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goldbasar · 7 years

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Heloo!! Ok so the ships: . Ysayle x Estinien (asdfghjkl.

aaa nice! thanks for the ask THOSE ARE SOME NICE SHIPS YOU GOT THERE (I will get to stormblood soon...and to the other asks as well. I need to sleep :’) )

estinien/ysayle (

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |they could’ve been such a good couple that I’d definitely consider ~healthy~ if they came to work on it, there was some mutual understanding beginning to bloom there, but alas, the game had different plans

General Opinion:gdi everytime I think my absolute love for them has calmed down, I only need to rewatch the 3.0 trip to fall for them even more. I think their dynamic is super interesting, ESPECIALLY because their ideas were so fundamentally different at first, but their journey together with the wol and alphinaud made them form a bond regardless, and a lot of comments from Estinien’s side show that he did care and started to show that more openly (subtle, but definitely there! I just replayed 3.0), so I definitely think that they could’ve been a thing if but given more time. They both grew out of their views and ways and found that despite their fundamental difference (peace seeker vs. vengeance seeker) they were more similar than they thought they would be. And don’t talk to me about the flower bouquet.

thancred/y’shtola

General Opinion:I see where this ship comes from, I totally do, but I don’t really ship them romantically? (I generally have a hard time shipping y’shtola with anyone) Come to think of it, I rarely ship within the Scions, at least our main npc members. they all feel so platonic to me, but I definitely don’t mind any ships either!

carvallain/rhoswen

General Opinion: PASSIONATE LOVE FOR THIS SHIP AHOY so ok let me explain: I CAN see Carvallain liking her back but he’s still not there seeing it. yet the way he teases her is, imo, quite unusual for his antics bc he’s so obvious about it being fun to him, DESPITE HOW ARROGANT HE SOUNDS SOMETIMES. (about his lovely little elezen wife, that’s an ENG translation only thing and wasn’t there in JP, so I tend to...ignore it). Rhoswen OBVIOUSLY has a crush on him and I love the tidbits the devs give us in side quests and 1.0. the valentione’s event 2014, the postmoogle quest (carvallain STAMMERING and walking away immediatly as “this is a waste of time” when anselm and fiebras assume they’re dating), the CUL quests, and last but not least the Tales from the Calamity bit about Carvallain riding into the battlefield to rescue a raging Rhoswen, FORCING HER INTO RETREAT in the face of chaos and destruction. just saying. (bonus: actual former highest house son paired with short foul-mouthed midlander pirate captain )

#ship: fare you well my lady #ship: love is a battleground #charlotte-and-pandas

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sheepwithspecs · 4 months

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A Piece of You

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(Seven years + two emotionally compromised pirates) ÷ a special gift = ???

Day 2: Lover's Token Carvallain x Rhoswen

“I have something for you.”

“Hm?” Rhoswen stretched languidly, basking in the luxurious feel of crisp linen against her bare skin. Her lover was already half-dressed, gaskins unlaced and hanging low on his hips as he walked across the bedchamber. He held something in his hand, too small to see; to see his long fingers curled protectively around it brought to mind younglings cupping tadpoles in the shallows of the Agelyss River.

“Here.” Carvallain sat on the side of the bed, the mattress barely sagging beneath his weight—no doubt a testament to the fine quality of the mattress. Of course, everything contained in his private rooms was fine, if not exquisite. As one of the richest men in Limsa Lominsa, he held shockingly high standards for what others might call creature comforts. Surprisingly, his taste for extravagance had never managed to rub off on her over the course of their liaison, aside from a growing appreciation for high-quality fragrances and linens. “Take it,” he urged, gesturing for her to hold out her hands.

Rhoswen sat up, stretching her arms over her head for good measure before reaching out to take whatever it was he kept so well-hidden. Before him, she had never been one for gifts; she could name every one she’d ever received on one hand, and still have a few fingers left over. But now they were a regular occurrence, and she was inclined to take whatever he offered on these frequent romps of theirs. Had she not known better, she might have feared herself a kept woman. But Carvallain was the sort of man who shared his affections through material means, rather than sweet nothings or pet names. It was as though he knew there were things he could not offer freely, and sought to fill the gaps with all manner of trinkets from lands she’d likely never see in her lifetime.

Into her hand he dropped a tiny box, blue paper and red ribbon, nondescript beyond the fact that it had seemingly appeared from nowhere. She had not noticed it sitting out when she arrived, though her attention had admittedly been captured by the sight of him waiting for her.

“What’s the occasion?” she laughed, trying to downplay her growing anxiety at the sight of so tiny a box. It fit perfectly in the palm of her hand, small enough to warrant concern but almost too large to be the thing she most dreaded to see: a ring. Their current arrangement was fun. It was comfortable. The last thing she wanted was to see it go down in flames thanks to some misguided sense of propriety, or worse— duty.

“Must there be an occasion?” he replied in the same tone, any humor underlined by something too close to nervousness for comfort. “Most women enjoyed being lavished upon, you know.”

“Most women wouldn’t see through yer game.” Sometimes it was far easier to fall back on their tried and true banter. She turned the box over in her hands, appraising it without any attempt to discern its contents. “Ply me with wine n’ sex, then catch me unawares.”

“Am I that obvious?” His answering smile was strained. “Perhaps I was merely waiting until you were in the best possible mood to accept my little cadeau.”

“Is there any reason I wouldn’tbe in a good mood?” She dangled the box by the ribbon the same way he had. “Best tell me now, afore I see it myself.”

“It is only that—” He patted his thighs absently, lower lip caught between his teeth as he thought. “Sometimes your mouth moves faster than your ears, my dear. All I ask is the chance to explain, should you find my little gift… startling.”

“Explain what?” Carvallain did not answer, staring intently as he waited for her to make a move. It was a look he often wore during games of Meracydian chess, when the stakes were highest and he felt cornered. She slid her legs beneath the coverlet, feeling more naked than she ever had in her nameday suit. Her eyes darted to where her clothes lay, tossed casually across the round dining table. Part of her wanted to scramble across the bed and snatch them up, if only to feel a little more secure in her skin. But it would be silly to show that sort of weakness, especially for something as paltry as a gift.

“Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Don’t rush me,” she muttered, fishing about beneath the coverlet for her smallclothes. Her toes caught the corner of his silk blouse and she cut her losses, yanking it from its hiding place and slipping it over her shoulders. The fabric billowed at her elbows, sagging down around her lithe frame a good three sizes too big, but it was still better than nothing. Tucking it comfortably around her hips, she again turned her attentions to the box, swallowing back her trepidation.

In all honesty, she wasn’t entirely sure when her—surely unfounded—fears had taken root. Their relationship was not exactly casual, but neither was it to the point that she’d happily throw caution to the wind and follow him to that blasted temple in the Twelveswood. Seven years, give or take a few tumultuous moons of confusion and ale-addled lust, but they’d never felt the need to put a name to what they were doing.

That in itself was common enough in Limsa Lominsa. Pirates didn’t marry one another to live happily ever after. If nothing else, they might eventually commit themselves to a single companion for a number of years, until one of them inevitably found their way to the Navigator’s bosom. A pirate courtship could be romantic, in its own way, and sometimes even soft or affectionate… but never fairytale. Never domestic. Those fantasies were better suited for naïve young lasses who dream of knights on white chocobos— something she had not been for many, many years.

This is ridiculous. There was no reason to drag out the inevitable, after all. Rhoswen gingerly untied the ribbon, sliding open the box and pushing aside the tissue paper before peering cautiously at what lay within. A moment later her head snapped up, eyes narrowed.

“What the—?! Ye told me ye lost the damn thing!” For nearly a fortnight, his left ear had been oddly bare, bereft of its usual silver adornments. For as long as she’d known him, he’d only ever removed his ear clasps when bathing; he even wore them to bed, citing them to be “too important” to leave lying around. Despite this, he had seemed strangely unperturbed when one came up missing, shrugging away her questions and brushing off any attempts to help him locate the misplaced clasp. Now it had resurfaced, nestled neatly in the translucent paper.

“Is this some sort o’ joke? Ye know I can’t wear it.” Scowling, she picked up the clasp and turned it so that the silver gleamed in the candlelight. It seemed as though she’d never tire of admiring the beautiful scrollwork, so tiny and delicate that it seemed wrought by fae hands and not a master smith. “All ye had to do was say ye found it…” she trailed off, puzzled. “Is it me, or is it… smaller? Here, let me see the other.”

“I had it fitted for your ear. Open the—” Before he could finish, her curious fingers uncovered a hidden hinge. The clasp fell apart in her hands, revealing itself to be a clasp no longer, but an earring fit for smaller, rounded ears. Ears like a Hyur’s. Rhoswen stared down at it, her thoughts too tangled to sort out into proper questions. Finally she dared to look up, cursing the way her lips trembled as she spoke.

“What kind o’— Why would ye— Seven hells!” An icy hand gripped her heart, squeezing for all it was worth. “If this is some sort o’ swivvin’ proposal, I’m about to stick my foot straight up yer—”

“No! Gods, no!” He reached for her, seeming to rethink it at the last moment and letting his hand fall to the mattress instead. “See? This is what I meant; if you would just give me a moment to explain myself—”

“Ye got thirty seconds afore I march right out o’ this room, bare-arsed n’ all!”

“It’s not always romantic!” Carvallain snapped, looking both ashamed and obstinate. “They’re simply a symbol of… of…” His hands worked in midair, trying to grasp the words that would not come. “There are many different meanings. The first is traditionally a symbol of maturity. The exact reasoning varies between cultures. In Ishgard, a mother gifts her child the first clasp on the eve of their Confirmation, and the father gifts the other when they are fully grown.”

“N’ when one person giftstheirs to someone else? What’s it mean then?”

“I suppose the closest word would be devotion—which is not the same as romance!” he added, seeing her lips part in protest. “It can be any number of things: filiality, fidelity, camaraderie…. When a knight falls in battle, their brother in arms might choose to wear one as a physical reminder of the bond they shared. Close siblings might choose to trade if one of them is going on a long journey. Best friends who make a pact, or a bereaved spouse wanting a keepsake, or… any number of occasions, truly. Wherever you go, be it to another continent or another life, you’re carrying a piece of them with you.”

“But it can be romantic.”

“Yes,” he groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “it can sometimes be romantic. Within the confines of courtship it is often used to promote… exclusivity.”

“Aha!”

“But that was not necessarily my intention!”

“N’ just what, pray tell, did ye intend by it?” He pressed his lips into a thin line, fingers twisting together in his lap. It was a rare sight indeed, the confident and cavalier Carvallain unsure of himself. There was power to be had in that, and perhaps she might have taken advantage of it, had she not also felt as though the proverbial rug was about to be pulled out from under her feet at any moment.

“Whether or not you choose to wear it is, in the end, up to you. But if you… choose… then know it to be a symbol of my— of my l—” His tongue tripped over the word, breath hitching as it caught in his throat. “My regard,” he managed to choke out, hands balled into fists. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Tch.” It had been several years since she’d last worn earrings. She winced as the refitted clasp jabbed through the skin where the hole ought to be. The hinges separating the two sides closed over the bottom of her left earlobe with a soft click of metal. Twisting around, she viewed herself in the round mirror he kept on his desk; with the two halves in place, it looked as though she wore an identical version of the clasp on his right ear.

Ever so gently, he turned her head so that he could take a look for himself. He traced the shell of her ear with one cautious fingertip before averting his eyes the moment his own seemed near to overflowing.

“Oh, none o’ that, now,” she murmured, pulling him back until he had no choice but to face her once more. “Ye can’t go barin’ yer ‘eart like that n’ not expect me to take a peek.” He scoffed, though there was no real heat in the sound. “I got nothin’ for ye in return.”

“You don’t need….” His thumb traced over the silver slowly, back and forth. “Seeing you wear it is enough for me.” He leaned forward, bumping his forehead lightly against hers, noses brushing before he caught her up in his arms. She squeaked out a startled breath as he pulled her flush to his chest, burying his face in the join of her neck and shoulder. “I can hear your heart racing,” he sighed, the words muffled against her skin.

“I can feel yers racin’, too.” The clasp was heavy on her ear, but it was a welcome weight. A piece of him… wherever I go. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her cheek against his skull and breathing in the soft, perfumed strands of hair. “So, does this mean we’re exclusivenow?”

“We’ve been exclusive for some time now, I should think… unless there’s a rival you haven’t warned me about.”

“I do like to keep me options open.” She grinned. “Still, can’t say I have many offers these days. No market for ol’ crones, I reckon.”

“You’re beautiful.” Pulling back, he looked down at her with a smile, eyes shining with everything he couldn’t—wouldn’t—say. “My lovely harpy.” Regard my arse.

“That’s right,” she beamed, combing her fingers through his hair. “Yer harpy… claws n’ all.” As she spoke she ruffled his bangs aggressively, cackling as the fiery strands stood out in all directions. Carvallain jerked back with a vain cry, letting go of her in an attempt to salvage the remnants of his coiffed style.

“You damnable—!” Tongue working in his cheek, he launched himself over the bed at her. “You’ll pay for that!”

“Will I?” Still laughing, she let herself be pinned to the mattress. “Careful! Won’t be no fault o’ mine if this puffy shirt o’ yers gets ripped t’ shreds.”

“It’s never your fault, is it?” He regarded her sullenly. With his hair still askew and a pout twisting his features, he looked more like a petulant firstborn than an angry lover. She shrugged, as well as she could manage with her hands pinned over her head, laughing again when he groaned in defeat. “My tormentor, more like.” Nevertheless he bent his head, feathering kisses over her forehead and cheeks.

“Who’s the tormentor now?” she muttered when he refused to meet her lips, lightly kissing her jaw, her chin, her nose before finally obliging with a smirk. “Bastard.” He’s no knight, but I suppose a privateer on a regular chocobo’s probably the best I’ll manage… not that I’m complaining.

“Your bastard.”

“… Aye.”

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #rhoswen #carvallain #carvrhos #my writing #xivrarepairweek #I'm going slow on these... but I'm going!

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sheepwithspecs · 1 year

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Lately I can’t seem to get the idea of a short CarvRhos fake dating/marriage fic out of my head, but despite knowing certain scenes I want to write I still can’t get a solid plot to actually follow through with it.

It’s the kind of plot stream of consciousness I’d usually write about on Twitter? X? TWITTER, but it’s hard to make threads that other people will actually see and be able to interact with, especially now that replies are being automatically hidden unless you’re a paid user.

Anyway! About this plot.

For one thing, both of them are a high profile status in LL; everyone and their mother is going to know these two are NOT actually married (despite what the Herald continues to claim). And neither of them are the type of person who would feel insecure about being single—at least, not in the conventional, trope-heavy sense.

It’s often played for laughs that Rhoswen is not quiet about her crush on Carvallain, but neither does she seem embarrassed or uncomfortable about the fact that she’s a single woman in her late thirties. If anything, the only emotion she ever shows is annoyance that her efforts are (presumably) going unnoticed by the man due to catastrophically comedic timing.

If that’s the case, then it must be Carvallain who makes the initial claim, and thus has to humble himself by asking her to help him keep up the ruse. But why would a self-made merchant of means with no ties and virtually no obstacles need to make such a claim in the first place? The most obvious answer would be towards Charlemend, but even then… why claim that he is married?

The only reason I can feasibly think of is that it would be a good way to make some (false) ties outside of the Durendaire name. You could call it something of a contingency plan, just in case Charlemend ever decided to press him on returning to Ishgard indefinitely. Purposefully kept vague so that he could change the details as he saw fit, depending on the social climate. After all, how could he possibly return to a home where his dearly beloved spouse would be eschewed and looked down upon for the unfortunate circumstances of their birth?

Unfortunately, that plan did not include his father becoming much more open and accepting of those not of highborn blood. Now both he and his spouse have been invited to spend a holiday in Ishgard… but there’s no spouse to be had.

Or is there?

I’m still a little fuzzy on the other details, but I think it wouldn’t be more than 4-5 chapters at most. I also thoroughly enjoy the idea of Charlemend knowing from the moment he sees them that his son is lying through his teeth, but he enjoys Rhoswen’s “vivacity” so much that he’s willing to pretend along with them for the sake of the bit. And, of course, the usual fake marriage tropes thrown in for good measure. The UST, the RST, Carvallain unable to believe that Rhoswen is indeed capable of behaving like a civilized person, Rhoswen realizing that a good 65% of Carvallain’s posturing is a convenient façade to hide his true feelings…. You know, the usual.

#my stuff #rambling #plot tag #fakewife!au

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sheepwithspecs · 1 year

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CarvRhos Fic List Masterpost

A handy list of every Carvallain / Rhoswen fic I've written to date, divided into handy categories for your viewing pleasure! This list will be updated periodically (read: when I can remember to do it).

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Surrender

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Completed: ✅

Author's Info: I like femdom.

Summary: 7 chapters of enemies/rivals to lovers written for those who crave unresolved romantic tension, angst, and un(requited) yearning with a happy ending. Takes place during the latter part of 5.x MSQ.

Read on: Ao3

Holding the Rhotano

Rating: Mature 🔞

Completed: ❌

Author's Info: I had this idea before Island Sanctuary and it made me so giddy to see that Merlwyb really would pull this kind of stunt.

Summary: Merlwyb pits the Maelstrom against the pirates in an attempt to see who will fare better when left to the mercy of the elements. Of course, these begrudging teammates will find common ground and maybe... bathe together? Scandalous.

Read on: Ao3

Playing to Win

Rating: Mature 🔞

Completed: ❌

Author's Info: This was originally for the ffxivbb but I ended up dropping out due to time constraints. I still love the premise so why not keep working on it, right?

Summary: Enemies/Rivals to lovers fic that takes place during 6.0. Carvallain deals with the events of the Final Days while also coming to terms with his burgeoning feelings for a certain loudmouthed corsair.

Ao3

Oneshots

Anniversaries

Rating: Teen

Author's Info: I couldn't stop thinking about Carvallain giving her flowers but refusing to tell her what they mean. Would Rhoswen even like them? Would she care?

Summary: From the first awkward encounters to decades-old lovers, a study of how pirates celebrate their "official" anniversaries.

Read on: Ao3, Tumblr

All Bets are Off

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Author's Info: Don't ask me what they were betting on or even why they were betting on it in the first place. I don't really know, and I'm almost afraid to ask.

Summary: After losing a bet, Rhoswen is forced to indulge Carvallain's whims for a single bell. Fortunately for her, he's not in the mood for torturous mockery. Unfortunately for her, he's something of an amateur voyeur (say it five times fast).

Read on: Ao3, Tumblr

Bewitched

Rating: Teen

Author's Info: What good is the Anchor Yard even for these days... they should put more quests there (or more NPC interactions :3)

Summary: Two pirates being a general nuisance by making out on the Navigator's Mark for no good reason.

Read on: Ao3, Tumblr

First Light

Rating: General

Author's Info: I love the idea of them being middle-aged lovers who are so comfortable with one another that they want to be emotionally available, but genuinely don't know how to be.

Summary: Hurt/Comfort fic where Charlemend dies (RIP). Despite being well-spoken, Carvallain finds himself at a loss for words.

Read on: Ao3, Tumblr

Ficlets / Drabbles / Misc.

"Almost Kiss"

Rating: Teen

Author's Info: If I'd had more of a word count he'd have ended up on his knees for sure.

Summary: Kabe-don?

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"Rivals"

Rating: General

Author's Info: I love the thought that Rhoswen and Sicard get along in the way an older sister occasionally indulges an overly energetic brother...

Summary: Carvallain is jealous of Sicard for encroaching on his territory as the #1 pain in Rhoswen's arse (not that he's even trying)

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"Blind Date"

Rating: General

Author's Info: Despite her being a classic tsundere "tough girl" I headcanon that Rhoswen is secretly a little fashionable and probably has at least one really nice shirtwaist she doesn't get to wear often.

Summary: A'brohka and Gerald pull off a master plot to get their captains together on a blind date at the Bismark... and then run for their lives.

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"Only One Bed"

Rating: Teen

Author's Info: If you ask me (which you didn't) the Firmament Quests will end with Carvallain coming to see firsthand how his father has changed only to find that Rhoswen has followed him in the fear that he might actually want to stay in Ishgard.

Summary: Let's face it, that inn room in the Forgotten Knight is NOT retaining heat.

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"Friends with Benefits"

Rating: Mature 🔞

Author's Info: Probably the most accurate fic on this list, tbh.

Summary: Post Round 1; Pre Round 2

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"Love Hurts"

Rating: Mature

Author's Info: Yum, delicious pining and unrequited feelings and guilt and shameless desperation-

Summary: What if Carvallain was just going through it™ ?

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#ffxiv #Final Fantasy 14 #Final Fantasy XIV #fanfiction #carvallain de gorgagne #captain carvallain #rhoswen leach #captain rhoswen #CarvRhos #masterlist #my writing

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