#gentiana x luna

[sylleblosscm]

@meldaciomartyr x

Luna is blessed that her journey has not been a lonely one. With Umbra and Pryna intermittently at her side, Ravus no more than a call away, the Empire following her every move, and Gentiana coming and going as she pleases, moments like these are rare - where she wanders into a new town, and is completely by herself.

A loud bark draws her attention, for it is not the bark she is accustomed to listening for. She turns, and what had been a serious train of thought is disrupted. There, undercover, lays a sleepy-looking brown dog, who observes Luna just as Luna observes her. She comes to kneel at the pup's side, offering a hand - knowing a little better than to try and pet her until she is entirely comfortable. Luckily for Luna, the dog settles quickly, allowing her to give a gentle scratch behind the ears. ❝Hello, little friend. It is a pleasure to meet you.❞ She hears footsteps approach, and glances up with a smile. ❝She is darling! Yours?❞

[everestentertainments]

One of those “What You’re Favorite X Ship Says About You” videos but with FFXV here’s what I got

Chocobros/Polyship Roadtrip: You are a SUCKER for silly boys and bromances and the found family trope. You agree the game has problems but gosh these four boys LOVE each other and that’s all that matters. You will now think of the last campfire scene and cry. This game got to you.

Promptis: You like the “idiot boys in love” trope the fact that they’re high school friends is a wonderful bonus.

Gladnis: You like couples you think would make great parents together.

Promnis: You are a fan of “Oh My God the Serious One Fell For the Silly One.”

Ignoct: You like the “childhood friends to lovers” trope.

Promptio: You’re like, really into height differences.

Gladnoct: You’re all about that Bodyguard Dynamic.

Lunoct: Every day you scream into the void about how much better these two deserved, hoping one day SquareEnix will hear you.

Lunyx: You’re also into the bodyguard dynamic but mostly you just like a Luna ship where she, as an adult, got to interact with the other party for an extended period of time.

Luna/Gentiana: See above.

Luna/Cindy and Luna/Aranea: You either are a lesbian, love and support lesbians, and/or since you’re out here shipping all the boys together, why not do the same for the girls.

Cindy/Aranea: You want a girlfriend who could kick your ass.

Highspecs: At first you just wanted to see two really hot characters kiss but now you’re like....invested and you don’t know what to do about it.

Regis/Clarus/Cor/Cid/Weskham and any combination thereof: This is kind of the same joke as Chocobros as you are a sucker for bromances, but really it’s just your kind of couple angst comes from regrets and nostalgia. Also you like DILFS.

Any Ardyn ship: You either find Ardyn an incredibly fascinating character and use shipping to explore that, ship him with characters while being self-indulgent and living solidly in AU land, or you just really want to fuck Ardyn.

Sorry for any ships I missed but this is what I got.

[nalle]

Wherefore does the lady weep?  Forgive me. I vowed to only cry where prying eyes cannot see the tears in mine.  Yet others need not hide their grief. Is she so different from them?  No… She is no different at all.

[platonicone]

Devotion - Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 21 - Betrayal

Once the trust is broken, can it ever be truly be regained? I wonder…

“Is it not your duty to forge a covenant with Astrals for the king of kings? Are you going to abandon your duty and destiny for a traitor? Choose wisely my Oracle for the fate of this star is in your hands now. It’s a covenant or him. Your choice.”

“Why must you do this?” she stammered, on the verge of breaking down.

“Because I will not let the history repeat itself. Bahamut will be avenged.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. This is the first time I am meeting you and you keep blaming me for things I don’t even know about. If you are so eager to fight, then fight you shall get.” Leon readied his gunblade and Ramuh his staff.

“Open your eyes and see for yourself, Oracle. Earnest repentance can wash away any sins, yet you see none in him. He still has no remorse raising his sword to the Gods. If he truly has the best intentions for our Star in his heart, then he would not defy the providence, he would embrace it. Your champion raising his weapon against the Gods is the same as you doing it. So long he does that I will not forge the covenant with you.”

“If your whole strategy for giving out blessings is forcing your choice on someone, then you are no God of mine.”

“So, you do remember what you said last time. It is precisely this rash attitude that made you fall from grace. There will be no exile this time for I shall end you now!”

“Bring it on, old man. Come on Luna, we can take him down.”

‘This is not fair! Ramuh wants to punish Leon, and he is not even allowed to fight back? Moreover, I cannot even defend him? Does he expect me to just stand and watch Leon die? He is practically asking me to trade Leon’s life for a covenant. No God can be this cruel.’

“Get ready Luna, here he comes,�� he warned, Luna but she remained unmoved.

“Luna?” he said again, but she did not respond.

‘Should you raise your weapon to defend him, there will be no covenant,’ Ramuh’s words played back in her mind.

Leon called out to her again, but she did not respond to his calling. She shook her head slightly.

“Oh,” it suddenly dawned on him what this meant.

“I see. So, that is your choice?” He asked somberly.

Luna still remained unmoved; her eyes cast down on the floor below. Her silence was painful. He felt like she had stabbed his heart, even without moving. He was very familiar with pain, but this felt different on a whole new level.

“I guess, I am on my own now,” he remarked disappointedly.

She remained unresponsive. The only thing that moved was her tears streaking down from her eyes to her cheeks.

While Leon was distracted by Luna, Ramuh used this opportunity to strike him with a bolt of lightning. The power of Ramuh was such that even his rubber suit couldn’t shield him entirely from the damage. Another thunderbolt followed, even more intense than before, knocking Leon off his feet easily.

All the while Luna just stood there with tears in her eyes. She knew that Leon as a warrior could hold on his own against Ramuh, but it was what Ramuh said that worried her. ‘Your champion raising his weapon against the Gods is the same as you doing it. So long he does that I will not forget the covenant with you.’

She knew Leon was not going to hold back.

Knowing that there will be no support from Luna, Leon shifted his attention to Ramuh. Ramuh sends down lightning from the sky, which he dodged multiple times. To counter Leon’s agility Ramuh brews a storm of lightning encompassing the entire opening in the cave. It was going to be a guaranteed hit.

Leon saw the storm materializing and realized that there was no escaping this one. He noticed that Luna was still standing unmoved.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to help me, but at least get out of the way,” he yelled. Luna was lost in her thoughts completely detached from the events unfolding around her.

“Urrghhh,” he groaned and dashed towards Luna. Just as the fury from the sky descended towards them, he covered Luna, taking the brunt of the attack. That seemed to wake her up. “Oh, I am sorry,” she apologized before moving out of the harm’s way.

Before Leon could recover from the last attack, another lightning nailed him. The explosion from the blast sent his body flying across the cave. He collided hard with the solid rock wall of the cave. Another lightning bolt followed angering Leon.

“This is enough,” his heart beat faster, a mind unclouded of any thoughts, and the time seems to have slowed down for him. It was time for his limit break. He readied his gunblade and dashed towards Ramuh. He dragged him gunbalde along the ground, sending sparks flying from it. Luna had seen this attack before, it was going to be an uppercut slashing the enemy bottoms up.

Leon was only a few strides away from Ramuh when Ramuh’s words echoed in Luna’s head, “Your champion raising his weapon against the Gods is the same as you doing it. So long he does that I will not forget the covenant with you.”

Just as Leon leaped up to deliver the blow, she screamed, “Please don’t.”

Leon’s instincts took over and he autonomously reacted to her words. How managed to stop his attack at the very last second, even he did not know.

He landed back on his feet as he heard her say, “If you attack him, then he will not forge the covenant, Noctis won't be able to fulfill his destiny, and everything would be lost.”

“There is a God out there hellbent on killing me and I am not even allowed to fight back? My healing magic is limited, so I can only defend so much. Which means this is going to be a war of attrition until I fall. Is this what you want?”

She had gone through many pains as a child, she had sacrificed a lot as an adult, but nothing compared to the amount of pain it caused her to say the next sentence. “I am sorry. This is the only way to save Eos.”

“Is this what you want?” he repeated the question.

“What I want is not of concern, it never has. As always, the only thing that matters is what I need to do. As an Oracle, I need to safeguard the future of Eos and its people.”

“Gotta admit. I am impressed. Blocking out emotions and making a pragmatic choice is something I can appreciate.”

He got out of his rubber hazmat suit.

“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised at Leon’s actions.

“I am fighting a war I cannot possibly win, so why prolong the misery? Ramuh, give me your best shot,” he challenged the Astral.

Without waiting Ramuh sends down a bolt of lightning. Leon screamed and convoluted in pain. Another bolt sends him flying across the cave. His limp body collided with the stone wall and fell to the ground.

“Gotta say that it is not befitting a God to attack an unarmed man,” Leon hissed, trying to get back on his feet.

“Neither is it befitting to betray the trust of the Gods,” Ramuh countered, hurling down another bolt of lightning.

Bolt after bolt, Leon was mercilessly being attacked by Ramuh. All Luna could do was to stand by and watch. She prayed and prayed and prayed for his torment to stop.

“I hope you know that you are punishing me for something I don’t even remember I am guilty of,” he stammered, getting back up on his feet using the wall as his support.

“Not remembering your sins is no grounds for forgiveness.”

“Haha, some merciful God you are,” he taunted Ramuh which only angered him further. He once again conjured another massive storm of lightning and thunder and unleashed it on Leon.

Leon was bruised, battered and bloodied, and yet he kept coming for more. Luna could not watch it anymore, so she closed her eyes. However, his screams would haunt her for eternity.

Leon was starting to lose his strength and his consciousness.

After the latest volley of attack, he just laid on the ground, unable to stand anymore. A puddle of blood formed quickly where he was lying. His back against the cold ground, his eyes fixated on the Astral who raised his staff for another attack, which he was sure would be his last. Half of his face covered with blood. He wiped some of the blood from his face and turned to see Luna wailing in the corner.

“Hey Luna, you made the right choice. I am not a fool. If giving up my life can save the whole planet, then I will gladly do so. No regrets,” he spluttered with whatever strength he had left in him.

“I am sorry. I am so so sorry,” she whispered amidst her cries. She had let a person she loved die, so she could fulfill her assigned duty.

“Don’t be. I am going to sleep now, call me if you need me and I’ll come back to you. Thank you, for everything,” he whispered weakly. He wasn't sure she heard him. He looked at her one last time and closed his eyes, waiting for the end.

He could hear clouds rumbling. He could feel the energy picking up. Blinding lightning conjured around Ramuh’s staff.

Luna was frozen, watching this horror. Ramuh hurled the lightning and Luna screamed and looked away.

Leon, who was phasing in and out of consciousness wasn’t sure if the lightning descended close to him or upon him.

‘Are we dead yet?’ Wondered his mind.

‘If you can ask this question, then you are not dead, you idiot,’ replied his heart.

‘How would you know? You have never died before,’ retorted his mind.

‘Touché,’ said his heart.

Leon suddenly felt like he was floating in the air.

‘My body feels like it’s floating in the air. I don’t know what’s going on. This is so confusing. I didn’t realize that death would be so confusing.’

He felt energy return to his body, as if someone had cast the world’s best curative spell on him. He instinctively opened his eyes and he was indeed suspended in air and the one healing him was Ramuh.

“Am I dead? Because this is so confusing. Ramuh was about to kill me and now he is healing me, I don't get it.”

Hearing his voice, Luna looked up and was dumbfounded to see him floating in the air. “What the?”

“It seems that my judgment was mistaken. I almost killed you and yet you did not raise your weapon. You were willing to sacrifice your life to save Eos. You really have changed, Squall.”

“Thanks?” he said, still trying to wrap his head around everything. “Wait, how do you know my name?”

“Forgive me the Fallen one. I have seen the folly in my way, the Oracle was right about you. Everyone deserves a second chance, even you. While I cannot heal your mortal wounds, I have blessed you with divine energy which will substantially aid your recovery.”

Luna smiled through her tears looking at Leon. She had to pinch herself to make sure this was not a fantasy. Ramuh gently glided Leon back to the ground.

“As for you young Oracle. I heard your prayers. I felt the pain of your heart. Your willingness to sacrifice the one closest to your heart is a testament to your commitment to your duty. You are an Oracle like none other. Fret not, for I shall forge the covenant with you. So long the chosen King finds me here, I will aid him, without any trial.”

“Thank you, Ramuh,” she said, wiping her tears and regaining her composure.

She stepped in front of Ramuh. With her trident in left hand, she outstretched her right hand to start the covenant. A gold lights begin to emanate from its body, some of which coalesce around her. The energy circulated around her for a few seconds before lifting her off her feet and suspending her in the air. The energy around her suddenly imploded on her. As her body absorbed the massive amount of energy, she screamed in pain. She descended to the ground and immediately collapsed on the floor.

Leon stumbled his way to her. Using Leon as support, she tried to stand up, but was clearly out to strength. He held her until she was stable on her two feet.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.

“Mhm,” she said, avoiding any eye contact.

They could hear the thunder roaring in the distance and soon the sky opened up. The torrential rainfall descended with unmatched ferocity.

“We should get out of here,” he suggested.

“Mhm.”

He just sighed. He was starting to hate this ‘mhm’ response.

They made their way out back to the area where they had fought off the Naga earlier. Neither of them said a word. Luna had not looked up from the ground at all.

While walking, she stumbled and lost her footing. Leon caught her in time.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm.”

Leon facepalmed hearing her answer. Leon deduced what was bothering her and said, “I don’t blame you for whatever happened inside.”

“You should blame me,” she said in a low voice, and started walking again, using her trident as support.

They had barely walked a few steps when she suddenly collapsed on the ground, losing her grip on the trident.

“Luna!” he rushed and kneeled next to her.

“I feel weak because of the covenant,” slurred her words as her eyes closed. “I am so sorr--” her eyes were shut close even before she could finish that sentence. Her body went completely numb.

Luna did not know how long she was out for but she felt her energy coming back slowly. She was starting to feel her senses return to her numb body.

Luna inhaled a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes. She lay there motionless as she slowly regained control of her senses. She looked at the ceiling expecting to see the sky, but all she saw was dimly lit enclosed ceiling. She realized that it was a cave. That realization jarred her memories as she recalled how she ended up there. The last thing she remembered was her body giving up as they made their way out after forging the covenant with Ramuh.

She turned around to get up and saw Leon lying there unconscious. With whatever strength she could muster, she crawled towards him calling out his name.

“Leon. Leon, wake up,” she said, getting close to him.

She did not know how much time had passed between her passing out and waking up. But during this time something terrible must have happened to Leon as he lay there unconscious.

She moved next to him and cradled his head in her lap. This was the first time she saw his face after the battle with Ramuh. He had cuts and bruises all over his body. His face had a big laceration around his jawline. He must have gotten hit somewhere around his head as there was dry blood around his forehead. She traced his face with her fingers, exploring every inch of it. It broke her heart that she did nothing to help him. But she would have to process all these emotions later as her priority was to wake him up.

She tried calling him, shaking him, sprinkling water on his face and even used cure magic on him. Yet, he did not respond to anything. Her heart sank and fear set in. She did not know what was wrong with him. She could see his chest rising and setting, which gave her relief that at least he was breathing fine. After trying everything she could think of, he still refused to wake up.

“What do I do now? I can’t carry him out of the cave on my own. I cannot leave him here and go get help. Should I just wait till he wakes up? But he is not asleep. I think he needs medical attention,” her mind raced along.

“Wait! Let me try to heal him,” she thought and immediately went to action. She gently grabbed his head and touched her forehead as golden light started emanating. “Blessed Stars--” her words got caught in her throat when she felt ominous hissing behind her.

“Oh no, not now,” she dreaded this timing.

“My baby… Where…” asked the hissing Naga.

Luna grabbed her trident and with its support barely managed to stand up. Her legs felt like jelly. Her hands were shaking and she barely managed to hold her trident. The covenant with Astrals siphon life at a rapid pace. It was a miracle that she even woke up. She was in no shape to stand, let alone fight.

The Naga lunged at her and it easily overpowered her. It attacked again and knocked her off her feet. She landed awkwardly on her side immediately howling in pain.

The Naga targeted defenseless Leon on the ground and lunged at him. Luna erected a protective shield just in time. “I won’t let you harm him. I will fight till my last breath. I’ve let him down once, never again.”

She conjured a quick blizzard spell to knock the Naga away from Leon. Casting a spell took a lot out of her. She could feel her energy draining. She got close to Leon so she could protect him better.

The Naga swiped with its massive tail knocking her off from her feet. She tried to stand up again, but her legs gave out and she fell next to Leon. She knew she was fighting a losing battle just like Leon had done a while ago. Fresh out of options she did the only thing she could. She cradled Leon’s face in her arms protectively and said her final prayers to the Gods above and erected a protective barrier with all of her remaining strength. Now she hoped for a miracle.

The Naga attacked, but the shield held it off. Instead of attacking again, the Naga started circling them patiently waiting for an opening.

Luna was quickly running out of energy and her barrier would disappear any second now. She knew the end was nigh.

Author's notes:

Every choice comes with consequences. How would Luna's choice affect her relationship with Leon? How would you react if you were in Leon's shoes? Hmm...

Please leave a comment if you have enjoyed the story so far. Would love to chat with some of my readers. Or at least say 'Hi' so I know someone is readying this. Thanks :)

[a-world-in-grey]

@raven-6-10

So the thing is. The only Fleurets with magic are the women. It's not a matter of them only training the girls, the boys just straight up don't have magic.

Mind you, the men are still as much 'blood of the Oracle' as their mothers and sisters, and it's not uncommon for their daughters or granddaughters to pop with magic, though it's not exactly common either. Tenebrae keeps as close an eye on their royal bloodline as the Lucis Caelums do, for similar reasons. I hc that only the Oracle/Oracle's Heir get Oracle training, but non-Oracle women of the family still have the magic.

On top of that, Besithia can't full on clone any of his Oracle samples - the chances of someone recognizing the dna 'donor' is too high. That's a political nightmare better avoided. So Besithia is splicing the Oracle dna with his own dna in this au, and cloning the resulting combinations.

There's two ways I can go about this, if I choose to make Prompto a Fleuret.

First, I can keep Prompto male. He won't have magic, but his daughters could potentially have magic, which is a very long way down the road panic attack if no one figures out that he's a Fleuret before that point and tells him. Prompto's still getting photobombed of course, and Pryna will still check up on him, but there's a chance Gentiana never says anything to the Nox Fleurets or to Prompto, because a secret branch of the Oracle Line offers extra security, especially after Niflheim attacking Fenestala Manor.

There's always the possibility of Sylva or Luna recognizing Fleuret traits in Prompto if they ever meet in Insomnia (because I still have no idea where my plot is going in the long run so it's a possibility), which has fun political fallout to deal with, depending on whose dna was used as Prompto's Oracle 'parent' - Sylva's parent, Sylva herself, or Ravus. (Ravus would be hysterical because Prompto would technically be Ravus' child, all of eight years younger than Ravus himself. Especially if Besithia used the X chromosome from Ravus in an effort to get the Oracle magic, therefore making Ravus technically Prompto's maternal genetic donor.)

Second option is I make Prompto a girl. In which case Prompto gets one hell of a surprise when she's in primary school. Her parents are probably partially if not chronically absent at this point, so the only person Prompto has to hide her magic from is her babysitter (which she definitely has because otherwise hello CPS) which likely isn't all that difficult.

Only, Prompto doesn't know she's adopted. Her parents were chosen because they were retired Lucian operatives that regularly operated in Niflheim, due to being able to pass themselves off as Niflheimr, so her mother is blonde while her father has light brown hair, both with pale complexions, light eyes, and somewhat aristocratic features that allowed them to blend into Niflheim's middle to upper middle classes.

Aristocratic features present amongst much of the nobility - Niflheimr and Lucian alike.

Prompto doesn't think she's an Oracle child. She thinks she's a Lucis Caelum.

After all, she's got magic. She's got bright blue eyes - where her parents have grey and green - and a bit of digging on the internet pops up a couple pictures of Queen Vita with a delicate scattering of freckles across her face and shoulders, just like Prompto, and not like Prompto's parents.

Which is really awkward, because the late Queen Aulea would've been barely pregnant with Prince Noctis when King Regis supposedly knocked up her mother, given the two months between Prompto and Noctis' birthdays.

Prompto doesn't say a word of any of this to her parents. She knows her parents used to work for the Crown, if not in what capacity, but she knows they don't anymore. But since they're raising Prompto and not the King, Prompto figures either the King didn't want her, or the King doesn't know. And Prompto has no idea what would happen if she came forward.

Sure, her parents are gone more often than not, but she still loves them! They're her parents. She doesn't want to get them in trouble or lose them.

Prompto resolves to make sure no one ever finds out about her magic, and to stay far away from the King.

A resolve that crumbles in the time it takes for Prompto to meet Noctis for the first time at school and decide to befriend her lonely half-brother.

What is Besithia doing in Spark!Ardyn au? Considering his pet projects got thoroughly torched by an annoyed Astral, along with his lab.

Besithia doesn’t strike me as the type to let an Astral throwing a hissy fit get in the way of his goals. Well, not for long, anyways.

Haven’t played through Episode Ardyn yet and it’s been awhile since I watched a walkthrough, but iirc Besithia books it either when the Royal Guard shows up to have a go at killing Ardyn, or when Ifrit wakes up pissed as fuck. Either way, Besithia is too busy running to avoid getting flambéd to see that Ardyn did not get immolated with the rest of the lab.

So with his lab turned to ash and charred and melted scrap - and assuming Ardyn’s ashes are in there as well - Besithia is back to not square one, but like, square two with his daemon experiments. Only now there’s the issue of Ifrit being awake, and that Astral isn’t known for being fond of humans.

And Besithia doubts he’s on the Astral’s Winter Solstice card list.

First Besithia has to fess up to the Emperor about his colossal fuck up - lost an expensive lab, lost the experiments he’d invested so much money in, and there’s now a pissed off Astral on the loose - and hope Iedolas doesn’t decide to cut his losses where Besithia is concerned. Besithia is in luck. Iedolas isn’t pleased with Besithia, but the Emperor gives Besithia a chance to mitigate his mistake by coming up with a way to counter an Astral.

So begin Besithia’s experiments into countering divine magic. With the added difficulty of finding a source of divine magic to test his results on.

Niflheim can already clone food, surely humans can’t be that much more difficult? Ardyn’s genetic samples all burned up in his lab, so Besithia starts with his own dna to perfect the process.

Once he gets that - the successful subjects are placed under observation to monitor development even as they are placed in various homes - Besithia moves on to acquiring a suitable genetic sample from either the line of the Oracles or Lucis Caelums.

Depending how long it takes Besithia to reach this stage, his options are Sylva’s Fleuret parent, Sylva herself, baby Ravus, Mors, or Regis. At which point Besithia starts trying to clone subjects in the hope of them inheriting magic so he can test countering divine magic on them. Instead of having to test it on a fully aware Oracle or a trial by fire on an angry Astral.

Only, it turns out magic doesn’t really play well with cloning attempts so Besithia’s gonna be at this for awhile.

[burrito-salad]

Quick Gentiana/Luna sketch I love these two with my life

[fattybeagle]

That new chapter 12 patch 😭😭😭😭😭😭 holy sh**!!!!

[pidgydraws]

12 your favourite AU for prompto x noctis? or 9 favourite wlw ship if you prefer!

HIGH! SCHOOL! A! U! 5! EVER~!!!!!!!!!!!!

non-magical high school AU that is. but fancy, super rich high school. think, like, Ouran High School Host Club fancy!

Prompto: 1st year - newspaper club photographer - adopted into wealth and feels incredibly shy and out of place at school - madly in love with Noctis but way too shy to do anything about it even though Noct goes out of his way to be around him all the time - loves photographing birds - owns two lutino cockatiels - goal after graduation: become a nature photographer (while traveling the world with Noctis)

Noctis: 1st year - never joined any club and just sort of shows up wherever his friends are - his dad's a big deal so everyone just lets him do whatever he wants - people assume he and Luna are engaged because their parents are super close and they're both important family heirs - is totally in love with Prompto and both loves and hates that Prom runs away whenever he sees him - goal after graduation: hasn't thought of anything beyond getting Prompto to be his boyfriend (doesn't want to join the family business but knows he inevitably will)

Ignis: 2nd year - student council treasurer - Noct's oldest friend and also his tutor - president of the unofficial school baking club that he insists isn't a thing even though they meet up every week to share recipes, exchange baked goods, and have a hugely popular instagram - has been dating Gladio since the summer before high school - goal after graduation: already interns at Noct's father's company

Gladio: 2nd year - vice-captain of the archery club - can beat literally any sports club captain at their own sport - had been trying to get Ignis to date him since 7th grade - the only person other that Luna who dares to tease Noctis (everyone else is too scared of Noct's powerful family) - definitely the most popular guy in school but laughs off the idea - goal after graduation: open a ramen shop, marry Ignis, get a giant dog

Nyx: 3rd year - captain of the archery club - never studies but always gets straight A's - aura of an incorrigible slacker and yet never slacks off at anything - the effortless kind of cool that makes people either want to punch him or kiss him or both - likes Prompto and is always giving him advice - is super competitive with Gladio (in a good natured way) - has secretly been dating Luna since 1st year - goal after graduation: work hard to get so rich and successful that he can marry Luna without anyone questioning it

Luna: 3rd year - student council president - has the highest grades in school and a perfect attendance record - usually seen with her best friend Gentiana - loves her dogs Pryna and Umbra and her social media is almost exclusively photos of them - always trying to convince Nyx that it wouldn't hurt her reputation if people knew they were dating - her and Noctis are childhood friends and leave notes in each other's lockers constantly - goal after graduation: become a pediatric oncologist (then elope with her stupid boyfriend)

There! (-^ w ^-) that's my dorky high school AU. ENJOY! lol lol

[kaschra]

@ffxvrarepairsweek

Day 7: Prompt: Hobbying

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret / Gentiana

Making flower crowns (hope that counts lol)

[the-honey-bear]

A Very Practical Princess

So I recently played and finished Final Fantasy XV and fell in love with Lunafreya. I’ve been thinking about her relationship with Gentiana and how she must have pretty much grown up with her by her side AND THEN I WROTE SAD SMUT. Enjoy~

Summary: Noctis might be her betrothed and beloved, but Lady Lunafreya is a grown woman with needs, and she's nothing if not practical.

---> Read on ao3 <----

For all that you endure, no other woman in the world can claim to have their own goddess as their familiar.

The acknowledgement is unspoken. Not that you and Gentiana have ever discussed it, just has you have learned in the long years since Tenebrae's annexation that it is better to hold anything dear to you to your chest. Phone calls are bugged, the Empire's men have taken home in the Nox Fleuret manor, and even in your brother Ravus's heart.

The goddess is your sole confidant: only you can see her, and she only speaks with you.

You met Gentiana twenty years ago, but it seems longer. You don't remember a time when the Messenger wasn't your shadow.

It's past sunset when you manage to sink down into your bath, willing the hot water to leech some of the tension in your muscles. Curing the afflicted takes it out of you. You squeeze your shoulder muscle, wincing at the tight, trapped feeling.

There's a cool touch at your shoulder.

“My lady,” Gentiana says. An old offer.

“Please,” you tell her.

The soft familiar rustling of Gentiana's robes as she kneels behind you, her fingertips going to work on releasing the tension, working out the stubborn knots and kinks in your shoulders. If there was any other doubt, Gentiana's touch is always spine-tinglingly chilly. Contrasted with the hot bath water, it feels good, and exciting. You breathe out a long shuddering sigh.

“Have I ever told you how good you are at this?”

There's a coy smile in the goddess's voice. “Often,” she says.

You turn in the bathtub to kiss her. An important point to note: Gentiana's lips are soft and warm. For you, her kisses are never cold.

She'd taught you how, years ago, when you were red-faced and stammering, but also indignant, because you were to marry one day but you weren't to even go near boys. So how would you know what you were supposed to do?

You might be a princess, but you're a practical princess.

Gentiana had told you that no doubt your future husband would be happy to teach you, but that was exactly the point. You'd been prepared for a political marriage since birth: let you at least be a willing participant, instead of a blushing virginal gift, dressed in a pretty bow. Even if fate had you by its strings, let you choose this, at least.

Gentiana had agreed. Nineteen and never kissed, you'd learned a great deal that year about kissing. And about other things that were even better than kissing.

You shudder now, from chill and excitement, as Gentiana slips out of her night-black robes and into the water and in between your legs. She kisses you as sweetly as she had on a window balcony years ago when Ravus had walked in, and Gods, hadn't his face been funny, catching you kissing thin air? Her breasts press flush up against you, soft and cool and heavy, the ice leached out of her skin by the heat of the water. Where your skin touches it feels relaxing, and you tighten your grip around her waist, bringing your goddess in closer to you.

You forget about the starscourge, the empire, the trappings of fate. You forget about the tears in Gentiana's eyes—the tears she hides when the two of you speak frankly of yours and dear Noctis's destiny. You simply feel, toes curling as Gentiana slips cool fingers between your folds, rubbing up against that sweet spot. When your orgasm hits you, you can't help but cling to her, so tightly your nails leave crescent-shaped imprints in her flesh. Gentiana doesn’t seem to mind, for she holds you ever tighter as you weather the shivers that rack your body. You want her to hold onto you and never let you go.

“It's not fair,” Gentiana tells you, her eyes open, impossibly, inhumanly dark. “It's not--”

“It's okay.” It's not okay, but you bring Gentiana's head to rest on your shoulder, stroking your fingers through damp hair. “Gentiana, it's alright.”

You're nothing but practical, which means over the years you've become a terribly good liar.

[sylleblosscm]

@altrxisme x

Luna is often silent after intense training. These past few days had her meditating in complete solitude; a far more arduous task than one might think. In her fatigue she always tries her best to remain optimistic and personable, but today there is not a hint of her usual self.

Even once she is released from training, Luna does little more than curl up on the couch near her bedroom window and stare at the gardens below. Knees pulls up to her chest, her gaze vacant and empty. Gentiana is nowhere to be found, and Luna does not ask about her. It is not until she is alone with Jackson that she speaks, her voice strained, barely above a whisper.

❝I know something terrible.❞ Luna rubs at her tired eyes, heedless of her improper posture. ❝And I do not know what to do about it.❞

[tri-chan]

OTP OTP!!

Those two needs more love... give them more love, they deserve iittt

[ardynium]

Title: Snow Queen

Pairing: Gentiana x Lunafreya

Rating: General

@ffxvrarepairsweek​ Day 3: Fairy Tales

Gentiana tells her version of an old story...

„And that is the truth?“

„That is the way it's told.“ Lunafreya smiled her sweetest smile as the children went back to play, eagerly chatting about Kai, Gerda, ice cold queens and the right way to spell eternity. Sometimes she enjoyed spending some time away from duties and the feeling of being a bird in a gilded cage, sitting in the gardens and telling the little ones stories. She was too old and well-behaved to frolic with them, as much as she would have loved to, and so the young oracle told them the adventures she only knew from books.

Gentiana sat beside her, silent and gentle as she always was, holding an umbrella to shelter them from the sun.

“This is not the way I know this story”, she smiled. Luna looked at her perennial companion. That had never happened before. Usually her lips were closed just as often as those quiet green eyes.

“Do you want to tell me the version you know?” the Oracle asked warily, trying not to disturb this rare occasion. Gentiana blinked. A tiny movement of her head let her ink-black strands of hair flow around her shoulders like a cloth of silk.

“If you wish, I will. Even though I will not start like you tend to do, with 'Gather round, little ones'.” A tiny chuckle. “I will tell it to you, because you are old enough and it is not a happy story, if that is acceptable.”

Luna nodded and took the umbrella from her, so Gentiana could fold her hands in her lap as she tended to do.

“It was in a time long before you were born, when a great evil created a mirror. It was a beautiful mirror, and bright as the sun, but when the evil gazed into it, the glass turned as black as its horrible face. Full of hate and despair, the evil smashed the mirror, and the shards rained over the earth. Some of them found a place in animals and made them huge and hungry, others embedded themselves in the hearts of men, bringing nightmares and evil thoughts.

Among those that were hit was a girl named Gerda. It was but a tiny shard that hit her, but it was buried deep inside her eye, and it turned the world an ugly place. Gerda did not believe what she was seeing now, and so she went to seek help.

In the end, after long travels that are another story, she found a boy named Kai. He had a special gift, bestowed upon him by the Six, and many people came to him to find help. Kai was able to draw the shards out of those that asked him for help, and if he only found all of them, he could restore the mirror, and make it bright as the sun again.

Gerda had a hard time finding anything beautiful or true, but she found beauty in the gentle Kai, and Kai found beauty in her dark eyes that were so tainted. The summers they spent went by like a day, and Gerda never found the bravery to ask her beloved for help, for he was so busy with all the others that needed his gift.

It was too late when Gerda noticed that Kai was not as wise as the Six had hoped him to be. Instead of collecting the shards and putting them together again, he stored them in his own heart. Kai had a big heart, so it took a long time until the black mirror took its toll. He became proud and stopped to feel the pain the others felt, and in the end, he even started to enjoy it.”

Gentiana was as composed as she always was, not seeing Luna staring at here with wide eyes. She continued with her gentle voice:

“Gerda saw what was happening to her beloved, and she tried to help, but no matter how hard she tried, it was all wasted in the end. Still, she loved him, and still, she did not want to die, and so she did what she heard in the old stories: She went to the north, to seek the Snow Queen and ask her for help.”

“And did she find her?” the young oracle whispered.

“In the end, she found the Queen, and she was so much more magnificent than in all of the stories. Gerda dropped to her knees and prayed for salvation, and the Queen bowed down to her and told her what she could do for her.”

A little dramatic pause. Gentiana licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and continued, her voice slightly different and yet, a voice Lunafreya had heard before.

“'We cannot cure you, girl, not from the ties that bind you to him. But we can freeze your heart, so you are ours and ours alone. Be aware that comes with a price', the Queen said, and her voice was like the tinkling of icicles. The price she called for was high, and in the end, Gerda agreed, trading the king of her heart for a Queen.”

A long silence stood between the two, and tiny goosebumps had raised on Luna's bare arms. She gingerly closed the umbrella, but even in the sun there was no warmth to be found.

“And... that is the truth?”

“That is the way it is told.” Gentiana smiled her ever gentle smile. “Shall we go and find ourselves a nice cup of tea? You look like you're freezing.”

[lolapinta]

OH MY GOSH!! look what I found while doing a little file cleaning. I totally forgot about these WIPs since I was working on them months before the game even released. Man, now I really want to finish them. 

Think I’ll try to finish the Cortiana one in time for rarepairings week and the noctluna one for Noctluna week (I have a few more for that week already working on)  

[ficswithrimi]

Mine (Chapter 12)

Title: Mine

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, depression, suicide attempt, and minor sexual content

Synopsis: Daughter of a Niflheim soldier, you were sent out to Tenebrae to spy on the Nox Fleuret family and their involvement with the Lucis Caelum family. However, after learning the truth about Niflheim, you betray them. Your journey of revenge begins after learning of the death of your adoptive sister, Lunafreya, and your childhood friend Noctis Lucis Caelum.

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A/N: Hi, darlings! Sorry for the extremely long wait but here is chapter 12! Things will really start heating up now because we’re about a chapter away from Altissia! And if you’ve played FFXV... well, get your tissues. I plan to make you all suffer in ways the game didn’t. Muahaha. Anyways, enjoy! 

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           Church bells rung tauntingly above you as you dashed inside the building, worried that you would be late for the grand event. Though you were running as fast as you could towards the chapel, the weight from your heart felt as if it were slowing your entire body down. Finally, you threw open the chapel doors where you could feel unfamiliar eyes immediately turn to burn into your soul. However, you didn’t care to notice them. Your eyes stared at the end of the room where the backs of those you loved most faced you. To the left was your sister. Her long, white veil covered the entirety of her back, but you could make out the wedding dress she wore through the veil’s sheerness. The feeling of your sinking heart intensified as your eyes traveled to the right where the man you were in love with – but wasn’t supposed to be – stood. He was in a pinstripe suit, from what you could tell, and a crown sat upon his unruly raven-black hair.

           “Do you, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, take Noctis Lucis Caelum to be your lawfully wedded-“

           Your ears perked up as the voice of the invisible priest filled your head. The voice seemed to echo against the walls of the chapel and surround you. Lunafreya… was marrying Noctis? And she didn’t wait for you to start the ceremony? You’d always imagine you’d stand right next to your sister ever since you found out she was supposed to marry the prince. Why would she… start without you? Carefully, you trudged towards the front of the chapel as the priest continued.

           “I do,” At Lunafreya’s unhesitant words, your eyes widened as your feet came to a halt. You started to tremble as the unknown priest began to repeat the vow, this time directed towards Noctis.

           “And do you, Noctis Lucis Caelum-“

           “No…” You whispered to yourself as you desperately tried to communicate with your feet to move again. The urge to stand beside your sister on her wedding day suddenly turned into the want to stop the wedding. However, your feet were cemented to the white floor. You blinked back tears as you jerked your body forward to no avail. Looking up, you gasped as you noticed you were no longer in the chapel. The guests’ eyes that had been staring at you from the beginning had disappeared and only Lunafreya and Noctis stood up front, staring into a white abyss.

           “I…d-“

           “No!” You shouted, your voice echoing throughout the space. Finally, your feet began to run towards them. As you reached them, you expected to reach out and grab ahold of Lunafreya, however, you took hold of the back of Noctis’s suit jacket instead. “Please… don’t get married…”

           Suddenly, the white walls of the room melted to the floor to reveal pitch black ones. Your eyes widened in horror as the white completely drained from the room, leaving everything completely black. You gripped onto Noctis’s jacket for protection as it became harder to see anything from the darkness.

           “A traitor has no right to be at our wedding,” Lunafreya’s cold voice filled your ears. Your head whipped towards her to see her in her usual white dress, now tattered and bloodstained. Her blonde hair that was usually in a updo, was now blowing wildly around her shoulders. Pryna and Umbra stood beside her snarling at you as their eyes glowed a dark ember – something you’ve never witnessed from the mystical dogs.

           “I’m…”

           “You are the cause of this. It’s your fault my mother is dead, why Tenebrae fell, why I was locked up for years in the manor. Why I threw away my life to become oracle. You took away all the happiness I had. The only one left to save me from my misery was,” Lunafreya paused briefly as her eyes flickered over to Noctis then to your hand that still held tightly onto him, “Him… and you even managed to take him away from me.”

           “Lunafreya, I’m-“

           “Didn’t you listen to my stories as a child, Y/N? The oracle ends up with the Chosen King, not the Imperial soldier’s daughter, as foretold by the Gods,” At her words she began to fade into the darkness. Immediately, you let go of Noctis’s jacket and attempted to reach out towards her. Umbra and Pryna simultaneously began to growl and bark viciously at you, causing you to draw your arm back as they and Lunafreya faded.

           “You just destroy the lives of everyone around you, huh?” You turned to Noctis who was now facing you. His once azure eyes were now glowing red as they burned into you. “Because of your selfishness, my country and father have fallen. Do you actually think I don’t know the truth about you? How you’re Imperial scum? You’re just like your mother – a traitor. Glauca should’ve finished you off when he had the chan-“

           “That’s enough, Y/N,” Tears streamed down your face as the voice of Gentiana echoed throughout the room. You turned your head briefly to try to spot the woman within the darkness before turning back to Noctis to only find him gone.

           “Y/N!” Your eyes shot open as the fierce voice of an unfamiliar woman’s voice awoken you from your sleep. Your chest was heaving as your eyes frantically searched around the darkened tent. Iris was curled up asleep beside you with Prompto on your other side. When did you come back inside the tent? More importantly, why did you have that dream? Was it… predicting the future?

~!~

Noctis’s POV

           Sleep was one of the things the prince cherished the most. If there was enough time in the day that he could get a chance to doze off, he’d take it every time. Every day, he looked forward to when he could close his eyes and drift off into a peaceful slumber. Well, as peaceful as it’d get with the threat of daemons and Imperials lurking around. Point is, he took sleeping as serious as Prompto took the chocobos. When he didn’t get his much-needed rest, he’d wake up cranky much to his friends’ dismay. The prince was already a slight grouch, but he was almost a hundred times worst when he didn’t sleep.

           So, imagine Ignis’s surprise – and slight annoyance - to see the prince wide awake, sitting in his chair around the extinguished firepit. To see Noctis up before the sun was an extremely rare sight and Ignis knew that only meant one thing – he didn’t sleep the night before. After noticing the prince, the older man mentally prepared himself for any stark remarks from him. Ignis knew it was going to be a long day. However, to his surprise again, when he greeted Noctis, the prince responded distantly instead of with a grunt or just ignoring him. Ignis noted there was something off with the 20-year-old, but he decided to leave the situation alone. He figured it had something to do with Y/N as the ex-princess was wide awake as well. She, however, didn’t acknowledge the adviser – something Ignis expected from the woman.

           Yes, sleep was the last thing on the prince’s mind. His mind kept repeating the previous night’s events. Throughout the night, Noctis questioned whether it happened or not. Did he dream it? But he couldn’t have had, right? He clearly felt Y/N’s soft lips pressed against his. He clearly felt the spark that ignited from her touch and the lingering presence of her when she pulled away. Noctis found himself touching his lips ever so often throughout the night as if trying to recreate the too short moment. It wasn’t the prince’s first kiss but the feeling that came with this one was new. He wanted to feel it again. He wanted to kiss Y/N again.

           How could he, though? The terrified look in her hazel eyes she gave him when she pulled away struck a fear in his own heart. Noctis knew she instantly regretted the kiss. She felt guilty for kissing the man her sister, who she loved more than anything in Eos, was in love with. Noctis had to admit, he felt a bit guilty as well as Y/N did practically tell him that Luna was in love with him. However, it wasn’t Luna that Noctis was in love with. And, though it was selfish, he was happy that the one he did hold feelings for possibly returned them – whether she’d admit it or not.

           “Ah, good morning, Lady Y/N,” Noctis was snapped from his thoughts as Ignis greeted Y/N as she emerged from the tent. Her eyes were bloodshot and dark circles were present under her eyes. Noctis’s heart dropped at the sight of her. He could tell she didn’t sleep much either, however, she seemed to be worse off than what he was. Y/N didn’t say anything to Ignis as she walked to the cooler to fetch a bottle of water. As she passed Noctis, her eyes glanced over to him, briefly meeting his cerulean ones. Noctis didn’t know why he was expecting a smile or a nod from the girl, but his heart sank further when the corners of her lips turned into a frown at the sight of him. She swiftly looked away from him as she grabbed the bottle and returned to the tent.

           Noctis let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his messy black hair. The elatedness he had felt throughout the night disappeared. Y/N regretted everything and now she probably hated the prince because of the kiss. Though she gave him permission to kiss her, Noctis shouldn’t have had asked when she was in such a vulnerable state. Finally, Noctis could feel the lack of sleep and the irritation rising in him.

           “Since you and Lady Y/N are up, how about we wake the others as well and finish our journey to Caem?” Ignis proposed as he plopped down in the chair next to Noctis with a mug of instant coffee in his hand.

           “Do whatever you want,” Noctis snarled under his breath as he got up from the chair and began to walk away from the campsite towards the beach. Ignis arched a brow before letting out a sigh. There was the cranky, sleep-deprived prince he’d known for over half his life.

~!~

Your POV

           Your head pounded as you constantly replayed the events of your dream – nightmare – in your head. From the way Noctis and Lunafreya glared, to the way Umbra growled in disgust, and to the unknown woman’s voice who awakened you. Whose voice was that? You had recognized Gentiana’s but not the other? Was it a God? Why would a God contact you through your dreams, though? They hated you as much as you hated them. If anything, they would’ve tried to make your dream worse than what it already was. Clutching your head in pain, you looked towards the front seat of the Regalia where Gladiolus sat and Ignis drove. Prompto had decided to sit in the back to make more room for Noctis, Iris, and you. However, because he oversaw the music, the blond man demanded to squeeze in the middle of the backseat to easily control the radio from his phone.

           His music blared out the speakers as Ignis zipped down the highway towards Cape Caem. Iris, who was sitting the closest to the prince, was bickering with her brother about something while Noctis was staring at the endless ocean that passed by.

           “Can’t you turn that down some?” You frowned at Prompto who was searching for the next song to play on his phone.

           “Huh?” He looked over to you. It was the first time you’ve really spoken to anyone all morning. Apparently, Noctis and you were giving everyone the silent treatment – especially towards each other. However, it was more so you were ignoring Noctis than he was you. You went out of your way all morning to avoid the prince. Every time you looked at him, you just remembered his red glaring eyes. That, and the kiss of course. Before you had fallen asleep, your fingertips had kept unconsciously grazing across your bottom lip. The tingling sensation you had felt didn’t vanish until your eyes became heavy with sleep.

           “Turn the music down.”

           “It’s my favorite song though,” Prompto pouted at you. In response, your frown deepened at the man. Prompto let out another pout as he turned the volume down on his phone. “What’s wrong with you today?”

           “Nothing.”

           “Are you sure-“

           “I said nothing!” You sharply said to him, causing both Gladiolus and Ignis to throw you a look through the rearview mirror. Everyone knew something had happened between you and the prince as you were both in bad moods, but they didn’t know what. And you wanted to keep it that way. Even though you considered Prompto as someone you could trust, you didn’t want to tell him about your dream or what caused the dream. You were aware everyone in the car knew about your feelings for Noctis, however, no one knew you guys kissed and it was embarrassing to bring it up. That and… Lunafreya…

           You clutched your head again as your thoughts traveled to her. What were you going to do when you see her? She could read you like an open book. She’d know something was up with you if you kept acting the way you did. Would you be able to tell her that you kissed the love of her life – or that you were also in love with him? Lunafreya has forgiven you about a lot of things but you doubt she’d forgive you for taking Noctis away. He was her last hope for happiness. You glanced over at the prince who didn’t seem to acknowledge the tension between you and everyone else in the car. He was meant for Lunafreya. Not you. It was as the dream version of your sister had said: the oracle marries the chosen king – not the Imperial soldier’s daughter.

           And unfortunately, that’s all you’d ever be in this lifetime.

~!~

           “Well, it’s bout’ damn time you got your asses o’er here,” Cid, the owner of Hammerhead, scrunched his nose as you and the others trudged up the hill at Cape Caem towards the house. The gray-haired man was sitting in a wooden chair on the porch of the medium-sized cottage, gnawing on a toothpick he balanced on the left side of his mouth. You’ve only seen him a couple of times but never really interacted with him. Mostly, you talked with his granddaughter, Cindy. She was the one who had bandaged up your bullet wound when you arrived in Hammerhead for the first time.

           “We got here as fast as we could, sir,” Ignis said as he pushed up his glasses. “Is the boat prepared for departure?”

           “Ah, about that…” Cid stopped chewing on the toothpick and looked at Noctis. “There’s some parts missin’ that Cindy and I were hoppin’ ya’ll could fetch for us…”

           “What kind of parts?” Noctis arched a brow at the elderly man.

           “Myrill? Methrill? Somethin’ like that. That little fella from the city said he knew where ya’ll could get some. Ask him. The faster ya get it, the sooner ya’ll can leave. I say about three days tops.”

           “Three days?!” You asked in disbelief. “My sister is waiting for me. I need to be leaving tomorrow to get to her. Who knows what the Empire is doing to her-“

           “You wanna repair a vessel over 20 years old? Be my guest. Let me see if you can get ‘er done any sooner,” Cid frowned at you. You returned the look to the elderly man as he turned his attention away from you and back to Noctis and the guys. “As I said, three days. The faster we get the material, the better.”

           “Thank you, Cid. We’ll ask Talcott right away,” Ignis thanked the man. Meanwhile, you still held your glare at the man until you felt Prompto gently grab your arm and lead you towards the lighthouse. You assumed that’s where Talcott was.

           You looked up towards the lighthouse and the frown gradually faded away. It was your first time seeing a lighthouse in person. Living in Tenebrae, you were constantly surrounded by the forest and a manmade river close by the city. There wasn’t a need for a lighthouse as no one traveled along the lake late at night. It was beautiful as the setting sun’s rays gave the illusion that it was glowing. You bet you could get a clear view of the setting sun if you climbed to the top. It would feel like something out of a romance novel.

           Your eyes glanced to Noctis at this thought and felt your heart beat just a bit faster. He was getting information from Talcott with Ignis and Gladiolus as they stood closer towards the lighthouse. You studied how his arms were crossed over his chest and his muscles slightly poked out from his biceps. Just last night, those arms were wrapped around you. Just last night, you had opened a bit to him and let him become closer to you. And just last night, you had the nightmare that made you want to avoid him and close yourself off from him. For the sake of his feelings – for the sake of Lunafreya’s feelings. You couldn’t imagine what would hurt more. Losing the trust of the man you were in love with or the trust of your sister who’ve you shared so many memories with. The thought of losing both nearly killed you inside. You just wanted things to go back to normal. You wanted the dreams and visions to stop. You wanted to achieve your goal of reuniting Noctis and Lunafreya as originally planned, as well as, seek revenge on the Empire for making your family’s life a living hell. It’s all you wanted. So why… why was this journey harder than you expected?

Why were you continuously the root cause for everything that is happening?

“Comin’ along, princess, or are you just gonna stare at the light house all day?” Gladiolus smirked as he bumped his arm into yours. Snapping out of your thoughts, you threw him an irritated look before turning on your heel and follow the others as they walked back towards the house.

~!~

Lunafreya’s POV

           Awaiting your and Noctis’s arrival. Noctis, I hope my blessing has been received. -Luna

                                   It’s been a week since Lunafreya has heard back from Noctis or Y/N. She was a bit worried as since Umbra located them, the messages had been coming in constantly. It usually only took the messenger about three days to find the group and return to her. Endless thoughts coursed through the oracle’s mind such as if the group was hurt or if Umbra had injured himself along the way. However, she tried to put those thoughts to rest as Pryna didn’t show any signs of distress and she knew that at least Umbra was okay. However, the first thought? She wouldn’t be sure of until Umbra appeared.

           Not only was she worried because of Umbra’s lateness, but the Empire was up to something. They had been watching her more closely and banned her from now leaving her room inside of the estate. Servants would bring food to the blonde woman and imperials would accompany her to and from the restroom. It reminded Lunafreya of the first few years after her mother’s death and the Empire acquired Tenebrae. Her and Y/N were escorted everywhere in the manor and under close watch by Imperials with guns, ready to shoot at even one mishap. Though, Lunafreya knew deep down the guns were more to scare Y/N. However, the younger woman stopped showing fear of the weapons and Imperials by the time she was 12. It was something Lunafreya admired about her sister. She didn’t easily show her fear.

           Sighing, Lunafreya stared solemnly out of her bedroom window in case she happened to see Umbra prancing around. However, her ears perked up immediately as she heard the door opening. Umbra didn’t really need to use doors to enter and leave areas, but maybe a servant had noticed the canine and decided to open the door for him. Lunafreya turned around with hopeful eyes only for them to darken seconds later as an Imperial stood in her doorway. They weren’t accompanied with anyone else which confused the woman as usually they stuck in pairs.

           “Lunafreya Nox Fleuret…” the voice of a matured man filled her ears. The way he said her name caused her skin to crawl. It wasn’t the mischievousness or hatred it was laced with that scared her but, the monotone that accompanied it. This soldier… Lunafreya could tell has had enough experiences in his lifetime to lack empathy for anyone. He was the type to kill without second thought. And though he frightened the oracle, Lunafreya couldn’t help but feel a familiarity with him as he entered the room and shut the door behind him.

           “What is it that you want?” Lunafreya put her fear of the man behind her and held a straight face.

           “My, you’ve grown since the last time I saw you,” she could hear the smirk under his helmet. It sickened her.

           “Do you know me?”

           “Why, of course. Who wouldn’t know you? You’re Lady Lunafreya. Ex-princess of Tenebrae. The last oracle,” The man sarcastically said in a happy tone. Lunafreya shifted her eyes down to Pryna who was snarling at the man.

           “May I ask why you are here?” Lunafreya asked again. She wanted this man to leave as soon as possible.

           “You know when she’ll come, right?” The man asked as he roamed freely around the room, stopping to take notice of some of the things in the room. He stopped in front of the mannequin that wore what would’ve been Lunafreya’s wedding dress. They planned to move the dress to the store window of its designer as tribute to the “deceased” oracle. The man let out a low whistle as he eyed the gown. “What a beautiful dress. Would’ve made a gorgeous bride to the brat…”

           Ignoring the man’s disrespect for Noctis, Lunafreya’s mind focused on his question. “Who is this she?”

           The man ignored her question as he continued to examine the dress. “Heard you weren’t even gonna invite your own sister to your wedding. I understand, though. Can’t trust someone who’s betrayed you and your family before-“

           “If you’re talking about Y/N-“

           “Now look at her. Off traveling with your fiancé. The man you love. Who knows what that little traitor is doing now with him? Probably fuc-“

           “Please refrain from speaking of my sister in that manner! I don’t know who you are but to even think you know her better than I do-“

           The man let out a hearty laugh as Lunafreya balled her hands in a fist. Lunafreya wasn’t a great fighter and it’d be dangerous to take on a man who could probably shoot her dead before she reached him, but she wasn’t going to let anyone talk nonsense about Y/N. Especially an Imperial.

           “You know her better than me? Ha, no one alive knows that little wench better than me,” The man snorted as Lunafreya’s eyes widened at his words. This man… he couldn’t be? Why would he… appear here suddenly? And looking for Y/N? It didn’t make sense. What was the Empire planning on doing…? Why were they after Y/N again after all these years? Why did they send him to find her? What… what had Y/N done?

           The man stopped laughing to look at Lunafreya’s look of recognition on her face. Taking in a deep breath, the soldier removed his helmet as he stepped into the sun’s shining rays from the window and closer to Lunafreya, who in return, took a step back only to bump into the window. She let out a quiet gasp as she examined the man’s smirking face and Pryna began to angrily bark at the man. The man’s dark brown hair appeared nearly black and his light brown eyes were almost hazel from the light that bounced off them. However, it was the playful smirk that gave him away. Lunafreya had seen it many times before and had learned to love but also despise that look on… Y/N.

           “You know me, oracle?” The smirk grew on the man’s face as a small fire began to burn in his eyes. Another thing Lunafreya had seen in Y/N whenever she talked about seeking revenge on the Empire or the Gods.

           “Jeno Y/L/N…” Lunafreya said the man’s name. Y/N’s father.

           “Ah, so she’s told you about me,” he chuckled darkly before removing his gun from its holder. Aiming it at Lunafreya, the smirk fell into a look full of pure hatred. “Now, I’ll ask again, Lady Lunafreya, when will my daughter arrive?”

 ~!~

           Your POV

           “Why can’t I go with you?” You frowned at Gladiolus as you watched him pack some his things in a bag. After getting information from Talcott and Iris earlier in the day about where and how to obtain mythril, everyone decided to stay at Caem to prepare for a day or two as the lake it could be found at was heavily infiltrated with Imperial soldiers. However, Gladiolus had other plans that he didn’t seem to plan on telling you guys what they were. Now, the royal guard was in the boys’ shared room packing his things as the others were having dinner downstairs with Monica and everyone else. You had excused yourself from dinner as your thoughts ruined your appetite. After hearing of Gladiolus’s leaving, you thought it’d be a great excuse to escape the group – escape Noctis – for a bit until you could sort out everything.

           “Too dangerous for you, princess. Gotta get you to Lady Lunafreya in one piece, right? Besides, this is the first time you’ve really talked to anyone all day and it’s about you wanting to leave the others. What’s up with that?” Gladiolus said as he threw in one last item before zipping up the bag.

           Ignoring the second half of what he said, you sucked your teeth at the man. “Please. I can handle myself. You and I both know that. “

           “What are you avoiding, Y/N?” Gladiolus asked again as he plopped down on the bed.

           “Nothing.” You immediately said, “Just wanna tag along so you won’t be alone.”

           “Hm, I won’t be alone. Cor will be with me. So… you stay here with Noct.”

           You let out a frustrated sigh as he said Noctis’s nickname. Just hearing his name caused your stomach to do a tiny flip. You hated the feeling. It was still unknown to everyone about the kiss you shared with the prince and you wanted it to stay that way. So far, you were doing well with keeping your distance from the prince. It was even easier with Iris and Talcott around as they occupied most of Noctis’s time since you guys arrived. Still, you wanted to be as far away as possible from him right now to put your feelings back in check. You couldn’t be friends with him, and you definitely couldn’t be in love with him. Though, you were.

           “I don’t get you, Y/N,” Gladiolus shook his head. “One moment you seem to get along with us and the next, you want to run away. It’s annoying…”

           “Well, if you haven’t noticed, Gladiolus, I’ve been trying to leave since day one. And I-“

           “Then leave,” Gladiolus simply said as he stood up and grabbed his bag. “The others may beg you to stay, but I won’t anymore. You’ll be fine. Like you said, you can handle yourself.”

           You blinked at the muscular man in front of you in shock as his words registered in your mind. You’d been so used to the men trying to make sure you didn’t sneak off in the middle of the night. A few weeks ago, you would’ve loved to hear Gladiolus give you permission to leave and you would’ve left within the blink of an eye. But… hearing it now… it made your stomach twist in knots – and not the kind that you felt when you saw Noctis. No, this was more like… regret.

           “Cat got your tongue?” Gladiolus laughed. “Well, whatever you decide to do, I wish you the best, princess. Hope you get your revenge on the Empire and see your sister in case you’re not here when I get back.”

           Still frozen in your spot, Gladiolus placed a hand on your shoulder and gently squeezed it. Removing it, he walked out the door and let it slam behind him. His words circled your mind. You could run away right now. At this very moment and find a way to Altissia to see Lunafreya. Or, you could make a stop to Gralea and seek revenge on those who hurt you and everyone you loved. No one would be able to stop you. No one would take your picture without your consent or hold their camera above their head as you desperately tried to reach it. No one would irk your last nerve because of their matter-of-factly personality and strong loyalty towards making sure the prince became king. No one would wake you up at the crack of dawn to train you in areas you were already skilled in thanks to previous training from your brother. And lastly… you wouldn’t have to worry about a certain pair of ocean blue eyes staring at you when you “weren’t” paying attention. Or scold you when you were supposedly putting yourself in danger. Or experiencing goosebumps and chills from his casual brushes to your arm and other simple touches. You could leave now and not worry about it.

           It wouldn’t be the first time you contemplated leaving. You’ve thought about it several times before but there was always something – someone ­– holding you back. You were tired of being held back from doing what you wanted to do. Since you were kid, you’ve always been held back – always told what to do. From the Empire, your estranged father, your duties as a princess of Tenebrae to Lunafreya stopping you from defending yourself and now the men you were traveling with stopping you from taking off every time you considered it. You were tired of it. You wanted to find your sister. You wanted to destroy Aldercapt, Ardyn, and whoever else brainwashed you as a child. You wanted…

           You wanted to leave.

~!~

 Noctis’s POV

           Dinner was a little too quiet for Noctis’s liking. Yeah, there was Talcott who was rambling on about some cactus figures or something he wanted him to collect and Iris sighing -and hinting to the prince – how dreamy and romantic it would be to watch the sunset from the light house. Then there was Prompto who was showing Monica, who was uninterested, all the photos he’d taken so far. Ignis was discussing with another Crownsguard member about the flavors of the meal they were having. Gladiolus had packed his things and left during the meal to go off to wherever. He didn’t tell the group where he was going but just that he needed some “me time” or whatever. No, it was quite a lively dinner, but it was missing one snarky, sarcastic ex-princess who’d kick your ass with one wrong blink.

           Granted, Noctis was avoiding the woman but that was only because she seemed to distance herself from him as well. He planned on making some kind – any kind – of conversation with her at dinner. However, she was absent. Noctis knew he messed up with the kiss and he just wanted things to go back to normal between them. If she wanted to pretend that it never happened, then it’d be no problem. It never happened. Or if she wanted to cuss him out or hit him for kissing her, then that’d be okay. The prince just couldn’t take her ignoring him. He was finally getting through to her and now he was back at square one. No, worse than square one. Noctis felt like he was back to being 8 years old  and the 9-year-old Y/N wouldn’t even give him the time of day.

           Noctis let out a sigh as he shook the water from his raven locks with his towel after his shower. As he passed the room Y/N was occupying, he stopped in front of it as he thought about what to say to her if he were to knock. He could pretend he was at the wrong room. Or, one of his items got mixed up with hers from the last time they camped together. However, either way, he knew she wouldn’t believe him. Still, he wanted to talk to her. To apologize. To tell her it wouldn’t happen again no matter how much he’d give to feel her close to him.

           Taking in a deep breath after deciding that talking to the woman would be best, he quietly knocked on the door. Of course, it was no surprise to him when she didn’t answer. Still, the prince stood there for a while in case she decided to. Maybe she was asleep? Or downstairs getting food since she missed dinner? Hesitantly, he knocked a bit louder this time with more force. Since the cabin they were staying at was pretty old, it didn’t take much for the doors to open easily. The door creaked open just enough for Noctis to peek inside. Briefly deciding if he should or not, he knocked once more before pushing the door open a bit more. His eyes scanned what he could see of the room to see it was dark and… empty?

           Noctis immediately opened the door fully to confirm that Y/N was not in there. In fact, nothing that belonged to the princess was in there. Her backpack she used to travel with wasn’t there, her shoes, nothing. However, as Noctis scanned the room, his eyes settled on the jacket hanging on the back of a wooden chair. He instantly recognized the blue behemoth embroidery on the back of the leather jacket. Y/N always wore his jacket that he let her use. The woman didn’t even take it off when it would be blazing outside; instead, she’d tie the sleeves around her waist. Noctis knew she wasn’t in the shower as there was only one and he had just left it not too long ago. Could she have…? Panic set in his heart as he ran out of the room, dashing down the stairs towards the front door.

           “Your highness? What’s wrong?” Monica asked worriedly as she and a few other Crownsguard soldiers stood up from the dining table. Noctis ignored them and rushed out the door.

           “Y/N?!” Noctis shouted as he tried to see around the darkened area. The only light came from the light house, the full moon above, and some fireflies flying about. Monica and the others came rushing out the house as Noctis took off towards the lighthouse.

           “Go get the others,” Monica commanded two of the soldiers. They nodded at her before returning to the house to get Prompto and Ignis. Meanwhile, Noctis warped to the top of the lighthouse in case the woman had taken off there. He did see her amazed by the structure earlier in the day. Noctis silently prayed to the Gods she was up there. However, to his dismay, she wasn’t.

           “Noct! What’s wrong?” Noctis heard Prompto yell up to him. Noctis let out a frustrated sigh as he warped himself back down to his friends. They knew something was wrong as Noctis had a frantic look on his face – an expression the prince rarely gave.

           “Y/N. She’s gone.”

           “Nonsense, Noct. She’s probably just asleep in her room or-“

           “No, Iggy, she’s gone. Her things are gone. She only left the jacket I gave her,” Noctis gripped his hair with his hands as endless thoughts about where she could have gone rushed through his mind. That and what if she was gets hurt? How would he get to her in time? He barely got to her that one time she decided to take on an entire Imperial base. Could she have gone to try and find a way to Altissia to see Lunafreya? All the ports were closed. This was the only way. Did she think she could find another way? Did he really mess things up by kissing her? Noctis would take it all back if that mean he knew she was safe. He would’ve never tried to grow closer to her. He would’ve taken her words – we can’t be friends Prince Noctis – seriously when she said it.

           “Noct, calm down,” Prompto said to his best friend. Years of knowing the prince and the blond has never seen Noctis freak out over someone like this before. He didn’t even behave like this after the reports of King Regis and Lunafreya’s deaths. “Maybe Y/N went with Gladio?”

           “Impossible,” Ignis shook his head as he turned to look at Monica and the Crownsguard behind them who held exchanged worried glances with one another. “Monica, let the others know of the situation. We need everyone on the lookout for Y/N.”

           “Yes, sir,” Monica nodded her head in acknowledgement. She then turned to face Noctis. “We will notify you as soon as there’s info on the whereabouts of Lady Y/N, Your Highness.”

           Noctis watched as Monica and the rest of the Crownsguard began to scatter around Caem, preparing the search party. He jumped when he felt Prompto grip his shoulder. Noctis looked in his best friend’s eyes and could clearly see the worry he held in them as well. Still, the 20-year-old tried to smile reassuringly at the man.

           “Hey, for all we know, she just went for a nightly stroll and will return later.”

           “Prompto is right, Noct. We don’t know the situation behind Y/N’s sudden leaving, but we will look for her. However, if Y/N has decided to leave and find her own way to Altissia, then it’s best we still prepare for our trip as well. We’ll go to the lake tomorrow instead so Cid and Cindy can finish the boat-“

           “I’m not leaving until I know Y/N is safe,” Noctis turned to Ignis.

           “You still have a duty to fulfil as the Cho-“

           “Chosen King. Yeah, Ignis, I know,” Noctis grumbled. Gods, was he tired of everyone reminding him of this duty he had that he never even asked for. Being a king was the last thing on his mind right now. The woman he was in love with was possibly in danger and he couldn’t help but feel that it was his fault.

~!~

Your POV

           When you decided to leave, you didn’t really think about where exactly you’d go or how you’d get there. You just knew you had to leave that house before things worsened – before someone other than Prompto knew about who you really are. Maybe by now they’ve noticed you’re gone and Prompto decided to tell them who you truly were. You scoffed at the thought. If he told them about you then he’d have to tell them about himself being from Niflheim as well. You doubt Prompto would betray you like that, but anything was possible.

           It was eerily dark out besides the streetlamps that past by every couple of feet. You could hear the snarls, moans, and groans of the lurking daemons as they hunted for their next victim. Luckily, you’ve traveled with the boys long enough to know how to stealthily avoid being seen. You thought that by not being near Noctis and his powers then you couldn’t summon your daggers anymore, however, they still seemed to work. You weren’t well equipped for wherever you were going. The backpack you took along only held some clothing items, a toothbrush, and about three healing potions you swiped from the Regalia before setting off.

           You thought that now you were on your own, you’d feel free again – as you did on your train ride to Insomnia a month ago. However, you felt… lonely. You hadn’t even been gone a full two hours and you could feel your heart aching for the boys. However, you couldn’t go back. If anything, that dream was telling you what would happen if you stayed. What you were would work out for everyone. You would find a way to Niflheim – to Gralea – and destroy the Empire. If you fell, you’d fall knowing they fell with you. Lunafreya wouldn’t have to live her life in fear by them and could regain control over Tenebrae. Ravus was the rightful heir to the throne after Queen Sylva’s death, but you doubt the people of Tenebrae would want someone who served the Empire as a king. Not only that, but Noctis could be reunited with his true queen – the one he was meant to be with. They could go on with their marriage and rule over Lucis and Tenebrae together. He’d go on to fulfil whatever his responsibilities Ignis was obsessed with as the chosen king. Gladiolus would serve as shield and Prompto would probably become a royal photographer or something. Everyone would live happily without ever knowing the truth about you.

           It hurt you that you chose your unavoidable death before seeing Lunafreya one last time. But you knew she would always be with you. You lifted your right ring finger up to the light of the full moon where your ring shone brightly. This was the best for everyone. At least you’d die knowing you tried to correct your mistakes – for serving the Empire – for loving Noctis.

           As your thoughts consumed you, you blocked out the heavy footsteps of a large daemon approaching. The feeling of the vibrating ground underneath you snapped you out of your thoughts. Dropping your hand and summoning your daggers, you turned around just in time to see an Iron Giant preparing its sword that was about as big as the Regalia to swing at you. Without a second thought, you dodge rolled out the way as the sword slammed into the ground with a deafening cracking sound. You’ve faced Iron Giants before but usually you had the help of the boys – never on you own. It was called a giant for a reason. Any physical contact from the daemon could kill you on impact. You aimed one of your daggers at its midriff just as it raised its sword again. The dagger made contact but with little to no damage to the monster. Usually when you fought Iron Giants, you depended on Noctis and Gladiolus’s larger swords to get the job done while Ignis, Prompto, and you distracted the daemon from the others’ attack. This time, you were all alone. However, you wouldn’t give up here. You had a mission to fulfil.

           Summoning the dagger back, you aimed again at it, this time for its muscular arm that held his sword. Maybe you could inflict enough pain that it could drop the sword and give you an opening. You threw the dagger with all your strength at its arm. You smirked a bit as it slammed into its upper bicep, causing it to drop the sword as you had planned. The ground shook violently from the drop of the metal and the silent night was filled with the screams of the daemon. Quickly, you dashed towards the giant as it struggled to remove your dagger from its arm. Stabbing one of his feet with your other dagger, causing it to bend over in more pain, you jumped up onto the monster. Summoning the dagger in his arm back, you went to attack its face.

           However, before you could get the chance, the beast came back to its senses and roughly ripped you from it.

           “Ah!” You yelled in pain as it began to squeeze the life out of your body. Your arms went limp in its grip as tears formed in your eyes from the pain. The daggers dissipated as you could no longer focus on keeping them. You couldn’t die here. Not yet. Trying to regain feeling back in your arms, you tried to get your mind off the immense, increasing pain to that of your daggers. However, as black spots began to fill your eyesight and the cracking of your own bones, it was difficult to focus.

           Just as the thoughts of giving up crossed your mind, you widened your eyes as a large sword came hurdling straight from the sky, right into the daemon’s head. It immediately let you go as you fell to the ground, sucking in as much air as possible as you landed. Whose sword was that? Had Noctis… found you? Your head was spinning as your vision continued to worsen. You were too weak to stand up to assist whoever saved you. The sound of the daemon dying soon filled your ears and the light crunching of the ground from footsteps.

           You looked up to your savior and saw long blonde hair of a woman. The last thing you saw before falling unconscious was her smirking at you.

~!~

           “Wakey wakey, princess,” the sound of a woman’s voice filled your ears. “You can’t die yet. We still need you.”

           “W-what…?” You stuttered as you came to your senses. The pain you expected to feel wasn’t there meaning that a healing potion had probably been used on you. You were laying on a row of chairs in some sort of aircraft. A dim light lit up the small room. You blinked as you looked towards the woman and eyes widened immediately. It was the same woman who tried to kill you and Noctis before. Quickly, you jumped up, ready to attack, but immediately fell back down from the sudden rush.

           “Take it easy. We’ll be there soon enough,” She chuckled at you as she stood up. “I have to admit, you were doing pretty well at first. Daemons like though, they take a team. Speaking of which, where’s princey boy?”

           “W-what do you want?” You managed to spit out at the woman – a glare deep in your hazel eyes.

           “Me? To get paid,” she shrugged.

           “I meant with me,” You slowly sat up. Silently, you summoned your daggers just in case you had to end this woman. However, the flash of the blue light that accompanied your summoning gave you away.

           “No need to get defensive, princess. If I wanted you to die, I would’ve let that giant crush you to death. I need you alive to get my moola,” She rubbed the tips of her fingers together to represent money. After not receiving a response from you, she frowned and dropped her hand. “Listen, believe it or not but I’m on your side-“

           “Bullshit. You tried to murder-“

           “Things have changed since then. Like you, I want the Empire to fall, too,” she shrugged as she plopped down beside you. You continued to frown at the woman. Did she really expect you to believe her bullshit? She was probably leading you to your death for all you know. She felt your intense stare as she turned to you with an arch brow and let out a chuckle.

           “What’s so fucking funny?” You deepened your frown.

           “She gave me that same look one time! When she didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t joined the Empire. Of course, I was lying then,” the woman continued to laugh to herself.

           “Who is she?!” You asked.

           “Ah… that’s right. You wouldn’t know her…” she looked at you with a bit of pity on her face. This angered you as you didn’t like strangers – especially those who tried to kill you – take pity on you.

           “Marina Y/L/N. Ring a bell?”

           Your daggers flashed away as an audible gasp escaped your mouth. “My… my-“

           “Your mom,” the woman stretched casually as she stood up before turning to you with a smirk on her face.

“Aranea Highwind. A pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N.”

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