#shamelessfluff

Prompt: Elezen husbandos see WoL in Spriggan Outfit for the first time because I am mogstation trash. Lots of self-indulgent fluff. Slightly NSFW Haurchefant.

Alphinaud:

Hatching-tide is upon you, and you make sure you're dressed for the part. Around the same time, Alphinaud starts to walk behind you rather than next to you like always. When you finally notice and confront him, he blushes and stammers something incoherent about strategic placement and being guarded on all fronts.

For what it's worth, your behind did feel quite well guarded.

You let him know and he is beside himself with embarrassment. But you're willing to forgive and forget on one condition...

You pull out the Alphinaud-sized carbuncle outfit.

Aymeric:

Your meeting with Aymeric goes as usual. Ever the gentleman, the Speaker of the House of Lords makes you a cup of tea with plenty of birch syrup as the two of you discuss politics and the current state of affairs in Ishgard. As always, the conversation eventually drifts to your adventures.

You've never been one for speaking much. But whenever you talk to him, you find yourself humming and ahhing in between words. Alot. You decide being at the receiving end of Aymeric's stunning smile is just plainly unfair. The man has no right being as gorgeous as he is.

It's subtle, and you never would've noticed if you didn't hopelessly cling onto his every little move. But you find his eyes occasionally flickering to the decorative egg pouch slung across your shoulder.

That reminds you.

Abruptly ending your story about Sylphs and their Shenanigans, you pull out a decorated chocolate egg, and a blue stuffed bunny.

You tell him awkwardly that you thought of him while in Gridania. His answering smile cuts off the rest of your train of thought. 

Yup. Definitely unfair.

Haurchefant:

He’s buried in his much hated paperwork as always. But he doesn't hesitate to abandon it immediately upon seeing you. A warm feeling fills your chest as he gathers you into the warmest embrace, Looking at you as if you hung the moon. Gently, he wishes you a happy Hatching-tide and reminds you it's quite cold here in Coerthas. He simply must insist on keeping you warm, lest you catch a chill. Deciding his lips to be the most effective, your silver-blue haired elezen showers you with kisses sweeter than hot cocoa.

You ask him if it looks good on you. Like always, your knight fawns over you and tells you the outfit looks splendid on you. But it would look even better on the floor. Until you take it off though, he is more than happy to warm your exposed legs, and wherever else that you need warming, with his lips.

Estinien:

You are minding your own business, stalking through the Dravanian Hinterlands when you suddenly feel yourself being tugged back. You turn, immediately on guard as you prepare to beat the living daylights out of whomever dumb enough to attack the warrior of light. 

Instead of a would-be assailant, you find a familiar silver haired Elezen, holding a handful of the fluffy spriggan ear attached to your hood. His brows are knitted in a concentrated frown, his gorgeous lips pressed together seriously.

You force yourself to relax, and ask him with exasperation to, for the last time, stop approaching you from behind.

Without even acknowledging your words, the dragoon asks you why you're dressed up as a spriggan. His tone is almost accusing. He doesn't let go of your spriggan ear.

You ask him to let go and immediately get a firm no.

When you ask why, he waves his free hand dismissively. "It will start swishing again." As if that is answer enough.

You find yourself caught between several trains of thoughts. A part of you wonders if Estinien is just a giant, spikey cat. Another part of you wants to punch him. The rest of you just prays to the gods for enough self control not to grab him by his collar and kiss him. You've missed him.

You find your self control slipping, especially as he gives the spriggan ear a tentative squeeze. The corners of his lips twitch upward just a little, before he forces himself to frown.