#Ffxv au

[stygiovictoria]

design concept sketches for a futuristic ffxv au i discussed with my friend (@dimlylitsmalltown). Probably wont ever post this again

[nyanykamito]

okay here me out,

One of the gods chooses to reincarnate Nyx, or essentially he's reborn.

Because In a twist of fate the light of Eos starts to die and Bahamuts prophecy starts to sway. A kings sacrifice isn't strong enough to bring back the dawn.. The world needs a hero, one thats use to taking risks and being a bit of a sarcastic butt munch about it.

In the words of one who had fallen "Where do I sign?"

With the gods at his back Nyx returns reborn and ready to fight the food fight for the future once again.

I'm holding @nemo-in-wonderland responsible for stirring the pot with nyx post, I missed this man so much TmT.

Square Enix needs to bring him back! Or I will! 😭😭

[kodieshmodie]

“Did’ja hear? That Quicksilver fella took off with that new tailor from the big city!”🪡🐴💖

Some Wild West Promnis for Yeehawgust 2023, except I didn’t finish it in time for August. I am a sucker for a ‘respected member of the town falls in love with the handsome outlaw’ storyline. 🤩💖

[reflectionsofacreator]

📚 final fantasy, your choice of numerical!

cracks knuckles

Okay let's imagine, for a minute, about Noctis who didn't manage to escape the fire in Tenebrae. Regis lost his grip, Noctis tried to squirm out of his hold to get to Luna, something. And for the next eight years, Noctis is raised as a ward of the Empire alongside Luna and Ravus, with all the gristly details that implies because Niflheim finally has their hands on the crown prince of their hated enemy.

The story starts with Noctis' long awaited return to Insomnia at the hands of Lieutenant Drautos when he's sixteen, eight long, long years after the tragic fire that took Queen Sylvia's life. There's been some paper thin excuse about Noctis staying in the Empire for "goodwill" but everyone knows that he's been a hostage, and the kingdom is ecstatic to have their prince back.

The big reunion between beloved father and son, and it's shattered when Noctis, in a polite, quiet Tenebrae accent, asks, "Do I know you, sir?" (Because that's not what his father looked like. That's not the dad who abandoned him, is it? He's too old, surely--)

The prince that's returned to them is a stranger. Neatly combed back hair, a fondness for Tenebrae white colors, soft spoken lilting accent and impeccable manners that betray nothing of what he thinks. It's only in private, when Ignis and Gladio desperately try to get him to open up and maybe talk to them that Noctis admits that he wants to go home, to his brother and sister. The best he can do is send letters with the Messengers, a small, fluffy black dog that Ignis swears wasn't there yesterday.

We cut between Ravus, Luna, and Noctis as the letters pass hands. Ravus, having been pressured into being in the military at eighteen so he could no longer protect his little siblings, traces over the harsh stroke of the pen in Noct's letters in the privacy of his tiny cabin. Luna scribbling out her loneliness and exhaustion over being the world's youngest Oracle for four years now, saying how much she misses the comforting weight of her little brother following her around during her duties.

The Ravus we find here is harder on the outside, but fiercely protective of Luna and Noctis. His hatred for Regis is even more intense, because how dare that man abandon his own son, yet banked even further down because he cannot afford to let these emotions show when he needs to protect them. It's not just that Luna is his precious little sister -- their mother wasn't done healing Noctis before she perished, and Noctis could only rely on them. Ravus is the only one who knows that the Empire was going to kill the boy, and it was only his quick thinking that convinced General Glauca to spare Noctis as a hostage.

Luna is more tired, more worn down. Not only is she the youngest Oracle with an impossible task, she did everything she possibly could to make sure Noctis traveled with her retinue so she could keep an eye on him and make sure the Empire didn't touch him. And now that he's gone, whisked away back to his "home", she finds herself working even harder just to cope with the loneliness.

Noctis is... well. He copes, as best he can, being a stranger in his own 'home' with chronic pain and no one knowing what really happened. Even his magic is different, leans more towards healing and the like rather than traditional Lucian faire, uses a rapier like his older brother when he goes to spar. Spends time with his dog, with Ignis trying to get him to want to meet with his father, training with Gladio in the ring and trying not to flinch at how big he is (not his fault, he's just. Big like Glauca.), tentatively making friends with Cor's hyperactive blonde kid named Prompto...

It isn't until Gladio sees Captain Drautos 'checking in' on the Prince that things start to change. Drautos now has sway over the Glaives and the Crownsguard, the gratitude of the King Himself, so long as Prince Noctis keeps his mouth shut about what happened while he was being "rescued" from General Glauca. Except Noctis talks back to the Captain now that it's just him, he doesn't have to worry about his siblings getting hurt, just himself really.

Gladio charges, because even if that's a little shit of a guy that's his Prince who's being slapped around. He doesn't have a hope in hell against someone like Titus Drautos, let alone General Glauca, being only eighteen and new to the whole 'shield' thing. Gets his shit wrecked, his eye nearly cut open, and his life held against Noctis to scare them both into keeping Drautos' secret.

Gladio, while he's being patched up on Ignis' bathtub, is adamant that they tell the king and the council, while Noctis pleads that they can't or Glauca will find a way to punish Luna and Ravus. Ignis informs him that it will be happening, because this is no longer just a threat to them but a threat to the whole kingdom.

We cut to the chocobros watching as Prince Ravus and Princess Lunafreya are welcomed into Insomnia, only to have their introductions interrupted by Noctis' excited shout of their names and practically warping over to them to hug them stupid. Drautos is imprisoned now, things are starting to look up for the first time for the Fleuret siblings in ... so, so long.

I think the primary fic would end there, but I'd probably want to have oneshots set after, about the adjusting period, and how things wrap up. Something something the abuse that the kids were subjected to gets to light and has the Empire's citizens up in arms over the treatment of the beloved Oracle, Lucis uses it as a way to force Niflheim into a peace treaty. Another oneshot from the pov of someone who only knows Ravus as a battlefield commander, seeing him turn all soft and doting on Luna and Noctis. Maybe dig into how Noctis and Luna traveled around under the guard of Glauca, how it's just as much threatening as it is teasing the Lucis spies who can't get close enough to set Noctis free...

I think about this au often, if you can't tell,

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

[lioma-gaming]

When Ardyn opened his eyes again, Noctis and Prompto were looking down on him. The Prince offered him a hand, and this gesture alone triggered a feeling in Ardyn he did not know how to place. Something filled a hole which he had not known existed until then. No one had shown him any compassion since Somnus had branded him a monster. Not Verstael, not Aldercapt, and especially not the gods. Everyone had only ever been interested in his well being for their own selfish reasons. And Noctis and his friends … Were they just mocking him? "Could this be … pity?" he asked sceptically. "You can also stay there if you want", Noctis said casually and Ardyn was willing to believe that this was all there was to it. No bribing. No lies. He was merely offering his help. Even though he possessed Somnus' features, he and Ardyn's brother could not have been more different. - Burnt Out, "The Path To Freedom"

[jamessunderlandfan52]

hello mr noctis! i dont go here but you are transgender i think (part of my art trade with @polxroiid)

[kicksnscribs]

I was looking through my old sketchbooks bc procrastination and !!!!!!

I FORGOT THAT I HAD PUT MOOMBAS IN MY AU AS DELIVERY PERSONNEL OMG!!!

[destructokats]

My wrists hurt now so I think I'm going to call this piece done!

Fun notes, I guess! One, is tail is based on the the Dark Allural Sea Bass (mostly because I thought the colours might suit him). Two, I really like the idea of changing the eagle tattoo up to a kraken, a mythological but still feared creature. I gave him a spear because I didn't think a sword would work too well.

@lunarlegend just wanted to make sure you saw it, since you seemed so excited.

[luna-lafleur]

Welcome to my story blog!

This little corner will be dedicated to my FFXV au story, with my original character Luna Lafleur.

A prologue overhaul:

Born and raised in Insomnia, her father was an ex-researcher for Niflheim before he realized how out of hand their experiments had become. In this timeline, no Oracle has been chosen, and the Empire is working on developing the means to synthetically create their own with the DNA of the original Oracle, Aera.

Luna’s mother died when she was very young in an accident involving a Magitek soldier following Luna home, severely injuring her. Her mother stays behind to fend them off while she escapes with her father, which is ultimately what ends her life. Shortly after, her father disappears as well, leaving Luna with her adopted brother Prompto as the only family she has left.

Luna’s father discovers Prompto as a mere infant abandoned in a Niflheim laboratory, and not only takes him in as his own, but ultimately is what makes him come to terms with the empire’s wrongdoings. He takes Prompto and his pregnant wife, moving to Insomnia. Luna is born not long after.

After the death of their mother and sudden disappearance of their father, Luna and Prompto have to rely on each other. Grief-stricken through most of their early childhood, they keep to themselves, finding it hard to make friends even in school. Though Prompto is able to heal his emotional wounds in his own ways, Luna’s injury makes it hard for her to forget that day, and is plagued with nightmares, as well as a newfound hatred for the Empire.

Not long after the attack, King Regis declares a peace treaty with Niflheim, which doesn’t help any with quieting the rage within her. Now, Luna sees the royal family as no better than the empire, and her hatred now has a new target: the king.

Several years later, Luna and Prompto begin high school, and a new student is introduced-who is none other than Prince Noctis, heir to the Lucian throne. Everyone is abuzz with excitement and awe, even Prompto, who seems to bode no ill will towards the royal family despite what had happened with their parents. But Luna can’t help but feel her rage resurfacing when she lays eyes on Noctis for the first time. He’s quiet, reserved, and even politely tries to make peace with her, but to no effect. She uses him as her own personal scapegoat for her unfulfilled need for vengeance, picking on him and beating him up every chance she gets. Multiple detentions and suspensions later, their rivalry is known through whispered words throughout the school.

In a somewhat surprising turn of events, Prompto and Noctis get along quite well, and despite Luna’s personal issues with the prince, Prompto wishes to make amends, even going so far as to tell Noctis about their family’s troubled past with Niflheim and Luna’s accident that led to the death of their mother. Noctis sympathizes, now seeing Luna’s rage in a new light, and vows to do everything he can to help her through her grief.

After that, Noctis no longer puts up a fight. He lets Luna verbally and physically abuse him, hoping that it’ll help her work through her personal feelings. She sees it as a sign of surrender, and thinks that he’s giving up. It would be another year of torment before any sort of change would occur.

One night at a party, Luna gets particularly riled up (and belligerently drunk), and goes about her usual routine of talking down to Noctis and throwing several punches. Only this time, the two are inebriated beyond recognition, and Noctis’s mind is elsewhere. After a while, Luna angrily demands him to hit her back, scream, shout..to do anything other than sit there and take it. Rather than giving in to her demands, he looks at her with empathetic eyes, leans in to kiss her, and simply says: “Do what you need to do.”.

Luna is shocked by his actions, and through the lens of impaired judgment, that night ends up a hateful, passionate mess of intensity. Through their shared actions and newfound intimacy, Luna now sees Noctis in a new light: he’s not some monstrous, inhumane descendant of royalty. He’s human, just like her. Despite being intoxicated beyond belief, she takes notice of the scars on his back, similar to the ones she bears on her lower stomach.

The next day, when they both come to, Luna realizes what actually happened the night prior, and has, to put it mildly, an internal crisis. Despite this, she swallows her pride and proceeds to have a very awkward conversation with Noctis, who seems just as confused (and hungover) as she is about how the whole thing went down. They both agree never to speak of the incident again, promising to keep it a secret between the two of them.

Though initially hesitant, Luna ends up asking Noctis about the scar on his back she had seen, and he tells her about the accident he had as a child, wherein his mother died saving his life. Luna takes this to heart, realizing that the two are more alike than she ever imagined, and voices her regret towards her initial treatment of him. He tells Luna that he knew all along about her past, and wants to help her make things right, even going so far as to promise an audience with his father, the king.

Through time and trust, Luna works through her grief with the help of Noctis, and an unexpected friendship forms from their shared life experiences. What had begun as an initial bitter rivalry turns into something more understanding, and in time, the two become inseparable.

And that’s the gist of the backstory!

I tried to condense it as much as possible, but there are some things I didn’t touch on. This blog is mostly for myself to keep track of story bits and pieces, though I hope to eventually turn this into a full-blown story. More posts to come about the present day, as well as how Luna ends up as one of Noctis's Crownsguard with the other boys!

Thanks for reading!<3

[stygiovictoria]

ffxv au where luna takes ravus with her after kingsglaive and they find the bros real fast and they camp together and shenanigans ensue but there are a few less bad events than canon 🙏😋

[midgarmosquito]

Detective Ignis AU! Just something that popped into my head the other day. He'd make an amazing detective, no?

This is just a little summary / concept. I did write a couple chapters, but me and finishing fics... or posting them at all... 😅

After an accident involving a coeurl or ten, Ignis Scientia had lost his sight. His hunting career is over. His tracking skills and his sheer intellect put him on a new path - one of an aspiring private detective.

But he has to start small. Like, really small. No more than 15cm tall, in fact. His first case is a dead frog. His first client is Sania the looney scientist. And his first clue is a scent - a sharp, acidic scent hanging over the bloody pond.

His only help comes in the form of occasional sarcastic comments from Noct, a mysterious young hunter. Noct's from "nowhere important" in the country of "mind your own business". His terms are simple. He escorts Ignis on his investigations. He gets a cut of the profits, along with any loot they acquire in the wild.

Noct is always ragged, shirt button eternally on the verge of falling off. He lacks manners. And friends. And any kind of acquaintances in the area, as far as Ignis can tell. The one thing he doesn't lack are weapons. And rage - strange, almost ethereal rage, always burning behind those dark blue eyes.

He's almost too suspicious. And yet, he's Ignis' first suspect. Obvious isn't always wrong.

What would be wrong is making out with said suspect in an abandoned shed on their way home from questioning a local fisherman.

As stories start to unravel and masks fall off, Ignis is forced to reconsider whether he really is starting small, or uncovering revelations that will shape Eos' future.

[pink-linoleum]

his ass is NOT waking up for any alarm not even portents of a coming age

[lioma-gaming]

Prompto, to Ardyn: „Hate to break it to you, but y’know, Aranea really can’t stand you.“ Ardyn: „Can’t say I’m surprised.“ Gladio: „Is there anyone who can stand you?“ Ardyn: „I believe you know the answer to that question already.“ Gladio: „It’s that bad, huh?“ Ignis: „One would think the Chancellor of Niflheim had better public relations.“ Ardyn: „Mind you, I get along great with the public! Niflheim politicians, on the other hand, are predators. It takes an unusually great amount of pretence and backstabbing to survive among the high and mighty. I understand that not everyone approves of such methods.“ Prompto: „Oh, that explains so much! Like, all that teasing we had to endure.“ Ardyn: „That was no teasing. I was merely … nudging you into the right direction.“

Onwards (to Altissia) - The Path To Freedom

[sayuyuv]

Just the chocobros working regular professions in an Alternative Universe~ prints available here

[writermich18]

FFXV AU - The Dragon Who Forgot

Sometimes out of the corner of his mind's eye, he can remember. He sees something that reminds of him of who he once was,, what he once had, what he lost, the good things... and of the bad things. Those memories and glimpses just as quickly leave, leaving him grasping at straws and grains of sand.

Sometimes strange humans - men and women - in a mix of black, white, silver, and gold come to help him. Some stare and weep, some bring gifts, some clean him up and care for him. He likes the red-haired man who came often, once. He doesn't anymore. The Time Dragon wonders why.

He supposes he already knows why.

The Time Dragon stares at the latest of the humans who wear black and silver who came to visit. A young woman with green eyes and wild curly blue-black hair he knows is impossible to tame but doesn't know why he knows. She is the Crown Princess of Lorule, Princess Regina Lucis Caelum she introduced herself as. Lorule, the Kingdom his sister dragons told him the red-haired man founded, now ruled by a mix between the red-haired man's descendants and his late Prince brother's descendants. A switcheroo that takes place once every century if the Time Dragon recalls correctly. It must be the Lucis Caelums' turn then.

She is holding something out to him, he leans in close to see, curling closer around her and her companions to better position himself. The Time Dragon gives a slow blink. The item in her hands is a flower crown, so big she has to raise it above her head just to be seen and nearly toppling to the side, her Shield forced to catch her and help her balance herself.

The Time Dragon purrs, delighted at the pretty colors, putting his head down and letting her clamor on top to put the flower crown on his head. That was the moment when the impression happened. It startled the Dragon and nearly tore his heart at the memory he once again lost, causing him to lurch up and away. The companions were startled and yelling out in shock and horror. A tear gathered and fell from the Time Dragon's eye, going off into the distance. He shrieks again in pain and grief, not hearing the startled cries of the young princess still on his head. He flies away into the sky, not hearing or seeing Regina's Retinue giving chase.

...

Regina held on to one of the horns of the Time Dragon, but where she had been terrified initially, now she looked around with nothing but awe.

"This is how you see the world now, Grandfather?" She questions softly. "It's... beautiful." And sad. She can see the scars on her home, her land that the Scourging Blight and Nieflhiem's War caused much clearer up here. But she can also see the wild, nature reclaiming what was lost to the Upheaval and its Blight thousands of years ago. The efforts from her people to encourage the land to grow and fix the damage done. Her teacher and the Council are wrong. They are getting it all back, the efforts aren't for nothing or a waste of money and time. The War is just slowing things down.

Regina shakes her head, clearing her thoughts. She can't be focusing on that right now. She needs to find a way down.

The horns are rough, scaly and not growing correctly. When was the last time someone groomed him? She wondered. Luckily, she had been planning on doing some maintenance before he took off with her. She can do his horns and spike at least, the scales and claws will have to wait. She'll have to do it fast before he brings her up into the sky portal, past the cloud barrier so she'll still be able to jump down and safely glide to the ground... Or jump into a lake because, like an idiot, she forgot to put her glider into her armiger.

Regina gets to work on filing the horns and getting rid of those shards that grow out of the skin surrounding the spikes, like how nail shards grow from the skin instead of the nail, causing irritation and itchiness for the dragons. Once she's gotten everything, she puts everything away including the shards and horn pieces, and waits until the Time Dragon is flying over the Lake, which luckily isn't too far from the Lake Caravan they had been resting in only a day or two ago.

She jumps, plummeting down the ground below. She can practically hear the lecture Weskham, Cid, Titus, and Clarus are gonna give her once she's back with them. She adjusts her flight until she's just above the middle of the lake, immediately switching to a diver's position to not belly flop. She hits the lake and immediately swims to the surface. She starts swimming to the lake beach just as the Regalia comes skidding to a spot in the "parking lot" nearby (more of a resting stone-paved cul-de-sac for sightseers and broken down cars than a parking lot). Her Retinue runs to the shore, waiting for her and helping her out of the lake once she's close enough.

Later, even as she's lectured in the way back to O' Ric Funa Lake Caravan, an idea pops into her head. It's been a good few centuires since the family's tried to bring their many-greats grandfather back. With her quest to stop the Prophecy, maybe they can try and save Grandfather as well, bring him back to them, back to Uncle Ardyn who now-a-days can no longer see the Time Dragon, having lost the child-like wonder of his early days as King and then losing his good heart once he finally lost his battle against the Scourge. That had been the final straw on the camel's back, the moment when he completely gave up and became the Adagium. It was the moment he realized he couldn't see the Time Dragon or of the dragons anymore. Regina can only hope her reckless plan will work, that the family will finally get to heal and the brothers reunited. It's the only plan she's more uncertain about than any of her other plans.

She'll definitely need to talk to Sylva about speaking with their Allied Gods, regarding a way to reverse dragonification.

Oh, she can't wait to beat the crap out of the Draconian for what he did to her family! She's certain her ancestors, both her sister line's and her own line's, will gladly help her.

[kicksnscribs]

the comic strip this belongs to will forever stay locked away but my god i'd be lying if i didnt say Noctis' face didn't make me laugh each time i look at it