of them. Currently resting in front of the hearth in fact. Vala on his lap, looking up at his with a worried expression.

“Forgive me love.” He said, smiling down at her. “Wh-What were we discussing?”

The Au Ra tilted her head to the side slightly. Her expression remained unchanged but she smiled nonetheless. If there was something that was troubling him, she’d get to the bottom of it. She went back to her previous position of lounging on his lap. To be more precise, her heard resting where his heart is and her hands on her lap. “I asked where do you think we will be - together in the years to come...”

Well, that certainly caught him off guard. No wonder his thoughts had gone back to where they were. He took a breath, ready to tell her how much he loved her and much more - when she continued.

She looked up at him, smiling still. Her blue eyes, like that of starlight glowing due to the hearth. “If you haven’t tired of me, I can still see us being together. If there is finally a time of peace, then I can most defiantly see us going to every corner of the world like we’ve spoken about before. Going on adventures like we’ve promised. Perhaps helping those in need or merely seeing where the road will take us.

If there is no peace yet then, I can defiantly see us still supporting one another as we do now. Lifting each others spirits when we feel like we’ll fall. Sharing our burdens with one another so we don’t crush ourselves underneath them. As well as, as...”

Her face by this point was a deep crimson, mostly due to a smile growing on Haurchefant’s face as she had spoken more and more. But also due to the fact that her lover had been inching his face closer and closer to hers as well. Now their lips were but a breath from each other.

“Well, continue.” He said to her, smiling still.

She blinked, her train of thought completely gone. Still, she’d give him no satisfaction to having done so. So she did the next best thing, giving him a kiss. Whispering to him as she drew back; “As well as still being so in love.”

Mun here: *incoherent screeching and covering blushing face * I said I was going to do this for my baby girl and here I am!! This was written close to midnight so if there is any spelling errors you bet your sweet bippy that I will be editing this shit to high heaven within the following days.

#vala x haurchefant #haurchefant x wol #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy xiv rp #ffxiv rp #vala x hauchefant #hauchefant x wol #haurchefant greystone #hauchefant greystone

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hylfysting · 1 year

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in the land of the fire

#haurchefant #fancam #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant Comes Back Wrong au my beloved #kordhell #ffxiv #exported it at half the resolution to get it to fit on tumblr fklgjsdfl;kg #the 720p version is on twitter! @vibeschequed

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ravencrossffxiv · 5 years

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All Saints Wake

((So I might've taken some inspiration from ItsMeIshmi on Twitter and wrote a thing based on this pretty picture!

Art Credit: https://twitter.com/ItsMeIshmi/status/1174376238778994688?s=19

And here’s my character in her Halloween glam!! She’s adorable!))

((Set in the FUCK YOU CANON AU, and our fave Elezen has a day off to enjoy time with his beloved. Fair warning though, he is both sweet and PUNNY as FUCK in this. And I hate myself for them. Also our fave Elezen boi is a thirsty mofo and also looks really fucking hot.))

Raven sighs as she stands from lacing her boots. I am WAY too tall for these... She thinks as she looks herself over in the mirror as she smooths down the front of the dress.

She turns and watches the frills of the dress curl against her knees with a grin before taking a step towards the door, wobbling a little on the chunky platform boots. Her "staff" of the evening was a cool looking scythe that came with the attire. She spun it with a grin and cringed when she saw that it was sharp and had gotten stuck in the door. She tugged on it and even pressed her platformed boot to the door and pulled.

The result was her falling back against the opposite wall with a yell. "Ouch!"

"Raven?" She hears her beloved call before a knock.

"Come in love."

The door opened to reveal her beloved, dressed in black and red, reminiscent of a very beautiful vampire.

The sight made her unsure if she could stand. "My love..."

"Amethyst what happened?" He questioned softly as he offered her his hands. She took them and shakily stood, wobbling in his arms as he steadied her.

Raven flushed slightly. "I didn't realize my new weapon was so sharp..." She mumbled.

He looked up at the scythe stuck in the door and laughed. "Oh my love. Let me."

He eased the weapon from the door and handed it to his love, who took it and set it upon her back, her amethyst eyes downcast in shame.

And that simply would not do.

"My love it's alright. You are not hurt and no lasting damage has been done. Come, chin up and let me look at you?" He requested sweetly as he held her face.

She looked up at him, her eyes boring deep into his own and slowly she gave a small smile. "There you are." He mused as he kissed her softly.

She gave a soft laugh as she kissed him before she looked over to gather the hat that had fallen off her head. She grabbed it and smoothed it over her head, choosing to forgo the eyepatch that had been with it.

"What do you think?" She questioned softly.

Haurchefant smiled. "Beautiful my amethyst. Splendidly beautiful."

She smiled. "Is it wrong of me to say that you look very pretty in that tight vest?"

"Not at all. Quite frankly those boots do very good things to your legs..." He replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She grinned. "Later love. I promised you we'd celebrate the festivities, and I am a woman of my word."

He gave a slight pout, to which Raven kissed off his lips. "Worry not, for I also promise on our return home you may have me. However you wish." She whispered against his lips, low and sweet, and that alone made him shudder.

"My beloved amethyst, you know not what those honeyed words do to me..." He breathed as he pulled her closer.

She grinned as she lead him through the doors and out of the Carline Canopy, the site of all the pumpkins and ghosts about the area made her smile.

"May I, my beloved?" Haurchefant offered his arm when she wobbled on her heels again.

She flushed as she accepted the offered arm, she felt too tall and off balance in the damned things as the pair made their way through the city.

"I feel like a giant." She mumbled as she lead him through into the markets.

Haurchefant just smiled. "Worry not, you are still beautiful. And I am more than willing to sink my teeth into you."

Raven groaned, a hot flush adorning her cheeks as she hides her face in his shoulder, hiding the smile she had on her face. "Haurchefant no."

"Oh come now Raven you enjoy my bloodly puns." He states with a grin, to which Raven groans harder at the awful pun.

The laugh that escaped his lips was absolutely worth all the awful puns she was to endure, and she would do so happily.

She smiled as he spun her around, delighted to watch the ruffles and frills of her dress dance along her legs, keeping a firm hold on her should she stumble in the heels. She may not enjoy her height but he adored it. He adored her.

As they approached the amphitheater did she sigh. The detective was at it again.

"Is something wrong my love?" Haurchefant questioned as he took her hand.

Raven shook her head. "Not really. The detective over there is determined to gather evidence that the Continental Circus is really a bunch of void sent parading around. That their antics are meant to actually hurt someone versus just the normal fun."

"But that could be serious!"

"And I treat it as such, though I do admit I have fun in the games they make. They make the old manon in the Central Shroud into what's basically a haunted house and it's fun to explore. If you want we can give it a shot?" She explained sweetly.

Haurchefant was quiet, thoughtful. "I might need to gather my blade just in case, but I would be amenable to exploring this place."

"You won't need it love. I don't feel a need to draw my staff. I've looked into this place twice now and it's harmless." Raven replied.

Haurchefant smiled as he gave a sigh. "Very well. I would feel better if I had one just in case though. If anything just to protect you."

Raven rolled her eyes affectionately. "You need not have to. But if you will it I will gather a blade for you. I believe I have one somewhere."

She quickly turned to look into her pack with a hum as she pulled out one of her old blades from her time in the Gladiator's Guild. "It isn't much, but I hope this works my love."

Haurchefant grinned in delight at the blade. It wasn't much, but it was a blade and that alone eased his mind. "Splendid my love! Thank you."

He kissed her briefly as the detective approached them, explaining the situation and the pair agreed to look into it. Raven wasn't worried about any possible danger and that alone eased his heart.

She lead him into the amphitheater where the pumpkin headed leader of the Continental Circus explained the rules of what was happening this year.

"My love you need not be afraid." Raven soothed as she rubbed at his shoulders.

Haurchefant laughed lightly. "I am a vampire knight! I do not scare so easily amethyst!"

Raven giggled, he was a little scared but he would not be so easily broken by fear. "Yes my beloved knight."

"Although my heart, I would feel better if you did not leave my side tonight." He mumbled low in her ear.

She kissed his cheek. "I will stay by your side as long as I am able. Some of the games require the players to be in different places at once. But I can promise to ensure you are safe the entire time." She explained softly as she wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace, and for once she thanked the gods for her height, for with the heels his head rested perfectly against her chest, his ear pressed to her beating heart. The rhythm soothed his racing thoughts as she ran her hands through his hair.

He smiled as he looked up at her. "Let us go then."

And with that the pair walked confidently into the portal that would lead them to the manor.

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As it turned out, he didn't need to worry. The games were entertaining and with his costume he could easily sneak around the estate with little effort.

And the only thing that made it worth it was Raven at his side, laughing at the other players that they had been paired with.

As they made their way out of the manor and back into the light of the amphitheater did she start to wobble on her heels again. "I hate these boots..."

Haurchefant just gave a sweet smile and steadied her in his arms. "Tonight was a splendid night my love. I had a lot of fun." He states with a laugh.

Raven smiled. "I'm glad you had a good time my love. I know it was not the most ideal to spend the festivities with an investigation but..."

"Worry not! It was still fun all the same. And it put the detective's mind at ease. Though it is a bit concerning that he seems to do this every year." He assured.

Raven grinned. "Alright. Well if you wish to go back into the manor once we turn in our findings we can."

He gave a smile that made Raven shiver. "The festivities are a treat, but I see someone far sweeter that I would love to bite into. If she is willing?"

Raven will swear the sound she makes is from the horrible pun but she is very willing for her beloved to take whatever he needed from her.

In his ear she whispered, sweet and low. "Drink deep of me, my beloved angel of the night, for I am your lifeblood and your beating heart. Take of me what you desire, what you crave, and I will give myself to you without question, without hesitation. For I am yours, and yours I shall remain for all my days."

The low sigh he made as she spoke gave her his answer as she kissed him sweetly, pulling him closer as he slid a hand up through her hair. She sighs in his kiss as she is forced to pull away.

"What do you say we turn in our findings and then head back to our room?" She offers with a sweet, somewhat devious smile.

"You read my mind my heart." He replied, his voice low and deep with desire.

With that the pair quickly relayed their findings before sprinting off to the Carline Canopy laughing, and stumbling in Raven's case, the whole way back between breathy kisses.

#Raven Cross #Haurchefant Greystone #A knight lives to serve #Raven fic #((I have waited two weeks to post this fic and I am thrilled to finally share it!!))#((This is adorable and cute and I really just wanted an excuse to write them going on a date))#All Saints Wake #FFXIV #Heavensward AU #Stormblood AU #Shadowbringers AU #((Tagging all three bc I don't know where specifically this is going. XD ^^;))

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