#ffxivpolyamweek25

[ffxivpolyamoryweek]

Hello and welcome to the second year of FFXIV Polyamory Week; a 7 day event for polyamorous ships between FFXIV NPCs, OCs, and any mix of the two!

Unlike last year, I will not be reblogging posts to this account. Maintaining multiple social media sites took a lot more of my time and energy than I anticipated, and I don’t think that it’s feasible this year to continue. I instead encourage you all to look through the tags individually to see what everyone else is creating!

Guidelines:

-To keep this event sprout friendly, please tag for any spoilers beyond A Realm Reborn (2.0). This includes characters, MSQ events, and locations. Patch content should fall under its main expansion tags. (Examples: if your ship involves an NPC who doesn’t show up until Stormblood, tag for Stormblood spoilers. If your fic discusses events of the Shadowbringers raid series, tag for Shadowbringers spoilers.)

-Mark any NSFW as needed, either with tags or with media filters.

-Remember that you are in control of your own internet experience. If you find something you don’t wish to see, please use the content filtering tools available to you.

-Most importantly, have fun! Feel free to do as many or as few of the prompts as you’d like.

[lilbittymonster]

Day 2: Celestial

Thanks to the lower gravity on the moon, Aymeric got to experience what a dragoon's jump felt like. Not entirely sure he wants to experience it again.

[tallbluelady]

From Moenbyrda's Instagram:

Nidhana rented us saris, but Rowan was worried we’d look like disrespectful tourists, so she promised to be in every photo to prove it was her idea

[snail-fever]

day 1: travel || while the trio are on vacation, urianger learns an important lesson about sunscreen

for FFXIV Polyamory Week!

[hyythlodaeus]

polyamory week day 6 - nature/beauty 🌼🌻🌺

[emotional-support-carbuncle]

✨ Polyamory Week - Day 6 - Nature ✨

“Have I not kissed you as deeply as I have kissed him?” he asks softly. “Have I not held you? Told you I loved you? Have I not gotten on my knees over and over again to worship you?”

“Hades.”

Hythlodaeus’s voice, soft and warm, rouses him from his slumber. He grumbles a little, trying to pull him closer to go back to sleep — but Hyth just pokes his nose, insistent.

“Hades.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Andromeda…”

That draws his attention. Opening his eyes blearily, he finds Hythlodaeus lying on his side, propped up on his elbow. Glancing past him towards the other side of the bed, he finds it — empty, missing the woman who had fallen asleep there. Fear rising in his throat like bile, he hurries to sit upright, frantically scanning the shadows of the room, following the telltale trail of her aether to find where she’d gone. He has to fight the urge to start panicking, though the absence of any unfamiliar aether trails makes him relax a little as he follows the line to the open wall overlooking the sea.

Hythlodaeus’s hand slides up his arm, warm and solid, squeezing gently as if to remind him to breathe. It helps to ground him in the moment, to remind him that the times of horror are long past, that the two halves of his heart have returned to him and he is alone no longer.

The brilliant, swirling colors of her soul are stark against the night, though she is so hunched on the chair on the deck that he cannot actually see her body. He frowns, glancing at Hythlodaeus for an explanation — only to have his question answered for him when a sound reaches his ears.

A broken, half muffled sob drifts in on the sea breeze, and his chest aches.

Hythlodaeus is moving before Hades has even fully processed the sound, throwing the blankets off and clambering off the mattress with a singular determination gleaming in his eyes. It gives Hades pause — Hythlodaeus had always been a largely unserious man, but whenever it came to his Andromeda, to their Andromeda, he knows that Hythlodaeus would do anything for her.

He had already done as much, after all.

He seems to notice Hades’s hesitation, as Hades wonders if perhaps Hythlodaeus would be best served for this sort of thing — after all, he had never been a particularly comforting presence — but all Hythlodaeus does is frown slightly and wave him forward. He follows willingly, though he hangs back a little, skittish and uncertain of how much he will help this situation.

When they step barefoot onto the deck, they find her curled into a ball on the large sofa-like chair, sobbing into her arms as she hugs her knees to her chest.

“Oh, my love,” Hythlodaeus murmurs.

She gasps something awful, eyes wide and unbearably guilty as she looks up at the two of them. Hythlodaeus moves to sit by her side immediately, clearly intending to pull her into his arms, but she just tries to laugh, scrubbing at her face as she mumbles, “O-Oh, sorry, did I wake you? I’m alright, really, I just—”

“Please don’t lie to me, Andromeda.”

Hythlodaeus has always had such an incredible way of breaking through their defenses with one well placed, soft, pleading tone. It stops her in her tracks now, expression crumbling as she hides behind her hands with another coughing sob. He pulls her into his arms as Hades lingers a few feet away, unsure of himself as she starts to sob into Hythlodaeus’s pajama top, mumbling apologies under her breath like a prayer.

For a moment, Hades just watches them, slipping his hands into his pockets. Hythlodaeus cradles her, brushing her hair away from her clammy skin, peppering kisses to the crown of her head and her forehead. Every so often, he uses gentle fingers to wipe her tears, though more follow freely and show no sign of stopping. 

Hades only moves again when Hythlodaeus catches his gaze and frowns, gesturing with his eyes for Hades to join them on the chair. He sits beside her delicately, nausea sitting in his gut like a rock though he has no idea why until, as he reaches out to run a hand up her back in an attempt to soothe, she noticeably starts to cry harder, tensing up under his touch.

It stings, but he can’t blame her for coming to her senses.

After everything he’s done, it’s not as if he deserves her love. Not anymore. Maybe not ever, truthfully.

Clasping his hands together, he leans forward onto his forearms, staring out to sea to try and mask the hurt he feels. He can feel Hythlodaeus’s eyes on his profile, but he can’t quite bring himself to return it. If she no longer wants him, then this is a private matter, meant to be between lovers and not—

“I’m sorry!” she spits, sobbing still but reaching out to clutch at his arm. “I’m sorry, it’s not — I just — I’m s-sorry I’m broken!"

He finally looks at her, and though she is still hiding her face in Hyth’s shirt, her hand remains outstretched even as she drops it back to her side — an invitation, one that he clings to eagerly as he scoops her hand up and raises it to his lips, pressing a fervent kiss to her knuckles. She squeezes his hand tight in return, even as her body continues to be wracked with sobs. Reassured that she still wants him here, he turns his mind to what she said.

Hythlodaeus frowns deeper, tightening his hold on her as he says, “Broken? Darling, you’re not—”

“—Sundered,” Hades interrupts flatly, watching her flinch. “That’s what she means.”

The only confirmation of his statement is the way she cries that much harder, curling farther into herself in Hythlodaeus’s arms.

“But — I don’t understand what that has to do with anything? You’re still —“

“You can see it!” Andromeda cries, pulling away to sit up and rub at her face. “I — I know you can see it!”

And they can. She isn’t wrong. It hurts, sometimes, looking at her soul and seeing the dimness of it when he remembers how bright it once was, but he doesn’t… he didn’t know it was causing her such distress.

“I can see it in your eyes when you look at me!” she says, looking at Hades with such incredible pain in her eyes that he can almost feel it himself. “I’m not real! I don’t — I don’t feel real!”

Hythlodaeus runs a hand up her back, before brushing her hair away from her face. “You haven’t seemed different to me…”

“S-sometimes I forget,” she concedes, sniffling, staring at a knot in the wood rather than at either of them, “and I feel completely fine, but then I try to do magic and I can’t. Not like I used to — not like you can. O-Or I get tired long before you two do, and I hurt — I hurt so much more and for so much longer than I remember ever hurting!” She presses the heels of her palms hard into her eyes as she mumbles a final, “I’m not real…”

Hades is at a loss, watching her start to work herself up again. At the edges of his perception, he can feel Hythlodaeus reaching for him, aether gently seeking Communion. He reaches back and is met with Hythlodaeus’s concern and worry, bubbling up and overflowing. Love and affection twist together in the periphery as well, until Hades tentatively sends forth a thought.

What does she see when I look at her?

Hythlodaeus’s mood shifts, sadness and unease coloring his aether as images are projected between them. Hades sees himself as Hythlodaeus and Andromeda dance barefoot on the deck a few nights ago. He is smiling slightly, but he notices with a pang of remorse that his eyes are dim and unfocused, clearly noticing the difference in brightness between her and Hythlodaeus. A series of images follow — moments of them locked in an embrace or with their bodies entwined and, for the briefest moments, his eyes dim when her soul comes into view. 

He hadn’t realized how poorly he’d been hiding…

It is, with all honesty, something he has grappled with since their reunion. While she seems so vividly real, he sees the imperfection of her soul, feels the weakness of her aether. He’d struggled for a while, wondering if the hero wandering the star was more her than she was — but then he’d seen her throw herself at Hythlodaeus, had seen the way she wept in his arms when he finally returned to the Sea and to their side, and he knew, whole soul or no, she was herself.

Her memories within her soul make her who she is — not the strength of her aether.

He just has to make her see it, too.

“Love, look at me,” he instructs softly, brushing his fingers against her bare arm to get her attention. When her bright, starlight filled eyes meet his, he smiles a little and says, “Tell me what you remember.”

She blinks, clearly not expecting that line of questioning. “Of… what?”

Hades shrugs. “Anything. Everything. Of our life together, when the world was whole. When we first reunited, you told me you remembered, did you not?”

She nods, rubbing at her eyes again. “I did — I do.”

He reaches out and brushes a stray curl behind her ear. Unwilling to break contact, he cups her cheek, smiling a little when she leans into his palm. “So tell me.”

Andromeda hesitates, touching his hand on her face. “I…”

Still caught in the tides of Connection, he feels Hythlodaeus’s worry as he curls himself around her, kissing at the place where her neck meets her shoulder. Hades frowns as she flinches a little, though she does not pull away. Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, Hythlodaeus murmurs, “You could also show us, if speaking is too difficult.”

Tears well up anew in her eyes, and she shakes her head as her breath hitches again. “I — I don’t think I can anymore.”

“Nonsense.”

She blinks in response to Hades’ immediate answer, though he just smiles at her when she looks at him. He kisses her hand again as he speaks.

“Even the Sundered can Commune should they have the thought,” he says, kissing each of her fingers in turn. “That is one thing you have not lost.”

And together, he and Hythlodaeus curl around her, reaching with their aether — and she gasps brokenly when they Connect with her. It’s weaker than it used to be, no doubt, but it feels so warm and so right that it applies some kind of balm to his own heart that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. The twist of their energies — his, hers, Hythlodaeus’s — feels so much like the home he has been desperately chasing for eons that he shivers, something that he can see mirrored in his lovers.

Her emotions trip and fall over each other — joy, relief, sorrow, love, guilt, love, and love, and love — and his hand tightens around hers when she whimpers softly, overwhelmed by the swell of affection he and Hythlodaeus both direct her way. 

Her memories, bubbling up and overflowing, follow the same pattern as her emotions. Snippets of moments bleed into each other as her mind races — he sees their childhood, flashes of laughter and tears, their first kiss, bleeding into quiet moments in their young adulthood, studying and traveling and learning who they were and what they wanted. She and Hythlodaeus grow closer and closer over time, until she’s in his bed, kissing him, and then he sees himself accompanied with a fluttering warmth of infatuation, a budding attraction that had grown into a roaring flame shortly after his appointment as Emet-Selch. His breath hitches — he hadn’t realized where her attraction started, and as if she can sense his intrigue, she lingers there, on those memories. Her gaze lingers on his lips as he speaks, the only part of him visible beneath the cowl and mask (a part of him writhes with delight because he knew he’d noticed that and he hadn’t been imagining it). Another flash and she’s focused on his hands, and he gets a few glimpses of things that never happened but she’d clearly imagined, hazy around the edges, all to do with his hands on her body. 

Elpis swirls into view a moment later, beautiful and bright. He sees all the times she and Hythlodaeus spent their days running around there — days he hadn’t even known about, where they laughed and hid behind buildings and kissed each other breathless. The sensation of freedom colors her memory, as Andromeda had clearly loved the way she was required to walk around with her mask off and cowl down. His own face swirls into view next, from those forgotten days when he went to judge Hermes for the seat of Fandaniel. Despite the scowl on his face, the memory is colored with joy and that same fluttering warmth from before as she delights in getting to see his face. He remembers the way his ears had burned when Hythlodaeus insisted that he “show us your handsome face,” at the reception desk, and his stomach flips at the knowledge that they’d both been happy to see him like that.

And then he sees the garden, where they’d sat that one evening, as she and Hythlodaeus had confessed to him.

“We want you. Both of us.”

He can recall the way his breath had hitched, ears burning as he looked at her, wide-eyed and surprised, waiting for the punchline. 

“Azem, I…”

“Tell us what you want, O Honourable Emet-Selch, and you shall have it.”

“I — I want…”

He can feel her hesitation coloring the memory, and he remembers the way she’d seemed to deflate after a moment, when he’d hesitated because he still wasn’t sure this was really happening, wringing her hands and rambling.

“It’s alright if you don’t want — that is, if you want only one of us, we’d be okay with that, too. If you want only him, then —“

He’d interrupted her. 

“That isn’t — I’m just afraid to get between the two of you. That would… I want both of you or not at all.”

The phrase lingers in her thoughts as he slides a hand up the side of her neck, cupping her jaw as he presses a few soft kisses to her temple and the apple of her cheek.

His name falls from her lips on a breath that hitches in the middle as he leaves a trail of kisses on her skin.

“You have always thought I liked Hythlodaeus more than you,” he mumbles, nuzzling the soft skin of her cheek. “That is simply not true — it hasn’t been since we were quite young.”

She flinches, and the image of his own unamused face throughout the years flashes through his mind. He sighs, tilting his head to press a lingering kiss to her lips, and as he does he remembers every moment of bubbling warmth, fluttering sensations in his stomach and tingling in his fingers. He shares the breathless excitement when she looked at him in Elpis and told him she wanted him, that same excitement that pumps through his veins as she kisses him even now. 

“I lost you, my love,” he mumbles into her mouth, pulling back with a sigh. Cupping her face, he catches a tear that slips down her cheek with his thumb. “I lost you. I cradled your mangled body and wept on a platform overlooking the star as it burned. I didn’t — Andromeda, I knew where Hythlodaeus was and how to get him back. I have watched the shattered pieces of your soul scatter and regurgitate themselves all over every reflection. I didn’t know how…” Hades starts, and then hesitates, throat tight. When he continues, his voice is rough with barely restrained emotion. “I had no plan for you. I only hoped that, once your soul was in one piece, I could pluck you from the Sea and bring you home. I… having you in my arms is more than I could have ever dreamed. Once I lost to our dear Hero I gave up on ever seeing you as you were again.”

Her breath hitches as he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, and his chest aches at the sound. If he could make any one thing a reality here and now, it would be to ensure that neither of them ever experience suffering. 

But he couldn’t even do that when the world was whole.

“Have I not kissed you as deeply as I have kissed him?” he asks softly. “Have I not held you? Told you I loved you? Have I not gotten on my knees over and over again to worship you?”

She shivers when he says this, and he gets a flash of their bodies entwined, his hands and his body — a flash of his head buried between her thighs. He chuckles, heart leaping in his chest at the thought of repeating those actions, resting his forehead against hers.

“What have I done to make you believe that you are worth so little? Tell me so that I may rectify it.”

“I…”

[vasheden]

FFXIV Polyamory Week Day 1: Travel/Exploration

Kaia and Aymeric finally made it to Tural, after things began to settle down. They're here as tourists, not potential heroes.

What they weren't expecting was for Estinien to be waiting for them at the docks.

Bonus:

[otherstuffstuff]

FFXIV POLYAMORY WEEK DAY 1 - Travel | Exploration

The Warrior remembers her first formal tour of Eastern Thanalan as equal parts history lesson and comedy show, as Minfillia bid both Urianger and Thancred, whom she'd just newly met, accompany her.

“…and yonder church was built by Saint Andama Landama, who, through his venerable philanthropy, achieved sainthood in the eyes of Nald'thal—”

sigh “Urianger, no one cares."

“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine,” the new Scion shot back at Thancred. “Let the man finish—he clearly studied for this.”

Urianger stammered, “Ah, w-well, not exactly for this—” Cue laughter from both his comrades.

------------------------------------------------ [I'm a Gpose noob but we're doing this anyways]

[sapphygolucky]

ffxiv polyam week 2025 day 5: devotion

who else could i love but you?

alt shots and textless:

[amons-hat-enthusiast]

FFXIV Polyamory Week 2025: Day 3 & 4 - Cooking / Joy

Merlwyb comes home to see the trio preparing lunch. Luna can confirm that the other two are being very helpful.

Was meant to pose and post this earlier yesterday, but I got hit by a wave of bad headaches (and with it the lack of motivation to gpose). Which is also why I'm merging two days. Also, I'm going on a trip tonight and won't be back until Sunday night, so I don't know if I'll be able to finish my day 5 poses.

[lilbittymonster]

Day 6: Nature | Beauty

Now that inter-shard travel was possible, Kitali made good on her promise to take them to Il Mheg.

[ectojyunk]

Day 5: Promises/Devotion

This is an excerpt from a later part in my fic but it fit the prompt really well so I decided to make it a comic!

[lumei-xiv]

FFXIV Polyamory Week

Day 2 - Celestial | Divine

Warm mugs of sweet ginger tea were the best things for warming frozen fingers, long fingers that teased the soft pink tresses of his beloved white mage. Zel purred softly as she leaned back against her knight, eyes partially closed as she sipped from a mug she held with both hands. Haurchefant’s lap felt extra cozy to her this evening. The pair were sat in a large, wooden chair draped with pelts and blankets to make it soft and warm, with a small side table to hold their drinks and a few cookies.

“I try my best to lead by example and cheer everyone on, but it is difficult when the chill in the air is too much for even my men to bear.”

Haurchefant let out a long, deep sigh and rested his chin atop Zel’s head.

“Lately it feels as though it is growing ever colder, and the more it does so, the harder it becomes to keep up morale.”

He placed a large hand over Zel’s rather small one and squeezed.

“My love, are you not going to drink your tea?” she asked, her tail swishing in her lap languidly.

“I shall…” His voice trailed off as he reached over and wrapped his fingers around the warm tankard. “You went through the trouble of preparing it just for me. What sort of ungrateful knight would I be if I did not savor it?”

Zel chuckled a bit and took another long, purposeful sip.

“You talk as though I took on some great burden by slicing up ginger and simmering it in water.”

“The level of effort is not what counts, my flower, but the earnest love you made it with. I could well be drinking tepid water from a stream and I would still enjoy it if it were you who gathered it for me.”

“What makes you so sure I made this?” The miqo’te smirked and leaned her head back to look up at the elezen.

“Because your recipe tastes different from that of the cook. The sweetness of shroud honey, rather than birch syrup, made to the exact strength I prefer, and just the slightest hint of apple.”

Zel laughed and set her mug on the side table.

“I guess you got me there, love. I did tweak the recipe just so, but I provided it to others in the camp because they loved it too.”

“And who wouldn’t love a sweet elixir bestowed upon them by the very vision of Menphina herself?”

He kissed the top of her head as a strong red blush overtook her entire face.

“As much as I strive to follow her ways, as my family always has, even I don’t have the hubris to think myself remotely comparable.”

“And why not? Are you not loving and kind, with a generous heart open to all? Have I not told you that you are as beauteous as the the moon on a clear winter’s night? You are by all definitions the shining example of what a devout of the Lover should be.”

He too set down his tankard and clasped her hands in his.

“Near all ishgardians, knights in particular, train to be worthy of the Fury’s grace, holding her in the highest regard as we train endlessly and fight with all the might we possess. Yet in all my years I’ve yet to see someone with even half as much devotion as you have to the Lover. You are exemplary, and anyone who so much as glances at you can tell it is all genuine and pure. Your heart swells and overflows with such love for all those around you, that you have captured the hearts of the entirety of Camp Dragonhead.”

He wrapped his arms around her, strong as steel yet full of tenderness.

“Please, my flower, see yourself for the wonderful soul that you are, and do not doubt yourself. I am certain that were Menphina to appear before us in this very moment, she too would sing your praises. I can only hope to be half as valiant as Halone, but there is no doubt that you love just as fiercely as the Moon herself.”

“Halone is surely proud to have such a gallant and loyal knight in her service.”

“And you, my love,” he smirked and hooked a finger under her chin. His voice was low and sultry. “Are you pleased to have me in your service?”

“Oh I am.” She responded, with a coy batting of eyelashes. “But why don't you refresh me on what said service entails?”

[hyythlodaeus]

polyamory week day 7 - comfort / home sometimes a home isn't a place, but a person. sometimes even two ❤️

[emotional-support-carbuncle]

✨ Polyamory Week - Day 7 - Comfort / Home✨

"Are you happy? Even though we can't go home?" "The two of you are and have always been my home. So long as I am with you, I am always home, and I am incandescently happy."

the SFW follow-up to Day 6 - Nature

[thereeness]

It's FFXIV Polyamory week and I decided to do a little pic for Day 1: Travel/Exploration.

Mara and Estinien on a ship heading into Kugane. She's pointing like, "We lived in that neighborhood…I wonder if the old mochi maker stall is still there…"

This is the first time I've drawn Estinien in 3 years and I gotta say: i've gotten better at drawing this scrunky man! XD