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brosura · 7 years ago

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what is written in the stars

Word Count: 2013 Rating: T Summary:

for @ffxv-ladiesweek (VERY, VERY LATE I AM SORRY)

Day 2: Luna and Stella growing up together

“Which of them will be the Oracle?” people ask their mother after smiling at them, kindness and hope in their eyes.

They don’t understand why their mother’s eyes are almost sad when she answers, “We shall see.”

(ft. my hopes and dreams)

When they are children, it’s difficult to tell them apart.

They share everything. The color of their hair before Stella’s will darken. The blue of their eyes. Quirks and preferences. White clothes that match.

They share memories together, share an afternoon in the field of Sylleblossoms, barely tall enough to see over them, running after a laughing Ravus. He always smiles in their memories.

They share a bed at night - hesitant as they are to be alone - huddled close together as their mother reads them stories about gods and kings and a grand destiny.

“Which of them will be the Oracle?” people ask their mother after smiling at them, kindness and hope in their eyes.

It is a word they don’t understand, a question they can’t comprehend. They don’t know that their mother is being asked which of them will be shackled to fate. Which of them will be burdened with a weight that can’t be shared.

They don’t understand why their mother’s eyes are almost sad when she answers, “We shall see.”

When they are eight, Stella finds that there are people that only Luna can see.

They are in the gardens on a bright summer’s day after escaping their guards and Ravus, weaving grasses and delicate flowers into crowns. It is only after they’ve finished that Stella notices the second one in Luna’s hands.

“Is that for mother?” she asks, then laughs as a thought occurs to her. “Or for Ravus?”

“No,” Luna answers with a smile, then gestures to the empty space beside her. “It’s for her.”

Stella blinks, but doesn’t say anything. It wasn’t uncommon these days to find Luna speaking to herself, acknowledging someone that wasn’t there. Ravus had told their mother it was just an imaginary friend, a moment lost to an active mind. Stella didn’t miss the way their mother’s smile was knowing.

But Luna, as always, reads the confusion in the split second.

“You can’t see her?” she asks.

And Stella can only shake her head.

“What does she look like?” she asks in return. In secret, she hopes that if Luna tells her, she’ll be able to see it to.

“Beautiful,” Luna answers, breathy and full of wonder. “Like a fairy.”

Later in life, they learn that she is a messenger of the goddess.

When they are twelve, the young prince of Lucis visits them to heal from an attack on his life.

Neither of them have been chosen yet, so they both see to his recovery as part of their training. He’s good for company, a fast friend. They haven’t met many other children their age who aren’t told in hushed tones by their parents, “Show respect, those girls are the Oracle’s blood.”

But Noctis laughs and listens and stumbles the way they think a normal friend would. He listens earnestly to Luna’s stories and flusters when Stella gently bullies him for any number of small things. His father ruffles their hair when they all pass by together on the way to the gardens or the libraries.

They like the Lucians.

So it isn’t with the usual weight that the question comes to them as they sit about in the fading light, talking about the stories from their childhood.

“If- If I’m the Chosen,” Noctis stumbles around the words, and Stella knows he’s thinking about the question he wants to ask, still isn’t sure how to form it. “Which of you is gonna be the Oracle?”

“For that,” Luna answers after sharing a smile with her sister. “Neither of us has been chosen yet.”

“Either way,” Stella says with a teasing grin. “We both have the Oracle’s blood. There’s magic enough in either of us to push you along if you get lost, little prince.”

But even as she says it, Stella knows who will be chosen between the two of them. Between the two of them, it’s Luna who has always had the strongest magic, the brightest light.

When they are twelve, Stella knows that her sister will become the Oracle, and that she will be the knight at her side as they fight for their great destiny.

When they are twelve, their dreams of a great destiny burn with their mother and their home.

When they are twelve, Lunafreya is unflinching as she cradles her sister in her arms while Imperial soldiers surround them, lowering guns until they can see down the muzzles.

When they are twelve, Stella feels warmth coming from her sister’s hands, can feel the hole in her shoulder from a stray bullet closing, the pain fading until Ravus’ wails in the distance become clear as day.

When they are twelve, Stella knows that her sister will become the Oracle, and that she will protect her from the evils of this Empire, of this world.

When they are thirteen, Luna takes to the libraries, takes to the tutelage of that woman Stella can’t see, her only remaining mentors to guide her on the path of the Oracle.

When they are thirteen, Stella takes to the sword.

When they are sixteen, Luna receives the blessing of the Oracle and with it, the entirety of their mother’s burden.

Stella is there for her afterwards as she shakes in her arms. Luna doesn’t cry out loud, she is stubborn in that way, but Stella can feel the moisture soak into the cloth of her shoulder as something cold and painful curls in her chest, squeezes.

She never anticipated having to protect Luna from her own duty, from the visions that came with being the Oracle. From the nightmares of the future.

“I don’t,” Luna chokes and sucks in a few heaving breaths before the next words spill out of her mouth, soft and afraid. “I don’t want to die. I don’t want either of us to die.”

Just hearing it is enough. Hot rage fills the cold places. The pain becomes searing, motivating.

“Then you won’t,” Stella says, fervent even as her voice shakes with emotion. “Then you won’t.”

And Luna doesn’t say a word, but she takes in another heaving breath and the arms around her sister stop shaking, cling tighter.

When they are sixteen, the two of them share the burden once more.

When they are twenty-two, Stella sees the woman who appeared to Luna as a child.

It’s a tense situation, the Empire had caught whiff of their plans to escape in the chaos of the Lucian treaty and Stella had only just managed to race to their home to warn Luna. They were moments from escape, steps from the extraction point Stella had arranged an airship to meet them at when the woman appeared before them seemingly from nowhere. Long black hair framing a serene face, eyes shut and smile enigmatic.

She’s beautiful. Like a fairy.

“Why now?!” Stella shouts out all her rage and frustration for their past and their future. For the cruelties of the gods and their messengers. “I’m not the Oracle, why show yourself to me now?!”

The woman smiles that serene smile. “You may not be the Oracle, child, but you still share the Oracle’s blood. The Oracle’s fate. Do you wish to overturn it so readily?”

“Gentiana,” Luna answers, holding Stella’s rage back with one unshaking hand on her shoulder. Her voice is firm and steady. “Let us pass. We know the future we seek is a difficult one, but if fate truly must be overturned for this painful cycle to end, then this is the path we must walk.”

“Dangerous words,” the woman says with that inscrutable smile. “But I have watched the two of you for many years, long enough to know that you fear not the danger.”

“I fear neither danger nor you,” Stella insists, drawing her blade and ignoring Luna’s quiet plea of her name.

But Gentiana’s smile never falters, grows almost imperceptibly wider. “Strong hearts, strong minds, such is the blessing of your family. Danger you will face, but you are well equipped to face it. The girls I see are strong enough to reach the end of the path they seek.”

It is certainly not the answer they were anticipating. Stella frowns and looks to her sister to find a mirror image of surprise etched on her face.

It is Luna who speaks first, tentative and hopeful, “Is this your blessing, Gentiana?”

“That I cannot give you, regardless of what my wish may be,” the woman says and for the first time, her smile breaks into the beginnings of a frown. “But I can make you a promise: should you walk down this path, the world will change. Everything and all. I cannot say how, only that you should be ready.”

“And we are,” Stella spits. “Now get out of our way.”

Luna scarcely has time to scold her before the doors burst open and Stella curses under her breath.

She tightens the grip on her sword, blood roaring in her ears. Luna’s hand on her shoulder tenses and she knows her sister must feel the same as the noises of the men who have come to capture them surround them, loud and harsh, a cacophony of footsteps and shouted orders.

Then suddenly, it is still.

Stella is the one who chances a look over her shoulder, hand still steady on her blade. What she finds is a room full of soldiers, guns drawn and ready for battle, frozen in place.

The breath of bewildered confusion she releases is visible in the chill of a room coated in ice.

“This is my last gift to you, blood of the Oracle,” the woman says, startling Stella out of her reverie. “More will come, but for now at least, you have the advantage of time.”

“Thank you, Gentiana,” Luna says, hurried and urgent, and grabs her sister’s to drag her by the hand.

But Stella frowns and pauses as they move to pass the woman.

“Why?” is the only question she manages to ask from the overwhelming sea of them in her head.

“I have lived a long time, and the question I find myself asking the most is the very one that you have asked me,” Gentiana says with that same enigmatic smile from before. And yet, somehow, this one feels real. “Perhaps it is time for the age of the Crystal to end. Now, go. Overthrow the fate you are chained to, forge the future you wish to see.”

When they are twenty-two, Stella asks Luna in the airship that takes them from the battlefield that had become of their home, “Who was she?”

“The goddess Shiva,” Luna answers, her tone just tinged with annoyance as Stella blanches before her. “Now you see why I tried to get you to stop.”

“She was an obstacle,” Stella tries to shrug despite the realization like ice on her back. The men who came for them were frozen in seconds. “And a blessing, I suppose.”

“A blessing indeed,” Luna says, and it is genuine.

The line of her back is no longer the tense and taut thing it always was when they were on the ground, when they were prisoners in their own home. When they navigated the maze of the Empire with the threat of death hanging over them always.

Here in the air, they don’t have to be the puppets of the empire.

Here in the air, they are not the Oracle nor the general.

Here in the air, they are sisters.

They are free.

“Where to, princesses?” their pilot calls back. Despite her claims of purely monetary interests, Aranea had readily accepted when Stella had come to her, desperate and afraid, with orders that would make her an enemy of the empire. She would have to find a way to thank her, someday.

“The capital of Lucis,” Luna says, a determination in every word. “And then, in time, to the Disc of Cauthess.”

When they are twenty-two, they escape the chains of the Empire and the fate they are tied to.

When they are twenty-four, they forge the future they have wished for all their lives.

When they are twenty-five, they watch the sunrise.

me, lounging on a roof in my leather jacket: hey maybe if luna had any kind of emotional support she would have been more resistant to the gods telling her that the only way to a happy ending was to die. anyway, death of the author and all that and thank god for aranea

anyway, hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs appreciated!!

#my fic #ffxvladiesweek #ffxv ladies week #i forgot the fuckin tag #i'm So mcSorry bc these are all gonna come very late hauheuhuaheu

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domesticfluffsimulator · 7 years ago

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Retreat

@ffxv-ladiesweek day 2!!

Prompt: Stella and Luna growing up together (+ focus Gentiana) Wordcount: 397 Rating: Gen

Technically, Gentiana always came for Luna, but there never was a moment when the two little girls were separated.

Stella loved seeing the messenger appear out of nowhere, always silent, always unannounced, always welcome. She loved the sweetness of her voice, the fluidity of her moves, the sobriety of her clothes. She loved how she crouched next to them and explained, always so patient, always so sensible, that Lunafreya had a very important mission to do when she grows up. She didn’t get into details much, but the little girls often extrapolated about what the role of Oracle could entail exactly. They could see their mother, saying the mess and writing speeches and being constantly surrounded by her court; but it was difficult to know where the Oracle ended and where the Queen started. Their case was very different. Each of them would get only one role.

“I will have a sword!” Stella said, moving her empty hand in the air as if fighting a horde of enemies. “I will lead the army and protect the kingdom!”

“You will indeed,” Gentiana said. “Protecting others from danger is the role of the kings and queens. But you will not be on the battlefield. Kings and queens stay away from the fight and call for the retreat if they deem it wise. Your brother, probably, will be leading the men.”

“What?” Stella screamed. “Unfair!”

“What does it mean, call for retreat?” Luna asked, raising a flower for Gentiana to take.

“It means giving the order to stop fighting and come back home,” Gentiana answered, putting the sylleblossom in her long, dark hair and drawing a happy giggle out of the little girl. “The ruler of Tenebrae has the mission of protecting the citizens. If the fight seems to hard, if the victory can’t be obtained, it’s their role to tell the soldiers to put their own lives above their honours or the honour of their land. It is a very important decision to make, and a very difficult one. Because it’s rare that someone can tell how the battle will go once it’s started. And even the most trained generals and strategists can not always predict exactly the outcome of a fight.”

Stella made a thoughtful noise.

“Then I will become the best strategist that ever existed!” she claimed, proudly.

Luna and Gentiana both laughed.

“Of course you will.”

#ffxvladiesweek #ffxv gentiana #stella nox fleuret #lunafreya nox fleuret #worldbuilding #mine: fanfic

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a-still-small-vox · 7 years ago

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Luna's inappropriate crush on the goddess Gentiana has left her feeling isolated and lonely. And worse, Gentiana has noticed that Luna is avoiding her.

Written for FFXV ladies week day 1: Worship/Goddesses

(rating: M; tags: Goddesses, Developing Relationship, First Time, Cunnilingus, Foreplay)

#ffxv #ffxvladiesweek #gentiluna #fanfiction #writing #events #worthy

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mako-lies · 7 years ago

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Finished my first (of hopefully two) fic for @ffxv-ladiesweek. This is for day three, focus on Luna :D You can read it here or on AO3.

A Welcome Interruption (ffxv, luna/sania, g)

Lunafreya stumbles upon Sania Yeager on her way to the Disk. She never thought she'd have opportunity to meet the brilliant scientist.

The threat of daemons emerges as the stars do. Luna sights the blue smoke just in time, and thanks the knowledge of the havens she carries in her blood. Since the Fall of Insomnia, she’s had precious little time to rest.

(More weight to carry. She fears she may buckle under it before her destiny is completed. Still, she wears the hair pin proudly. Nyx’s words still ring within her. And of dear King Regis, she has but the kind memory of his smile and the Ring she must bear to Noctis.)

A chill wind tears through the gauze of her dress. Intended for diplomacy, it would not have been her first choice for travel attire. Gentiana’s voice is gentle as ever Seek the haven. Though it be blessed by Oracle blood, it will grant you, too, temporary succor.

Fire-smoke trails lazily to the sky. Perhaps hunters make camp here. She hauls herself onto the flat, runed rock. A small table has been erected beside a tent. Nearby—surprisingly near—frogs croak and croak. Luna thinks perhaps they are at the haven, though why they would be…

A distracted woman with a red hat and pigtails like twin clouds busies herself at the table. She murmurs, “Has to be yellow next, no doubt about that.”

Luna hates to impose, but she has seen nothing so inviting as that fire in a long, long time. “I apologize for disturbing you, but might I warm myself by your fire?”

The woman gazes at her with furrowed brow. Intent. A stunning focus that seems as though it can fill Luna to bursting. If she is surprised, her countenance doesn’t show it. She is beautiful, with warm brown skin and warmer eyes that are so vibrant they nearly make Luna weak to her knees. (Or, Gentiana laughs as she reminds her perhaps it is but simple want of rest and sustenance.)

“Well, it’s no imposition if you don’t interrupt my work. Still, not every day the Oracle comes to Duscae.”

Luna sits on her knees far enough enough from the flames that they cannot lick her hem. “Thank you. Might I have your name. As it seems you already know mine.” Perhaps Luna is interrupting, but the heat seeps into her, and it’s lovely enough that even the bitter taste of smoke cannot remind her of—

“Sania.” There’s a long pause, and then Sania sighs. “Science normally waits for no one,” she says, almost accusingly, but before Luna can apologize, she continues, “But it’ll make an exception. Just for tonight—and don’t you go spreading it around, or every stray prince and princess will think it’s okay to waste my time!”

There is some poorly veiled message there, but Luna is too stalled to parse it. Sania Yeager? Could this be the Dr. Yeager? The woman whose reports and studies made science magical all those days spent with her tutor? The woman who had connected her mother’s observations on the Starscourge and historical references to the Scourge with changes in the ecosystem? “Sania… Yeager? Are you actually Sania Yeager?”

“That’s me,” she says as she heats water on the camp stove. “But I’m afraid I’m not giving lessons at the moment.”

Luna laughs somewhat wistfully. Wouldn’t it be incredible to have the time? To learn and practice science as she’d dreamed all those years ago. The ability to connect the magick in her blood with empirical data? It cannot be, but still, she has lived a dream today—and beneath the exhaustion, giddiness makes itself known. It it muted, perhaps, by all that she must carry (the memories she holds), but still, joy is a wonderful thing. “I understand. I’m… merely a fan.”

Her words drift like blue haven smoke as Sania hands her a mug of chamomile tea. The simple act of kindness makes Luna’s eyes water. She cannot trust her voice not to shatter, so she nods her thanks. Insufficient. Sania grins at her. “Go on now. You drink that, and the soup’ll be heated by then. Isn’t much, but it’ll warm you right up.”

Sometime later, Luna blinks to realize that she has finished both tea and soup, and at some point, Sania had sat beside her and begun reading over thick packets of paper. “Thank you,” says Luna, feeling bleary. “You are very kind.”

“Back with me, then? Good. Why don’t you go sleep in the tent, hmm? Seems you have a long way left to go.” Sania pats her shoulder without looking up from her work.

It’s so soft. Gentle. Luna barely keeps herself from leaning into the touch. “I’m enjoying the company. I always dreamed I’d get a chance to meet you. I’m fascinated by science.”

“Well, I can’t fault you for that,” Sania hums in thought. “Nothing for it then. But how about you borrow some clothes? Yours are bit worse for wear, there.”

Luna can only accept. She is used to relying on the kindness of strangers, traveling between villages as she does. Did? Mere moments later, she is clad in soft, worn jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that reads “scientists do it with reproducible results.”

She stands behind where Sania is reading. “Thank you, for tolerating my interruption. Might I trouble you for one last thing?”

“You mean, apart from me getting you to the Disk in the morning?” How did she—? “Don’t look so surprised. There’s only a handful of things in Duscae that would bring the Oracle. And one’s still at that Chocobo Post.”

Luna flushes. “Thank you,” she says, again.

“Now, what else did you want?” Sania gazes up at her with that soft, intent look again, and Luna—well, she’s only human.

She settles beside Sania and carefully rests her head on her shoulder, tense as she waits for rebuff. Instead, Sania puffs a laugh. “Oh, is that all? Well. It has been awhile for me, too. Married to my work, they say. Let’s get you settled, then. So I can keep at it. You know how it is.”

Sania rearranges Luna with gentle hands, until Luna is curled on the ground, and her head rests in Sania’s lap. One hand holds her research, the other combs through Luna’s now freed hair. Luna clutches her hair pin to herself as her eyes drag closed. “I always wanted to be a scientist,” she admits.

“Well, you’re in luck. Anybody can be a scientist if they do science. Sleep now, and someday, I’ll show you.”

And wouldn’t that just be incredible? More than anything, she wants to stay like this and get to know this brilliant, kind woman. But she drifts off knowing that, for now, morning must surely come and her destiny with it.

#ffxvladiesweek #sania yeager #lunafreya nox fleuret #ffxv fic #sania #luna #within the ruin verse #my fic #okay look #i really just wanted to write fic with luna fangirling over sania okay #final fantasy xv

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thisisthedungeonthatneverends · 7 years ago

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@ffxv-ladiesweek Day 2

Prompt: Girl’s Night Out

Rating: G

Pairings: N/A, Gen

Summary: Iris is having boy trouble, so Crowe takes her for a girls night out to cheer her up.

#ffxvladiesweek #fanfic #prompt: girl's night out #iris amicitia #crowe altius #gurls writing

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araneasgf · 7 years ago

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Lightweight

@ffxv-ladiesweek Day 2 - Girl’s night out / Luna and Stella growing up together

Rating: PG

Pairing: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Aranea Highwind

Word count: 1311

Summary: Luna realizes that Aranea had been right all along.

(Warnings for alcohol and food mentions)

Read on ao3

#ffxvladiesweek #ffxv fanfiction #Lunafreya Nox Fleuret #aranea highwind #igwrites #it's day 2 on the east coast lol

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ffxv-ladiesweek-blog · 6 years ago

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Hey!

Sorry we forgot to announce the beginning of this week but you can start sending your submissions!

It seems the tumblr mentions are acting up again so the safer way to get your post to be seen is to link it under this one. Thank you for your understanding!

#ffxvladiesweek #mod post

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treya-barton · 6 years ago

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Day 3 of @ffxv-ladiesweek :D The day 3 prompts are: A young Lunafreya training to become oracle. Character focus; Monica & Sania. I choose to write about Lunafreya and basically how she came to be Oracle and so resolute in her goal to save Eos.

#ffxvladiesweek #ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #lunafreya nox fleuret #gentiana #sylva via fleuret #ravus nox fleuret #Noctis Lucis Caelum #regis lucis caelum

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titusdravtos · 7 years ago

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Andrea Tivadar in ”IRRUPTION”

#andrea tivadar #fucking goddess #man i'm weak ~#my gifs*#also I'm gay #so can't wait for the ffxvladiesweek prompts

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leo-arcana · 7 years ago

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I'm actually gonna have 2 drawings for FFXV Ladies Week this week like what how am I being so productive with drawing

It's all the energy I should be putting into fics

#ffxvladiesweek #ffxv #leoarcana

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domesticfluffsimulator · 7 years ago

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Entry 3 for @ffxv-ladiesweek!

Prompt: World of ruin / Aranea mentoring Iris Wordcount: 473 Rating: Gen

“You’re not much of a spear kind of girl, are you?”

Iris let the weapon fall on the ground with a loud, metallic clunk and put her hands on her knees. Her skin was covered in sweat even in the brisk wind of the dark day, and her breath was too short to talk. Exhaustion seemed to roll over her in waves, trying to pull her down entirely. Astrals. She had been training with Cor, with Gladio, with Prompto some days; Iris thought she could take anyone at this point. But Aranea Highwind did not fuck around.

“Nah, really not,” Iris said with a grin once she managed to articulate something. “I’m not sure I’m a any weapon kind of girl.”

Aranea cocked her head on the side, considering.

“Can’t fight daemons with your bare hands,” she said. “That’d be a damn stupid idea.”

Iris choose not to mention the time she kicked a sahagin in the face repeatedly, until its skull broke and turned his stupid brain to mush. She preferred to move her legs to try and hide the remaining scars of its powerful jaw biting at her ankle. Though with the number of times Aranea had sent her flying and landing on her ass, she must have an intimate knowledge of every unjury covering the young girl’s body by now. No way she hadn’t let some more of her own doing, too.

“I’m good with a mass,” Iris finally offered. “Uses a lot of upper-body strength, which is kind of my territory. Amicitia genetics, you know… but it’s still not precise enough to my tastes. And greatswords are… well I only had Gladio’s ones to try, and they’re too long for me.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t thinking about a mass either,” Aranea said. “Nor a greatsword, by the way. Of course you can’t use stuff like that with your size.”

Iris had kicked the ass of every man who had mentioned this to her, but when Aranea said it, it didn’t sound as insulting.

“Come with me,” Aranea said. “There’s something I think you should see.”

Iris followed, curious, and Aranea took her to her airship, where her men were busy transporting huge boxes full of food and weapons for the soldiers.

“Wedge!” Aranea called, her voice resonating inside the metallic ship.

A man stumbled out of the semi-darkness, frowning.

“Coming, coming! What is it?”

“We still got some of those imperial gauntlets you cleaned up last time?”

“Hmmmm-maybe,” Wedge considered, his eyes sliding from Aranea to Iris.

“Then find them and give two to the lady here. The best you’ve got.”

With a grin, she added:

“I want her to be able to punch me in the face with all the strength she’s got.”

And through the twists of her stomach, Iris realized that she really, really liked that woman.

#ffxvladiesweek #aranea highwind #iris amicitia #world of ruin #mine: fanfic

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