#WoL x Hien

[ladyofvoss]

"Well?"

"It would appear that I am at your mercy, my friend"

[aetherixart]

🌸 Hien x Saranzaya (WoL) 🌸

Commission for tatltaelgamer ♥ vgen.co/aetherix

[data-hex]

Comm by Metty!!

I just got my piece back from @noctglaive and as;dlkfjas;lkdfjas. My god. I love them so fucking much. 

Look at that height difference. Look at the love and adoration on Yndyr’s face for Hien. JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY ARE SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER. I CANNOT. 

*incoherent noises*

[windup-dragoon]

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱

[dearastrologian]

hRRRRG POSTING THIS HERE BECAUSE WHY NOT

or how to court the lord of doma by putting a flower in his hair

[ishaslife]

The Night of Tento-okuri

I wrote this FF because I was annoyed that we didn't see Hien once the Doman restoration was complete and I made Dango one day and thought up a story lel. May contain spoilers from 4.0 to 6.1

The Doman Enclave had finally finished reconstructing, it may not have been restored to its former glory but it was nonetheless a ray of hope for its citizens, who had long suffered under Garlean cruelty. It was the festival of Tento-okuri, Edana and the others had just released lanterns into the night sky, it was a sight to behold. The children and maidens giggled and gasped at the beauty of the lamps lighting up The One River, Edana too stared out to the skyline wondering how far they'll make it. The elderly watched quietly and shared glances at one another, most likely glad that the war was over and they had their home back, that their children and grandchildren will be safe long after they were gone knowing that it was now in good hands, the hands of their lost and returned Prince and Lord, Hien. He was not here this evening, most likely working as usual at the Kienkan. Edana wished that he'd rest every now and again. Hien had not taken a day away from his desk or his sword since the day he was instated as the lord and protector of Doma.

Hien thought of and did nothing else, that he cared for his people was no surprise to anyone but he hardly cared for himself and his own health, Edana wondered if part of him felt guilty about what happened to his homeland, if so, she wished he didn't. He was just a child, he had no control over what happened. That pressure of restoring his homeland must've burdened his mind and heart all his life. Children don't forget things like that so easily. She shook the thoughts out of her head and no sooner had she turned from the river to leave the gazebo when she heard distant hoots and chants of "He's here! He's here! Lord Hien is come!" and "The Prince has arrived, praise Lord Hien!" as well as "The Crimson Phoenix! The Phoenix of Doma!" also "All hail, Hien The Just! Hien The Just!" until that was all she heard, that name stuck it seemed, it deafened all others. 'Hien The Just' rather fitting I think, Edana thought. He was making his way through the crowd towards the gazebo, greeting people and blessing children, making a jape or two to make them laugh, she looked at him with a soft smile on her face and when he finally arrived, she came down from the gazebo and bowed towards him. It was a deep bow, reminiscent of the traditional greeting of the samurai. Hien was flabbergasted and said "My dear friend, please! We have stood beside one another on the battlefield, bested foes together and shared our food and drink. We have fought as equals and faced our enemies together, you do not bow to me or anyone. Please, stand tall beside me as you always have." cheers and applause went throughout the Garden and eventually everyone bowed to Hien and Edana. She was flushed as cheers of "All hail The Radiant Hero and The Just Lord!" and "Bless The Liberator and The Prince!" went through the crowd. She should've been used to it by now but she wasn't. She'd been called many things; Warrior of Light, Blessed of Hydaelyn, Hydaelyn's Chosen, Hero of Eorzea, Bringer of Light, Savior of Ishgard, Liberator of Ala Mhigo and the Eastern Front, and so on. 'The Radiant Hero' had now been added to the list. She was also once called 'Stealer of Pants' and she thought that was a bit strange but she paid it no mind.

Hien went on the inspect the Enclave with Ihase, Mitsuba and others who worked day and night restoring the place, Edana stayed back by The Ten Thousand Stalls which were illuminated by little fairy lights. There was delectable, mouth-watering food in each stall and on each table; little popsicles in the shapes of animals for the children, Sake for the adults, and steaming hot-pot with dumplings, meat skewers, steak, bowls and bowls of Oden, pancakes and tea, so so much tea. Edana was made to have a big feast of Miso Soup with Tofu and Fish Stew with a side of Buuz from The Azim Steppe, Takoyaki which was glazed with a stick brown sauce that was sweet and slightly tangy and Doman Tea to wash it all down. No matter how much she ate, food wouldn't stop appearing on her plate. By the time she was done, her stomach felt as if it were about to burst so she got up, snuck away from the festivities and went to the harbour for a walk.

The peaceful calm of the river filled the air, creating a serenity that enveloped her. In the distance, Edana could hear the sounds of celebration, but it was the gentle flow of the river that captivated her attention. She could no longer see the lanterns, only mountains, and clouds that slightly glowed from the faint light of dawn. She was just walking about when she heard a voice say "Ah, what do you think they'll call this age?" she was startled. Despite having great instincts, she was caught off guard, her fatigue must have taken over her. It was Hien and he smirked at her reaction, he found it amusing. Hien held two sticks of Dango in his hands and handed one over to Edana, saying "These were my favourite things to eat growing up, I'd often pester my mother or Gosetsu to get some for me and get upset when they wouldn't. Hmm, they bring back memories." He took a bite and so did Edana, they were soft and chewy with a hint of sweetness. They were covered with sticky brown syrup and had faint tastes of cherry blossoms and matcha. "they're delicious!" Edana exclaimed and Hien smiled at her. "Well, you haven't answered my question." "What question? Oh-" She suddenly remembered what he had asked and brought herself back to reality, she had become so captivated by the sweetness of the dessert that she forgot she was having a conversation with Hien.

"Well, they could always call it 'The Reign of Hien the Just' or 'The Hienic Period.' You are their lord after all and they adore you with all their hearts. And there's more like...'The Dawn of the Crimson Phoenix!'" She smiled at him but he only had a soft grin on his face. "Well, I think they'll call it... 'The Age of the Radiant Hero.'" Edana looked at him, puzzled, "I wouldn't be looking over this land and its peoples if it weren't for you my friend, you have given us the chance to hope for a future again and I will forever be in your debt." He finally finished. Hien was standing very close to her, looking into her eyes, and for a moment her heart even skipped a beat. She knew he was most likely being sincere as usual and he was but the way he looked at her... she couldn't help but blush a little. She shook her head and responded "Hien... I may have been credited with liberating this land but it wasn't me who brought it back on its feet. People can free slaves, and topple corrupted power but very few of them actually stick around to build their nation back up. I didn't stay after the war, not for long anyway but you did. It's true, I helped with the reconstruction but if it weren't for you, your determination, and sheer will to fight for and save your people, none of them would be here. They have faith in you and that's why they stay. I may be remembered as the liberator of Doma or 'The Radiant Hero' but you, Hien, you will always be remembered as 'Prince Hien the Just,' a man who stood for Doma when no one else would along with his trusted companions Yugiri and Gosetsu." Hien looked away, it was clear he felt a bit flustered, but he added "you should add your name there too" whilst chuckling and Edana giggled as well "but truly Edana, if there's anything I can do for you, please let me know." Edana moved around a bit, playfully and said "well... I suppose there is one thing you may do for me."

"Oh? And what is it? If it is within my reach, I shall be more than happy to fulfil this wish."

"You owe me rest! You are working all the time! Every time I visit Doma, you are stuck inside the Kienkan, working on maps, letters, and plans, or out in Yanxia! Take some rest, I know so many people count on you and the burden can be hard to bear but isn't that more of a reason to take some time away?!" Hien wore that smile, the smile where his eyes turned downward slightly and he looked embarrassed and flustered at the same time. "Yes yes, I promise!" he jokingly bowed to her, as if asking for forgiveness and they giggled. By this point, they had finished eating and Edana said "You should probably get back, they'll be missing you" but Hien protested, "Nay, I doubt it. You said so yourself, I'm always in the Kienkan, they won't mind if I'm away. Let them have their fun, I'd rather stay here with you." He was looking at her again, with a smug smile on his face and his eyes were soft. Edana was blushing red; gosh, this man knows exactly how to make a woman blush "well then, I suppose... we can stay a little while longer."

They sat by the port and looked at the water and then the sky. The lanterns had almost disappeared by now and the sun was like to rise soon.

[practicingbushiho]

Back in April I did a community thread on Twitter where I just took different users' WoL's and give them Hien kisses because he has too big a heart to NOT give affection to anyone willing to receive a little~

Thank you to those who submitted! I don't know who is on here vs Twitter so unfortunately I will not be @'ing everyone but if you see your OC here, I THANK YOU!!!

[buoyfriend]

The WoL Catches A Cold *a-choo* - feat. The Ishgard Elf Husbands, G'raha Tia, Ardbert, Hien & Zenos

@eidechsejaspis asked:

Hello again:)

As new season of coughs ans sneezes approaches I have a question of how would Scions (choose any you like), Aymeric and Zenos (where would we go without him?) react on WoL catching serious cold? Time period is at your liking from Heavenward to adventures in Garlemald:)

Thank you in advance:)

It is sniffles season again! Thank you for asking, this was a really fun one to get back into HC writing with!

Aymeric

In moments you think he's not watching, he is. He adores the way you wince when reading an unpleasant part of a book, how you fidget in Alliance meetings, even the little whistle of your snore. Aymeric notices your first sneeze. It's hard to get allergies in Coerthas, and he recognizes the hacking from your lungs a few days later. This comes for everyone sooner or later, and politely asks you to quarantine yourself for a few days.

He isn't one to miss work to care for a sick partner or spouse but has a very attentive nurse stationed nearby

He has given his full itinerary for the next several days so he can be alerted as soon as you wake up from a much needed, multi-day sleep

Aymeric wouldn't argue that he knows cooking well, but he does make a point to assist in the kitchen after work to make sure that you have soup recommended by the best chirugeon available

He will dodge kisses from you for days to avoid becoming sick himself, but it's too late anyways

When Aymeric finds himself bedridden for a few days, he decides that it was worthwhile to give you that forehead kiss as you slept

Estinien

Estinien is familiar with sickness. Long campaigns through the newly snowy Coerthas as a young knight taught him much of seasonal illnesses. He's seen many a friend drink their weight in bitter root soups, gnaw on wild herbs, and the like to push through it until they can get home. He's seen you sick before. Still, he has some lingering anxiety. You looked far worse than a little aetheryte sickness. He's lost much and more, the thought nags at him that more concern might be warranted.

Estinien has his hands full with travel these days and assures you that he will indeed make it to tea with Vritra tomorrow afternoon

He does not make it to tea with Vritra

Estinien deftly slips into the bedroom but there was no need, you had been out cold for hours by then

He would like to keep his friend from waiting, but not until he's sure that your breathing is steady and your temperature not too high

What a sight to see! Had you been awake, you might have heard Estinien's dress shoes pacing along the floor, his hand nearly to his linkpearl while paralyzed by indecision on whether to cancel or not

He cautiously leaves a glass of water and your linkpearl on the bedside table, just in case, though he may never admit that it was he who placed both there

When he does return home, perhaps an hour earlier than expected, he denies all concern as he settles into bed beside you

Haurchefant

While he's not a sadist, Haurchefant absolutely loves the sight of you ill. You're always off somewhere, but for this small bubble of time, you're here. You're sipping hot chocolate and letting him read poetry to you rather than mailing it off to some distant locale. He can watch your tired face grin and sigh rather than imagining it alone from Camp Dragonhead.

His favorite thing to make for you, of course. Hot chocolate, every day you're sick. No matter how hard it is to get chocolate in Coerthas, no matter how many tall tales he must tell to provision it, you wake up to hot chocolate beside your bed every morning.

"You don't need caffeine, anyways, you need something calming and a smile."

He knows he'll get sick if he sleeps next to you every night, but he's forewarned Camp Dragonhead. Emmanellain can hold his seat for a fortnight, it could be good practice for him.

Haurchefant watches you sleep, sliding his hand under the covers to grasp yours. For once, the cuts and bruises all over you are starting to heal. Days off the road, finally given rest. He wishes you both had more days like this.

G'raha Tia

Just as your new adventures together have begun, you fail to keep up. You run a little slower, stopping after a few paces to lean into a cough, heavy sneezes punctuating the blows you attempt to land on monsters. G'raha is quick to notice but slow to bring it up.

He frets, wringing his hands beside you as you ready yourself for the day, struggling to put on your clothes. As you sigh in failure, dropping yourself onto the bed, G'raha can't help himself.

"You can admit you're sick. I know you've been on the road for a long time. Even with the help of your friends, the path you walk is a lonely one. But you're not alone this time. Let yourself rest and let me take care of the other things that come along?"

G'raha fields the many requests sent your way, trying his best to fulfill them, wondering how you do it all at full health.

In quieter moments, he finds his way to The Last Stand to get your favorite dinner, absolutely purring as he watches your sleepy smile. Alas, your sense of smell is back! You knew exactly what he'd brought you as soon as he opened the bag!

He can't help but laugh to himself as you find yourself exhausted from the walk from your bed to the dining table, cracking jokes about his hero losing the greatest battle thus far.

G'raha's excitement knows no bounds when you announce that you're well enough to continue your travels together. The ruddy cheeks, the soft ear wiggle. No sickness can stop his hero for long.

Ardbert

(Assuming Ardbert is no longer a ghost!)

Ardbert is restless. He hasn't seen an open field, a forest, an ocean in days. He wonders if it's unsupportive to ask if you'd mind if he pops out for a fishing trip tomorrow. Perhaps if you're a little better in the morning?

He's not heartless, he left some hot tea beside your bed and made sure your medicines were in reach.

Though he did have some guilt by the third hour of his fishing adventure. The pangs of guilt grew until an idea sprouted from them.

He racked his mind as he navigated the markets. He had enough fish, but the right peppers...which peppers were correct. Tomatoes. Cream. Potatoes. Something was missing, some spice.

Ardbert has made a mess of things. He has put out the kitchen fire, somehow there are no more clean pots and pans. Yet, the soup is complete! It was his mother's recipe, it always had him right as rain after a day or so.

Though you tried your best to hold a straight face, the soup was...I don't know if it's fair to call it a soup. He looks absolutely crushed.

You fall asleep while he strokes your hair, his head pressed against yours as he told you stories. About Kholusia, fishing for cod with his father, his mother's miracle soup. He asks what they made where you're from, but it's too late. You've already drifted off, dreaming about magic fish.

Oddly enough, from a couple of sips of Ardbert's attempted soup, you feel some measure better. He, on the other hand, has the same horrible wheezing cough you had a day before.

Hien

Hien is not the biggest believer in staying bedridden in a sealed room while sick. He frowns, hating to see you suffer, but a thought springs to mind as he twirls your lank, sweaty hair between his fingers.

The clean air of the Azim Steppe is just as promised. During the day, he haggles in the markets for the best Dzo to make stews, the best leaves to make tea. All while you watch the clouds pass from the hammock outside of your yurt.

It's hard to leave the hammock, not only for the comfort. Where else could you see so many stars? Hien points to his favorites, the brightest, the funniest shapes some constellations make.

There wasn't much for entertainment, but watching Hien in the distance sparring with friends was a welcome sight.

After a few days, he encourages you to come with him. On a little walk, at least. Another day, just a little spar. How do you know you're well if you don't test your skills?

The break from all the noise, the responsibilities, becomes intoxicating to you after some time. Hien never has to rush to some meeting, you never need to leave to be flung at a new problem.

You've been better for a week now, finding yourself testing your sharpness with Hien and his friends every morning. Though you may have been hesitant to travel while sick, the time spent together was precious. Perhaps next time you won't have to be sick to convince yourself to take a break.

Zenos

He's seen you weakened before, brought to your knees by your own frailty. It disappoints him and yet, he's fascinated by it in a way he doesn't quite understand. How could someone so pitiful occupy every hour of his day?

Zenos doesn't agree with the chirugeon, you could power through this with sheer force of will and merely shrugs as the medicines are set on the table.

This could not be what ends the object of his obsession, his first friend. He regularly checks that you're still breathing. He leans in too close to hear that your heart is still beating, only to be rewarded by a wheezing cough into his hair.

His size is quite the advantage, it's not a challenge for him to carry you from place to place. He leans low to the ground, scooping you up as the sight of you exhausted from standing up only leaves him with disgust.

Still, when you fall asleep each night, he leans his head to your chest. Your heart still beats, your skin glittering with sweat. He knew he would see you like this on another day, performing the great feats that brought him to you in the first place. Though he never understood your reasons, he knew you'd be back to fighting the mesmerizing fights that led the two of you here. To share a bed, a home, a life.

[keanearts]

Hey look, we finally get the actual relationship chart and it's quite simple really,-

Here's a transcript of the text because I don't trust my handwriting:

Between Miyhu and Hien is '??? No label' Between Miyhu and Erenville is 'partners' Between Miyhu and Urianger is 'queer platonic partners' Between Miyhu and Thancred is 'partners' Between Thancred and Urianger is 'exes' Between Thancred and Riol is 'friends with benefits' Between Miyhu and G'raha is 'partners' Between Thancred and G'raha is 'boyfriends' Between G'raha and Estinien is 'boyfriends' An arrow pointing from Miyhu to Aymeric is 'besties' An arrow pointing from Aymeric to Miyhu is 'crushing' Between Miyhu and Haurchefant (r.i.p) is 'requited unrequited crush' Between Haurchefant and Aymeric is 'boyfriends' Between Haurchefant and Estinien is 'boyfriends' Between Aymeric and Estinien is 'partners'

[yzeltia]

The Lost Year

Chapter 11: How Big How Blue How Beautiful Characters: Hien Rijin, Y'zel Tia, Cirina Mol Rating: T for Tia Notes: N/A

Humming echoed from the Hak Khaal as a crimson flow graced its waters. The cooler months were setting in on the Steppe and Y'zel sought to make himself useful to the Mol beyond hunting game. Weaving and dyeing coming naturally to him, he'd set himself up in the waters near The Wound to prepare the winter fabric for the tribe, carving the Spinner's symbol into the raised earth near the falls after ensuring it would be okay to do with Cirina.

Though a bit early, Y'zel sang a Starlight carol to himself, dressed only in a white yukata. A hint of homesickness, but any lingering thought was quickly shaken off. Even his intense feelings for Hien could not quite dull the pangs of loss. Not completely. "U'noloh…"

The Miqo'te's ears flicked as he closed his eyes, letting his departed love's name linger in his ears for the first time in a long time. 

"What's all that sighing about?"

Y'zel swallowed, dropping to his knees in the cool waters, unsure if it were a memory or Echo coming over him.

"No need to pray, no need to speak…"

The Miqo'te touched his throat, shuddering as he felt a specter of a kiss.

"Your heart is the only place I call home."

Closing his eyes, Y'zel laid back in the shallow waters, trying to drown out the din of his departed lover's words. He let out a little gasp for air as he tried to catch his breath. Before he could calm himself, he found himself plucked from the waters, cradled in Hien's arms.

"Kami, please let it not be too late," the prince whispered to himself before shaking him, "Little Cat! Wake up! Where have you been wounded!?"

Y'zel pawed weakly at the other, fatigued from the Echo and feeding the prince's panic. Hien sloshed through the waters, stepping over the dyed fabrics that had stained his love. Collapsing on the bank, he laid the Miqo'te down and started to examine him for injury.

"Shun…," Y'zel hummed, reaching up to rest his palm on Hien's cheek, causing the man to freeze up, "it's dye."

The prince's face melted from worry, to anger, and finally into embarrassment. Quickly averting his gaze, he rolled off Y'zel. The Miqo'te rose, rolling off the sleeves of his wet yukata before leaning over to kiss Hien's cheek. "Thank you. Though unwounded, I was a victim of sorts to my gift," he said softly, wiggling his ears for emphasis.

"I see…It must be unpleasant to catch whispers of the past. There are many things I can think of off hand that would make my blood run cold should it grace my ears again."

"Not all is bad and there are those whose gifts are far more immersive than my own. It's not all bad though. There are wonderful things that can come to me. The voices of my parents. I never knew my mother, but I’ve been able to tune into things she said before I was born. It takes its toll though,” he sighed, leaning against the other.

“Clearly,” Hien said, arm draping over the Miqo’te’s shoulder, hesitating to continue, "Would it not be better to return home? There are people waiting for you. I imagine they need you more than I."

"So you admit you need me."

Hien flexed his arm, pinning Miqo'te in the crook of his elbow. "Of course that's your takeaway."

Y'zel squirmed, a weak smile on his face as he broke free. The attempt at light-heartedness only briefly prevented his quaking. He swallowed, trying and failing to prevent tears from forming. He shifted, pressing his hand against Hien's chestplate, as he hid his face against the man's scar. "There is naught left for me there but painful memories. What family I do have are all but strangers. I'd have nothing."

"But there's less for you here."

Hien flinched as Y'zel's claws scraped at the metal on his chest. The Miqo'te's face soon turned upward, tears streaming down it. "How could you say such a thing? You are here are you not? I know I am not Doman, among a myriad of other reasons that I am an unsuitable match…but, you pulled me back from the edge and have given me purpose again. Brought me back down to earth. The only thing I have now is you. For you to say less…to turn me away…When I…I…"

Hien silenced the growing panic with a soft kiss, large hand upon the Miqo'te's delicate cheek. He kissed him again and again until Y'zel ceased to shake. “To have me is also to have nothing. My Empire lives only in the hearts of its people. Should they wish to band once more I’d be their sword and shield. Doma is my first love. You deserve better than being second in someone’s heart. There’s so much more I wish I could give you, but I will fall far short…especially putting the impossible burden of making me your reason for being. You must live for yourself.”

Y’zel shook his head hard, leaning in as his ears folded back. “You are enough! As is. Head in the clouds, heart with Doma…me by your side. That is all I want…I would take up a bow or sword to fight for your dream. It is what I want for myself. Hien..I…I…”

“You love me,” Hien sighed, resting their foreheads together, brushing his hand over Y’zel’s ears, “Would it fall from my lips as easily.”

“And yet you’ve said it before,” the Miqo’te mumbled, not meeting the man’s gaze.

The prince pulled back, swallowing a bit as he let the faintest of red cross his cheek. He felt his denial sit at the tip of his tongue but his eyes fell on Y’zel’s ears. “That is not playing fair. If I intended you to hear…”

“You wouldn’t have said them aloud. The Echo is not omnipotence and when you’ve had a drink too many…and sometimes just coming into sleep, you stumble loudly and rouse me awake…You’ve long since confessed…”

Hien stiffened then went silent, looking at the stream as he gathered his thoughts. "I cannot give you what you want. Not entirely. Not what you deserve."

It beared repeating, as wounding as it seemed to be. The prince turned to Y'zel who hadn't seemed to falter with his look of conviction. Relenting to his feelings, he cupped the other's cheek in his palm and delivered a damning kiss. One that would consign Y'zel to a fate that he would all too happily bend to. Giving in, he pulled the other's robe loose and laid him out on the bank.

The Miqo'te flushed, almost closing his eyes as he looked up to Hien, face flushed and lower half long coaxed into his modest fullness. The prince lifted Y'zel's ankle, kissing the pale mound, hunter's eyes not leaving the nervous blue gaze. His lips ascended up his leg, his lover moaning out by the time he reached his inner thigh. “We will have to tell Cirina.”

Y'zel sat up on his elbows, panting hard as he looked to Hien between his legs. He swallowed, trying to guess at the other's meaning but came up short as to why this was pertinent to mention in this situation. “I think…there are things best left to her imagination.”

The prince rose, drawing his face in to steal a kiss. “If we are to be wed, I am sure there are some traditions that we'll need to observe. And- Y'zel! Ow! Please!”

The Miqo'te had suddenly grown tense in the wake of the revelation, but something else was amiss. Y'zel's ears were perked high and his nails dug into Hien's shoulder as his thighs viced around his waist leaving no room between them.

“That hurts! What has gotten into you,” Hien grunted, arching his back up as he tried to sit up on his knees.”

“Are you injured,” Cirina’s voice sounded from behind.

Hien jumped then held Y'zel firmly to his body, hand dropping to the base of the Miqo'te's tail so that the sleeve of his robe would cover his pale ass. A whine of embarrassment escaped his lover as the prince looked over his shoulder. “Just a bit of a scratch.”

“And Y'zel?”

“I fished him out of the river. He fell.”

The Auri girl looked on quietly then let her attention turn to the sky and then away from the two. “I see. Well, when you two are finished love making, I've prepared lunch and a blanket for us just over the hill.”

With that, Cirina left the two to their embarrassment. Y'zel flopped down onto his robes, freeing Hien from his claws as he hid his face in his palms. “That was not a proposal.”

“I’m afraid it was Little Cat.”

—

Y'zel stared into the open sky. The Mol had once more thrown together a small feast together with their fellow fringe tribes to join them. All of it had been a blur. It had all been fated. Or the Khatun had made it seem so. 

“Y'zel…”

The Miqo'te blinked as he heard his name in Hien's voice. Having answered to Little Cat for so long, it was strange to hear his name so tenseeky spoken by his lover..now his husband.

“Sorry. I-”

Hien kissed him. He swallowed, leaning into the other, hand gripping lightly at the shoulder of his silk robes. Their friends hooted and cheered a moment until they parted. The prince beamed, hand raking over the other's ears before taking a shot of imported sake he'd gotten from Cirina. In the ebbing sunlight, Y'zel could not help but awe of his handsome profile. His strong fuzzy jaw. The scar upon his cheek. The thick muscle along his throat. All his to gaze upon for the rest of their days.

A purr escaped his throat as he wrapped his arms around Hien's elbow, face pressing into his shoulder. His ears folded as he felt the weightlessness of happiness spread through him. Then nostalgia. Sweet comfort from a time that was just beyond peripheral…and then…

“Starlight…”

Hien looked at him, brow raised before looking up into the sky. “Not for an hour, I think. Though the days have grown rather short.”

Y'zel shook his head, “No. Today…it must be Starlight. In Eorzea. A Holiday.”

“Oh. Then happy Starlight. Happy Starlight to all,” Hien drunkely yelled out, getting another cheer from the Xalea.

Y'zel laughed a little, scooting closer to his betrothed. Such mirth and warmth, from his love and new family. That he'd find such a thing malms and malms from Eorzea, he thought, was a true blessing from the Spinner.

[ladyofvoss]

The hour of reckoning is upon us.

Bonus:

[bananarose]

FFXIV Write - #8 "Shed"

Today I decided to write a little peek into the process of Lavandin choosing his name. There's more to it that I'll write eventually, but here's a little taste. This also gives a look into his relationship with Hien!

Spoilers - Stormblood TW - None

Masterlist

To shed something that has been so closely entwined with one’s identity for many years is a terrifying feat. Sune knew that, he knew that if he were to start with this deceivingly simple change that he wouldn’t be able to go back to who he was before. But… He thought to himself, I’m not that person anymore… Am I? That cowering weak little thing… I left him behind some time ago. Didn’t I? 

He looked up at the stars above him, gently threading his hands through the lush grass below him, leaning back into the warm embrace of the man sat behind him, arms held firm around his waist. The man said nothing, making a soft contented sound as he leaned forward to place his chin on Sune’s shoulder. 

He and Hien had met when Sune still felt like Sune. It was shortly after he had stumbled his way into Reunion for the first time, witless and reeling from the journey it took in order to finally drag his exhausted body across the Azim Steppe. Cirina had taken him in, so to speak, and taught him the ways of the Steppe. Sune had not yet settled into his new existence here when he ran into Hien, deep in thought, sat upon one of the cliffy outcrops scattered across the landscape of the Steppe. They sat quietly together, barely speaking that first encounter, just enjoying one another’s silent company. As time passed, they made a habit of sitting together in the grass. They’d talk about anything and nothing; Sune loved when Hien would share stories of his homeland, Doma.

Sune enjoyed life on the Steppe, life with the new friends he found among the Mol. With Hien. The change in him was gradual, but he could feel it. No longer trapped by the expectations of his forest home - the freedom agreed with him. Sune wanted to flex this newfound freedom, he wanted to continue to grow into this new version of himself… He didn’t want to be Sune anymore. The name fit him like an old piece of clothing; long ago worn out, too small and fraying at the edges. Suffocating. 

“I’m thinking of changing my name.” he spoke suddenly, breaking their quiet reverie. Hien hummed in acknowledgement, the low sound of it rumbled pleasantly through his chest. “Sune just doesn’t-” the name felt odd in his mouth, already so foreign to him. “- it doesn’t fit me anymore. It isn’t me anymore… Does th-that make sense?” He twisted in Hien’s arms to look at him.

“Hm, I believe it does. Do you know what you’d like to change it to?” Sune got quiet, pondering the question. He had of course played around with some words, some sounds, trying to find something that fit him. 

“Perhaps… Lavandin?” the words drifted from his mouth like leaves shed from trees, like naught but a quiet thought upon a gentle breeze. As though he was afraid of saying it outloud. Though once he had said it, said this new name out loud, a smile slowly crept across his face.

Hien hummed, “Lavandin…” Hien didn’t test how the sound felt in his mouth - no, he spoke the name reverently. As a prayer dropping from parted lips.

“It’s nice to meet you Lavandin”

divider credit - @cafekitsune

[sharlayandropout]

Holiday

Part I

Part II here

Part II here

[windup-dragoon]

Happy Starlight from the Lord and Lady of Doma!! They're out getting gifts for the kids of Doma, with the help of a certain buff Saint!

[dearastrologian]

I cobbled together something to satiate this craving for winter-themed Hien content.

[thetictactician]

Some cute coms for Mango! 😼 🤔