Digital art of Hien from Final Fantasy XIV. He is looking down at the monkey king minion in his hands, a somber and fond expression on his face. Cherry blossom petals are falling all around him.
#repostyourart day 2: Bloom
Drawn in March 2022
#ffxivart #hienrijin
Hien from FFXIV kneeling with his sheathed sword propped on one shoulder, looking at the camera against a warm yellow background. He's wearing a tight cropped lacy yellow corset and bottoms that leave his chest, stomach and thighs exposed.
if you don't put your fav in lacy underwear every once and awhile are you really living
#ffxiv #ffxivart #hienrijin #hansart
Bonus Gpose ✨
Lady Yugiri and Lord Hien:
#YugiriMistwalker | #霧隠のユウギリ |
#HienRijin | #ヒエン・リジン | #リジンのヒエン |
#gpose | #gposers | #ff14ss |
I wrote a little FFXIV fluff fic about Thancred and Hien having drinks and watching lanterns over Doma
I'm actually pretty happy with it, very soft vibes
Can read it here if interested!
www.tumblr.com/theanicole/8...
#FFXIV #FinalFantasyXIV #FFXIVFanfic #FFXIVFanfiction #ThancredWaters #HienRijin
The Little Ladies' Day プリンセスデー wish of Lady Yugiri 霧隠のユウギリ
The Little Ladies' Day プリンセスデー wish of Lady Yugiri 霧隠のユウギリ
⛩️ 🍵🌸
#gposers | #hienrijin | #yugirimistwalker | #kellyposes |
#domanenclave | #ドマ町人地 |
Febhyurary Day 25: Home
"This is where you were born. Where you grew up... before..."
~*~
#febhyurary2026 #midlander #edenazalea #hienrijin
Wife POV: Lord Hien made you eggs and he did not burn them.
Wife POV:
Lord Hien made you eggs and he did not burn them.
#Gposers | #HienRijin | #ドマ町人地 |
a drawing of hien over a blurred backdrop of the ffxiv starlight event. he's holding a mug of steaming punch with a wide smile. A dialogue box below him says: "This drink warms my hands and heart, my friend. I shall savor it. You have my thanks!"
look who finally had time to visit for Starlight🌟
#ffxiv #hienrijin #hansart
May you be surrounded by Loyal Friends and Good Food all year round...!
あなたに忠実な友達と美味しい食べ物が、もう一年ありますように !
And two hot, crazy wives if you are a lucky bastard...
Art by @urblovedpie.bsky.social
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #YugiriMistwalker | #wolhien | #wolyugiri |
Unsure what to expect, whether his new roommate was an early riser or a late one, Hien carefully cracked open his door and was relieved when the hinges didn’t creak. He shuffled out - barefoot but otherwise fully dressed - only to stop just halfway out the door. Holle, it seemed, was indeed an early riser: he was not only up and awake, but had pushed aside the sofa to make space for himself. Space he was currently using to do a handstand, back arched and one leg curled so that his foot nearly touched his head. Hien had no doubt that the former gymnast could do exactly that, if he wanted to. As it was, he held that pose for several seconds more before carefully straightening his body, then shifting his weight to just one hand, legs skewed in a way that would allow him to better maintain his balance. He made it look easy. There was no denying - particularly in his current outfit - that the slender fencer was built for it, all long limbs and lean muscle, but Hien knew the practice, discipline, and control it took to hold poses like that, the deceptive amount of strength required. The ease with which he did it was proof of years of practice, a daily routine rarely if ever missed.
Hien couldn’t help but admire it - purely from a fitness standpoint, of course. He was very definitely not appreciating the way the morning sun played on the xaela’s unique scales, or how well his lycra shorts hugged his ass. Nope. Not at all. Whatever he was or wasn’t admiring, he was broken out of it by the quick snap of movement that was Holle bouncing out of his handstand in a little flip that had him right back on his feet. No wonder he’d moved the furniture. Aware that he was gawking and very much needed to stop, Hien cleared his throat as he finally stepped the rest of the way out of his room and shut the door behind him. “Good morning.” Holle’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with surprise as he met Hien’s, then quickly looked away. “Oh. Hey. Sorry, I- I hope you don’t mind.” He pushed a hand through his hair and kicked the ball of his foot against the floor, tail flicking. “There’s more space out here.”
“Hey, it’s your space,” Hien assured him. “Nothing I’m not used to seeing, anyway.” Although maybe in this instance it might be better if he could unsee it, because Holle really was disarmingly attractive. And cute when he was embarrassed. Fuck. “Right.” It was Holle’s turn to clear his throat as he rubbed at his upper arm. Desperate to save them both from the deepening mire of awkwardness, Hien asked, “So, ah, have you eaten yet?” “Mm,” was the answer, clarified by a small shake of his head. “I know you’ve got your drinks, but do you want to go get coffee or something?” He would have offered to make breakfast, but that would have to wait until he’d had a chance to go grocery shopping. “Oh, um, sure? There’s a place a couple blocks over, I’ll just- Gimme a few minutes?” “Of course, take your time.” No sooner had he said it than Holle had disappeared into his own room, leaving Hien to stare at the patch of sunlight he left empty behind him.
Fluffvember Day 27: Routine
Modern AU, Hien realizes he may be In Trouble.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
“Holy shit.” Holle looked up sharply. “Is everything okay?” He approached to see just what Hien was leafing through, and his expression paled: it was his recent shoot with Haurchefant, and there he was, kneeling over the elezen’s lap, tie pulled tight around his neck, teeth at his throat, poised to bite. “I- I’m sorry. I-” “What? No!” It was Hien’s turn to blanch, realizing the insecurity he’d just unwittingly stepped on and pressed. “Holle, these are amazing.” “Really?” Holle looked up from the floor. “You think so?” “Yeah, really.” Hien reached for him, hooking an arm around his waist and pulling him close, the touch as reassuring as the words. “Seriously, just look!” “I don’t-” Holle laughed, relieved even as he admitted, “I see myself so much, I can’t really tell anymore.”
“Well, I see you all the time, and I can tell. These are really good.” Hien gave him a gentle squeeze. “I just have one question.” “Mm?” “How do I sign up to be the other guy in this picture?" “I mean, I think you kind of already have,” Holle pointed out with a laugh, even as he moved to straddle Hien’s lap. His eyes brightened in anticipation, and he set his hands on Holle’s waist. “Yeah?” “Mm-hm,” Holle hummed, leaning in to kiss him.
Fluffvember Day 24: Nibble
Modern AU, Hien has a very important question.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Hey Holle had scarcely typed back a ? when a picture of a very familiar, singularly pathetic-looking calico kitten appeared, staring through the metal grid of a cage door. Nobody claimed her 😟 They want to know if we want her Why? Because we found her I’ve never had a cat. Do you want one Do you? 🥺 You’re cleaning the litterbox. And paying the pet deposit. The next reply was a selfie of a beaming Hien, holding the wide-eyed kitten next to his face. She looked to be mid-meow. It was a very cute picture, and Holle frowned and shoved back the silly little flip his heart did as he looked at it. Make sure she doesn’t have fleas.
_______ Hien didn’t do anything by half. By the time Holle arrived home a few hours later, the usually-tidy living room was covered in cat stuff. A scratching post. A cardboard thing he assumed served a similar function to the scratching post. A bed in the shape of a fruit tart. A little hidey-hole-thing that was also an orange. A tiny hammock. Toys. So, so many toys. Holle stepped on a little ball that jingled when he rolled it away (under the couch, possibly to be lost forever). Also on the floor, amidst the sudden abundance of cat accoutrements, was Hien, sitting cross-legged with the reason for all this new stuff drowsing in his lap. “Hey!” “Hey.” Holle carefully picked his way across the room to avoid stepping on anything else, and sat on the sofa. If he leaned forward a little to get a better look at his new new roommate, it was only to make sure she seemed no worse for wear after her misadventure up a tree a few days ago, or for her stay in the shelter. His only investment in any of this was that he’d been the one to get her out of the tree. It was just a matter of principle. “Sorry about the mess. I’ll clean up, I promise.”
Holle shrugged. “It’s fine. Is she alright?” “Yeah! She’s great! Just tired, that’s all. Here,” Hien scooped both hands under the kitten, gently lifting her to deposit right in Holle’s lap. “Watch her while I clean up?” Holle was so taken aback, he couldn’t even begin to form the words to protest. He was left with no other choice than to stare down at the tiny creature in his lap, who blinked up at him in sleepy confusion at her sudden change in venue. He thought for a moment that she might jump from his lap - was it even safe for her to jump from couch-height? - but evidently, she deigned the effort not worth it, and soon went about resettling herself. Little paws kneaded at his lap, and he winced when tiny claws pierced right through his jeans. “Hey,” he grumbled halfheartedly as she made her biscuits without any concern for his tender flesh. “That hurts.” Unsurprisingly, this did not dissuade her, and he sighed in resignation. “Does she have a name?”
Fluffvember Day 20: Bakery
Modern AU, a third roommate makes themselves at home.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
"You, ah-" Holle's fingers tightened in Hien's hair, threatening to loose it from its ties as he pulled heedlessly, surrendering to the slow and almost unbearable press of Hien's cock, "You're big." He felt the huff of laughter in response. "Well, on behalf of my ego, thank you." In spite of his amusement, however, Hien stilled to ask, "Is that alright? I can go slower." Though the pause was for his benefit, it was maddening, and he arched into the hyur with a whine, encouragement to continue that he readily heeded while Holle tried to wrap his mind around words. "No, it's good. I- nngh, slow is good, or not, I just-" Fuck, but it had been such a long time, and Hien was so thick- "Already can't finish a sentence?" His cocky grin was well-earned, which served to make it deeply irritating. "You're going to make me insufferably confident at this rate." "Hien," he whined - when had he become this whining, hungry thing? - finally freeing Hien's hair, albeit unintentionally, in his struggle not to squirm. Because however desperate he was, slow was exactly what he wanted, to feel every last ilm of the Doman prince, to be taken apart piece by piece and put back together.
"What? Say it, whatever it is." "I don't- hh, I don't know, I- You feel so good, I- I've never… Haah!” He buried his face in the crook of Hien’s neck and forced back the wail building in his throat. It didn’t help matters when Hien went abruptly still. “Holle…please tell me you’ve been with someone before this.” “I- Of course I have! I’ve just never been with anyone like you.” Grumpily embarrassed. “You’re- I like it, that’s all I was trying to say.” It was true. Though not tall, Hien was substantial, muscled and thick, and while they were barely an ilm apart in height, Holle felt dwarfed regardless. “You do?” Holle couldn’t begrudge Hien the smug edge of his voice, but he was pleased for another reason as well: Holle had confessed to trouble expressing his likes and dislikes, so even such a broad one was some measure of progress. “Thank you for telling me.”
Fluffvember Day 19: Overwhelming
StB, a touch-starved Holle who hasn't been with anyone in years is having A Time.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
After gathering up the clothes strewn on the floor, Hien laid his robe out on the bed, careful not to disturb the Warrior still fast asleep there. Holle’s clothes, he folded and set aside for the time being, until he was awake to say whether he wanted them washed or not. It would be easy enough to find him something else to wear in the meantime, but Hien knew that his skin and especially his scales were quite sensitive, and he suspected those sensitivities likely extended to the soaps used on his clothes. With his own clothes deposited in the hamper, he set about dressing in fresh ones - but when he turned back to the bed to retrieve his robe, he found that it had become the property of a certain mage, who even in his sleep had already managed to wind it around himself, face nuzzled into the fur trim and tail thumping softly against the bed in total contentment.
Hien laughed and sat beside him, stroking a hand over his hair, then his thumb along the underside of his horn. That started to stir him, and soon Holle was rubbing against his hand with a sleepy little hum. “Good morning.” “Mmm,” was the reply, as Holle blinked his eyes open and smiled up at him. Kami, but he could not have been any more adorable if he tried. “I’m going to need that back eventually, you know. I have a meeting with Hakuro in an hour.” Holle groaned and buried his head against his thigh, arms snaking around him. Hien laughed again and bent to kiss him. “After that, I’m all yours. Promise.”
Fluffvember Day 16: Borrowed
Post-EW, Holle is a robe thief and also does not like to wake up when he's comfy.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Fluffvember Day 2: Token Modern AU, Hien finds something Holle forgot he had. 1/2 | #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
“It tickles,” Hien repeated, but when Holle just looked up at him, refusing to be amused, he relented and gave an actual answer. “Tender. Deep breaths still hurt a little, or if I sleep wrong.” Holle hummed to himself and splayed out his hand, letting his magic flow once more. Broken bones were stubborn, difficult and slow to heal for someone of his rudimentary skill. He could help them along, and dull the pain, but he couldn’t just fix them. It was frustrating…and made him wish he’d cared more about learning to heal. He felt as much as heard Hien chuckle, and a calloused hand slid over his. “That tickles, too.” Holle looked up, into soft hazel eyes filled with a tenderness that made his heart flutter. “Hien…” Oh, this was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea. But when Hien brushed a damp lock of hair from his face, fingers lingering and tracing over his scales, he didn’t pull away. “May I kiss you?”
Finding that he didn’t much care about what was a bad idea or not, Holle nodded. Hien’s lips were warm, like the rest of him, and chapped from the sun and the wind, little differences from what he was used to that Holle thrilled at, his tail curling in the shallow surf that lapped at them. When Hien sought to deepen the kiss, Holle allowed it, and soon he was being deliciously devoured, Hien’s tongue in his mouth and one hand winding in his hair to pull his head back. Holle moaned, letting a shiver run through him, letting Hien have his way for a moment longer before he started giving as good as he got. He let his own hunger take over, wrapping one arm around the man and pulling himself closer. It was an awkward movement, like anything he did out of the water, but all that mattered was closer, lips and tongues and teeth and shared hunger. Holle’s fangs caught at Hien’s lower lip, but the iron tang of blood dissuaded neither of them. When Hien finally did break the kiss, they were both breathless and panting, and he had practically pulled him into his lap. One hand rested at his waist, fingers skimming where skin met scales, while the other remained in his hair, thumb brushing against his horn. “Fuck, Holle…” Hien leaned his forehead against his and closed his eyes. “Fuck.” It had, apparently, finally occurred to the stranded prince that this was, in fact, a bad idea. But, in the end, that didn’t matter.
Fluffvember Day 12: Seaside
Using this as a shameless excuse for mer AU Holle/Hien kisses.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #AU | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Day 2 | Token |
Lady Cait'alla: "Shun, would you like us to style your hair today? Or red hair tie again?"
Lord Hien: "Well my mother used to put a Red Hair tie in my hai..."
The Girls: "Red Hair Tie it is!"
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #YugiriMistwalker | #bpose | #bposers | #Fluffvember |
Hien looked down at the familiar patterns of his dogi as he reached for it, and paused. He’d donned it countless times without a second thought…but this morning, he hesitated, fingers lingering over the fabric, over the fur trim. And felt not fur beneath his fingertips, but fever-hot skin, scales rough from shed and oiled damp, and the nails that had raked his back and shoulders, the way the Warrior had clung so tight. Hien sighed and curled his fingers in the fur, trying to let the thoughts go as he breathed out. Turned them to quieter memories instead: Holle wrapped up in the robe, fast asleep and stubbornly so. His grumbling when forced to wake, the way he would burrow and avoid it for as long as possible. The grumpy little lash of his tail when he had to wake up anyway. Hien smiled, then shook his head at himself. What a fool he’d been, promising help without strings or ulterior motive. Just help, nothing more. He’d meant it, he’d meant well, but Holle, with his sad eyes and surprisingly fragile heart, had burrowed himself deep under his skin. The want to help him had become a need, to see him smile, to see him thrive. To keep him safe, even from his own thoughts. To hold him close, even as he pined for some far-away someone. He should have known better.
Fluffvember Day 9: Getting Dressed
Hien reflects on the...other uses his robe saw during a particular episode on the Steppe.
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
Holle tugged open the door, and found himself face-to-face (well, face-to-chest) with someone he immediately took two steps back from, and turned to leave - he didn't even care in which direction, he just needed to go, and now. Unfortunately, it was much too late for a clean escape. “Holle!” He didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to chat, didn’t want to deal with this in any way, but what was he going to do, run? Holle took a breath, set his jaw, and half-turned. “Wilred.” “Holle, hey.” His ex looked something akin to relieved, and that alone set him more on edge. He knew that look, just like he knew the smile that had always warmed his heart. That he could never say no to. He tried to avoid making eye contact. “Hey.” “It’s good to see you. How have you been?” “I-” Holle struggled, fighting the ingrained need to be polite, to answer and go through all the pleasantries. “Can we not, Wilred? Please?” The other man wilted, and Holle had to stave off a stab of guilt. He was like a kicked puppy when he was hurt. “Oh, I- Yeah, of course. Yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
And there it was, the prelude to a guilt trip, and maybe he deserved it. Maybe he was being too harsh, maybe he had been too harsh, maybe, maybe, maybe. But he didn’t have it in him. The most he had was “Sorry.” _________ He made it home on autopilot, and almost didn’t bother to take off his shoes before hunkering down on the sofa, shutting his eyes and curling his tail around himself as he made himself take a deep breath, and then another. He certainly didn’t hear Hien, forgot he was even in the apartment, until a hand on the sofa next to him applied enough pressure to make him aware of it, and he opened his eyes to see his roommate crouched before him, looking concerned. “Hey. Are you alright?” “I- Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I just…” He shook his head. “It’s nothing.” He watched Hien weigh how much he could pry. He rested a hand near his knee, and sighed, evidently deciding that the answer was ‘not much.’ “As long as you’re alright.”
Hien lingered a little longer before standing, and once he’d left - though he was clearly conflicted about it - Holle closed his eyes again. A short time later, he heard the gentle thud of a full mug being set on the sidetable, and felt the weight of someone settling on the other end of the sofa. A hesitant hand just above his foot. “Hey. Do you want to talk about it?” Holle shook his head, even as he came to the distant realization that the weight of Hien’s hand was a comforting one, rather than something he wanted to pull away from. That he wanted the company. That it helped. That there was something reassuring in someone worrying after him, and that he shouldn’t be worrying him unnecessarily. Holle sighed and sagged forward, until his face pressed against his knees. “I ran into my ex, that’s all.” “Shit, that’s always rough.” Hien rubbed lightly at his shin. “I’m sorry. You want some space? I can disappear for awhile.” Holle shook his head again. “No, it’s alright.” And so Hien stayed, saying nothing else for a long while; at some point, he did lean over to pull the throw from the ottoman and drape it over Holle’s legs. They simply sat, until Holle’s breathing evened out, and the tension slowly began to ebb from him, bleeding away once he was able to let go of the spike of stress that had knocked him so off-balance.
Hien felt that change in him, and patted the top of his foot. “We should eat. Do you still want pizza?” Right. Like the pizza he’d been going to pick up for them, until he’d run into Wilred just inside the door and come running home instead. “Shit, I forgot. Sorry.” “Don’t worry about it.” Hien stood and stretched, then retrieved the mug of now-cold tea from the side table. “A little walk won’t hurt me. So, pizza? Or something else?” “No, pizza’s good. Maybe from somewhere else, though?” Hien laughed. “Fair enough. I’ll be back in a little bit, alright?” Rather than head right out the door, however, he detoured to the kitchen, and promptly returned with warmed-up tea; this time, he delivered the mug right into his hands. He then ruffled his hair, and Holle found himself smiling up at him. “Thanks.” “Anytime.”
Fluffvember Day 8: Tension
Modern AU, Holle runs into someone he was not ready to see again just yet (and forgets he was supposed to get dinner).
| #hollekha | #wilredglasse | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember | #AU
“Hey, have you seen my keys?” Holle looked up from idly petting the half-grown kitten who’d all but trapped him on the sofa by deciding to fall asleep in his lap, looking into the distance as he tried to recall if he had, in fact, seen Hien’s keys today. Finally, he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.” “I could have sworn I left them here,” he grumbled, more to himself than to Holle, and started to look through the drawers of the entryway table just in case, for some reason, they had ended up there instead of on said table in the little red dish where they should have been. Like most drawers of most console tables, there was no telling what was in there, amongst the assorted little odds and ends of things that got thrown in there and forgotten. Were there keys in there? Probably. To what? Who fucking knew. “Do you want some help?” “No, no, it’s fine,” Hien assured him as he continued to rifle around, absolving him of any guilt for not being helpful - and keeping him from the guilt of having to disturb Koro.
That drawer must have been bust, as he soon heard it closed in favor of the next, and the scraping and shuffling of more things being sorted through. Soon after, he heard Hien chuckle, and craned his head to see what he’d found that was so funny. “What?” Hien waggled a scrap of paper at him, “What’s this, hmm?” Confused, Holle could only repeat himself. “What?” Whatever it was, it was clearly very funny to Hien at least, as he was still chuckling when he at last came over to deliver his fine. Holle flipped the creased scrap of paper over, and his heart dropped. Unaware, and with a laugh still in his voice, Hien asked, “So who’s Haurchefant, huh?” A rush of panic had him snapping his hand shut over the paper, hiding the looping handwriting that was very much not his, reminding him of the elezen who had very cheerfully slipped his name and number into his pocket months before, and which he had subsequently shoved in that drawer and forgotten about. “Nobody,” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably and disturbing Koro, who blinked open her eyes and looked up at him accusingly. “It’s nothing.”
Hien leaned down, resting his weight on the back of the sofa and pressing a kiss to the top of Holle’s head. “Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me, whatever it is. Or not, if you don’t want to.” Holle tried to be reassured, reminding himself that this wasn’t Wilred. This was Hien. And if he’d been bothered by finding some stranger’s phone number buried in the bottom of a drawer, he wouldn’t have been laughing about it. “It really is nothing,” he said with a sigh, scratching behind Koro’s ears to distract himself. “I forgot I even kept it. It’s just…somebody I met once.” Fingers stroked soothingly through his hair, and Holle leaned into the touch. “My friends dragged me out, after Wilred and I broke up. That’s… That’s who that is. I didn’t mean to keep it, I-” “Hey.” Hien tilted his face up with a gentle touch under his chin, and kissed his brow. “Enough of that. It’s fine.” “Hien…” “I mean it.” The hyur released him long enough to join him on the sofa and pull him to him, which was the final straw for Koro, who now abandoned the sofa entirely and executed a very pointed stretch on her way out of the room. “I don’t mind. And if I did? I’d be an asshole.”
Fluffvember Day 2: Token
Modern AU, Hien finds something Holle forgot he had.
1/2
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #fluffvember2025 | #fluffvember |
#Fluffvember
Day 1 | "Autumn" |
1日目 | 秋 |
Art by @beetleboyoart.bsky.social によるアート
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #YugiriMistwalker | #vgen | #vgencomms
The Royal Family of Doma. ⛩️🌾
ドマ王国の王室 .
Art by @snow-fredel.bsky.social
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #YugiriMistwalker | #ドマ王国 | #ドマ町 | #FF14 | #FFXIV
hien is siting on a rock with the sun behind him. he has one knee pulled up to his chest, and his arm is resting on it, holding his sword so it dangles towards the ground.
turns a pose study into him
#ffxiv #hansart #hienrijin
彼はもう、あなたがアジムステップをさまよっているところを見つけた迷える少年ではありません
He is no longer the lost boy who found you wandering the Azim Steppe.
彼は王として世界の指導者たちの中にその地位を確立しました
He has taken his place among the World Leaders as a King.
正義の刃によって、我らは救われる
#ドマ王国 | #hienrijin | #ヒエンリジン | #リジンのヒエン | #gposers | #FFXIVSS | #FF14SS
Illustration of a shirtless Hien carrying a merfolk version of Holle (a xaela au ra with dark blue skin and marbled scales) out of the water. Holle has his arms wrapped around Hien's neck and shoulders, and is leaning his forehead against his, eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Hien is gazing at him adoringly.
Holding them in my hands and crying, look at theeeeem!!! Hien and merHolle from @mythiclings.bsky.social 💙
| #hollekha | #hienrijin | #AU |
Lady Cait'alla: "Hien! Why did you not wake me up to make breakfast?"
" ヒエン ! なぜ朝ごはんを作るために私を起こしてくれなかったのですか？"
Lord Hien: "You girls work hard, let me spoil you. How do you like your eggs?"
" 私にあなたを甘やかさせてください！
卵はどうやって食べるのが好きですか？"
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #FF14SS | #FFXIVSS
Your Favorite Doman Throuple ⛩️🌾
Royal Hot Mess 👑✨
#HienCaitGiri | #HienRijin | #YugiriMistwalker
#WoLHienWeek2025
Day 4: Free Day!
Lord Hien often stands adjacent to the Doma Castle, dwelling on the past and sulking in regret for things beyond his control as a Child.
Until his two oldest children are born, insecurity haunts his every waking hour.
#WoLHien | #HienRijin | #WoLship
