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mct1313 · 7 years ago

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Blood in the Snow

I did it, I finally finished my first fanfiction! It’s probably not great, and I’m super rusty with writing, and I probably should go through for another edit but I can’t believe I finished and am posting it before I chicken out!

Tagging: @ffxv-ocs-unite

Team members: Nike Palitine, Marchioness - spy Agent Collis Deckner - spy Dr. Alenium Mazza - former protégé of Verstael Besithia Cyprian Mataro - tech officer Glaive Sprau Verma - Kingsglaive Glaive Kander Sterling - Kingsglaive

A year before the events of “Kingsglaive,” a small team of Lucians is sent on a mission to infiltrate a decommissioned Niflheim testing facility in hopes of discovering something to help turn the tide of war. They are betrayed.

Lord Shield Clarus Amicitia stepped into the war room, stifling a yawn as he did. Despite the early hour King Regis was already seated in a chair before the bank of screens, looking calm and regal as he glanced back at Clarus. He had insisted the king didn’t need to be present for this operation, by all accounts the research facility the team was to recon was abandoned some time ago. Regis had been adamant, however, that they were sending these young men and women into enemy territory for Insomnia and the least he could do, as king, was to be there, however remotely, for the mission.

Six young men and women, some of Insomnia’s finest. Two spies with knowledge of Niflheim geography, customs and language, both had proven themselves in past missions to enemy territory. One scientist, a researcher under Besithia before she defected to Insomnia, eager to prove her loyalty. Their tech expert and radio man who had custom-made the entire team’s video equipment, able to (hopefully, thought Clarus) transmit in real-time all the way back to the monitors before them once activated. The tech had assured them they’d have at least two hours of direct video, more for audio, but Clarus remained skeptical. Rounding out the team were two Kingsglaive, selected for their lighter complexions and ability to blend in with the natives, at least from afar. Looking around the room he spied Cor standing next to their radio tech, Vonte, both seeming to wait for the radio to chirp to life indicating the team had reached the last waypoint before approaching the facility. There were several advisors in the room, those that served on the security council and had helped plan this mission, speaking softly together on the other side of Cor. On the opposite side of the room, looking over various maps spread out on a table and occasionally glancing up at the clock above the monitors, was the prince’s advisor and their chief strategist for the mission, Ignis Scientia. Clarus knew Ignis had spent nearly every waking moment when he wasn’t looking after the prince going over the mission plans, everything they knew about the facility, and fine-tuning every aspect of the mission. Gladio had mentioned to his father more then once that Ignis was working himself into an early grave, but Clarus really couldn’t fault the kid, he knew he had a vested interest in seeing the team come back quickly and safely. All signs pointed to an easy mission, even so it was important. They hoped to find anything left behind that might lend credibility to the horrendous reports of inhuman experiments; evidence of Niflheim’s atrocities committed against its own citizens. With enough proof the hope was that they could bring Accordo into an alliance directly against Niflheim. The radio besides Vonte crackled to life and all eyes turned to it. “Base, we’ve reached waypoint gamma,” tech officer Mataro’s low voice came over the speakers. They had selected this point as the team’s final check in before approaching the facility. It was in a remote area of Northern Niflheim, banked on two sides but low mountains. It seemed like an ideal place for the team to prepare for the final approach to what is believed to be a now-decommissioned human testing facility, which lay on the other side of the snowy ridge. “Copy that,” replied Vonte. “All mics up.” Clarus heard the order repeated over the radio as the microphones given to the team members began hissing to life over the speakers as each person confirmed mics on. “You hearing everyone?” Came Mataro’s voice. Vonte confirmed all six mics were clear and the group began their descent to the south side of the mountain and the waiting facility. ************************************************************************************* Everyone, save Scientia who was still pacing before the table of maps, had opted to sit at least 20 minutes ago, the sound of the group in Niflheim’s footsteps through the snow, and occasional banter, doing little to distract from the early hour. So far, everything had been going to plan and it was unlikely that much would change, not with the mission plan they’d come up with and solid intel received. “When this is over I’m going to spend at least a full ten hours lounging in a hot tub,” came the deep voice of Glaive Verma over the speaker. “You’re welcome to join me doctor.” “That’s a hard pass from me,” came a curt reply in Mazza’s heavy-accented voice. “How ‘bout you Lady N?” A heavy sigh “I told you not to call me that.” “Sprau, less flirting, this is a mission, not a night out,” Glaive Sterling’s voice cut through the speakers. “Besides, I doubt either of these ladies are that desperate.” “Ass,” came Verna’s reply. “Fuck, Nike, you seeing this?” “Yeah, I see it Col. Looks like fresh tire tracks going through the gate. Let’s get a closer look, see what we’re dealing with.” Regis spoke up from his place seated in the center of the room “Vonte, can we get video up?” “Certainly, sire,” came the response. “Command to alpha team, orders for video on.” “Affirmative sir,” replied Mataro as one of the monitors blinked to life in the war room, the video feed from his recorder successfully connecting. “Video on everyone.” Slowly the other five monitors came on, each displaying the view of a team member and their name underneath. It appeared that Agent Deckner, Col, was indeed in lead position, his monitor showing an expanse of white leading down to a small roadway with tire tracks showing through a dusting of snow. From the monitors it looked like Lady Nike was close behind him, her white snowsuit doing a good job of camouflaging her small frame, bright red hair mostly hidden under a white cap. Clarus turned his attention back to Mataro’s monitor, he was trailing slightly behind the others and would be in a better position to see how all six were situated. Yes, good, thought Clarus as he took in the team’s positions. Glaive Sprau’s bulk was easy to identify in between Nike’s petite form and the doctor’s taller frame. Dr. Mazza was wearing the same white snowsuit as the rest of them but, like the glaive, had forgone the cap, allowing her short, white-blond hair to fall around her shoulders. Glaive Sterling stood quietly a little behind Dr. Mazza, his head constantly moving as he continually scanned the area for any potential threats as the two spies discussed the tracks ahead and the best way forward. His pale blue eyes occasional flicking back to Mataro and hands lightly resting on the kukris strapped to his upper thigh. After a few minutes he saw the two spies stand and turn to the rest of the group. “Ok, we’re going down towards the North side, we should have more cover. We’ll figure out the next step once we’re closer,” Lady Nike announced. The team was quiet save for the sound of breathing and crunch of snow beneath their feet. The command center remained quietly attentive as well, all focus now on the six monitors before them. It was about 40 minutes later when the group finally stopped, the faded white of the main research building spread out before them. “Something doesn’t feel right,” Nike whispered, Clarus wasn’t sure if it was to herself or one of the team. “There, boot tracks around that side building, they look fresh, too.” Clarus could practically hear the frown in Glaive Sprau’s voice. Agent Deckner’s feed slowly creeped forward, hugging the side of the building. Most of the feed was blocked as he appeared to peer around the corner. “Shit,” he hissed and the video spun, Col hurrying back to the rest of the team. “This facility is up and running, and least appears to be. I saw at least a dozen MTs, they didn’t seem powered up but....” “Mataro, call it in, confirm our orders,” Glaive Sterling commanded. “Yessir.” Mataro’s video showed him moving further away from the facility. The main radio hissed to life “Command, instruction?” Nearly all eyes in the room turned to Regis, the king rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Instruct them to fall back, we will not allow them to go into this blind.” “Yes your majesty,” Vonte replied. Then, into the radio “fallback and regroup. Prepare for possible extraction.” “Roger that base,” Mataro responded. He looked up at Sterling. “Our orders are to proceed into the facility.” Sterling gave him a curt nod and returned to the rest of the group to prepare. “What the hell?!” Yelled Cor, grabbing the headset from Vonte. “This is Marshall Leonis, your orders are to retreat to the extraction point. This comes from the king himself.” “Your king, maybe,” Mataro’s voice creaked over the radio. The room stood in rapt attention as Mataro’s feed showed him flicking a knife through the cord of the team’s only radio and throwing the pieces back into the snow. Slowly he approached the back of Sterling and his feed showed a flash of movement as he buried the knife to the hilt in his back. Then all hell broke loose. ************************************************* Quiet pandemonium was the best way Clarus could describe the war room. Most of the security council members stared in silent shock at the video feeds, trying to discern what was happening in the chaos of battle through each monitor. Cor was shouting out orders which Vonte jumped to obey, searching for any friendly force nearby that could provide assistance; summoning Commander Drautos, head of the Kingsglaive, for additional support. Glaive Sprau’s deep voice shouting the order to retreat over the speaker.

The sound of Cor’s voice did little to cut through the clash of battle playing over the speakers. Heavy breathing. A flash of an MT arm on one of the monitors, the sounds of gunfire, a pained grunt as the view from another monitor spun towards the ground. It was impossible to keep track of who was where and what was happening. “Ignis,” he heard Regis say gently beside him. He spared a glance, the king was standing now, a hand on young Scientia’s shoulder. Ignis didn’t seem to notice, gaze fixed on the monitors, hands clenched in fists at his side. “Son, maybe you should leave.” “No” was the soft reply. Clarus bought his attention quickly back to the monitors, trying to tune out all audio and focus on the images to discern what was happening. Glaive Sterling was still down, his feed a jumble of white-clad legs doing their best to dodge the innumerable metal MT ones, the blue-white pop of warping every few seconds confirming that Glaive Sprau was still in the fight. In the corner of the static feed he could just make out a smaller figure in the snow laying on their side, a pool of red growing on their back and trailing down into the snow. Too small to be the traitor Mataro he quickly scanned the others trying to confirm who else was down.

Sure enough Sprau’s feed was a confusion of movement as he warped around the MTs, doing a serviceable job of destroying as many as he could as fast as possible from what the shield could tell. Lady Nike’s video was much harder to make out, something red, probably blood, partially covering the camera; though she, too, was moving, the crackle of a thundara bolt bursting to life in front of the camera as she sent it flying towards an approaching MT. Agent Deckner and Mataro seemed to be facing off, Col’s feed showing he had Mataro trapped, his back against the building, the agent’s deadly daggers raised offensively and ready to strike. That just left Dr. Mazzo. He turned slightly to focus on her monitor and, sure enough, it appeared that she wasn’t moving, the screen showing nothing but snow. “Damn,” Clarus hissed.

He brought his attention back to Deckner’s feed just in time to see the agent move again Mataro, the traitor bringing his knife up to defend himself while Deckner went low and to the side, his dagger flashing across the screen and finding its mark in Mataro’s side, a slash of red appearing across his white coat. Clarus heard Mataro’s pained shout above the rest of the noise. Good, he thought as Mataro fell to the ground, Deckner on top of him. He knew it would be best if they could take Mataro alive so they could seek information but it was hard to think logically with the shock of betrayal. He had his doubts that the agent would be able, or willing, to stay his hand.

Agent Deckner brought his arm down, hard, across Mataro’s chest, causing another shout of pain and, a second later, Mataro’s video feed cut off, following by the other five.

“Bring those feeds back up,” Scientia’s clipped voice demanded. Clarus had nearly forgotten the young man was still in the room. He glanced over to the advisor who had left his place by the map table and was now beside Cor and Vonte, his face an impassive mask.

“Can’t sir, the issues on their end, not ours.”

“What the hell is going on?” Clarus turned to the new voice in the room, Commander Dratus. When the hell did he get here? Regis brought his hand up in a command for silence as the room seemed to freeze, all ears straining to make sense of the grunts, the sounds of clashing weapons, and harsh breaths coming from the speakers.

Finally, finally, the sounds of battle gave way to panting breaths, but Clarus found it impossible to tell who, or even how many, of the team was left. From his last look before the video feeds cut out it looked like Sterling, Mazza and Mataro were all down, but no clue on the extent of injuries or if anyone else was hurt. Three down, at least half the team. He knew most of them, if not personally then by reputation. Sterling and Sprau were highly-regarded members of the Kingsglaive, young men who had come to Insomnia when their homes had fallen under Imperial rule and served well. Mazza, Clarus was ashamed to admit, he had not trusted 100%. She had spent her 20s working under Niflheim’s infamous Verstael Besthsia before defecting to Lucius, saying she could no longer stomach the atrocities her fellow scientists committed. Clarus had had his doubts.

The two spies, however, he did know personally. He had trained Agent Deckner in the crownsguard before he had been transferred over to intelligence. He had a quick mind and was deadly with nearly any weapon. He would had made a wonderful member of the guard but even Clarus could admit it would have been a waste of his talents, the information Deckner had been able to bring back on his various missions into Niflheim were invaluable.

Clarus has known Lady Nike’s grandfather, the last remaining Marquis in Insomnia, all his life. He can still recall the uproar in the citadel nearly 30 years ago when the man had appeared before the king to formally strip his son’s title and inheritance, all for marrying a woman he deemed beneath their station, an immigrant from Niflheim. Clarus had been more than a little surprised when the old man had introduced his only granddaughter and heir to society three years ago. Since then she had become friends with his son, Gladio, through her relationship with his best friend, Ignis, and was no stranger to the Amicitia Manor.

Mataro, unlike the others, had been born and raised in the crown city. He had been recruited directly from high school to work for the crown, a technical prodigy who had designed long range sensors and various other tech used by the Kingsglaive. As far as Clarus could remember, the young man has no family outside the city, no ties to Niflheim. His betrayal was shocking.

Damn, someone say something he silently begged. It was another few minutes before the astrals would answer his prayer. It was Agent Deckner. “Those bastards got Sprau.”

“Al, too,” Lady Nike’s tired voice came through. “We need to find Sterling.” Another few moments of silence as the two spies appeared to survey the area.

Deckner’s voice broke the silence. “Shit, Sterling’s bad, who had the med kit?” A beat “Mataro, I’ll check him.” Footsteps, a hiss of pain. Nike’s injured, too, thinks Clarus, they probably all are. “Here, got it, it’s not much.” “Anything we can use” “A potion, some gauze” “Damn, hope it’s enough to get him to the evac site.” A sigh. “I know that look, what is it?” “What are the chances that there’s another ambush waiting for us at the evac site?” “Pretty fucking good I’d say. So what do we do, start walking north and hope we find our way to what, Tenebrea? Sterling will bleed out well before then.” “Find a new evac site and hope someone back home can still hear us?” “You mean someone who isn’t a traitorous asshole?” “Ideally, yes. Got a better idea?” “No. From what I remember there’s a clearing about seven miles northeast of here, on the other side of the ridge we followed down. We should head there.” A flurry of movement caught his attention, Scientia grabbing a map and practically running back to Vonte, Clarus was sure the young tactician already had a new extraction plan. A grunt of pain, Sterling’s, Clarus guesses. He’s a good man, good soldier, he thinks. It’s maddening not being able to see what’s going on. The sound of labored breathing, an occasional moan of pain, was all that could be heard for several minutes. Finally, Col’s voice cut through the near silence. “Ok Nik, you’re up.” “I’m fine,” the reply came. Clarus frowned, her voice sounded much weaker then minutes previous. The adrenaline probably leaving her system. “You’re no help to either of us if you pass out from blood loss, too. Let me at least wrap your arm, anything else can probably wait,” Col insisted. “Fine, but hurry. We need to get moving before” a hiss of pain interrupts her. “Sorry, sorry. That’s gonna have to do. Let’s head to that ridge and pray to the six someone back home is coming for us.”

More infuriating silence, thought Clarus as the three began their long trek to the new evacuation site, heavy breathing the only sounds now coming through the speakers. The war room, however, was a flurry of sound as Scientia and Vonte briefed the evac team over the radio while the council members began arguing amongst themselves, pointing fingers and trying to place blame for the huge mess the mission had become. Clarus had little patience for that nonsense at the moment.

“Clarus,” Regis finally spoke, gesturing for him to join his old friend. Clarus made his way over to his king. “We need to find out everything we can about Mataro. I fear the betrayal may run deeper than we know.”

“Of course sire. I will personally lead the investigation.”

“Thank you old friend.” King Regis turned his attention to the monitors, screens now black. There he sat, Clarus by his side, for the next four hours. As, one by one, they lost the audio feeds from the field team. As the council members began retreating back to their homes, most still arguing as they left. As Dratus left to return to kingsglaive headquarters with a swear and slam of the door. Regis refused to leave until the remaining team members were safe, schedule and sleep be damned. Scientia spent most of the time either on the radio with Vonte and the extraction team or pacing the length of the room, his obvious nervousness enough for Clarus to almost force him from the room, almost.

After nearly three hours of complete silence from the team the radio chirped, all eyes on the room immediately went to Vonte. “Base, this is evac team one. We have a clean evac of three.”

Regis was the first to speak “I want a status on all three and tell them to fly straight through to King’s Hospital, we’ll have a team ready for them.”

Vonte repeated the request to the evac team, Clarus only a little surprised by the response. “We have a seriously injured glaive who needs immediate medical attention. We will drop him at the hospital in Lestallum before continuing on. I’d rather not risk his life trying to get him to Crown City. The other two have no life-threatening injuries, though Lady Nike took a bullet to the shoulder and will probably need surgery. We’ve got a medic stitching her other injuries up now. Agent Deckner’s gonna need some stitches too, possible broken wrist.”

“Confirmed evac one, get here as soon as you can. I’ll call ahead to Lestallum and have them prepared for your arrival.”

Regis looked back at Clarus and whispered “find out how this happened. Keep the investigation quiet, inform only me of your findings.”

Clarus, fist to heart, bowed. “On my word, your majesty.”

#final fantasy xv oc #final fantasy fanfiction #Clarus POV #my first fic #mywritings

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scribble-dee-doo · 3 years ago

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The Prince didn't so much sit in his seat as he did lounge, loose-limbed with his eyes half-hooded at his father's right hand. Clarus had to bite his tongue to keep from demanding that he sit up, be respectful, if he'd asked to sit in on the morning council session he could at least act like it, but Regis had firmly derailed any kind of discipline when he'd welcomed Noct's request with a smile and a quiet comment that pulled a near-smile out of the prince. Clarus couldn't fault him for being indulgent, really, even if the prince's presence was doing interesting things to the council dynamic without him saying a word. It did, at least, stall the sucker-ups.

The thing that was surprising – and was surprising that it was surprising – was the lack of Gladiolus. The Prince's Shield wasn't strictly required to follow their ward in the Citadel, but in the council hall it was a conspicuous absence. Beyond that, which might have made Clarus sigh and remind his son of the importance of ceremonial duty, Gladio had seemed nearly tethered to the prince over the last few weeks. He and Regis had discussed the slight changes in their sons' schedules at length, and when Noct had entered alone Regis had side-eyed him without looking the way he'd perfected over years of ceremonies and meetings.

#outsider pov on the boys time travelling! that's all i got here #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #ffxv fanfiction #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #fanfiction #noodle fic #fic snippets

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calling4glaives · 2 years ago

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Day 7 Recap

What an amazing week! Thank you all who participated by creating or supporting works!

Here's the roundup for the final day. Remember, if you still want to create for the week, please please do! We'll update and reblog as we see them. (And please, send us a message if we've missed anything!)

Title: Late Night Romp Author: StarJunco Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Relationships: Cor / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

Nyx's late night "feline tactical training" is interrupted by his boyfriend. And, more importantly, his boyfriend's cellphone camera. ----- A Kitty!Nyx story. Does not require knowledge of previous stories.

Title: The Blind Date Author: StarfighterSparks Link: Ao3 Relationships: Noctis / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

For NyxWeek 2023 On a hot summer night, Nyx walks towards his favorite food joint to order some meat skewers and Galahd Brew. He has a date tonight. A blind date, actually, and he’d rather be out with Libertus and Crowe than entertaining a stranger. But here he is, annoyed at Crowe for forcing him to come. As he waits for his date to show up, though, Nyx can’t stop thinking about Noctis. The one man he can’t have. And as he assumed being stood up, someone unexpected stops at his table and turns his night upside down.

Title: A Prince and a Princeling: Chapter 7: Planning the Future Author: Niaswish / Shiary Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Relationships: Noctis / Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

A much needed conversation between the 2 princes provides them with a clear plan for their future.

Title: Clean-up Duty Author: Awlwren Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Relationships: Titus & Nyx Summary/Excerpt:

He woke up when something hit his shoulder, and he bolted upright, summoning his sword defensively. There was no one above him, no one in his immediate vicinity, in fact. With no one shouting at him, either, that they needed to move or that there was immediate need, he relaxed slightly and looked to see what had hit him. It was one of the lunch packs from the lab. In which Nyx and Drautos have a moment of rest and recovery, and, because it's the two of them, some danger just for fun. Day 7 of Nyx Week 2023 - Free Day Day 18 of Whumptober 2022 - Take My Coat Drautos's POV to WWFL's "Brace Yourself"

Title: A Coeurl’s Home: Author: Firechocobros Link: Ao3 Relationships: Clarus / Regis / Nyx Trigger Warnings: Explicit Summary/Excerpt:

In which there is a press conference and everyone is done being ashamed.

Title: When We First Met Author: Blossom Adventures Link: Tumblr Summary/Excerpt:

Nyx had just dressed after a quick shower - he and Luche had just finished 3 laps of the HQ perimeter - and began to make his way out the building when he passed the outdoor training arena, where her could hear wooden weapons clashing.

Title: Lightning Strikes the Night Sky Author: WhoStarLocked Link:Tumblr, Ao3 Summary/Excerpt

Lumina’s Rise was considered hallowed ground. It was supposedly the site where Ramuh had first welcomed their people to Galahd, and although they got storms all year round and the Rise being the tallest thing in the area, it was extremely rare that the rock actually got hit. Lightning striking Lumina’s Rise was significant. “Thea!” “Bakir, Libertus.” She replied hesitantly, dread coiling in her gut. “Where’s Nyx?”

Title: Hard Day's Night Author: Garbria / Loki_chan Link: Tumblr, Ao3 Summary/Excerpt:

Cor has trouble sleeping while Nyx is deployed.

#nyxweek2023 #ffxv #kingsglaive #nyx ulric #day 7 #recap

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awlwren-writes · 2 years ago

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Clarus Amicitia & Nyx Ulric, Clarus Amicitia & Selena Ulric Characters: Clarus Amicitia, Selena Ulric, Libertus Ostium, Nyx Ulric, Nyx Ulric's Mom, Gladio and Iris Amicitia's Mother, Additional Tags: Uncle Clarus AU, Nyx Week 2023, Rescue, Captivity, Aftermath of Torture, Mistreatment of Prisoners, Whump

Summary: Clarus followed closely behind Libertus, hating himself for not being able to evacuate the boy sooner. He just had no backup on this mission, and had barely been able to find a safe place to shelter his niece, so he had no choice but to endanger the boy further. The fact that the boy insisted he wanted to help was cold comfort, at this point. All he could do was stay as close as possible. He was trained for protection, after all. Though he certainly didn't feel like he was very good at it at the moment. Uncle Clarus AU! The Clarus POV of Whumpwriterforlife's "The Bonds that Bind Us" Day 1 of Nyx Week 2023: Rescue, Captivity

#NyxWeek2023 #day 1 #rescue #captivity #Nyx Ulric #Clarus Amicitia #Selena Ulric #my fics #Uncle Clarus #I am really behind on posting fic over here #I should fix that #after Nyx Week

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garbria · 3 years ago

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willingsacraficecorpov 👀👀👀

So if you've read A Willing Sacrifice, you know Nyx finds himself in an alternate timeline where the war is over, there are no more daemons, everyone he loves is safe, but he doesn't exist. Because it's me, he runs into Cor, and they go on a road trip where Cor gains memories of the original timeline, so Nyx isn't alone.

But my friends wanted to know what was going on with Cor while Nyx was having his existential crisis, and why he would drop everything to go on a road trip with a stranger.

So I decided to write a sequel covering Cor's pov. But because I can't make anything simple, I decided instead of just covering Cor's pov during the fic, I would go back and cover all the major changes in the timeline that Cor witnessed, as well as the events of the fic, and if all goes well, some events afterwards. It might end up even longer than A Willing Sacrifice.

I've actually rewritten it three different times, trying to find the best place to start, but I feel like I've got a good start now.

A snippet:

All his life he’d felt like he was missing something, something important. That there was something he had to go do, something he needed to find. It was what pushed him through all the foster homes, into the Crownsguard at an illegally young age. It was why he passed all his Crownsguard assessments, so that everyone overlooked his forged paperwork. He’d needed to move, to fight, to protect. He’d been angry and arrogant, so of course he’d been assigned to Regis’ retinue as the best Crownsguard in years. Meeting Regis, Clarus, Cid, and Wesk had soothed a part of him he hadn’t known needed soothing. He fit with them in a way that surprised everyone, including himself, considering his usual problems with authority. But he was grateful to Regis for giving him a place to belong.

Thanks so much for the ask!

#rvnoir #asks #answered ask #my fic #wip ask meme #this one is going to be a monster #i can tell #so many things changed with the timeline #cor and nyx are made for each other in any timeline #because i say so #XD

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 3 years ago

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From King Regis is POV what position does Crowe have in Nyx's "Royal" retinue?

That's actually a difficult question for me. Mostly because putting it in simple terms is very hard?

Let me think out loud for a second.

To Regis, Nyx is the "King". The Galahkari may use a different term, but that's what it boils down to for him as far as authority and interactions go.

Libertus is obviously the "Shield" in this equation. Not only because the Ostiums are (very, very) distantly related to the Amiciatias, or because Libertus completed the Tempering Grounds, but because Regis looks at him and Nyx and sees himself and Clarus in their interactions.

Luche Regis doesn't really know mch about, but from what he can glean, he seems to be something like a chamberlain coupled with an advisor, military commander and foreign minister.

That leaves Pelna, Ladone and Crowe. Those three Regis can't really equate to a position he has in his own retinue. What he knows about them is what their files tell him: Pelna is a very gifted communications officer and has a knack for organising supply lines, Ladone is the leader of an ambush unit, headstrong and a no-nonsense kind of woman, and Crowe is an unusually gifted mage for all that her power is borrowed. Regis also knows that Nyx considers her to be his sister.

So Crowe is in a position of power and influence from his point of view (practically a princess), but she doesn't seem to do anything with it. At least nothing he can see.

Crowe actually dows quite a lot. Especially on the financial side, but Regis doesn't know that. Yet.

#ask #anonymous #ffxv #born into the wilds #crowe altius #regis lucis caelum #nyx ulric #libertus ostium #luche lazarus #pelna khara #ladone najad #geist answers

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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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Here's something that might come outta left field, what fics do you recommend in the FFXV fandom?

Oooooo okay hmmm. Lemme see what I have. I warn you now that most of these are either short, time-travel, or Prompto angst, but I’ll try to add a little summary to each so you can pick what interests you:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27588704 “Toward Daylight We Run” by SparkleMoose (here on Tumblr as @sparklecryptid) is a time-travel fixit involving Titus, who wakes up post being killed by Nyx with a case of confusion, anger, and le self-doubt, and a Glaive OC who died during the betrayal and who is very understandably angry at them. It’s gonna be a former-enemies-to-lovers thing eventually I think, and tho there’s only two chaps so far I recommend it (I recommend several of Moose’s actually, just watch the tags if you’re not into M-rated or have trigger warnings to look out for) This one does have trigger warning tags for suicidal thoughts and PTSD, so watch out for that.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27912505/chapters/68351254 “From Neath Dark Waters”, another one by SparkleMoose! This one is an FFXIV Warrior of Light reborn as a street rat in Insomnia and adopted by Clarus, again, just getting started, but very feelsy and I love it. Moose also has cool Galahdian worldbuilding stuff which is always fun.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23888788 “the Wound (A Place Where Light Enters)” Third one by SparkleMoose, featuring time-traveling Noctis and also a sort of time-traveling Warrior of Light named Azura who looks around, spots Noctis fighting someone and goes “welp time to go break someone’s face on behalf of a friend I guess” which is a great first impulse for a White Mage imho. These two are gonna be a ship and I love it.

(honestly just go poke through SparkleMoose’s stuff on Ao3 and here on Tumblr, there’s quite a few FFXV fics and there’s bound to be at least a few you like. :D Just remember to read the tags first)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26644129 “The Great Livestream Debacle” by Choke-a-bro. This is just humor/crack oneshot but it makes me laugh on days that need a pick me up. Basically, Noctis runs a tiny twitch channel playing really old RPGs without telling Ignis or Regis and ONE DAY a stray new viewer happens to realize, “huh, this guy looks like the prince” and it spiral wonderfully from there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27468421 “A Present for a Father” by illusorygardens. This is actually a little gift oneshot thing inspired by one of my AUs here on Tumblr (Clouds and Moonlit Skies) where a bunch of FFVII characters are reborn as various OCs and canon characters in FFXV. Zack is Noctis, Cloud is Prompto, Aerith is Luna, Titus is Sephiroth, and Rufus and Yuffie are reborn as Imperial Royal Twins with the world’s most terrible dad aka Emperor Aldercapt. So naturally Noctis has to prank the Emperor of Niflheim on their behalf.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26667253/chapters/65038747 “Light in the Night Sky” by mokulule. If you’ve read my Deleantur and liked it, then absolutely 1000% give this a try. It’s inspired by Deleantur verse in the sense of “Noctis goes back to the time of Somnus and Ardyn” but it’s cheerfully wandering off in a very different direction and there is WORLDBUILDING and BACKSTORY and Ardyn and Aera being ADORABLE. Seriously it’s great. Again, it’s only got a few chaps on it, but I love it already and highly recommend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27611195/chapters/67550303 “Holding Secrets Like a Crystal” by LadyHallen. An AU where Monica Elshett is a telepath and proceeds to unknowingly wreck canon in all the best ways. It’s a 5 chap short story and I love it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18114572/chapters/42823973 “First Lightning, Then Thunder” by Nervous Otaku. This is a RAVUS time-travel fixit, 87 chaps long (tho the chaps are short) and fully completed. Basically Ravus dies, the Astrals think “Free Real Estate” and proceed to dump him into the past in the body of a Coeurl. It’s angst and shenanigans and Ravus stubbornly refusing to admit that he is growing attached to these tiny child versions of people all while going through hell and high water to protect them from destiny. It’s a happy ending too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21681499/chapters/51709084 “Victorious” by Kyirah. This one hasn’t updated in a while? But it’s got 14 stellar chapters of Noctis being gently plopped back into his child self with only vague memories of the future while the Lucii and the Astrals set about fixiting the world on his behalf. It also features adorable, slightly daemon-but-don’t-worry-he’s-fine Prompto and Dadcor. Also ghost Ardyn.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18116312/chapters/42828299 “cyan boys” by dreamtowns. 6 chap, slightly cracky time-travel, only instead of straight time-travel, Noctis and Prompto wake up in a parallel dimension where some stuff is ... different. Such as them being kids while Gladio and Ignis of that world are already adults. It’s just a nice, quirky, kinda angsty-in-places read and I really enjoyed it (despite the undertones of slash that crop up in some places but hey maybe that’s your cup of tea) but as always read the tags and decide for thineself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15073931/chapters/34948019 “Nocturne” by nirejseki. The Taur AU that inspired Nox Taur, 11/10 do recommend (even though there are slash and femslash ships in there later on but HEY just because I skipped over those parts doesn’t mean this fic isn’t great). Features baby Noctis being adorable, some cool world-building, Regis being a Good Dad, DadCor, and just- a great fixit all around with some amazing AU take on the Astrals and the prophecy and all that stuff.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11648547/chapters/26204799 “Introductions” by doodly_squat. This is ... essentially a canon compliant look at Prompto first introducing himself to and getting to be friends with Noctis. Picks up that moment in the Brotherhood episode where he says hi on the first day of high school. It’s short, but it’s finished and it’s great, there’s some Prompto angst, and it has a sequel with even more Prompto angst! That is also finished!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10869282/chapters/24144864 “Running Behind” by Asidian. An MT!Prompto AU where Prompto is raised as an MT (which are cyborgs here rather than canon’s ... whole thing) and then runs away when he learns he’s going to be decommissioned. He’s found a year-ish later by the other Chocobros on their roadtrip and they, unaware he’s a runaway MT, take him along because he clearly needs help. There’s feels and bonding and brotherly feels and also angst and drama because MT!Prompto is terrified of many things. There’s also descriptions of the aftermath of torture, which I didn’t find too bad but as always check the tags and the rating against your own comfort level. It has a happy ending tho.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871 “Poor Wayfaring Stranger” by lithos_saeculum. The last fic I’m gonna rec for now and just- I CANNOT rec this one enough. I love it so much. 59 chap, ongoing MT!Prompto AU where Cor finds this teenage MT unit and takes him home. There’s DadCor and Prompto learning how to People and the Chocobros getting attached and major angst at various stages because of how Prompto is treated (he has MT modifications and some people looking at you Clarus need to take a chill pill about it). It’s told entirely from Prompto’s POV which is FASCINATING and the author does a stellar job of picking out stuff that Prompto just- wouldn’t know about or understand because he’s been raised in a lab all his life.

#SE asks #anon asks #ffxv #ffxv fics #fic recs #fic rec #always read the tags people #what is fine for me might not for you #but i do rec these

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ffxvficrec · 2 months ago

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by DancingSkys As a prince, Noctis experiences quite a few things any other person probably wouldn't. Some of them were expected, some of them were not. These are some of the firsts he experiences while growing up. His friends are there every single step of the way. Words: 9358, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Gladiolus Amicitia , Ignis Scientia , Prompto Argentum , Regis Lucis Caelum , Nyx Ulric , Clarus Amicitia Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia & Noctis Lucis Caelum , Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia , Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum , Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Growing Up , Growing Up Together , Friendship , Angst , Hurt/Comfort , Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum , Hurt Gladiolus Amicitia , Temporary Character Death , Phoenix Downs (Final Fantasy) , Noctis dies for like three minutes , Birthday , Armiger (Final Fantasy XV) , can be read as platonic or romantic , not really the focus , did The Accident happen? , I don't know , You Decide , Alternate Universe , Character Study , written from different povs , Young Noctis Lucis Caelum , Childhood , lots of feelings , I hope , Protective Gladiolus Amicitia , Protective Ignis Scientia , Protective Noctis Lucis Caelum , Prompto Argentum is a Ray of Sunshine , how Gladio got his scar , Good Parent Regis Lucis Caelum

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv fic rec #final fantasy xv fic rec

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thebisexualmandalorian · 4 years ago

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Titus Drautos | Glauca, Regis Lucis Caelum, Clarus Amicitia Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Second Person, Identity Issues, Redemption

Summary:

You can choose now. In this moment between moments, when your entire world is shaking and falling around you, standing between your old lives and living neither of them, you can choose.

#titus drautos #my fanfic #ffxv

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breakfastteatime · 5 years ago

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A (mini) fic prompt, if you want it! Regis' POV to one of your hurtNoct fic. Or a new scenario in which he gets told Noct is in the infirmary/walks by to see Gladio massaging. Because I'm obsessed with hearing all his thoughts for situations like that. Having a total normal day and then 'yeah the son you saw this morning totally fine just collapsed so'

Well, how about a teeny minific addition to one of my oldies - Survival Training?

When Ignis raced into a closed meeting, Regis came close to losing his temper. It was only decades of training and experience that controlled his temper. That, and the look of barely controlled panic on Ignis’ face.

Regis’ stomach sank. Only one person could cause Ignis to have an expression like that. And given that Noctis was out on a training exercise with Gladio, it could only mean one thing.

“What’s happened?” Regis asked, hoping he sounded calmer than he felt.

Ignis bowed. “Forgive my intrusion, Your Majesty, but there has been an accident. Noctis and Gladio are in the infirmary.”

Standing, ignoring the frustrated looks of some of the counsellors’ faces, Regis followed Ignis out of the council chambers at top speed. He was in the infirmary minutes later, being held back by a well-intentioned nurse.

“Your Majesty,” the nurse said, his tone calm and collected. “The doctors are treating them now. I promise, His Highness will be alright.”

“What happened?” Regis demanded.

“An animal attack of some kind,” the nurse said. “Lord Gladiolus stated monsters must’ve escaped a nearby Kingsglaive training area and attacked them. He was poisoned, but His Highness managed to treat him with an antidote. However, he was then attacked by a pack of Voretooths.”

Voretooths? Anger and horror flared in Regis’ chest. That meant the damned beasts had escaped a Kingsglaive training ground.

“The injuries are being treated,” the nurse continued.

“What injuries?” Regis asked.

Ten minutes after hearing details involving poisoning and broken bones, Regis had Drautos investigating what the hell his Kingsglaive trainees were doing, and Clarus had arrived. He was taken through to Gladio immediately. It was another hour before Regis and Ignis were allowed to see Noctis.

The doctors warned them that Noctis would be asleep for a while yet, and even if he woke up, he had so many drugs floating through him he’d probably be sky high. Regis didn’t care. He wanted to see his son - now. Sitting at Noctis’ bedside, Regis had to deal with the uncomfortable familiarity of it. His son, hurt and in a hospital bed. Noctis was terrifyingly pale, aside from the flush of fever on his cheeks. Regis reached out, slipping his hand around Noctis’. He brushed his other hand through Noctis’ long hair, wondering not for the first time if he’d ever be able to convince him to cut it into a more regal style. Things like this were not supposed to happen ever again. Hadn’t he suffered enough for one lifetime? Noctis had a broken ankle, not to mention a number of nasty, deep gouges now stitched back together. Actually, Doctor Gainsborough had used the word ‘mangled’ to describe Noctis’ ankle. The very idea turned Regis’ stomach. It had been far too late for healing magic to be of any use. Noctis was stuck using traditional medicine. It meant he was looking at another considerable recuperation period, complete with rehab on his leg.

Why couldn’t he do more to protect his child? This was supposed to be a simple camping trip with a few basic survival skills thrown in. Not this. Not a complete, almost lethal disaster.

Drautos better get control of the Kingsglaive. And when Regis knew who was responsible for the Voretooths, they would not keep their job. They would be lucky to avoid prison time.

A knock at the door heralded Gladio’s arrival. He walked in, looking paler than usual, Clarus standing close behind him. He bowed carefully. “Your Majesty, please accept my sincerest apologies for not protecting Noct.”

Regis held up the hand not holding Noctis’. “From what I hear, there was nothing you could do. It is the Kingsglaives’ poor practice that is to blame.” Actually, given the depths of his rage, it was possible several people would lose their jobs over this. “I’m just glad you made it back here with him. Thank you for driving back here when you are clearly not well yourself.”

Ignis vacated his seat. Clarus pushed Gladio into it. “Yes, someone needs to learn when to wait until he feels well enough before leaving their own hospital bed.”

“I owe Noct my life,” Gladio said. “If he hadn’t fought so hard, I wouldn’t be here. He saved both of us.”

Giving Noctis’ hand a squeeze, pride filling his heart, Regis leaned closer to Gladio. “Perhaps you’d best tell me everything.”

#answered ask #FFXV mini fic #breakfast tea tumblr fic EXCLUSIVE

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miss-tc-nova · 5 years ago

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Thanks For Coming - Noctis x Lunafreya

I’m trying some things with cannon characters instead of reader inserts and this is my first piece. I tried not to cry while looping “Stand By Me” but it just made it perfect for me.

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*Prompto POV*

It’s bright—so bright and yet I haven’t the foggiest memory of walking towards any light. In fact, I should be on the top bunk in a dingy little room of the Glaive HQ with the worst headache I’ve ever had. However, this is not the abandoned building in the middle of the decimated capital of Lucis. No, I’m still in Insomnia, but this is the citadel—more precisely, this is the throne room of the citadel.

It’s like this place wasn’t even touched by the devastation that wrought the city. It’s pristine and beautiful and decorated. Wait, the decorations are a little strange. Draped from the ceiling, white fabric perfectly frames the platform in front of the throne. White flowers canvas the room, adding a touch of purity, but the sylleblossom petals across the floor and floating in the air give it an air of reverence. It’s an elegant display even if I don’t understand how I came to be here.

I’m in a chair, just outside of the roped-off aisle that runs from the door straight up the stairs. There’s something to my left: Gladio. He wears a look of wariness, also unsure of our predicament. On the other side of the big guy is Ignis but unlike me and Gladio, he seems to have some understanding of what’s going on. His eyes glance to me and I’m surprised to find them as clear as the day we started our adventure so long ago—he can see me right now. The man notices me staring at him and places a careful finger against his lips. He’s right: if I say a word, it’ll shatter the gracious silence and no doubt this fantasy.

Some of the other faces around are recognizable such as Clarus Amicitia, Jared Hester, and some members of the glaive. All of these people have one thing in common—they’re all dead.

Before I can question even myself, a gentle music fills the air. Three people are revealed by the door at the far end. There’s a woman with shimmering black hair that I’ve never met, but the man opposite her is immediately recognizable as King Regis. He looks better than ever, walking tall and freely.

Then there’s the man in the center. AT first glance I wouldn’t have been able to name him having never seen him grown and clean. The last I saw of him was the drenched back of a weary, battle-ready man that the Astrals had deemed a lamb-for-slaughter. There’s not a single trace of the hardships he endured in that serene smile. He’s at peace, free of his burdens, and that alone is enough to make my eyes water.

The King and his parents reach the top of the steps. The woman gives each man a kiss on the cheek, proudly beaming at the younger before descending the stairs to sit on the other side of Ignis.

Through the open doors prances another couple. He proudly holds a black box in his mouth as he trots along his sister. In a shirt collar and bowtie, he’s adorable next to her and her ring of blue and ivory flowers. The pair appears so human while still being entirely canine in their cheerful expression. At the top, the King takes the treasure from Umbra, giving him and Pryna each a good pat and sending them back to guard the base of the steps.

The music shifts to a song that signals everyone to stand. All eyes go to the door. As pompous as ever, Ravus is there looking surprisingly soft wearing that loving smile. An arm extends to his left where a slender hand accepts it.

When I see her in that white dress that she was meant to wear, I break. A whole fist in my mouth nearly fails to stifle the sobs. At least I’m not the only one; I hear plenty of sniffles around the room including Gladio. She’s magnificent—more radiant than she’s ever been—and she’s happy.

Ravus places a kiss on his sister’s hand, leaving her in the King’s care and sitting beside a woman I assume to be their mother.

King Regis presides over the ceremony, bursting with pride all the while trying hold in those tears. But it’s the bride and groom that take center stage, as they should. They’re almost glowing from joy and I catch him fidget just a bit in his excitement. The ache in my cheeks hurts so much; I’m not going to stop smiling though.

The royal-blue sylleblossoms rain from the ceiling in celebration of the newlyweds. He’s the happiest he’s ever been—right beside her where he belongs. I couldn’t be happier knowing that this is what he’s always deserved: there are no more ill-fated omens, he’s not in any pain, and he’s with his true love.

Just as the couple passes us, his gaze turns to the three of us that don’t belong here. There’s one of those grins he wore when the four of us were just hanging out and being dorks: a genuine smile for friends.

“Thank you for coming.”

The drab wall is a major contrast to the beautiful scene I’d just dreamt of. There’s a bittersweet swell in my chest; I’m done holding back my tears.

I know we said our goodbyes in front of the citadel, where he made his last stand but the finality of it was somehow lacking—almost more of a farewell between the king and his retinue than that between friends. But this solidifies the fact that he’s not coming back to us. He’s moved on and we’re never going to see him again—not in this life anyway. I don’t need to worry about him though. He’ll be alright and I’m sure he’ll be there waiting for each of when the time comes, ready to complain about how long we took. We’ve parted ways but only for now.

See you around, Noctis.

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Nova’s Final Fantasy Masterlist

#ffxv #ffxv noctis #ffxv luna #ffxv lunafreya #lady lunafreya #lunafreya nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis #lunoct #noctis x luna

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