#elf husbands

[ace-artemis-fanartist]

Just thinking of little Runaan and Ethari.

They have childhood friends to sweethearts vibes to me.

[spookyfooxx]

Early morning thought. What if Ethari and Runaan were both extremely strong in their own ways? Like I don't see a whole helluva lot of people talk about this but like. Blacksmiths have to be pretty fuckin strong. But so do sword weilders and bowsmen. Like Ethari is strong in a "pick up a moonstrider and throw it" kinda way, while Runaan is strong in a way that's like "I can stab you so hard your brain falls out of your ass and then I'll shoot you with immense force using my bow and then I'll throw myself into the branches of a tree" kinda strong. Am I making sense?

[buoyfriend]

HC: The First Moment NPC Fell in Love with WoL

Taking a quick break from the story to share some headcanons.

The first time NPC realizes that they're in love with the WoL, featuring the elf husbands.

Aymeric

That is a difficult question. The exact moment? I’ve never been wont to trust someone known for their skills in persuasion, but their power over the hearts and minds of others is undeniable. The Warrior of Light convinced me of much through the strength of their efforts. So many things I had believed to be impossible, they need not honeyed words to make me believe. They show me.

The laws of Ishgard were vast and immutable, etched in stone for many ages. To think that we might become a republic, that anyone might have the political power of a lord! I had never given myself the freedom to imagine it until this fearless adventurer strode into the Holy See, smashing centuries of rules and procedure. They never feared impropriety, always placing their conviction before the trifles of high society.

My feelings grew when they flung themselves into danger after I had been taken to the Vault, that they would follow my father to Azys Lla and do what I could not. I should have been the one to put him down, I should have been the one to bring Estinien home. Yet, they looked on me with compassion, with true friendship rather than pity or disappointment.

I apologize, I could speak for many ages on this. The exact moment that I knew I loved them was at the Grand Melee. For all of the infatuation I had held, that sealed it. I admit, I felt a rush of pride seeing them victorious in Ishgard's colors, in my colors. Every day after, I knew I loved the Warrior of Light. If only dinner had been longer, but perhaps next time.

Haurchefant

They were lovely from the first! Don't laugh, but I do believe in love at first sight. Really. I loved that they didn't know who I was, where I had come from, what people thought of my family. They needed my aid, and I could be their hero. To someone so strong, I could be their hero. That I might be the person to comfort the Savior of Eorzea, the primal slayer, the Warrior of Light! Imagine that.

Every day has been an exercise in showing my affection, though for as forward as I had been, I don't think they've picked up on my intentions. I have sent word to them at House Fortemps to visit for another hot chocolate date, but they are quite busy. I trust we'll make the time before this dreaded war ends. I fear that they might leave Ishgard for some time after that, but maybe...oh. Coerthas isn't so out of the way. I hope they come to see me from time to time.

Estinien

You fail to receive an answer. Estinien has scowled in your face for at least 30 seconds, but it has felt like an eternity.

"Thavnair. After the aetheryte sickness. I heard them call my name from behind me as I expertly haggled with the vendor for the cure to the Warrior of Light's ill. It was sweet, soft. I had never heard them speak that way. The way they gazed at me, desperate for me to notice. It was quite sweet."

Estinien has been apprised by another person in the room that the Warrior of Light had simply been attempting to stop him from overpaying for a drink. He looks absolutely crushed and has put on his helmet. He has no further comment-oh. He has returned.

"They were quite pleasant after Arenvald's accident. Compassionate but pragmatic, quick to shut down Fordola's commentary while giving her the same kind honesty. No matter the situation, their words are true without a hint of cruelty. I felt..." Estinien sucks in his breath sharply, "I admit, I am a bit softer now since meeting them. There is a way to be loving and honest. They're truly an equal on the battlefield, a beast of a dragoon, but so soft otherwise."

Estinien has cleared his throat and will not elaborate further.

[ask-runaan-anything]

you are fucking handsome 😎

His name is Ethari.

[ladyramora]

Hi um first timer, I want to say Iove your works. Um may I request for the Elezen husbands ( Aymeric, Haurchefant, Estinien) hc for wherein WoL gets hurt and goes into a coma for a few days. I am curious how will they act during the coma and when the Wol wakes up

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"Estinien, please," Aymeric sighs on the third day of the Warrior of Light's ongoing coma, rubbing his temple with two fingers as he nursed a strong cup of heavily syruped tea in his other hand. His head obviously ached something fierce and Estinien's constant back and forth pacing was only agitating him further.

"Why haven't they woken yet?" Estinien growls, ignoring Aymeric's plea and he practically wears a hole in the floor with his boots still on that Aymeric had told him more than three times now to bloody well take off if he was going to walk back and forth like that.

Haurchefant, sat by their hero's sickbed, ignores the bickering of the other two elezen. His focus solely for the warrior that lay still and quiet under so many layers of blankets with pillows stacked plump and high under their head. He gazes into their face and feels wretched that he had not been by their side when this happened.

He holds their hand in his, his fingertips grazing the scars that still lingered on their palm and fingers — scars that matched his own where a blade of aether had pierced him—and lowers his head to kiss along their hand. "Dear heart," he murmurs pleadingly, "will you not wake soon?"

His hero had moved so quickly that day in the Vault. He'd not even seen them move when his shield had given under the strain and ultimately broke. The warrior catching and holding fast in their hands that deadly blade of energy — with all that force and power behind it — just as it grazed him. Haurchefant had watched, shocked and with blazing light blinding him as his friend, his hero snapped the blade in two and tossed it aside like rubbish. It had looked effortless at the time, but Haurchefant knew it had not been. They'd still the scars to prove it even after being seen to by so many capable healers. Twas a miracle it had not sliced clean through their lovely hands.

"Will you stop it with the kissing?" Estinien grouses. Done apparently with his pacing and come now to stand over the bed to stare at Haurchefant and the unconscious champion. "This is not some faerie story. Your kiss won't wake sleeping beauty."

Haurchefant does not bother responding negatively to the azure dragoon's words, knowing that the man was only lashing out because of his overwhelming feelings. Estinien embraced anger and used it as a weapon more readily than taking a long look at his own feelings. Feelings that he, too, must have for the hero who had yet to wake for the third day. Haurchefant could not blame him for such, but he would not respond in kind. The days of letting his anger control him were behind him now, best left in his childhood where he had control over nothing, not even himself.

"Should we try taking turns, then?" The Lord of Camp Dragonhead says with mild humor, sitting upright and stretching his aching back against his less than comfortable chair. Estinien scowls at him, but Haurchefant only chuckles. He turns his head to look at the lord de Borel who was stationed at the only desk in the room, diligently doing paperwork even as he stayed here along with them to keep watch over the Warrior of Light.

"What say you, Ser Aymeric?"

Aymeric glances up, the feather of his quill pausing where it was brushing thoughtfully over his bottom lip. His eyes are tired, the artful arrangement of his gently curling hair mussed from running his hands through it. "Hmm? What was that, lord Haurchefant?"

Haurchefant musters as mischievous and cheeky a grin he could manage after three days of fretting at their hero's bedside. "Will you not kiss sleeping beauty awake? If any of us is closest to a prince, surely it must be you."

Aymeric arches his eyebrows up, shaking his head even as a smile quirked at his lips. Being friends with lord Haurchefant's eldest brother Artoirel, he was well used to the oddities of the middle Fortemps brother. "Nay, I would not dare to take such liberties as stealing a kiss from someone I hold so dear. At least, not without first asking their permission."

Haurchefant inclines his head thoughtfully. Stroking his thumb along his dear, sleeping friend's hand. "I suppose you have the right of it. It would be unbecoming of a knight to act so uncouth. I should ask their forgiveness when they wake."

Aymeric only smiles. "For how taken they are with you, I doubt they will mind at all." It was quite a common sight to see lord Haurchefant reach for the hero's hand, and they never did deny him. Aymeric wished he, too, could be so bold as the Fortemps knight. Propriety had been ingrained in him from a young age, unfortunately. Though he and Haurchefant were cut of a similar cloth as bastard sons, House de Borel had been as strict in raising him as they had been kind.

Estinien is the one who seems to reach the end of his tether first. The other two knights taken entirely aback as the Azure dragoon leans over the hero, his pale hair hanging loose to curtain around them as he grasps their shoulders and shook them less than gently, "Wake up!"

Aymeric leaps from his seat, appalled. "Estinien!"

Haurchefant, too, lurches upright. "How dare you? Unhand them, Ser Dragoon," he says in a voice like sharpened steel.

Their worry unnecessary, it seemed, as the hero groaned and... turned over. Burying their face in a luxuriously plump pillow as they grumbled at the azure dragoon in an exhausted almost whine, "M'tired, Estinien!"

The three knights gazed at them, mouths agape.

Then Estinien barked a laugh, proceeding to shake them more by bouncing the bed around them, "No more sleeping. Get up! Get up, hero!"

They mumble something into their pillow not suited to polite company that sounds suspiciously close to, "You suck! Piss off!" but they do raise their head to blink at the knights all gathered around their bedside blearily. "...Am I dreaming," they ask in a sleep raspy voice, "Or are you all in my bedroom?"

Haurchefant cracks a painful grin. Relief blooming warm and bright in his chest, the swell of emotion so much that it moved him to tears. "Oh, dear heart," he murmurs, teardrops glimmering on his eyelashes. "Fury be praised! You're awake!"

The hero blinks. "Good morning? What are you all doing here?"

Haurchefant laughs. "Yes, well, good afternoon 'tis more like."

Surprise shows on their face, plain to read. Afternoon? Had they slept so long?

Aymeric comes to join the others at their bedside, sitting down beside them with a regal swishing of his blue cloak. "You have been sleeping here at de Borel Manor for three days, my dear," the lord de Borel informs them gently as he reached out to smooth the wrinkles in their bedding that pooled over their lap. Naught more than an excuse to reach out and make contact. With Estinien sat on one side and Haurchefant with a chair pulled up at the other, Aymeric situates himself near their legs.

They stare blankly, blinking owlishly. "Three days? Oh..." Their hand raises up to touch their head, then presses to their body where they were certain they had been wounded. "I was fighting, and then..."

"—You almost died," Estinien interjects. "Zenos had you on your knees. What happened?"

The hero frowns. "It was that voice again. Calling out to me."

Haurchefant frowns. "The same one that affected the Scions?"

The Warrior nods. "The very same. That voice... It pierced through me, I felt as if it was pulling at everything I am. It was agonizing. No matter how I tried to make my body obey, I could not move."

Estinien tsks, raking a hand roughly through his hair. Looking like he wanted to jump up and resume pacing. Or simply sink his lance into all of the Warrior of Light's foes.

"I see," Aymeric murmurs, frowning deeply. He reaches out and squeezes their knee. "Full glad am I to see you awake, my friend."

The hero looks between them all, a smile lurking at the corners of their mouth. "Tis good to see your faces."

Haurchefant reaches again for their hand, his blue eyes earnest. "Far better to see yours, dear heart. Why, I feel it has been a veritable eternity since last I have had the pleasure of gazing upon that lovely face."

The hero looks to Haurchefant fondly, their smile widening with obvious affection as the lord kisses their hand. "I missed you, too." They glance towards Aymeric and Estinien, too. Meeting their eyes each, their expression soft with the same affection as they held for Haurchefant. Of course, they had ever possessed such heart. "All of you. It has been too long since we have all been in the same place at the same time. Will you not stay a while longer?"

Haurchefant is the first to answer, "But of course. I have put in charge a knight most capable at Camp Dragonhead in mine absence. You have me for however long you desire, my dear."

Estinien sighs. "I cannot stay for long, nor can Aymeric. We are needed at the front. You, however, will stay. Your wounds have not yet fully healed. Do not make me carry you back here again."

The hero's face falls. Knowing that they could not jump out of bed straight away to join them. One on one, perhaps they would win that battle to return to the fight. But against all three? Nay. 'Twas best they stay abed a while longer to mend lest they want the guilt of three worried elezen men weighing on them.

"However," Aymeric cuts in, casting Estinien a mildly reproachful glance. "We can stay a while longer to keep you company. Is not not so, Estinien?" The lord prompts with a diplomatic smile, oozing charisma.

Estinien crosses his arms and grunts, but does not deny his friend. He supposed they could stay a little longer.

"There you have it," Aymeric says with satisfaction. "We will stay a while yet. Ah, but... Pray, do stay abed, my friend. You need your rest."

Haurchefant chimes in, "Indeed, indeed. Will you not allow us to fuss over you for a bit, my dear?"

Under the gaze of three Ishgardian men who cared so very much in all their own ways, how could the Warrior deny them. "...If that is your wish."

Haurchefant claps his hands together. "Splendid! Now, you must be hungry...."

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[summerturnover]

I would love it if someone with talented drawing skills gave me Alfor and Coran dressed as Stede and Ed, plz and thank you. I’ll be patiently waiting by the phone.

[antagonizedjordan]

Regina Draconis

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No words describe what Ruthari means to me.  

I've been holding on off on this because I really wanted to do it justice.  I finally had the guts to finish it today.

This is probably the most emotional piece I've struggled through.  As someone who is 1) gay and 2) separated from their loved one by war, this relationship and their story means everything.

I love every intermediate stage of this drawing...all posted to my paaatreeonnnn, to see the process, as well as HD downloads...and folks, I really think this deserves to be seen in  HD OMG.  View in full size here to see their EYES y’all!!  In a small size, they don’t seem to be looking where I want them to be looking...my bad.  BUT IN FULL SIZE they are looking to the MOON <3

[beautifulterriblequeen]

A quick ND Ruthari headcanon

I’ve had this floating in my head for a while but I don’t think I’ve ever written it down. And I have half of a really long theory post for Runaan in my drafts, but this is about the pair of them together:

Runaan has several traits of ASD and Ethari has several ADHD traits. They’re part of a looser headcanon that Moonshadow society at large represents a spectrum of mental states, aka what NT’s call neurodiversity. (What is neurotypical, anyway, isn’t that just part of the diversity, come on) Those rituals that get us through the day are absolutely necessary to keep us all on track.

But back to the husbands.

Runaan has a singular ability to hyperfocus to the exclusion of all else.

He has a hard time with verbal communication sometimes and prefers nonverbal interactions more than other elves seem to.

He avoids most eye contact during times he anticipates the other person will be upset, indicating he’s not comfortable with handling others’ sad/negative feelings, even if he loves them dearly.

He has deep feels that motivate him powerfully, but he struggles to show them sometimes in an obvious manner.

He doesn’t get punny humor (via the Deluxe Elf Interview).

He’s Lawful Neutral, meaning The Rules are more important to him than good or evil. Order is literally one of his officially listed likes.

He wears a lot of layers and shows less skin than other Moonshadows. No one touches him first--they let him decide when touching is going to happen. Which is very cool of them, btw.

Sometimes he hides his hands behind his back, too.

And he stims with his hands when he’s emotionally worked up.

These are all ASD things. (He has more traits that I’ll go over in my longer theory post but this is the gist)

Ethari has magical forge sleeves stitched with a heat protection rune but apparently sometimes forgets that critical step in activating them and burns his hands, and then he gets really upset at himself, because of course he knows better, but executive dysfunction is a bitch.

He’s always busy with his hands, putting swirlies on everything in sight, braiding hair, making trinkets and trick weapons, etc., to keep his mind clear.

He’s very physically expressive, slamming things and bobbing and crouching with all his beautiful grace.

A good work ethic is a high priority for him (via one of Devon’s tweets) because he probably doesn’t have one naturally, but others (Runaan) are relying on him to keep them safe, and the adrenaline rush from knowing lives depend on his good work--and failure could get Runaan hurt or killed--helps him focus.

And he wears a crop top to work at his forge and around sharp implements--adorable, but not the safest of work clothing choices.

Luckily, there’s a nice list of traits they may share together that they can help each other out with, too. Things like

having a very small friend group, aka Laindrin and Rayla

the Moon being up during the day during part of its cycle could indicate chronic sleep issues for them and for other Moonshadows. Even Rayla with her incipient PTSD is having sleep difficulties.

using touch to bypass auditory processing issues

helping each other out with sensory issues because they both get it

understanding and adapting when they get into arguments due to different viewpoints/explaining themselves poorly/narrow-mindedness/getting overwhelmed with the emotions of disagreement, and taking it slow and working it through together methodically

being very careful to avoid openly shutting each other down due to RSD

As well as some nice strengths-and-weaknesses pairings, where perhaps Runaan helps Ethari set a daily schedule he can stick to, and Ethari guides Runaan through social interactions and helps him with subtle cues and humor. They’re both perfectly functional people, but like always, they’re better together than on their own, and their potential increases exponentially when they team up because their weak spots are protected by the other’s strengths.

Basically, these two need to be soft with each other because they are both highkey stressed and sensitive at all times. We see Ethari for like three minutes and two sketches, but he’s got tears in his eyes on four different occasions. And thanks to @kotikala​’s angsty assassin tears hunts, we know that Runaan is so spectacularly unsuccessful at suppressing his own intense and disastrous feels that he also tears up at least four times.

A soft team, doing their best, just like everyone wants to. And they’re doing great. Please let them reunite, they do so much better together!