Fantine: Had private tutors for her entire life, so when she entered the Studium at age 14 and suddenly had to deal with massive lecture halls and self-guided study, she crashed hard and was soon let go for poor academic performance, much to her father's dismay. (3/3)

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“You were not hurt?” Thancred asked urgently, pushing off from the shelves and approaching Fantine. He took one of her hands between both his own, thumb brushing over the back of her knuckles. “No lingering effects from the smoke?” Fantine’s stomach flipped over when Thancred took her hand, and she struggled to calm her suddenly-racing heart, to no avail. He’d always been achingly handsome and effortlessly charming, but she knew her girlish crush was a silly, frivolous thing. He was well over a decade older than she, and had minded her on occasion when she was very small. “Ah—no, I feel quite hale and whole,” Fantine said quickly when she realised she was staring into his amber eyes. She’d never been quite this close to him before, and it was making her heart stutter a strange beat. “The battle with Ifrit was fearsome, but I can reassure you I am none the worse for wear.” Thancred nodded, turning Fantine’s hand over to adjust his grip. Her heart skipped another beat as he murmured, “I suppose I should not be so surprised that you were able to fell such a foe. Many a tale have I heard of how your training was progressing, back in Sharlayan. Perhaps it was an axe that you were born to wield, after all.” “Rather than a pen, you mean,” Fantine said before she could stop herself. Thancred glanced at the notes she’d been taking, and grimaced sympathetically. “Well do I understand the need to throw oneself at a problem until it is solved,” he said, and very deliberately pushed Fantine’s notes out of her reach. “But I think your efforts would be better put towards other endeavours, hm? Let the Scions more versed in the sciences of summoning handle such matters.”

Fantine’s stomach sank, but she nodded, forcing a smile for Thancred. “You’re probably right in that regard,” she said. “Come the morning, the training dummy outside shall know no peace.” Thancred chuckled, and Fantine’s grin became a little more genuine as she relaxed. “After what you did to Ifrit? I rather fear you’ll not leave anything behind for the rest of us to practice on.” Fantine giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I promise not to go overboard with it.” “On the contrary, I think you deserve to hit it as hard as you like. Let off a bit of steam.” Thancred put his hand on Fantine’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “You ought to be proud of what you’ve been able to accomplish, given your lack of—experience, as it were,” he said. The hesitation didn’t miss Fantine’s notice, and that familiar lurch of the stomach was back in full force. “Miss Fantine, you were magnificent out in the field. Never have I found myself more in awe of a fellow Scion.” His smile deepened. “You are not the little girl I knew before.”

Fantine swallowed when Thancred touched a knuckle beneath her chin. He did not draw back. “Master Thancred, was there aught else you needed?” “Need? Perhaps more of a want, really…” Thancred’s hand cradled Fantine’s face, sending her heart racing. His mouth was now so close to hers she could feel his breath upon her lips. “I could think of a few ways we might celebrate the… joys of being alive.” “Master Thancred?” Fantine breathed. She’d frozen in her seat, heart hammering rapid-fire against her ribs. A wild part of her brain wondered if this was really happening; if it wasn’t some dream she was having in the wake of all the stress she’d been under. A pleasant fantasy to distract from the horrors she’d seen. But then Thancred’s mouth was on hers, and Fantine was melting into the kiss, letting him push her back into the chair even as he gripped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair and keeping her pressed against him. It was a far cry from the shy, almost chaste kisses she’d once shared with a fellow student so many years ago now. This was open-mouthed, hot and needy, with Thancred’s tongue tracing over the shape of her lips before finding its way inside. Fantine’s head spun with equal parts desire and confusion, even as she kissed him back, marveling at the strange sensation of her tongue slipping past his. This was all happening so fast. She hadn’t even realised Thancred thought of her in the same way—had perhaps fantasised about her in turn? For how long? Fantine decided she did not wish to dwell on that question. Thancred was here, and he was kissing her, he wanted her, not some other girl. He’d called her magnificent.

cw: Lahacred seducing a WoL who's known Thancred since she was a kid

Fantine's going to have a terrible time when she finds out

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Alphinaud especially finds her a bit of an embarrassment and her mother's attention is mostly taken up by the twins. She ended up finding solace in Moenbryda, who taught her how to use an axe and gave her a safe place to get away from the pressures of her family.

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I've got two!

Auvrienne Greystone, twin sister to Haurchefant, a brilliant machinist and combat medic who fights with a giant mace and has major anxiety

Fantine Leveilleur, older sister to Alphinaud and Alisaie, disgraced Studium dropout whose favoured weapon is a giant axe

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Fantine thinks her pretty face is about all she's got going for her. Unfortunately, it also tends to be the first and only thing people notice about her, so it feeds into a vicious cycle of her being convinced she's worthless without her looks (and axe). Brains? What brains? That idiot? #FantLore

Adalyn was meant to be 27 in ARR, but thanks to some Lifestream shenanigans lost five years and was 22. 24 as of Dawntrail.

Auvrienne: 28/30

Narin: 16/18 (this feels fake lol like that is my childe 😭)

Fantine: 19/21

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Fantine—Alphinaud and Alisaie's older sister (19) who was accepted into the Studium at age 14 but was dismissed after her first term for poor academic performance. Moenbryda taught her how to use an axe to cope with her stress, and she accompanied her siblings to Eorzea. #FantLore

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Adalyn: paarthunax skyrim is a friendly fiddle-playing pirate

Auvrienne: inspector gadget meets john snow meets catholic trauma meets girl next door

Narin: smol angy horse girl who desperately needed cps

Fantine: "kamilah al-jamil has a sister??"

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Francel and Fantine outside of Fortemps Manor at night, with Francel holding one of Fantine's hands in both his own. Fantine, an elezen with white hair, is wearing an adamantoise green dress with a sprig of holly pinned to the white collar.

Have I shared them on bsky yet?

Frantine! Fantine is Alphinaud and Alisaie's older sister by two and a bit years, and Francel became quite smitten with her after she saved his life at Witchdrop.

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Narin meanwhile listening to Alphinaud and Alisaie talk about school and saying that sounds like hell, why would anyone put themselves through that

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