#lyse hext

[celadonch]

Sometimes you and your bestie gotta hang out and just chill

[nillisaie]

lmao this scene. I love silly moments like these :) I just love seeing how close they are to each other. And also my attempt to gif this. I'm still new to making gifs but I'm slowly figuring it out :)

[apathmakerstale]

Witness my Lyse/WoL fanfic I wrote instead of sleeping.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Snippet

Lyse’s head fell to the side as she looked at Chara.

“Chara? Are you not watching the stars?” She smiled and leaned over her, letting some of red hair drape over her as she slid a hand over her cheek and peered deep within her eyes. Lyse’s breath had hitched as she did and she saw her eyes dart to her lips for a second and back.

“I am starwatching.”

[cryoriku]

so is anyone else gonna ship lyse and thancred or am i just gonna be alone in this niche forever ;__;

[jelleefiish]

Oh Lyse Hext how I miss you....

doodle done @ work

[mythiclings]

Fanart for StB's anniversary no.4 - "Liberty or(and) Death"

From 06/20.

Based off of Saturnino Herrán painting "La Ofrenda"

[anneapocalypse]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for the tag, @redwayfarers! I actually have something to share this week! While I'm still in the middle of notes and outlining and a whole lot of canon review for Stormblood fic stuff, but I've done some writing here and there also.

Tagging: YOU! 🫵🏻 Yes I usually do individual tags (with my usual "and anyone else who wants to share," which is always sincerely meant!) but today I really want to invite anyone reading this who has some creative work in progress to share it. Writing, art, an in-progress gpose, whatever it may be.

Here's a bit from an as-yet-untitled Ariane and Lyse fic, expanding on a canon scene in Stormblood.

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Ariane caught up to Lyse southeast of Mol Iloh, her red vest standing out brightly against the tall grass, even in the waning sun. "Oh, Ariane! Are you here to help too? Great!" Lyse shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, her eyes darting to the ground before looking back up. "So… I suppose Dorbei told you that the children and I are gathering 'fuel' for the fires, did he?"

Ariane nodded, a bit perplexed, and Lyse went on, "It'll need to be dried before they can burn it, of course. You, um… you do understand what we're here for, right?"

Ariane squinted. "Yes…?"

"Right! Of course! It's just… some people can be a bit squeamish about this sort of stuff."

Ariane stared uncomprehending for a moment longer, then burst out laughing. "Lyse, you do know I grew up a farm girl, yes? I've handled manure before, I promise."

Lyse too burst out laughing, her awkwardness swiftly vanishing. "That's right! I do forget sometimes, I'll be honest. You have to understand, I've spent so much time around the Archons, pretending to be one, and well… I love them, I don't mean it like that! But you know how they can be a bit…"

Ariane was still laughing, trying to imagine Urianger or Papalymo gathering dung in a basket. She thought too of Alphinaud and his pride in gathering firewood in Dravania… "Yes, I suppose they can be a bit. Nevertheless, I'm sure they'd buck up and do it if it was needed."

Lyse grinned. "But you've never minded getting your hands dirty, have you? Anyway, we're trying to get four piles each. Good luck! And keep an eye on the children while you're at it, eh?"

[veeples]

i am your lover, smitten, straining your tea

prompt: tea/coffee

word count: ~950

happy wolyse week <3 i was hoping to write a much longer piece for the week, and i probably still will! but i don't think i'll finish in time... but i also had an idea for the prompt tea/coffee, so i ran to write something short and sweet.

i don't have bsky, but ty to wordybird.bsky.social for hosting!

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Bearing the heat in Gyr Abania proves to be a challenge, even for Haldswys.

Her experience in growing up first on a tropical island and then working around the harbors dotting La Noscea's coast doesn't give her much aide. Wet, humid heat she can handle — and even enjoys! The heat around Ala Mhigo is both heavy and dry, the unforgiving inferno of a well tended oven. Like most mornings, Haldswys wakes to a mouth tacky with dried saliva and a film of sweat on her forehead and the top of her chest.

Lyse is still in bed. She turns one way then rolls back just as quickly, restless and likely close to waking. For a moment Haldswys considers pulling Lyse into her arms so she can wake her beloved with gentle kisses to her neck and shoulders. Tempting, but the idea of pressing their too warm bodies together makes Haldswys squirm in distaste. She settles for sneaking away from the bed to start their breakfast.

By the time Lyse emerges from their bedroom with her thinnest robe wrapped around her, Haldswys is setting down the pot of tea in the middle of their kitchen table cramped with dishes.

"Oh you're a sweetheart," Lyse moans in appreciation as she nears. "I'm starved."

Haldswys smiles and meets Lyse's upturned face for a kiss. Her hand drifts to slide across Lyse's hip to her bottom for an indulgent palm full. Lyse steals a pinch of Haldswys's ass, lightning fast, before they part.

They take their seats, knees knocking against each other under the table. Haldswys set out a veritable spread for them to choose from: thinly sliced cucumber and quartered tomatoes sprinkled with salt, a small selection of fresh cheeses and olives, both green and black, a plate of golden bread rolls crusted with sesame seeds, little jars of fruit jam and honey. Slivers of green melon glistening with condensation, a small bunch of fat red grapes. The only thing Haldswys made herself is the pan of eggs and beef sausages sliced into thick coins. It's a simple dish, which suits them both fine. Haldswys isn't unskilled in the way of cooking, but she bears little joy for it.

Haldswys piles her plate with a portion of eggs and sausage, fruit and bread. She leaves the wedge of goat cheese that Lyse likes the best and puts another helping of melon on Lyse's plate when Lyse only takes one slice.

"I'm always surprised you enjoy drinking hot tea with weather like this." Haldswys says as Lyse fills her glass, then Haldswys's. "The sun's barely up and it's already stiffling."

"Hot tea to keep against hot weather," Lyse says simply as she dollops a spoonful of honey into Haldswys's glass. "That's what Papalymo always said, at least."

Haldswys doesn't know if she agrees, but to hear Lyse speak at all about Papalymo is a rarity, so she says nothing. She tucks this little scrap about their fallen friend away with the rest of her paltry knowledge of the Lalafell. That she never tried harder to know the fellow Scion still smarts as one of her many regrets.

"It just feels right, you know? Even on the hottest morning I don't feel right without a hot drink to start the day," Lyse's eyelashes flutter as she takes her first sip. Haldswys admires the faint smile that blooms. "But you don't have to drink it with me if you're overheated. I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to have cold juice instead."

"It's fine," Haldswys takes her own glass carefully — a beautiful glass with delicate gold filigree along the rim, but no handle — and brings it to her mouth. It's perfectly sweet, exactly as she likes it. "I like sharing a pot of tea with you. It's an important part of my morning now too."

Lyse blushes, a sweet rose coloring her brown skin. She smiles, a little shy and very pleased. It warms Haldswys with syrupy satisfaction to see such delight radiate from Lyse. Whether it's finding the juiciest and best fruits in the market or offering Lyse genuine truths from her heart, inspiring joy in Lyse is one of her favorite parts of loving her. Lyse's joy feels as close to her as her own. To see her happy is to know that same happiness in herself.

Under the table Lyse hooks her ankle around Haldswys's, very fond and affectionate.

"I swear you'll make my teeth rot one of these days with how good you are," Lyse sweeps up a torn piece of bread through the golden oil pooling at the bottom of the eggs. "I wanna do something nice for you too since you made us such a nice breakfast. How about I brew us some mint tea and chill it in the ice box to have in the evening? And!" Lyse points a finger at her, suddenly stern. "I'll clean up after breakfast so you can take first shower."

"I don't mind helping," Haldswys protests. "I can at least dry dishes."

"You may not mind helping, but I do," Lyse says. There's little room for argument in her tone, all Commander Hext now. "Do you understand?"

Haldswys tips her chin down in surrender, a smile curving her lips.

They settle into pleasant conversation about their plans for the day, picking at food until they drain the pot of its tea. It is a perfectly lazy morning, the light streaming in from their window warming from rosy to pale gold. The day awaits, with its pressing heat and its crowded markets and their list of errands, and Haldswys finds herself considering making them another pot of tea.

Anything to hang this shared morning in time a little longer, keep it like a held breath.