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Prompt-based ficlets: #ink and silver stars.
WoL
A Seeker of the Sun miqo'te, whose canon universe is the Seasons and Promises verse, an MSQ adjacent story where a plan thousands of years in the making culminates in a reunion in Ultima Thule. A mother of three, married to Hades and Hythlodaeus. Main battle classes Dancer and White Mage. Enthusiastic baker and botanist. Azem's reincarnation.
Tags: #stitched by starlight // #aesthetic: stitched by starlight.
Azem
The Fourteenth seat, who adores her people and their city, yet cannot help but see their flaws. Rumours of her being a creation and 'not real' have followed her since childhood. Content to bend the rules as suits the purpose to aid others; unrelentingly kind in the most stubborn of ways. Married to Hades and Hythlodaeus. Main classes Dancer and Paladin.
Tags: #woven in sunlight // #aesthetic: woven in sunlight.
Izeira
What happens when a tangle of Azem's most extreme emotions stored in an unidentified concept crystal meet a new soul in the aetherial sea? A sweet girl burdened with increasingly desctructive powers, Izeira is yet attempting to learn how to lean into her 'gifts'. When not adventuring, she resides in Ishgard. Married to Aymeric and Estinien.
Tags: #spirit of hearthlight // #aesthetic: spirit of hearthlight
Yskari 'Kari' de Riva ('Rook')
A Crow originating from Clan Lavellan, given to the Crows in her teens following quiet warnings from her Inquisitor cousin. Heartsblood is an AU that tells her canon story, while the Moonlight and Midnights universe follows game canon. Soft heart underneath it all – big fan of hugs. Involved with Lucanis. Codex entries.
Tags: #heart of firelight // #aesthetic: heart of firelight
MC
Tags: #elixir of midnight // #aesthetic: elixir of midnight
Writing for prompts:
FFXIV
Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus + pairings within the trio.
WoL/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus + pairings within the trio.
Izeira/Aymeric/Estinien + pairings within the trio.
Opens with Darling, set during the Final Days. After learning the truth of the future from Venat, Azem tells her daughter stories about her family and attempts to work out a way to save her from being sundered.
The continuation begins with One Step Closer, where the WoL tries to work out what life looks like after the choice she made in Ultima Thule.
A look at some of Antonia's (WoL's previous but one incarnation) story, As Sun Upon the Snow, fits within this universe, but contains no direct references to it.
Fics and aesthetics: #seasons and promises verse.
Reflections
Azem/Emet-Selch/Hythlodaeus, Modern AU.
Reflections in Stardust
Of course Hythlodaeus' new roommate and oldest friend is a musical theatre snob and playing in productions of Shakespeare at the National...
Fics and aesthetics: #reflections verse.
Regency
In which there are myriad rumours surrounding the taciturn and anti-social Hades, but fellow not-quite-outcasts Azem and Hythlodaeus are not one bit deterred.
Is a marriage of convenience really a marriage of convenience when it's also quite plainly for love?
Fics and aesthetics: #for want of a ribbon.
Fate Eternal
A soulmate AU detailed here, in which soulmates can feel one another's intense pain and both the WoL and Emet-Selch endure more than one sort of agony over the course of the MSQ.
Fics: #fate eternal.
Betwixt the Stars
A sci-fi AU detailed here, in which Amaurot's civilisation is divided amongst a fleet of starships, with much of its key functions and defense centered on its fourteen flagships, captained by the Convocation. Hades and Hythlodaeus command The Underworld, while Azem's ship is The Shepherd. Their marriage is the worst kept secret in the fleet.
Fics: #betwixt the stars.
Souls in Bloom
A WoL x Hades x Hythlodaeus flower shop AU, in which the so-called Witch of Elpis is a sparingly spoken florist who has an uncanny ability to know which flowers her customers need, something Hythlodaeus and Hades discover when the former insists on seeing if the rumours are true.
Fics: #souls in bloom.
Of Tea and Tempests
A reincarnated Azem crosses paths with Emet-Selch during a protracted conflict between the people of her nation and that which he has decided to lead into battle. Stems from drabble six of Metempsychosis.
Fics: #of tea and tempests
Royalty AU
The crown was never meant for Hades. Azem and Hythlodaeus were never meant to return to court. After ten years apart and a decade of heartache, is there anything of what they were that they can save?
Fics: #a dance by heart
Supernatural creatures AU
When a so-called witch nurses a rather tame 'wolf' back to health, it brings a vampire to her doorstep. And it turns out that the wolf would quite like to stay...
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When Astraea and Faith are asleep in their beds, and the young master of the house is finally asleep in her arms, having adamantly refused to believe that his own little bed is appropriate for the night’s rest, she lingers in the doorway of the kitchen, watching Hythlodaeus set out cups for tea and settle the kettle on the stove, humming a quiet tune as he moves from counter to counter and reaches into cupboards – particularly to sneak down the biscuit tin.
Footsteps draw her attention to Hades return from collecting that which they have been murmuring back and forth about over the course of the evening when their husband has not been so near as to overhear them, a flat, rectangular wooden box balanced carefully in his hold, and, as cups and a plate of biscuits find the kitchen table, so too does the box, gently set down and slid across to Hythlodaeus.
“What’s this?” he asks, lifting a quizzical half-smile to the pair of them.
“It’s for you,” she tells him, swaying a little as baby Themis makes a soft sound against her.
Hades is silent, a certain nervous cast to him as he quietly draws out a chair and sits down, moving to occupy himself with pouring the tea.
Glancing between them, Hythlodaeus moves to unclasp the catch keeping the box closed, and slowly lifts open the hinged lid until it lies flat upon the table, the two compartments nestled side by side.
In one half, they have gathered together sketchpads and loose paper of different weights, textures and fibres, the loose sheets of particular types brought together in bundles loosely tied with pastel ribbons. In the other sit pencils and charcoals and colours, from the vivid chalks of Radz-at-Han to a precise sketching and measuring set from Sharlayan. Oil paints from Ishgard and watercolours she fetched from the First, fascinated by the glow of the pale hues.
He could, she knows, create anything that he pleases to aid him in his artistic endeavours.
But he has not. She has seen him using stubs of pencils and abandoned crayons, and sweep a blush of colour over skin using a child’s paint set that Astraea has lost interest in. As if he thinks he ought not to allow himself anything more than that and must not dedicate his time to them.
Hythlodaeus reaches with one hand to run his fingertips over one of the topmost sheets of paper, his eyes a little too bright and telling, before he smoothes his thumb against the corner of the case, the sharpness of the point of it a contrast that she knows he needs in this moment, even if she wishes with all her heart that he did not.
(Are they real? Is he real? Is it safe to be happy?)
Reaching across the table, Hades catches at that hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of his fingers.
She drifts to Hythlodaeus’ side and rests her head against him, and he folds an arm around her, bending to drop a kiss to the top of their sleeping son’s head.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, his features soft and gaze just a tiny bit hungry as he lets his attention roam over the colours in the box.
In the morning, when she wakes, she discovers a sketch sat on the bedside table: an arrangement of teacups and biscuit fragments upon a familiar table, accompanied by the wooden box itself, the contents of one side of it brought to life in ink and paint and chalk.
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What is something that your OC would find incredibly hard to lie about? Even if they really wanted to do so...
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I think if someone asked her whether she forgives Hades for everything he did, there is some part of her that would very much want to attempt to lie, but she just can't do it. And he knows very well that she does not forgive him, and nor has she forgotten, but also that it does not preclude her from loving him. Neither of them has ever attempted to make excuses for it, and nor has he let himself ever appear to desire to be forgiven. She tends to assume that most believe she must be prepared to defend his choices and make excuses for them, and does not venture into the territory of attempting to explain their relationship to strangers; in-fact has stated to those closer to her that they can wait all they please for her to start excusing what he did or explain her feelings, because it isn't going to happen.
And maybe it looks like it would be easier if she could lie about it, but the fact is that they both know it would be playing pretend with what they absolutely cannot risk or invite lying to themselves about.
Copper: 4. Of all the places your OC has seen, which do they consider the most beautiful?
Lead: 4. What has been the most transformative experience your OC has been through? Was it an experience of loss? The first time they ever felt loved? A traumatic or violent event? Or something else entirely?
She is still struck by Amaurot each and every time she visits it, though she cannot discern any difference in how she feels about it since having taken on some of Azem's memories and can't tell whether maybe some of it was always Azem's love for it. And perhaps it's not even that it is especially beautiful in the same sense as somewhere from the more natural world, but that is is beautiful to her, even a shadow of itself as it is. She doesn't spend a lot of time there, but she does sometimes retreat there to think, knowing there are few to none who could disturb her there, and she visits every year on her birthday to spend time with the shade of Hythlodaeus.
In terms of transformative experiences, it's probably almost dying (or technically dying for at least a few seconds) bringing Faith into the world. Not the death itself, but what followed afterwards, in that after Hades brings her back from the edge of the aetherial sea, it takes her a long time to recover, and during that time there are lots of little bits and pieces that she has worried about and been frightened of that seem to fall into place. And there's a moment when most of the Scions more or less barge into the house to see her and Faith, and almost everyone she loves and cares about is in the same room. It's when she finally thinks she'd quite like to live. Not just survive.
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20 Your OC loses something important to a partner or close friend - perhaps something of great sentimental value or simply very expensive.
The prompt wanted what it wanted, so this is 'loses something important to one of her children'.
“Bunny’s gone.”
It is absurd that she has stared down gods and monsters without flinching – or feeling much of anything at all – and yet admitting that she cannot locate their youngest daughter’s favourite toy is what threatens to reduce her to tears that she does her very best to blink back as she waits for what reaction the news that she has shared will bring.
As he absorbs the information, one of Hythlodaeus’ eyebrows dips ever so briefly in what is the only indication of any consternation that she can discern, and still it is enough that her heart lurches in a fashion that she knows it would pain him to learn.
“I was second-guessing it as I did it, and I still put her out on the washing line with everything else. She was hanging by her ears, and now the pegs are still on the line and she’s gone.”
That he reaches for her and wraps her up in the snug embrace that she both needs and desperately feels that she does not deserve only allows her tears to win the battle, her vision blurring as she endeavours to conceal them, ducking her head down against his chest.
“If she truly cannot be found, we could always... make another,” Hythlodaeus proposes, soft-voiced.
“She’s her favourite. And Astraea made her. I lost Faith’s favourite and Astraea’s first creation. And Faith will know if it’s not really Bunny.”
Of course she will. If Faith can perceive souls and aether, she will notice almost immediately that any replacement Bunny is not the one that her sister used her own power and aether to create in a moment of love and wishing for there to be something perfect for her.
Not only that, but there is the simple matter that a new Bunny will not be the same Bunny that she has cuddled and kissed and doted on, bringing with her wherever she can.
It is a sob that she hears escape her, muffled as it is against fabric.
Warrior. Weapon. Destroyer of creatures of nightmare.
Sobbing over a plush animal.
(A plush animal that means the world to her daughter.)
Hythlodaeus bows his head to murmur soothing nothings into her hair, rocking her a little as he promises, “We’ll make it right.”
“I just wanted her to be clean and dry by the time she goes to bed tonight.”
He goes still, then slowly straightens his shoulders.
“What is it?” she asks, braving a glance up at him.
Threading his fingers through hers, he moves to lead her from the kitchen, drawing her after him as he quietly pads his way through to Faith’s room, where their daughter lies curled up in bed, having been claimed by an afternoon nap.
Gently, he reaches out to ease away the blanket beneath which Faith sleeps in a somewhat ungainly sprawl, to reveal the sight of—
An undeniably leporine ear with delicate blue stitching at its edges, peeking out from under Faith’s left shoulder.
She stares.
How...?
Hythlodaeus tucks the blanket back into place and follows her from the room as she presses the heels of her hands to her eyes and attempts to prioritise one of the many questions that demand answers.
“...I saw her staring out of the kitchen window, earlier,” he says as they return to the kitchen and he begins to set out the mugs for some much needed tea. “She’d clambered up onto a chair and I picked her up and set her back on the floor, and then she scampered off without a word.”
“But she can’t have managed to get outside, and even if she had, she couldn’t have reached all the way up to the washing line...”
Well. Can’t is not exactly an absolute, in their family.
Perhaps it is that Faith did not even need to leave the house to retrieve Bunny, if she was so determined to have her back.
“And with our dear husband not around, we can hardly blame him for having potentially yielded to her pleas...” Hythlodaeus utters wryly.
With a faintly trembling hand (another bizarre, ridiculous, thing), she accepts the chocolate-coated biscuit that he offers her.
Around a smile, he declares, “I think we had better keep an even closer eye on our clever little kitten.”
