#calamity unwritten au

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Calamity Unwritten part 6 - personal problems

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My FFxivWrite2024 Entries

This is the first time I’ve done the FFxivWrite challenge - or indeed, any writing challenge for that matter! And when I began, I was torn between doing completely new and self-contained stories or writing scenes from the middle of the elaborate AU timelines I already had in my head.

So in the end, I went with a mix of both kinds of story. 

For explanations on the various (Fordola-centric) AUs I write, including a list of the To Catch a Falling Star scenes in chronological order, see this post here!

And for a list of all entries I did for this year’s challenge, see below! 

TL;DR: Lots of Fordola/Lyse, with a scattering of other NPC/NPC ships too. I’ve made it my goal to write each of the top 10 F/F NPC pairings at least once, plus some even rarer ones besides!

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Week 1

1. Who wants to steer the Reaper? (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse, M'naago)

M’naago begrudgingly goes hunting with the Skulls, only to discover she has more in common with Fordola than she thought.

2. Narrow Horizons (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse)

Fordola struggles to tempt Lyse with freedoms she already has.

3. Visitors to the Tempest (Canon-adjacent, Ryne/Gaia)

The illusory Hythlodaeus welcomes Ryne and Gaia to Amaurot.

4. Uncharacteristically Reticent (8th Umbral Calamity, Fordola/Lyse)

Lyse can’t quite hide how much Fordola’s execution has been affecting her.

5. Stamps from across the Star (Canon-adjacent, Arenvald/Alphinaud)

Arenvald reflects on his collection of letters - most of which are from Alphinaud.

6. Those Fleeting Halcyon Moments (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse and Fordola/Yda (one-sided))

As Lyse and Fordola lie awake, Fordola reminisces about her feelings for Yda.

7. For a Morsel of Acceptance (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse, Charlet)

Lyse goes grocery shopping and discovers that being accepted as a Skull has some downsides besides the obvious.

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Week 2

8. Wicked Hearts Aligned (The Empire won :(, Yotsuyu/Fordola)

After the Ala Mhigan and Doman revolutions both fail, Yotsuyu receives a new bodyguard.

9. Field Notes on Misija, Part III [Lend an Ear] (WoL was out fishing, Fordola & Misija)

Field Note style "transcript" of Fordola visiting Misija in her cell.

10. A Stable to Hubris (Canon-adjacent, Sadu/Cirina)

Cirina and Sadu investigate Magnai’s mysterious new “horse.“

11. Surrogate Hero (Canon-adjacent, Alisaie/Tesleen)

Alisaie and Tesleen during a brief, peaceful moment of rest.

12. Take our quarry alive! (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse)

After being taken prisoner at the attack on Rhalgr’s Reach, Lyse attempts to escape.

13. Butterflies atop the Butte (Canon-adjacent, Lyse/M'naago)

M’naago takes Lyse to explore a hidden forest.

14. A Telling Emotion (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse)

Lyse is jealous of Fordola's new gunblade, though not in the way Fordola expects.

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Week 3

15. A Nostalgic Adventure (WoL!Fordola AU, Krile)

Krile finds a strange crystal in Galuf’s office.

16. Third-rate Azem (WoL!Fordola AU, Krile & Fordola)

After defeating Elidibus and returning from the First, Fordola has some pointed questions for Krile about their shared abilities.

17. Sally forth, to endings unwritten (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse)

Lyse makes her own choice as she and Fordola flee the Resonatorium.

18. Not hackneyed if it's from you (Canon-adjacent, Krile/Tataru)

Five times Tataru designed a Pictomancer outfit for Krile.

19. The Girl Whose Hand Was Taken (Fairytale AU, Yotsuyu/Yugiri)

Yugiri encounters a young Yotsuyu, in the style of a creepy fairytale poem. Or possibly a dark folk ballad.

20. Aftermath of a Duel (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse)

Specula Imperatoris falls and Lyse becomes a commander… but not the way it happens in canon.

[Dawntrail spoilers!] Bonus snippet: Lyse about to duel Wuk Lamat

21. A Different Shade (Canon-adjacent, Y'shtola/Zero)

Y’shtola and Zero hanging out and having a very definitely academic conversation.

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Week 4

22. Of Parents, and of Family (Canon-adjacent, Krile & Wuk Lamat)

[Dawntrail spoilers!] Krile and Wuk Lamat discuss some feelings about being adopted.

23. Walking on cloud nine, trying not to look down (Canon-adjacent, Athena/Hegemone)

One possible (and very lesbian) explanation for why Hegemone kicked off the whole Pandaemonium plot.

24. Plans Hatched Behind Bars (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse, Conrad)

A lucky chance affords Lyse and Conrad another opening to escape - at the cost of Fordola’s life. Lyse comes up with a different idea instead.

25. Innocence in Perpetuity (Canon-adjacent, Wuk Lamat/Sphene)

[Dawntrail spoilers!] Having burned her bridges with the real thing, the Endless Sphene contents herself with simulations of how her relationship with Lamaty’i might have gone differently.

26. Zipping around the Hinterlands (Canon-adjacent, Lyse/Y'shtola)

Before the colony is abandoned, a very young Lyse and Y’shtola get up to trouble in Sharlayan.

27. Falling through memory, hand in hand (WoL!Fordola AU, Fordola/Lyse)

After Elidibus’s starshower awakens Lyse to the Echo, Fordola starts behaving strangely around her.

28. Deleterious Relations (TCaFS AU, Fordola/Lyse, Anamika)

Just when things seem to be going right for Lyse and Fordola, everything suddenly goes very, very wrong. Or: Lyse fails to prevent a primal summoning.

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Two More Days!

29. Changing Tack (Canon-adjacent, Merlwyb/Kan-E)

When the Admiral receives a message from the Elder Seedseer taking her to task for her reckless actions, she knows how to read between the lines.

30. Two heads (at each other's throats) are better than one (insufferably self-absorbed) (WoL was out fishing, Fordola/Yugiri(?))

Yugiri and Fordola get off on the wrong foot, and now it’s Lucia’s headache to deal with.

[tribaloflight]

((Tag drop while nobody is on/ Reference for people who don't play XIV. For players, they will be self explanatory in most cases. Tags are usually expansion names or related to expansions. For post expansion content, it will be the title of the first patch released post launch At least until the end of the patch cycle where it will likely shift to the end patch. Only exception is 1.0 (although I doubt it will get any use) which is based off the album title

before meteor- 1.0

A Realm Reborn- 2.0

Before the Fall - (Post ARR)

Heavensward- 3.0

The Far Edge of Fate - (Post HW)

Stormblood - 4.0

A requiem for Heroes (Post SB)

Shadowbringer - (shadowbringers)

Death Unto Dawn - (Post ShB)

Endwalker - (6.0)

Newfound Adventure (Post EW)

Dawntrail - (7.0 after it is released)

Journey to Eos (XV)

Arrival in Valisthea (XVI)

tales of loss fire and faith (headcanons)

warrior of crack (crack)

questions of a warrior (memes)

Azem's musings (OOC)

Edit: forgot a few special ones:

Dragonsong's reprise (A special AU built on the alternate timeline from the Ultimate raid of the same name where Haurchefaunt was saved at the Vault from being killed, and the series of events that led to the fight against Dragon King Thordan)

Unwritten Future (The unwritten future of the Eighth umbral calamity where Etherys has had societal collapse due to Black Rose being released by the Garlean empire and Rasada works with the remains of the Garlond Ironworks to find a solution to reverse the course of history.)

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[trappedham]

My AUs/Projects (updated regularly, except I'm slacking lol)

Everything is under the cut bc it got too long :P

Ik I have it in my bio but I'm pinning this post again for easy access while I whip up master posts for each of my aus... and a masterpost for those masterposts, probably. again, for easy access

Bizarro Ninja

- Kai centric

"In the fight against the Bizarro Ninja, Kai gets dusted by his Bizarro counterpart."

Unwritten

Written in Stone AU

(Aka, the most developed one. Still subject to retcon/change)

- Morro + Lloyd centric

"After being pick-pocketed in Jamanakai Village, Morro takes pity on the brat and adopts takes him under his wing, as his master once did for him."

Some drabbles written, subject to change/retcon (need to link all drabbles and shitposts for this au here. Also playlists?)

Masterpost/doc in the works

Master of Creation! Morro AU

- Morro (+ maybe Lloyd) centric

"For better or for worse, Morro inherits his master’s legacy and raising the Green Ninja until his time comes to defeat the Overlord."

Unwritten

Need to link playlist(s)

"Dark Souls" Ninjago AU

- Morro + Lloyd or Ninja centric

"After a great calamity leaves the balance tilted, the Realm of Ninjago descends into darkness."

Unwritten

(Lmao I have so many Morro + Lloyd centric AUs, can you tell I have a lot of Green Cousins feelings?)

Smith Sibs Angst AU

- Kai + Nya centric

Instead of leaving the two kids to fend for themselves, Krux strategies to keep them apart.

Security Breach 3 star ending/"Human" Freddy AU

(Aka Thing I Don't Have A Name For then again do I have a name for anything around here?)

- Freddy, Gregory + Vanny centric

(Vanny and Vanessa are most likely the same person in this AU but that might change later)

We're ignoring that canonically, Freddy doesn't have a body in this ending- just. He keeps his body and he, Gregory, and Vanny(Vanessa?) leave the Pizzaplex together. Angst/fluff. Also slice of life and found family.

Masterpost/drabble in the works

Maria Lives(?) Or something AU (Sa2)

(Very basic name, I'll find a better one for it later. Probably.)

Maria + Shadow centric

I'd write a proper description for this one if it wasn't a very rough basic idea. Also I just love these two alot and they stole my brain. That's okay I didn't need it

Sonic 06: Original Timeline + Rewrite (unofficial title)

Uhh pretty much everyone gets a role so. Everybody(?) centric?

Rewriting sonic 06 just a bit, and also exploring more of the doomed timeline

Doomed Timeline/Original Sonic 06 Timeline

Shadow centric, and maybe some Silver too

Hey, wouldn't it be funny of Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) came after Sonic 06. Haha jkjk... unless? 😳

Shadow The Hedgehog (2005) Rewrite

Team Dark centric

Yes this is yet another au/fic project centered around found family dynamics what about it

Somehow accidentally made a Sonic X oc so now Shadow has his own scrappy kid

Shadow + Original Character centric

Ya so I started watching Sonic X, just finished s1 fantastic amazing that season finale was just *chefs kiss* literally I am. Dying for Shadow content even tho it don't come until season 2 and boy we are. Speedrunning the adventure games huh. Anyways I accidentally made an edgy teen oc so now I'm sticking them with Shadow and they have to put up with each other and also I love them. Uhh oc introduction soon? As soon as I've got some good 💪art💪 for them...

SatBK but make it gae and the plot make sense

Probably Sonic and Shadow/Lancelot centric. Possibly Sonadow.

I finally watched a playthrough of SatBK and I have Opinions but I'll be merciful and spare you the wall of text. Straight to the business, I desperately want to do SatBK some justice bc God help me it's called Sonic and the BLACK KNIGHT- istg if the "black knight" is supposed to be "king arthur" im gonna. ITS SHADOWWW ! !!! I'm nothing if not a Shadow truther and he and Sonic should've had an enemies to friends frenemy bromance arc SEGA PLEASE- also there's some fuckery going on with the plot but thats not important

Sonic Western AU

technically omniscent?

mostly an excuse to put sonic characters in silly hats and costumes.

Shadow's Mixtape AU

Team Dark centric but mostly big sis/lil bro Rouge and Shadow

something something Shadow missed out on a lot since he was asleep for 50 years. Rouge takes it upon herself to catch him up on the times... with a mixtape. Things dont go as smoothly as the bat would hope...

(yes, fic/drabble and playlist in the works)

IDW Metal Virus arc AU

Sonic and Shadow centric (obvs but this is technically omniscient)

Just a big fat excuse to have the two but heads but have to begrudgingly work together to Fix Things I just. Ough theres so much to play with I'm a kid in a candy store rn I'm just gonna go HAM >:DD

Strays AU

Shadow centric, lots of fluff

Shadow seems to have a habit of collecting strays... and they aren't just cats.

Projects & stuff

- The Idea TM

- WiS! Morro (Serpentine War Era)

- MoC! Morro

- Ronin wip?

- Finish Elemental Team Up

- Come up with a better name for Bizarro Ninja AU T-T

- TAG YOUR SHIT MARS T-T

- Written in Stone Masterpost/Infodump

- WiS: the Vengestone Situation

- should probably link all of the WiS!AU drabbles here, just to have them all in one place..

- 3 star au masterpost/general content

- baby Phos pentest doodle :P

- Valentines day shitpost

- Valentine's day shitpost (late) 😭😭 girl help

- all of my aus probably need a masterpost of their own...

[chiafett-moved]

💡💋💕 <3

Hello, Terra! Thanks for the ask.

What's the weirdest thing you've been inspired by?

Hmmmm I'm not recalling anything super weird right now, but I tend to plot AUs around whatever mindless thing I'm doing for any longish stretch of time. This means lots of gardening and gym AUs during the summer, lots of hockey AUs back in high school, etc. I don't think the concept itself is weird, but I think the oddly specific AUs I come up with are a bit weird lmfao (which is why many stay unwritten/unpublished).

Fuck marry kill three of your own fics.

Oh boy here we go. Fuck "Tachy" because the energy there seemed to vibe with a lot of people. It was my first real foray into Fox and Wolffe, and I really enjoyed reading it.

Marry "Lighthopping," obviously.

KILL "In Which Several Things Unravel At Once." I'm not even going to link it. I only keep it up because some people seem to like it. It's SO bad. This fic haunts me. "In Which Several Things Unravel At Once" my beloathed.

What is the WIP that you're most excited about?

Ugghh I'm busy with Life Day gifts and I don't have a ton of WIPs right now. HOWEVER I have been fleshing out a few Hunter ideas. One of them is the alluded-to Hunter NSFW fic which I will not get into now but includes Fennec/Hunter. The other is a long-ish fic about Hunter in the immediate aftermath of the end of season one. You all know I love a good autistic Hunter fic, and I want to write about him getting burnout. It’s hard being the “put-together, high functioning” autistic, especially when things go to shit.

I’m also working on two one-shots from @calamity-aims‘s fic “their days are darker,” which is really cool!

Thanks again, Terra! It’s always a pleasure getting asks from you :)

[dainty-baneberry]

Prompt #17: Fade

She ran. 

High heeled boots making sharp staccato clacks against the stone floor as she did. 

The hallway, built for people much, much taller than she, was a skillful jigsaw puzzle of precision cut stone, barely restraining the blue glow of the Crystal Tower's inner marvels. 

The pinnacle of Ancient Allag, it was once the seat of power to Emperor Xande but it was very different occupant that Dainty sought upon her second venture in to the monolith. 

A massive gilt door blocked her path. She knew from experience it would resist all attempts at parting the two halves of the intricately wrought design. 

Unless one happened to be holding a soul crystal which contained the blood of the sole remaining heir to the Royal Allagan Bloodline.

With it in her grasp, her head momentarily bowed over it the massive doors gave an uprising glow, then slid apart with nary a whisper.

The familiar interior greeted Dainty as she strode in.

Granite floors and stone plinths. Blue crystal and gold. 

And an Allagan teleportation cube, large enough to ferry even the massive bodies of Xande's court where the needed to go within the sprawling, labyrinthine structure. 

As she crossed the threshold she knew she would not find that which she sought at the top of the tower. 

Even as a brash youth of 24 he would never assume to sit in Xande's throne. That had never been his way. She would find him in a side room or similar.

Perhaps the Occular in which the Crystal Exarch had held court existed in this version of the Tower and she might locate him there. 

On swift feet she moved, the Tower silent but for the sound of her heels. 

Dainty had never liked G'raha Tia when they were first acquainted, she would be the first to admit it, and he the second. His eccentric, playful nature had ever rubbed the cynical, jaded Dainty wholly the wrong way.

She had spent a large portion of their early acquaintance possessed of the desire to hurl him from the top of the Crystal Tower to check if he would bounce. But even she had been forced to respect the grave decisions he had made at the end.

To seal himself in the Tower, possibly for eternity, to ward it against any that would use it for ill. 

His choice could very easily have been naught more than a death sentence.

Perhaps in their saved timeline, with the Eighth Umbral Calamity averted, it now would be.

The G'raha Tia whom had entombed himself had imposed not only improbably but utterly impossible conditions to awaken him; Eorzea meeting, and exceeding the technological marvels of the Allagans.

Even the Imperial Garlean Empire, which was the foremost technological nation on their Star was no where near the dizzying heights that the Allagans had managed. 

An eternal sleep that you cannot be woken from was no different than death when it came down to it and thus was what G'raha Tia would have consigned himself to. If not for the soul crystal Dainty carried. 

Up she went, booted feet no longer ringing against the stone as the lower levels gave way to carpeted ornate catwalks and trellises that were more decorative than functional. 

It was branching off from this main thoroughfare that she found him. 

G'raha Tia, laid out on a simple plush ottoman that was meant for a being many times his size.

If Dainty had to guess she would have pegged it for something Scylla might have once rested her feet upon while lounging, when the braying of her hounds grew too much to bare. 

He looked for all the world to be simply asleep, laying lightly on one side, one arm tucked under his head for a pillow. His light, relaxed breathing made it seem as if his sleep was not so deep that he could not be woken easily. 

Dainty knew better than that. 

Just as the doors would not open without his blood, nor would his body come to life without an external means. Biggs III, in the far future, had managed it with a piece of technology that rivaled that with the Allagan's created. 

Dainty held no such thing, only the soul crystal, which she gently placed beside his inert form.

He looked so young to her eyes. She had grown accustom to seeing him as the Crystal Exarch. Red hair stained with white at the ends, and a myraid of blue crystals running jaggedly across his skin. 

This G'raha Tia, just 24 summers of age, had never merged his body with the tower to prolong his lifespan and, if Dainty had anything to say about it, he never would. 

She knew the memories and soul of the Crystal Exarch would attempt to leave the vessel and take up residence in G'raha Tia's body, just as the soul crystals of the Scions had done so for their bodies when placed beside them but there was a key difference in this instance. 

This was not the restoration of memory and soul to its correct, yet empty physical home but a Rejoining. Dainty had every reason to believe it would work, however. Just as Ardbert’s wandering soul, a shard of her own, had been laid over hers there was no reason, in Dainty's mind, that the Crystal Exarch's soul should not easily merge with that of G'raha Tia. 

For they were one and the same soul. 

The soul crystal began to betray the tell tale signs of animation. The familiar white glow swelled within it. 

It would have surprised the Scions to see her climb up on the dais next to G'raha Tia to sit beside him. She settled in, knees bent up and resting her elbows on them comfortably.

She was a Warrior, to her very core. Stoic, oft silent and much more likely to remove herself and lurk in a dark corner than remain close by someone's side. She had never been an affectionate person, nor one much given to provide physical comfort. 

Her method of giving aid or succor was in her strength. In the putting down of whatever was causing someone harm, rather than in a gentle touch or embrace to soothe them. 

But she respected G'raha Tia in a way that was very, very rare to the Au Ra Warrior. As she had grudgingly respected his choice to seal up the Tower with himself inside so she had grown to appreciate him as the Crystal Exarch. At almost every turn she found herself understanding why he made the decisions he did, for they were the same ones she would have made if the situation was reversed. It was no coincidence, the Exarch had fully admitted to always keeping his reverence for her in his mind and hoped that he could someday live up to even a fraction of her legend. 

As the last light of the crystal began to fade G'raha Tia began to stir. 

Bright red eyes blinking through the blue glow, trying to piece together where he was and who he was.

He blinked again, struggling against the sudden confluence of memories in his mind as where there was once only 24 years of knowledge there suddenly existed an entire life time and more.

Lyna. The Crystarium. Sin Eaters. Emet -Selch. Elidibus. The Scions. The Light. The Dark. Astral and Umbral Calamities. It all whirled in his head. Around and around and around until ... "Raha?" ... a rarely heard voice. She spoke so little, usually only when asked a direct question. Nor was she much given to say his name with clear affection. She was prone to sarcasm and dark humor so to hear such gentle tones from the Warrior of Light; it was enough to cut through all else in his mind. He turned to look at the woman sitting beside him as the confusion started to fade. "Ah." He gave a small relieved sigh. She was been blue with white hair and eyes when he saw her last, on the First and now she was gray with dark eyes and hair. Yet he would recognize Dainty anywhere, no matter what form she took; "There you are, my friend." She was utterly unable to put everything she felt into words to hear the Exarch's voice greet her.

His Rejoining was successful. The Scions were all restored. G'raha Tia was restored. It was over. It was all over.

A small laugh escaped her. Then another, and another as G'raha Tia started to laugh too. He could honestly say he had never heard Dainty laugh before, not in the past nor present nor unwritten future. It was fully contagious. It echoed around the chamber, bouncing off all the blue crystal to ring in their ears. At the same time they both leaned forwards to press their foreheads against one another as their laughter faded around them. Eyes closed they leaned against the other. Words seemed utterly superfluous yet both felt the need to acknowledge the bond of an intense shared experience. And express their relief that they had both survived.

[dat-town]

love black, lips red

Characters: Hades!Yoongi & Persephone!You

Setting: greek mythology au

Genre: angsty

Warnings: implied sexual content (+ one line about animal sacrifices)

Summary: “I wanted darkness… I wanted him.” sequel to bed warm, hearts cold

Words: 2k

I couldn’t resist because I live for the angst. Also I’m blown away by the love bwhc got. I hope the sequel doesn’t disappoint. Happy birthday to our lovely genius, Min Yoongi! ♥

To this very day, you still remember the pain when you were ripped out of Yoongi’s loving arms. You remember your father’s rage, you remember it all too well. You still ache, heart bleeding black love as you stare out of the marble window. The Sun, shining blindingly bright and delightful, hurts your half-lidded eyes so you look away because there are no blinds or curtains that can shield you now, no salvation from this torture, a prison you know too well. You miss the vast darkness of calamity dearly, the calmness and the silence. You miss the way the stone floor felt cold under your bare feet, the silk of the sheets and you miss, oh you long for the heart made of anger and solitude that only beats for you.

"Shush, my child, it's for your own good," Demeter tells you in a light voice, fake smile blemishing his motherly features. She comes every morning to see you in a suite of a diamond palace you can't escape. Brushing your hair, she tells you stories of misguided innocent souls. Then she braids your soft locks and tucks flowers behind your ear. She doesn't care that it hurts, that your heart is breaking into smaller and smaller pieces with every inhale you take outside of the kingdom of death.

It is supposed to hurt. They claim it happens like this, that it’s a sign that you are healing, transforming back into the obedient daughter you were meant to be in the first place. They keep telling you the distance is the cure to get rid of your false thoughts. They believe that the God of Underneath brainwashed and manipulated you but they are wrong, so wrong. They knew nothing about you. Yet they call you Kore fondly like you were a child and you loathe its implications, the pet name of a maiden. So every night, before sleep claims you and sprinkles bittersweet dreams over your eyelids, you close your eyes and remember.

You remember the softness of his touches on your delicate skin that treated you like glass and porcelain. The hands that gripped you firmly like you were his, the sharp white teeth that marked you, the kisses that left bloodstains behind and you never loved anything more than being under his control and knowing that you had the same disarming effect on him. The glint in his eyes was pride as you sat on your throne beside him. It was made of dried roses, tendrils curling around the metal and it smelled like nothing on Earth. Just like Yoongi who was made of blood and bones and something dark that you loved deeply, madly. No matter how many sunsets passed he was engraved in your skin and that immortal, still-beating heart you had.

No matter how much your parents tried, how much they threatened or begged, they couldn’t erase the other god’s touch off you. Never, you swore because it was the mercy in eternity: you had all the time in the world and for Yoongi you would have waited centuries.

“Please forgive her. She didn’t know what she was doing…” Demeter murmurs, shedding the blood of innocent animals on an altar built for the God of Thunder. You scoff.

She of the Grain, the loving, worrying mother you once knew is now your prison’s guard, always keeping an eye on you and praying for your impure soul. Like you were somebody who should be saved from doom.

However, you wanted nothing more than those black cells, the burn of iron on your touch and the screams echoing in your ears. The power you found and had there, in that damned place itself, might have intoxicated you but you wanted it back. You wanted the life you chose over the one that was assigned to you.

“I don’t need your prayers,” you snapped at your mother grabbing at your dark clothes you refused to change to the colour of rebirth. Yoongi had gotten these gilded robes only for you and called you Queen, called you love when the night black dress matching your souls fit perfectly on your curves. His touch burnt through the layers but you enjoyed its warmth, bathed in the flames itching closer as his cool lips touched your throat.

“Zeus won’t forgive this disobedience if you don’t beg for it,” your mother warns you harshly, teeth gritting and you launch yourself onto the small altar of the room shoving its decorations away.

“I don’t care,” you cried frustrated, fingers crashing a rose in your fist until nothing but damaged petals paint your skin red. Lighting strikes outside, flashing angry white over your skin, shaking the walls, signalling that Zeus was indeed listening. “What’s the worst he could do? Kill me? Death sounds a lot better than this prison. Or will he exile me? Then why did he bring me back in the first place? Don’t you see, ma? I don’t belong here.”

Ever since you were a little child, growing up among gods and goddesses of harvest and prosperity, you knew you were different. You were the error in the perfect system, the mistake of an unwavering structure, the flap of the butterfly’s wing that could cause a hurricane on the other hemisphere of Earth. Oh, Chaos, the father of everything, would have been so proud of you. You craved finality of things instead of this boring infinity. You fancied destroying more than creating and that, that made you feel sick. Because what was wrong with you?

“Nothing,” Yoongi would have whispered into the seam of your lips. Loving and kind, sweet like death is for the tortured souls. “There's nothing wrong with you.”

And beside him, you really didn’t have to pretend nothing at all. You could be yourself, you could be angry, you could be at your worst and Yoongi loved then too. He loved your flaws, your mundane needs and naive wishes.

But Goddess of Harvest is relentless. Despite your resistance, she still thinks you aren’t a lost cause but you are, at least for her and the purposes she wants, you are beyond help. It isn’t until the cherry trees bloom that she has to realize that every action had a consequence. Just because she is a goddess and Zeus is the head of gods, they are not allowed to do anything without atonement. Nobody can go against the sacred rules of the world. One cannot just claim something that belongs to the Underworld because the darkness will reclaim it back. And Yoongi wanted you back.

It starts with blackouts, disgust of food and then you can’t make the flowers bloom anymore. Greenery dies under your footsteps and Demeter, she is horrified. She keeps you hidden in your room fearing the havoc your downfall might bring but this act angers the people even more. The farmers think their corns lose their value because you aren’t there to relive them. They have no idea of your new powers of destruction, the way you suck life out of any living thing you touch. It should terrify you yet you only laugh because the humans whom your mother tried so hard to please now despise her and do not make more ritual offerings for her altar. She blames you and pleads to Zeus to do something, anything but they are both helpless. Ancient laws like this can't be played out.

It takes a while for them to understand that you aren’t from around here anymore, that they can’t keep you here, can't make you bring spring for them. Your heart and soul, they draw you back to the Underworld, to your king.

"The leaves are falling and the nature is dying," Demeter watches the colourful leaves swirling around in the wind and the grief in her voice is familiar. It's regret and surrender, the recognition that she lost.

"Don't worry, mother. I will come back when it's time. But I will come on my two feet and I will be welcomed like a queen and not a kidnapped daughter," you tell her standing up and this time, the doorknob doesn't resist. The door's wings part in front of you and you follow the darkest ray of sunshine to the edge of mortal world.

You greet the Styx like you greet a lover, lips touching the surface of the deadly water and murmuring confessions. However, before you could cross the river, hands from your dreams grab on your waist pulling you back. You fit perfectly onto the wide chest you lean against and gasp at the sensation of chapped lips pressed to the underside of your jaw. It takes your breath away, suffocating you in the best way possible.

“Little bird… you came back,” a raw sigh escapes Yoongi, its exhale fanning over your neck dressing you in goosebumps as you relish in the feeling of his arms caressing your middle keeping you close like he never wanted to let you go. Not ever again.

“I will always come back to you,” the promise slips your mouth like the light always finds its way in the darkest tunnels and the waves crash onto the rocky shore. It almost hurts how true these words are, how unalterable they are. It may have been the seeds of pomegranate, the taste of Underworld that overpowered the will of higher deities and brought you back. It might have been for the unwritten rules nobody could break yet you would have crawl your way back here anyway.

“Have you been searching for me?” you turn around in Yoongi's embrace to face him and the yearning so clear in his onyx eyes catches you off guard.

“I looked everywhere. I turned the world upside down. I wanted to break down the walls of Olympus to get to you but they didn’t let me. They kept you locked away from me,” he admits and your heart shares his misery.

“I'm here now,” you whisper like a secret and standing on your tiptoes you kiss the God of Dead on the mouth. It feels like the first gulp of water after thirst or the first inhale of fresh oxygen after drowning, it tastes sweet like spring and bitter like the blood that rushes in your veins. It’s everything you’ve missed and more so you let yourself get lost in him.

You may spend half the year up on the surface, watching as the first snowdrops peep out of the frozen ground and heat scorches through the fields on hot summer days. But you are back in the realm of darkness during wine harvest and when the temperature drops below zero. You take spring with you and give it to Yoongi as you make love. You breathe life in him and plant love into the scratches on his back that your nails leave. You bring new hopes and kiss him like it's a first, eager and hungry. With swollen and split lips you swear you can taste his devotion on your tongue.

“I missed you,” he groans into the juncture of your throat every single time and draws colourful flowers all over your body with his mouth, tongue lapping over the bruises and marks you wear proudly as accessories adorning the canvas of your figure. And you will remember it, his whispered words, how it felt murmured into your skin, the pleasure and pain, all of it when eventually you will have to leave again. So that you will never forget.

And after six lunar months spent missing him, when you come back and he traces a finger on your naked waist as you lie naked on his bed, your bed, in his arms, you finally, finally feel at home.

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Calamity Unwritten Part 8 - Zelda's training

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notes on past and future link

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— Calamity Unwritten Masterpost —

Two years ago, Link woke up in a shrine and discovered the world had ended without him. After traveling across Hyrule to try and put the pieces together, he is left with just one memory to recover— How he died. But when a tiny guardian opens a portal through time to the moment he lost, Link finds he might have the chance to change his past. At least, for one version of the world. The life he made is still waiting in the future, and he might not like the person he used to be.

Part 1 - Memories

Part 2 - We meet some friends

Part 3 - Treasured

Part 4 - Speaking with Zelda

Part 5 - Links abound

Part 6 - Personal Problems

Part 7 - Return to Camp

Part 8 - Zelda's Training

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Bonus 1

Bonus 2

Bonus 3 - Notes on Past and Future Link

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yaaay zelda news have some calamity links.

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In another time, another place

There’s just something about characters speculating how their lives could have gone differently that is pure catnip to me! Especially characters where, but for a few key choices, they might have wound up as a hero rather than a villain, or vice versa.

Now combine that with having an NPC cosplay alt, meaning that I spend a not-insignificant portion of my FFXIV playtime wondering what that character would think about lots of random stuff.

End result: an entire menagerie of Fordola-centric plot bunnies! This post will be an attempt to corral said bunnies into a form that’s at least somewhat organized. It will also grow over time as I add writeups for new AUs if and when they become relevant to what I’m posting on this sideblog!

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To Catch a Falling Star: Instead of leaving for Doma, Lyse spends Stormblood infiltrating the Skulls, with the ultimate goal of convincing Fordola to defect to the Resistance. When your army gets decimated, just steal the other guy’s one, you know?

Eventual Fordola/Lyse, with a complicated enemies-to-lovers arc.

Note that I'm writing scenes from this as they fit the FFxivWrite prompts, not in chronological order. So here's a second list, with the entries listed in the order they occur in the timeline (though there are still large gaps and lots of missing scenes I haven't done yet!)

Take our quarry alive!

Plans Hatched Behind Bars

Narrow Horizons

For a Morsel of Acceptance

Who wants to steer the Reaper?

Those Fleeting Halcyon Moments

A Telling Emotion

Deleterious Relations

Sally forth, to endings unwritten

Aftermath of a Duel

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WoL!Fordola AU: Not WoLFordola like the ship, WoL!Fordola as in the original Warrior of Light, the Meteor Survivor who fought at Carteneau, who destroyed the Ultima Weapon, who ended the Dragonsong War… he died to Zenos at the end of Stormblood. Oops!

Now Fordola is the only one left who has the fighting skill needed to even have a chance of filling his shoes.

This is the timeline I’m basically writing as I take my alt through the MSQ. It starts out as a continuation of TCaFS (so technically TCaFS is one of my WoL’s backstories in a roundabout way haha). But it gets even weirder. Fordola might be the new WoL, for example, but it’s Krile who is the shard of Azem!

Fics in this AU:

A Nostalgic Adventure (end of Eureka)

Falling through memory, hand in hand (during 5.2)

Third-Rate Azem (after 5.3)

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WoL was out fishing, Fordola did the sidequests instead: Not an AU so much as a common premise I use. Fics in this series assume that everything is the same as in canon, including there being some non-specific WoL (maybe even your WoL!) who exists and follows the normal MSQ. However, while they’re busy offscreen somewhere, Fordola is forced to pick up the slack for them and do sidequests where she doesn't usually appear.

My first FFXIV fic (Sympathetic Resonance aka "why is Fordola in Eureka?") would be part of this series, as would my WIP Sorrows of Werlyt fic.

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8th Umbral Calamity: Shadowbringers never specifies whether Lyse and Fordola are killed by Black Rose in the bad timeline. What if they weren’t? Lots of fun (and by fun I mean tragic) ways that could play out!

Originally, this was going to be a kind of Apocalypse/Road Trip AU, with Lyse and Fordola traveling through a Black Rose-devastated Ala Mhigo and trying not to to kill each other before they reached Cid and the Ironworks.

Then I was writing an FFxivWrite entry and realized it would be interesting to combine it with another AU I had, where Fordola gets executed by the Resistance and winds up accidentally bodysharing with Lyse…

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hi! for your calamity unwritten au (LOVE IT btw) i was wondering how old post calamity link is compared to pre calamity link ^^ are they around the same age? or is post calamity link way older?

My timeline for them in the AU is pretty consistent across other times I draw or write them -- I usually headcannon Pre-Calamity Link as around 19-20 and Zelda 18-19 (when her bday happens in the cutscenes), and then after the 100 year nap I think the events of BOTW happen over the span of 2-3 years. I love the thought that Link needs a good while to figure out who he is again, regain his strength, and explore the world and all the things he forgot before he's ready to face Ganon again. (And is maybe still putting it off.. just a tiny bit.. as he side-quests around Hyrule)

Since the comic starts when he uncovers his last memory flick, Future Link is probably about 22 or so! (122 technically). and Past Link, since it's right when everything goes wrong, is probably 20ish

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Calamity Unwritten AU Part 4

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drew this instead of the next page of the comic

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Imagine if Links blessings still work and he just summons lighting from the heavens and everyone is just like “.......What the fUCK?”

ok but that’s what i’m thinking right... revali calls him a half washed hero or somethin and he fucking. calls upon his future self’s spirit... i think about it

also i need a tag for this time travel au. a link to the past would be a cool name but unfortunately that one is taken lmao