#yumeric

[starlit-seadragon]

Don't think I ever shared this from last year! And it's late, but Happy Valentione's! May you and your loved one(s) find kindness in each other's smile, strength in each other's love, and peace in each other's embrace.

[mxmearcstapa]

I keep forgetting to post this.

Trying to get back into drawing.

Please consume my wolship.

[starrysnowdrop]

Yume x Aymeric Headcanon

So this idea came to me earlier and I have to write it down before I forget the details.

After the events of the Vault, Aymeric is sent to the chirurgeons right away, as he needs to recover from his wounds from being tortured while being interrogated.

Aymeric has many deep wounds that will turn into scars covering his body, and it takes some time to fully heal. He is ashamed of how he looks, along with having nightmares from all of the trauma.

When Estinien comes to see Aymeric, he mentions that Yume is asking to also visit him. Aymeric practically shouts “No!” at Estinien, startling the dragoon. Aymeric tells him, “I don’t want her to see me like this.”

Estinien agrees to tell the chirurgeons to turn Yume away, but responds that, “Don’t be like me and push away those you love,” and also “Yume is much stronger than you might think. She will not think less of you, if that is your fear.”

While this is happening, Yume has an Echo vision of Aymeric being tortured. She then realizes why she has been turned away from seeing Aymeric, and she goes back to Fortemps Manor and cries herself to sleep.

In the morning, Aymeric has had time to think on Estinien’s words, and tells the chirurgeons to let Yume in if she comes to visit.

Yume goes to the hospital to bring Aymeric some soup she made, expecting to be turned away once again. She is surprised that she is allowed to see him.

Yume goes to see Aymeric and brings him the soup to eat. She ends up helping to feed him and shares her past with him, which comforts him. She tells him that she understands, more than he knows.

That’s all I have right now, but I needed to write this out in outline form before sitting down to flesh it out more. Let me know what you think! Any thoughts, comments, or advice would be greatly appreciated!

EDIT: Okay, I’m having trouble seeing this post on my dash, so I don’t know if you all will be able to see it either, so I’m tagging the squad:

@whitherliliesbloom @windup-dragoon @maiden-born-in-snow @ofthesilverlining

[starlit-seadragon]

Wolmeric week, day 2: hurt/comfort

haha I'm behind again shhhhh

This is a small snippet of a piece I'm working on that's shortly after the events of the Vault in HW. A devastated DRK Yume comes to visit Aymeric late one evening, and to let off some steam, they end up sparring. This is not the lord commander's wisest idea.

"You neglected to mention your shoulder," Shirayume's voice is like ice as she heals him. Aymeric is grateful he cannot see her face.

"I did not anticipate it would be an issue."

"Had you informed me, it might not have been."

"You did not ask for a full list of injuries; you asked where they were worst," he says, though it feels petulant. Worse, calculated. Like they have only just met again.

The levin-cool pulses in his shoulder cease. Behind him, Yume exhales angrily through her nose, just once, before the sensation of her magic returns.

"Aye. I suppose," comes her clipped reply. "Or perhaps we should not have sparred at all. Your -- your aether is..."

Another exhale, slower.

"You should not push yourself so," she murmurs. There is a tremor in her voice. "I -- Ishgard needs you."

Guilt burns in his gut. Had he the chance to relive the scene, he'd have told her the truth -- but life grants no such second chances. Any further revelation is disrupted by press of a warm weight against the middle of his back.

Is -- is she leaning on him?

"And I... I could not bear the thought of something happening to you as well," she whispers.

[starlit-seadragon]

Day 19 - Taken

The Eorzean Alliance is yet young, though it has many allies.

Some of them are a little closer than others expected.

Set early post-SB

WC: 1453

Rated F for fluff?

My FFXIV Write Masterpost here.

Nanamo was the first to notice.

Had she not been seated next to Lord Aymeric, she might have missed the exchange entirely. Though the mountains in which Ala Mhigo were tucked cooled the air significantly, the day was still hot. For their privacy, the doors of the meeting room had been closed, but the windows remained open, curtains billowing lazily in the desperately-needed breeze. Outside the palace, far enough away that they could not hear, people milled about, performing various tasks.

Beside her, Lord Aymeric straightened suddenly and looked away from the conversation. Nanamo fought the urge to stare. She had not considered the present topic to be an offensive one, but perhaps there was a cultural difference with Ishgard that she was not aware of. She had a mind to inquire about it afterwards─and then watched him break into a radiant smile that was gone from his lips a moment latee but remained in his eyes.

Curious, Nanamo followed his line of sight.

Out the window, the Warrior of Light was walking past. When she caught Nanamo's eye, she waved. Nanamo waved a small hand back.

On her other side, Raubahn leaned forward.

"I must apologize, Your Grace, for not being engaging enough company to keep your focus," he teased.

"Your apology is accepted, Raubahn," Namao replied archly. "Pray rest assured you have my full focus─I merely chanced to espy our friend Shirayume through the window and was returning her greeting."

The other Alliance leaders turned in their seats to peer out the window. Now red-cheeked and smiling apologetically, Shirayume waved to them all. The leaders of the Alliance returned the gesture.

"Perhaps a short respite is called for" Kan-E suggested. "We have been in council for an extended period─a little fresh air and movement might do us good."

The group assented, agreeing to return at the next bell. Slowly, they rose, stretching and making small talk. Nanamo remained in her seat. Raubahn stood just behind his.

"Do you mean to remain here, Your Grace?"

"For a time, I think. I'll follow soon, Raubahn. I'd like to walk the garden. Pray take your leave."

"I should be glad to join you, Your Grace, when you do."

Nanamo smiled. "Then I shall meet you there shortly, my friend."

With that, he quit the room. Nanamo sat back in her seat and sighed. Though the long hours could be wearying, to have so many in the Alliance warmed her heart; these meetings gave her far less headache than did those of the Syndicate. With a prolonged yawn, she hopped down from her seat and rubbed her eyes.

Upon opening them, she noticed the Warrior of Light was still outside the window.

As was Lord Aymeric.

Shirayume beamed up at him, and he mirrored the expression as he spoke. She listened attentively, almost enrapt, one arm crossed over to hold the other, tail swaying gently back and forth. He was inclined towards her, bent slightly at the waist, lessening the distance between them. They did not touch as they spoke, but they stood so near to one another that a breeze could have pushed them into each other's arms.

Nanamo blinked, breath caught. She could not remember when she had last seen Shirayume smile so.

Footsteps announced someone's approach.

"Your Grace?" Raubahn asked. "Forgive me if I've disturbed you; I just wanted to see if you were all right."

Evidently, she'd been standing here longer than she thought.

Raubahn approached her, looking to where her attention had been focused. When he caught sight of the pair outside, he inhaled sharply.

Eyes still on them, he asked in a low voice, "Do you think they're...?"

"Without a doubt," Nanamo confirmed, turning her gaze back towards them.

"I must admit to some surprise. I never would have expected such a match."

Nanamo looked up at him. "No? Whyever not?"

Raubahn scratched his chin. "It feels somewhat foolish to say aloud, but given how long Ishgard had been absent from the Alliance, I expected it would take a longer period of time for them to 'warm to us,' so to speak."

Nanamo smiled. "They may still be warming to us, my friend. But I believe it quite apparent that Lord Aymeric has warmed to *her.*"

They did not hear other Alliance leaders approach until Merlwyb spoke behind them, "Well. That certainly explains the Grand Melee."

"Do you suspect it has been going on since then?" Kan-E murmured.

"For such a strong affection? It must have begun well before."

Kan-E nodded, brow pinched. "He seems quite taken with her."

"Can you fault him for it?" Merlwyb asked. "She has a way of disarming shuttered hearts."

"Has he the shuttered heart, or is it Ishgard who possesses it?"

"Well," Lyse drew out the word as she reached the group and joined their observation. Her cheeks widened with her grin. "I see their time apart has done very little to change their feelings for one another."

Nanamo, Raubahn, Merlwyb, and Kan-E all turned to look at her as one. The grin dropped off Lyse's face. A flush spread over her cheeks.

"...I don't suppose you could pretend you didn't hear that."

After a moment, Kan-E touched a hand to her chest. "Did they intend to conceal it indefinitely?"

Lyse huffed out a laugh. "Only from themselves. There's nothing happening between them. At least, I don't think there is. Though... Yume didn't really talk about what happened during their camping trip..."

"Camping trip?" The group echoed, brows raised.

A tense silence followed.

"Oh gods," Lyse muttered. She cleared her throat and raised her hands, fingers splayed in defense. Her eyes darted wildly between them.

"Look, it's really none of our business, is it?"

Merlwyb crossed her arms. "Ordinarily, I would agree. In this case, however, there is somewhat more at stake. The star can ill-afford its champion playing favorites."

Lyse's voice was hard and sharp as a blade. "She wouldn't. You know she wouldn't."

The silence that descended smothered like the heat.

Lyse scoffed. Her hands clenched at her sides "Has she ever given you cause to doubt her before? What of when she was an adventurer based in Gridania? Did she play favorites then?"

The other leaders exchanged a look.

"She did not," Kan-E conceded, slow and even-toned, "but this situation does not quite compare."

Lyse shook her head. "I don't believe this."

"Mistress Hext is right," Nanamo interjected. "We ought to trust in our friends and allies. We are all of us adults. Since Ishgard's rejoining of the Eorzean Alliance, Lord Aymeric has been naught but a staunch ally."

"A little before that, even," Raubahn admitted.

"And that aside," she continued, "Shirayume deserves our confidence in her. As our friend and hero, we owe her the benefit of the doubt."

Kan-E, Raubahn, and Merlwyb looked to the floor. Lyse leaned against the window sill.

"And... just look at her," Lyse said softly.

They did. Aymeric spoke with animation, and in response Yume laughed so heartily that a few other people around them turned to look.

"Even if it doesn't go anywhere..." Lyse said. "The Twelve know there's been enough misery lately... we can afford them a little bit of happiness, can't we? Just a little."

She threw them an imploring look. They acquiesed with tight smiles. Nanamo met Lyse's eyes with open regard.

"We should certainly make an effort to," Nanamo agreed. Lyse returned her smile.

The bell struck then.

All in the meeting room turned towards the open window to find Aymeric and Shirayume, looking back at them with disquiet. Only Lyse had the presence of mind to duck to the side, out of sight.

Their gazes held a moment longer before Shirayume's lips moved inaudibly. Aymeric turned to look at her and then nodded stiffly before walking away. Shirayume turned in the opposite direction. She did not look back to the window.

Moments later, Aymeric reappeared in the meeting room's doorway. His face was a mask of composure, the only sign of his discomfiture the redness in his cheeks.

"Shall we proceed?" he asked calmly as he took his seat. Without another word, he took up a quill and scanned the parchment in front of him.

The other Alliance leaders remained standing, staring at one another.

Finally, in strode Lord Hien, whistling an airy tune. He stopped short as he took in the scene before him.

With a hint of confusion, he spoke, "I... trust all had a pleasant and refreshing recess?"

Nanamo chuckled as she retook her seat. "Some of us more than others, I expect."

Aymeric froze, quill mid-air. Lyse smirked.

"But pray," she said. "Let us return to business."

[starlit-seadragon]

Wolmeric Week day 3

Time is an illusion, pretend I'm not late

Job swap!!

I had a lot of fun taking these :D I've had this outfit for PLD!Yume for awhile now, but picking out an outfit for WHM!Aymeric was an endeavor.

Romantic healer-tank tension--

[starlit-seadragon]

Wolmeric week, yes??? Yes.

Day 1, Yume brings Aymeric home to meet her father and brothers. Reactions are... mixed.

"I suspect I have not made a favorable impression."

"You did fine. They're just a surly lot."

[starlit-seadragon]

I'm gonna redo this soon

Been a little shy and dragging my heels, but I'd like to introduce you to my WoL, Yume :D

Name: Shirayume (Yume) Fugetsu (later, de Borel)

Origin: Sui-no-Sato

Occupation: Warrior of Light, adventurer, omnicrafter

Nameday: 19th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon

Race: Raen Au Ra

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Age: 26 when ARR begins

Height: 155 cm

Social status: As of mid-DT, betrothed to Ser Aymeric de Borel of Ishgard

Fighting style: primarily a healer. She hoped to learn astromancy in Ishgard but was not permitted entry and instead began training as a conjurer in Gridania. (Main: WHM & AST) Through her adventures and ordeals, she has picked up various other styles of fighting. (canonically: DRK & NIN & RDM & DNC)