#kingsglaive fanfiction

[raven-6-10]

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So like. SG-1 is scouting around and they see a herd of weird animals that look like a cross between a unicorn and a gazelle of all things, except kind of weird. But also not the weirdest they have ever seen. And they try to keep their distance, really, they're not stupid enough to approach unknown animals.

Except suddenly the entire herd starts running right at them, so of course they also start running to try to get out of the way. Only it turns out the Space Unicorns are running from a bunch of predators that look like really really big cats. Like, big honkin' space cats.

And oh shit, the Cats decided that humans actually offend them on a personal level, so now the team is really hauling ass to get away. And maybe taking some potshots at the Cats, who basically just shrug it off what the hell, and also they can zap you like their grandma was an electric eel, seriously what the hell, and maybe the team is running in the wrong direction, Daniel! the base is the other way! except is kind of too late to change that.

So they make it to the shore and are running along the beach, at least it's rocky and not sandy that would have been really bad to run along. And it looks like the cats are bored of the chase because they all stopped further back and now are only growling and hissing in their direction and backing away.

. . .

. . .

. . . something is growling real loud behind them.

[rosemary-morgan]

Nyx Ulric X F.Reader - Secret desire

(GIF is not mine!)

Summary: Nyx would die to rip off your dress here and now and fuck you in front of all the guests! But his job as a guard can't allow him to do that. Knowing that, you take the opportunity to tease him a little... with pleasurable consequences for you.

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹 And thanks to everyone who reads my stories. Thank you for your love!! 🌷🖤

Warning: Nsfw! 18+ 

Nyx Ulric X F.Reader - Secret desire (18+)

Clearing his throat repeatedly, Nyx tried as best he could to stand still at his duty position while he grew increasingly hot and simply felt the need to open his jacket. His blue eyes followed every graceful movement of the young woman in the white dress. Y/N was her name and Nyx had admired the beautiful woman from the first moment he had seen her. It hadn't taken long for the young kingsglaive to ask her out, and they had been a couple for three months now. A smile flashed across Nyx's lips as he watched his girlfriend talk to the other guests, her charming manner sparking interest in her listeners. Then she turned her head in his direction and she immediately gave him a bright smile that was meant for him alone.

Nyx raised his brown eyes, his gaze sliding from her feet up to her head and thereupon he gave her a seductive smile, followed by a wink. She looked simply stunning. The white fabric accentuated her skin and her hair fell in great waves down her delicate back.

"Babe..." he said silently, but Y/N could clearly read those words on his lips and she gave him a sensual smile. It was too bad that Nyx's task at the moment was to take care of the security of the guests and the king, while the birthday party of Prince Noctis was celebrated. Here under the starry sky and on the roof of the royal building, one could look down on the whole city. Definitely a great view, but Nyx could hardly take his eyes off his girlfriend, as she was too desirable and a blessing for his eyes.

Y/N turned away from the guests and wished them a pleasant evening before she made her way to Nyx. The black haired man purred softly at the sight of her smooth movements and Y/N knew exactly how to arouse Nyx's excitement without having to do much. When she had seen the white dress in the shop window, she had to buy it, because she had known Nyx would love it.

"Mmm, that dress looks wonderful on you" he purred in her ear after she had leaned over and kissed him softly in greeting.

Nyx's eyes wandered all over the area. He just wanted to make sure that everything was in order and that there was harmony among the guests. Not everyone was a sympathizer of the king, so the king's guards were always on hand.

"You smell wonderful," Nyx whispered as he stroked his hand over her lower back, then pulled her close to him.

Y/N's hazel eyes shimmered as she looked up at him and Nyx felt his desire for her grow, making it harder and harder for him to concentrate on his work. Her body was warm, tender, and all of that he was intensely aware of at the moment, because she had pressed herself against him and she knew exactly what she was doing.

"It's a shame you don't have time for me, Nyx."

She moistened her lower lip with her tongue, giving him a lascivious look as her hands stroked his chest. The young man closed his eyes for a moment to escape the sight of this delicate creature. But her scent, her warmth and her touch, made that impossible.

"Oh, baby girl. You have no idea what I'd love to do to you right now," he whispered, deeply aroused, and yet inside he was just desperate, because he couldn't just leave his post. A soft giggle was heard from her and Nyx couldn't help but smirk as well. Oh, she knew exactly how to tease him and he had to admit that he enjoyed it very much. His fingers slowly slid over her back, up and down, while he looked into her eyes.

"I would love to lay you across a table right now and have you in front of all the guests..."

"Nyx!"

Y/N gently slapped his chest before he could finish his sentence. She shook her head while her cheeks reddened. Nyx laughed in amusement when he saw her shocked expression. Lovingly, he cupped her delicate face and kissed her sensual lips, whereupon Y/N sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck. As passionate as his kisses were, this moment was as sweet as sugar.

"Mmm... Y/N, you're really not making it easy for me right now."

Smiling, the young woman closed her eyes as Nyx pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Very well, Nyx. I'll leave you to your work in peace," she replied, finally detaching herself from the Kingsglaive.

So she headed back into the crowd, leaving a very agitated Nyx. The latter racked his brains as to whether he could leave his post for ten minutes to secretly disappear with his girlfriend into one of the many rooms in this building.

"Sucks when you can't leave your position, huh?"

Libertus, a longtime friend of Nyx, approached him with a broad grin. Nyx rolled his eyes in annoyance. Yes, Libertus was right about that, but he didn't need to be told that as well.

"Why aren't you at your position, Libertus?"

"Good news for you, Nyx! We're supposed to switch places! Drautos arranged it."

"Drautos arranged this?"

Nyx raised his eyebrow, looking at his friend somewhat skeptically. Why would Drautos have arranged this?

"Are you going to switch with me or not? I mean... there's not a soul inside except for a few guards, and I could send Y/N to you with an excuse. But if you don't want to, I'll flirt with your girl a bit. I... ouch!"

Nyx didn't let Libertus finish the sentence, giving him a good smack on the back of his head, but they both laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, Libertus!"

And with a smirk on his lips, Nyx accepted Libertus' offer and switched positions with him. His eyes wandered among the many people, but he was only looking for Y/N and when he caught sight of her, he walked towards her with smooth movements. His deep blue eyes literally devoured the young woman. Hungry like a wolf approaching its prey. But as gently as a lamb, Nyx grazed her hip as he walked past her. His eyes looked deep into hers and she looked up at him with a somewhat surprised expression. But when he pointed his eyes in a certain direction, she immediately understood what Nyx was up to. Y/N instantly felt her stomach start to tingle and heat flooded her abdomen at the thought of what she and Nyx were about to do. 

The young Kingsglaive was already walking ahead of her and threw her another wink before turning his back on her.

The young woman waited a moment before sneaking off as well.

"Nyx?"

There was not a soul to be seen on the corridors of this floor. It was noticeably quieter than outside. The music still reached her ears, but it was somewhat muffled.

Without warning, someone grabbed her wrist and she knew immediately that it was Nyx who was about to pull her into his arms. She allowed it to happen and immediately she wrapped her arms around his broad neck as he began showering her delicate neck with soft kisses.

"Nyx... mhm"

Her fingers gently slid through his black hair, which felt so deliciously soft. It wasn't long before she felt Nyx pushing her against the wall, and she more than welcomed it. His hands wandered over her entire body, almost greedily, while his lips caressed the soft, sensitive skin on her neck. Panting softly, she leaned her head against the wall behind her and with her eyes closed, she enjoyed the moment.

The young man's hands slid over her hips, further down to her firm, buttocks, where he gripped them a little tighter. His tongue slid over her throat, up to her chin and finally he gently reached out to kiss her lips. Their tongues instantly played off each other, in a very natural way.

She withdrew from the kiss after a brief moment, but the young man used that to continue caressing her skin with his lips.

"We should... oh... mhm, Nyx..."

She whispered his name with desire as he bit her earlobe.

"If we're seen here... Nyx, please"

His tongue slid over her neck, and he knew exactly which spot to caress to drive Y/N out of her mind.

"I don't... care about that right now, babygirl. The only thing I want to do right now..."

He growled softly, deeply aroused by her and this whole situation, he pressed his body close to hers and his knee slid between her legs.

"... Is to fuck you till you lose your senses!"

Nyx voice was full of lust and full of desire for the brunette. Her fingers clawed desperately at his jacket as she realized that he really didn't seem to care if they were both caught here making love. Sure, it had a certain appeal to do it secretly in public, but in the end it was nobody's business what she and Nyx were doing together.

"Nyx, please. Let's go somewhere where we can be undisturbed!"

Nyx couldn't deny his girlfriend this wish, especially since he knew Y/N would never concentrate on the real thing if the fear of getting caught tormented her. Nyx stroked through her thick hair before kissing her gently and pulling away from her a bit. With a soft smile on his lips, he took her hand. Wordlessly, he led her with him, looking for a door that could also be opened and was not locked.

Nyx seemed more than impatient and this made Y/N laugh a little. Hearing this, the young man gave her a lascivious look.

"You can't wait yourself, baby girl. I know you!"

Nyx wasn't wrong about that.

"You think so?" she countered in a cheeky undertone, letting Nyx lead her further down the long corridor. She laughed softly as Nyx finally found happiness, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Finally!"

As soon as they entered the empty room, Nyx lifted his girlfriend into his arms and kissed her hungrily, while she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself to him completely.

He carried her in his arms like a bride and Y/N felt like a princess. And he was her prince, the Kingsglaive Nyx.

"Well, aren't you going to carry me to bed, Nyx?"

They had actually found a empty guest room, which had undoubtedly not been used for several months. It was a bit dusty, but that was no reason for them not to pursue their desire.

Nyx didn't let himself be asked a second time, so he took Y/N to the large guest bed and he had to admit that this large room was a welcome change from his small apartment. Nyx wanted to be able to offer his Y/N so much more than his small, gray apartment. He could definitely imagine moving in with her. She did him good, made his life worth living in the first place, because he knew she was waiting for him, that she loved him and valued him. Something Nyx had been looking for for so many years and out of the blue Y/N suddenly came into his life.

"I'm afraid we don't have too much time for this!" Nyx said regretfully as he laid her down in the soft sheets. Y/N pulled Nyx down by his jacket and began unbuttoning it.

"Then we should get moving, Nyx!" she smirked as she already undid the first buttons of his uniform.

Nyx's hungry kiss made her gasp in pleasure as she returned it. It didn't take long for Nyx to unbutton his pants and lower them enough to pull out his already highly aroused penis. His cock was eagerly waiting to sink into her warm, wet pussy.

"Your jacket and shirt, Nyx!"

It would be a shame not to show off his wonderful, well-toned torso. But Nyx whispered between hot kisses that they didn't have enough time for that, while his hand slipped under her dress and caressed the tender skin beneath.

Her head fell back invitingly and a fierce desire overtook Nyx, whereupon he wasted no more time in pulling the dress over her head and burying his face against her wonderful breasts to inhale her seductive scent.

"Oh, babygirl... you're so sexy."

His hand gripped her left breast after he undid her bra and threw it carelessly aside. His body pressed against hers as he took her stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked on it greedily. Y/N could clearly feel his big cock against her inner thigh. She could clearly feel how much it was pulsating and that excited her deeply.

The young man let go of her breast with a soft smack before he sat up and looked down at her. This desirable creature was still dressed only in her lace stockings. Oh, he was into that kind of thing! He loved it when she wore those silky stockings for him. They reached all the way up her firm thigh.

"Oh, yeah, that's exactly how I want you!"

Y/N smiled seductively and curled up in front of his eyes, knowing exactly what he liked. Playfully, she let her hands slide over her tits as she opened her legs, giving him a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Nyx's eyes were dark with desire as he lowered his head between her legs and began licking her. Instantly the young woman closed her eyes and her fingers clawed into his black hair as she moaned lustfully. His tongue circled her clit before he closed his lips around it and began to suck on it with pleasure.

"Ahhh!"

Hearing her pleasure was pure music to him and he enjoyed feasting on her juices to the fullest.

"Oh my god, Nyx..."

He was damn good with his tongue! His blue eyes looked up at her as his tongue circled over her clit and he watched her face contorted in pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed all over and her thighs began to tremble. At the sight, Nyx's cock swelled even more until finally it was almost unbearable. He released his lips from her womanhood and licked her nectar from his lips before covering her mouth with his and kissing her fiercely. Her arms wrapped around his broad neck as he made himself comfortable between her legs, taking his cock in his hand. He circled her clit with the silky tip of his penis, slid between her wet folds, and finally pushed into her with a powerful thrust. They both moaned together.

She pulled him close, her hands sliding over his hard buttocks where she dug her fingers into the firm flesh as he fucked her hard.

"Y/N!"

The feeling of being inside her was indescribably beautiful and so damn arousing. His hands gripped at her buttocks and he lifted her to meet his thrusts. His movements became faster, rougher, and the young woman beneath him clawed at the soft sheet as she melted with lust and desire.

"Ahh! Nxy!"

Her head fell back into the pillows as her upper body rose up and she was taken by a hot wave of pleasure that gave her an incredible orgasm. At the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, Nyx couldn't hold on any longer and he moaned in deep lust, thrusting hard into her a few times until he too finally came and shot his cum deep inside her. Nyx pressed tightly against her groin as he unloaded inside her and Y/N watched him do so, seeing how beautiful he was as he savored his climax.

Full of love and affection, he looked at Y/N before kissing her tenderly on her mouth. Both still panting and satisfied by their climax, Nyx withdrew from her and lay down next to Y/N on the soft bed. His chest rose and fell in a quick beat as he looked up at the ceiling with a grin before turning his gaze to Y/N. He gently pulled her to his chest and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Wrapping his arm around her, the young woman snuggled against his chest.

"Mhm, that was fantastic", she whispered, purring softly. She would love to fall asleep in this bed right now, but unfortunately that was not possible. Especially since Nyx had to get back to his duty.

"How long will your duty last?"

"Until all the guests go home, or our prince decides to end his birthday party early," Nyx replied while caressing the tender skin on her shoulder. She curled up against his body and sighed soundlessly, but she smiled.

"Then I'll wait for you and we'll go home together," she whispered, and Nyx was pleased by her idea. He looked down at his girlfriend with a warm smile and gently brushed a few strands of hair from her cheek.

"That would be wonderful," he whispered, hugging her closer to him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment with his beloved before he would have to return to his duties.

[whostarlockeda03]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV, Kingsglaive Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pelna Khara/Nyx Ulric, Pelna Khara & Nyx Ulric Characters: Pelna Khara, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, First Kiss, Near Death Experiences, Near Death, Fear, Tears, Crying, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Idiots in Love, Nyx Ulric Being an Idiot, Feelings Realization, Mild Language Summary:

Soulmates didn’t work like the movies in real life.

In the movies, relationships between soulmates were always romantic, and the people always met in such ridiculous and dramatic circumstances, and their relationship was always perfect with absolutely no effort required from either party.

But it wasn’t real.

or,

Nyx has been friends - and nothing more than that - with Pelna for years. But after a close brush with death, something changes between them

[the-puppets-mistress]

Call all Nyx Ulric fans!

I've decided I'm going to try to write a Fem!Nyx that's bonded with dragons, mostly cause I fucking like dragons and want Nyx to have dragons as well. There's a possibility of one of three pairings

RegNyx

CorNyx

DrauNyx

The premise is this-

Nyx is sent on a mission to the ruins of Solhiem, specifically to a place called Agoria Hall, which could have possibly been a dragon breeding farm, I'm undecided, but there in the ruins or in the surrounding area she finds the remains of a large she-dragon curled around an overgrown nest. Now she either finds one egg or two, I have color palettes picked for both eggs and dragons.

[vaulttechie]

Oh boy I’m glad you asked

Tagging/linking my absolute faves here 😊

I adore their work and their writing styles are amazing - huge thank you to them for sharing because I’ve been obsessed with their stories for years

@niule - A Shot in the Dark (Fallout New Vegas)

@hanalwayssolo - my fave in their collection is Laws of Motion (FFXV/Kingsglaive) but there’s plenty more!

u ever read a fanfic so good that you want. fanfic of the fanfic

[zelsisi]

Thanks for the tag @outcastcommander I appreciate it XD

Three Ships: Zero/Jullus, Sylvain/Felix, Dimitri/Claude (first one is FFXIV ship and the other two are FE3H ships)

First Ship Ever: Ummmmm. I don’t remember so I’m just gonna say OC x OC

Last Song: Luna from Kingsglaive (I used it to sleep and haven’t listened to anything else since I woke up)

Last Movie: Dune (The 2021 version)

Currently Reading: Fanfiction and also backstory things for my character

Currently Watching: NEST videos (they’re a FFXIV raid group and they’re amusing sometimes to me and lets me see fights I’m not comfy with yet)

Currently Consuming: Lunch (I had pasta with marinara sauce)

Currently Craving: Cake and Ice Cream (I has sweet tooth)

Tagging: @dragneel-twins @actualanxiousswampwitch @walk-ng-d-saster and anyone else who wants to give it a go

[garbria]

( beginning of the year writer asks ) 1 , 4 , & 5 ?

1. What's a trope you want to explore this year?

I would love to finally get around to writing a time travel fix it, or time loop au. I love those. Soulmate au, too! Arranged marriage or bodyguard fic. I have many ideas!

4. If you write fanfiction, is there a fandom you haven't written for that you want to this year? Are you going to try?

FFXV/Kingsglaive has consumed me the past couple of years, so I’m not sure what other fandom I would write for. I have ideas for an Assassin’s Creed/FFXV fusion fic bouncing around, if that counts. Maybe FFVII? Especially with the Crisis Core Remake out now, I do love me some Zack/Cloud content. 

5. Is there a ship you haven't written for that you're going to try to write for this year?

Maybe DrauCor? I’ve written CorNyx(my OTP), DrauNyx, and DrauCorNyx, but I’ve yet to write just DrauCor. I haven’t written much for the chocobros, maybe some polyship roadtrip.

Thanks for the ask!

[raven-6-10]

@a-world-in-grey

Does Nyx even need a permission to resign? Can't he just do it, since he signed for the job of free will?

Or does it depend? Like normally, he would give Captain Drautos a notice, work additional six months and then he's free, no questions asked. But if he wants to leave at the end of the month, he needs permission from the King and a good reason for doing so.

I think I'm gonna need a list of Sola's relationship status in different verses because I'm lost.

Nox!Sola gets married at 20 and has three kids by the time canon rolls around.

Dyn!Sola is married but has only the one kid when she's 27.

Hanahaki!Sola is dating but not married?

And I have no idea what the rest of them are doing.

No problem!

In Shadows of Heaven's Light, Sola starts dating Libertus at 20, marries at 24, and they adopt their first kid during the Long Night when Sola is 27-28 (exact timeline on that is still TBD). For reference, Libertus is 5 years older than Sola.

For aus or crossovers where Sola and Libertus don't time travel, they end up adopting another four kids. Sola dies in her sixties from the strain using so much magic over the years had on her body, while Libertus lives into his eighties and gets to meet the first of his great-grandkids.

Take My Breath au (Hanahaki!Sola), Libertus and Sola don't start dating until she's 25 at the earliest, but I may push that back to when she's 26-27 depending what I plan to do with the plot. So she and Libertus are dating but not married by the time canon starts.

Sunshine Never Stops au (Nif!Sola), Sola doesn't meet Libertus until she's 19-20 years old, and while she does get a crush on him, she hasn't at all considered the idea of dating anyone while she's so focused on curing the Starscourge.

Nox!Sola starts dating Libertus when she's 20, like in SoHL, but she and Libertus have a whoops pregnancy when she's 21, resulting in twins when she's 21-22. Sola and Libertus marry Galahdian-style shortly after Sola finds out she's pregnant, but they don't have a Lucian wedding until after the twins are born. Then, during the Roadtrip Nox and Sola take Noctis on when Nox and Sola are about 24, Sola finds out part way through that she's pregnant again, resulting in kid #3 by the time she's 25. Which is all I've got so far for that.

Dyn!Sola again started dating Libertus at 20, only for Noctis to disappear a year later. Sola and Libertus married shortly before Noctis came home with Dyn, and Sola got pregnant about three months before Noctis' Coming of Age, shortly before she turned 25, so she'll give birth in the coming spring, a couple months before she turns 26. As for how many kids that'll be... I think I'll keep that under my hat for now. >:)

But general rule of thumb: if Sola's younger than 20, she hasn't started dating Libertus, and barring a whoops baby or other unusual circumstance, Libertus and Sola date for four years (traditional in Lucian culture) before getting married. And, barring extenuating circumstances such as time travel, Libertus and Sola eventually end up with a bunch of kids, biological and/or adopted.

Hope this helps!

[ivorydice]

( beginning of the year writer asks ) 8 , 10 , 12 , & 17 ?

8. Is there any projects you're starting this year?

I hope many successful projects lol! That is the dream! I think most of the stuff I'm planning to work on aren't new things, aka they're stuff that needs to be reworked or hit the second draft phase or continued from where it's left off, etc, so I don't know if they count lol. If they do count then definitely starting the second draft of my whumpy angsty FFXV fic in which Gladio and Noct get booted down a mine shaft and they suffer for it.

A new project I definitely want to start this year is my Merlin/Mordred s5 au enemies-to-secret lovers longfic, because I can't handle just daydreaming about it anymore, but I'm not sure if that should count since it's a super self-indulgent fic project lol and I'm not sure if it'll even get shared or not XD

I've also been considering getting a Bad Things Happen Bingo card, so that might be like a whole project in itself XDD

I don't want to overwhelm myself though. I'm just gonna go where the inspiration takes me lol.

10. Do you have a goal for this year for your writing? Any word count? A genre you want to mark off?

I'm still trying not to put too much pressure on myself, so no set word count, but I do want to try and make writing more of a habit this year. I'm going to try and write nearly every day if not every day. 400 words a day shouldn't be too hard right? Right??? I'd like to increase my productivity and speed, really, since I'm currently too slow lmao.

Another goal is to just finally get my fic Nemo finished!! It's a FFXV fic about Noct being kidnapped by the empire and turned into a weapon for Niflheim, and I love that fic and I want to see it done already!

12. If you haven't created any, will you create any OCs? Will you create more OCs?

For fanfiction stuff, the only OCs I tend to create are side characters to help drive the plot along in the stories, I don't really make OCs that are intended to be main characters or have any sort of big focus on them.

I do have an OC that was inspired by Legend of Zelda and Pokémon, she was made to be able to be inserted into the likes of Ocarina of Time or Pokémon or even FFXV at a push, so I might develop her more this year and see if I can make a project out of her.

17. Any AUs you want to try this year?

I'm not really big on writing full AUs (though I don't mind reading them!), I like to write AUs that play around with canon things. I'm not sure really, maybe some AUs with good uncle!Ardyn, I never get tired of exploring what could have been with him :D Or maybe some AU where Noct gets to be a badass in front of the kingsglaive and gets to lead them in war.

Thanks so much for the ask!! :DDD

Beginning of the Year Writer Asks

[hyperionswrath-a]

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 

⸻  Pre/During Final Fantasy VIII ⸻  Post Final Fantasy VIII ⸻  Dark Verse set post Final Fantasy VIII ⸻  Kingsglaive / Final Fantasy XV  ⸻  Final Fantasy VII (Resistance Fighter or Turk) ⸻  Cyberpunk ⸻  Elden Ring ⸻  Medieval ⸻  Kingdom Hearts ⸻  Resident Evil

⸻  ˖𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆˖ / ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴠɪɪɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ   (heavily leaning on my fanfiction) Note: This verse disregards the ending sequence where Seifer can be seen in Balamb, fishing with Fujin and Raijin. General setting: The Second Sorceresses War is over. After all that was said and done, the chaos left in its wake had been manyfold, political tension on an all-time high and peace more fragile than ever. Galbadia: Unstable in its inner political situation, General Caraway has been established as the one in charge so long as a new leader for the country can be found and established. Timber, Dollet, and several smaller towns have officially joined the many resistance groups, effectively militarizing them. Balamb: The official place of operation of  Balamb Garden and its Commander once more. To keep the unstable political situation worldwide at bay, contracts have been signed that prohibit the Garden from traveling. SEEDs are being dispatched still, however, they are not to interfere in political contexts, thus usually working jobs as monster hunters - cleaning up after the Lunar Cry. There are close communications between Balamb and Deling City, specifically General Caraway due to the known familial connection of the Balamb Garden Commander and the president of Esthar. Esthar: Formerly a secluded state, the president is now forced to still his hand to not destabilize the worldwide situation more. The country instead focuses on rebuilding itself while being mindful not to antagonize the outer political situations further. Research and technology is at an all-time high due to easier imports and exports. Trabia: There have been discussions to have Esthar help rebuild Trabia Garden, however due to the strenuous situation, those have been halted. Some Balamb SeeDs are frequently dispatched to help secure the area while residents try to make ends meet in the ruins. Centra: Several small towns have been erected on the coasts of the formerly deserted continent, all inhabited by refugees of the war. After his fight with Squall and the Fated Children, Seifer was left inside the Lunatic Pandora, having been struck down by Squall’s gunblade and his presumed end almost finalized by the Guardian Force Gilgamesh, leaving him severely wounded, his heart only barely missed by the entities’ blade. Coming back when they heard the commotion, Fujin and Raijin, arrived just in time to safe Seifer’s life. They took him in and nursed him back to life, dealing with the fallout of him coming to realize what he had done after Ultimicia’s thrall on his mind had finally been lifted. Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, and severe tremors rendering him almost unable to keep going, along with both survivor’s guilt as well as the ever present general guilt weighing down on him for what he had done. He stayed until he was healthy enough to move, then parted ways with them, unable to stay in one place and unwilling to put his best friends in danger anymore. With transmissions via TV restored, the entire war and its fallout had been seen by the whole world. Thus, there was no place for Seifer Almasy to find refuge anymore. He had officially been declared a war criminal and was wanted all over the world ever since. He would travel through Galbadia for a while, finding jobs for hire to hunt down Monsters or do errand runs by means of earning himself some Gil. At long last, he would decide to board a ship to Centra, where he would find a place to stay among the refugees in a small but expanding town named Rachdale, where he would hire as a dockworker by day and bartender by night. Stats for Seifer before Centra: Age: 20 -  23 years Residence: none, he keeps moving Occupation: Works for hire (mercenary jobs, monster hunts, errands) Stats for Seifer during Centra: Age: ca 25 years and up (as per default he is around 31 years old) Residence: Rachdale, Centra (Lolesterin Plains) Occupation: Dock worker, bartender

⸻  ˖𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌˖ / ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴠɪɪɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

A Verse for everyone wanting to explore things before and during the beginning of the main game. Seifer spends his time at Balamb Garden, head of the Disciplinary Committee, occasionally traveling places in the little free time that is given to cadets. This verse is open for all kinds of interactions like Seifer getting to know Rinoa, exploring relationships between characters such as Seifer and Squall prior to the main game, or Quistis and Seifer being the same age, yet Quistis being a superior to him. Also offering the exploration of what happened during / shortly after Time Compression in this context.

⸻  ˖𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃˖ / ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Note: This verse disregards the ending sequence where Seifer can be seen in Balamb, fishing with Fujin and Raijin.

General setting: Galbadia: Staying true to its prior understanding of military prowess, even after the war Galbadia quickly found a way to restore inner peace and force the various rebelling groups to their knees. With General Caraway lost in the war, a new leader had risen to shine and rule - some even deeming him more corrupt and cold-blooded than president Vincer Deling had been. As such, it was a common sight to find mercenaries for hire, secret agents, and others of similar trade doing the dirty work, underhanded wet jobs, and otherwise obscure dealings to secure the political power spreading the entire continent. Balamb: Operating base of Balamb Garden and their Commander. Garden still deploys SeeDs on mercenary missions, often to try and disrupt the Galbadian forces which have grown more volatile and aggressive towards other countries. Esthar: Tightly connected to the Balamb Garden operations, Esthar tries to supply both Balamb and Trabia with the necessary technology. Having suffered severe damage during the Lunar Cry, however, its military prowess has been reduced to a minimum and is, to this day, heavily focused on securing the surrounding land, ridding it from the remaining monsters, oftentimes relying on SeeD deployments. Trabia: The Garden has been repaired for the most part with the help of Estharian scientists and constructors. It serves as an outpost for Balamb Garden to dispatch SeeDs in the area.  

Had it not been for the cursed Fated Children and their precious leader, he would have succeeded - that was the firm belief of Seifer Almasy when he came to.

There was no gratitude to be had from him when he awoke under the ministrations of his former posse - whatever that meant nowadays.

He had soldiered on through the war without them and the fact they nursed him back to life after leaving him to nearly die inside the Lunatic Pandora was, in his book, only right and the least they could do to make amends..

He would still leave them behind without a word as soon as he could walk again.

Being ever the tactician, his way led him back to Galbadia quickly. Having learned of the shift in political powers and the new leading figure, he knew he had found the perfect mold for himself to fit in. As much as someone like him would ever fit in somewhere, that was.

Thankfully, the transmissions established back in Dollet had been cut off during the war, and thus his face had not been plastered all over the world during that time. Still, enough people knew his face for him to tread more carefully than he liked to. Enough people still wanted to see him dead.

And yet, placing himself strategically close to the new president to both gather information on the hated Lion of Balamb and his little club of friends, as well as staying on top of his game by working wet jobs and other underhanded mercenary work, he resorted to staying in Deling City, biding his time until he would strike again.

Stats: Age: 31 years Residence: Deling City Occupation: head hunter / mercenary

Please note This is a Dark Verse for my muse. Meaning there will be triggering topics, so if you are interested in tackling this verse, a certain amount of tolerance for such is needed. This Verse’s Seifer hates Squall’s group of friends and is intent on having his revenge. He is spiteful, violent, obsessive, vile, vengeful and will overstep boundaries. He might even have a certain air of insanity to him due to his near-death encounter and the mind-meddling Ultimicia did.

⸻  ˖𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑˖ / ᴋɪɴɢꜱɢʟᴀɪᴠᴇ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Seifer was born in Niflheim, his heritage to be seen in his facial features, much to his younger self’s chagrin. Unbeknownst to him and most people in general, his father is none other than Verstael Besithia, who had given in to a fleeting obsession with a woman working for him. Unable to bear the shame of what happened to her, his mother left Seifer at an orphanage in Accordo, where he lived until he was six. At age six he was taken in by a military academy in Leide and raised as a mercenary. At age 19 he failed his final field exam as he disobeyed a direct order to retreat from a Niflheim battlefield, thus furthering his already festering anger about unfair treatment due to him hailing from the enemy lines, along with the lingering yet deeply repressed feeling of never being good enough or able to do something right in the people deciding where his life and future would lead. Frustrated and certain he could do better, he went after a group of just-promoted mercenaries as they were assigned to abduct a high-ranking Niflheim head figure, to make one last attempt to redeem himself and help them in their mission, convinced only he knew how to handle the situation and that he had deserved the assignment - which ended him up as the face of the abduction in the media. Thus, with his back against the wall and certain to be executed, he fell victim to the mind games and manipulation of a powerful entity clad in human flesh. Being coaxed to join Niflheim as the right hand of a woman named Ultimicia, wielding powers only a Daemon could, she made him believe he was on the winning side, granted to become the hero he always dreamed to be - thus he got involved in the war. While serving, he committed war crimes such as torture, murder, and other unspeakable things, his unit being the one responsible for the destruction of Galahd, shortly thereafter ending up being dismantled by King Regis’ forces. Ending up severely wounded and taken in as a prisoner of war by Lucis, he was offered a place with the Kingsglaives at age 21 as he both was able to provide useful insights on the Niflheim strategies at the time, as well as willing to swear his fealty to the Crown, once more seeking redemption now that he was out of the grasps of manipulation. Stats: Age: 31 years Education: Mercenary-Applicant (failed final exam) Residence: Crown City Occupation: Kingsglaive 

⸻  ˖𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘˖ / ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴠɪɪ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

His parents unknown, Seifer was raised in an orphanage in the slums of Midgar, Sector 5 until age six. Always having dreamed of becoming a hero, he was determined to join the ranks of SOLDIER, causing him to apply as soon as he was old enough. Being admitted to SOLDIER after almost failing the first test, Seifer underwent the base training but never made it First Class, his headstrong attitude and the fact that he started to question both the ways in which the units were dispatched along with their use for a huge company like ShinRa rendering him useless in the eyes of his superiors, who finally cut him off before he could cause any more trouble. Being a failure having become a recurring theme at this point, it turned him bitter and arrogant, occasionally aggressive even. Leaving his life for the company and SOLDIER behind for good at the age of 21, he soon found refuge with a band of anarchists that had taken a liking to what AVALANCHE was doing at the time, trying to follow in their footsteps. They founded their own resistance group, naming it the SENTINELS. Stats: Age: 31 years (timeline dependant) Education: SOLDIER (failed to attain First Class) Residence: Midgar, Sector 7 Slums Occupation: none // resistance fighter Alternative Verse: Instead of being released from SOLDIER without honors, he is being offered a place among the Turks, serving as an efficient and nearly unstoppable force to protect President ShinRa and his family along with taking care of wet jobs and dirty work most others would shy away from. Stats: Age: 31 years (timeline dependant) Education: SOLDIER (failed to attain First Class) Residence: Midgar proper Occupation: Turk 

⸻  ˖𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑˖ / ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

This Verse is open for all settings revolving around Cyberpunk / Futuristic AUs like Cyberpunk 2077, Bladrunner, Detroid:Become Human etc. Default background story and setting below, but this Verse’s Seifer can also easily be thrown into the abovementioned settings. ESTHAR A dazzling metropolis build in the midst of an inhospitable desert filled with monsters of all kind, both technology and science have been thriving for uncounted years - most of them behind closed off walls of a protective shield hiding the huge city from the world’s view, making it both untraceable and unreacheable. Focused on their own struggles within, society had slowly but surely started to divide in those able to afford the luxuries their own people’s inventions brought (whether by working on the same themselves or being lucky enough to having been born into wealth), and those who could not. Poverty at an all-time-high in the slums of Esthar, crime spiked soon after, forcing the hand of the government against the president’s will to start production of drones, AI-focused security humanoids and other technology to ensure no riots would tear the city asunder. Meanwhile, science had found ways and means to augment the human body, oftentimes implementing the infamous para-magic discovered by Dr. Odyne in some of the parts allowing for easier access to analyzing spells and the like that no longer needed magic adaptability of the host. Soon people from all over the city started augmenting their bodies, some of them for simple fashion statements, others for usability and practicability. Once the wall was removed and Esthar back open to the entire world, another huge peak in development was reached as more people were able to both fund and test the creations. Amidst all of this, corporations had begun to amass wealth with shady businesses, rumors of experiments with augmented monsters making their rounds, while the lower class suffered from the fact that they had to rely on insufficient support for their own augmentations - often sold for a small amount of Gil to them, but too expensive in maintenance, thusly making them effectively slaves to the system, labouring away their debt. One corporation, Tek-Co, even went so far as to sent their own delegation of highly augmented Repomen out, harvesting the debtors’ organs if they were too long overdue with their payments. Contracting as such, Seifer Almasy makes his money by paying visits to those that do not pay up by night, while making use of the skills he honed in his youth to hunt down monsters for contracts at day. The world doesn’t care about the Second Sorceresses War anymore with all their current troubles about, and he blends in perfectly now - highly augmented, his entire upper body, arms, and legs have been replaced by technology, making him an even more dangerous adversary than ever before. Stats: Age: 31 years (timeline dependant) Education: Mercenary Residence: Esthar Occupation: Repoman / Bounty Hunter 

⸻  ˖𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒˖ / ᴇʟᴅᴇɴ ʀɪɴɢ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

It happened an age ago. But when I recall, I see it true. On a night of wint'ry fog. The rune of death was stolen And the demigods began to fall, starting with Godwyn the Golden. Queen Marika was driven to the brink. The Shattering ensued; a war that wrought only darkness. The Elden Ring was broken, but by whom? And why? What could the Demigods ever hope to win by warring? The conqueror of the stars, General Radahn. And the Blade of Miquella, Malenia the Severed. These two were the mightiest to remain, and locked horns in combat. But there would be no victor. And so, we inhabit a fractured world. Awaiting the arrival of the Elden Lord. Unless of course, thou shouldst take the crown? Not remembering the exact time he arrived in the Lands Between, Tarnished and disoriented, Seifer has made his way, honing his skills and proving himself against various enemies, deadly and dangerous. Eventually crossing the path of the Half-Wolf warrior Blaidd, he learned of Ranni the Witch and her endeavors. Finally having found a reason and a goal in a place that seemed only hostile and set to destroy everyone setting foot in it, Seifer became the Witches Knight, now travelling the Lands Between to further her goals. Stats: Age: seemingly 31 years (though who can tell...) Education: Confessor Residence: The Three Sisters, though traveling the Lands Between Occupation: The Witch's Knight 

⸻  ˖𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐑˖ / ᴍᴇᴅɪᴇᴠᴀʟ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

This Verse is open for all settings revolving around Medieval / Fantasy / Viking AUs like The Witcher, Vikings, Arthurian Legends, etc. Default background story and setting below, but this Verse’s Seifer can also easily be thrown into the abovementioned settings. This Verse will be set up depending on how much it is requested and what the main focus on these requests is. If you are interested in playing this Verse with me, please reach out so we can throw ideas around :) 

⸻  ˖𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃˖ / ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Note: This verse assumes everything that happened during Final Fantasy VIII OG took place. Background: After Ultimicia plunged the world into time compression, it was inevitably connected to other worlds, opening up via the same pathways that would later allow the wielder of the keyblade to traverse them. Time and space became hard to tell apart, and while Squall and his friends managed to stop Ultimicia at last, nothing would be the same again after. Finding their world irrevocably changed, Radiant Garden was where they all found themselves, calling it their new home. With Seifer having been exposed to the effects of time compression at a different moment than the others, he was not placed in Radiant Garden like them, but instead woke up after the sundering of this world, turning it into Hollow Bastion when Ansem the Wise was plunged into darkness. Kingdom Hearts 1: While Ultimicia had been destroyed in the process of Squall and his friends fighting her, and her plans thus remaining unfulfilled, the sudden severing of his knightly bond to her left Seifer with muddled memories as he awoke at the steps of Hollow Bastion. There he was welcomed by yet another sorceress taking advantage of his state of mind and placing herself in Ultimicia's stead. Maleficent made Seifer believe he was still on his mission to serve as a Sorceress's Knight, making him swear loyalty to her and helping her further her plans in kidnapping the princesses of the many worlds now connected by the darkness. When yet another world was consumed by the darkness, Maleficent presented Seifer with a student he was to take under his wing - a silver-haired boy who the Sorceress had claimed as yet another servant, assuring him of his greatness and bestowing upon him a keyblade. Begrudgingly, Seifer took on the role of mentor, teaching the boy all he knew about fighting and wielding a weapon, inevitably spending many hours with him. As such, he would eventually, despite his muddled memories and mind,  notice the parallels between the both of them. Their past, their hearts, and even their view on the world seemed in many aspects to be similar, causing Seifer to develop a protective streak over the boy despite himself. However, Maleficent had other plans and would continue to dig her claws into the boy's mind, twisting his motifs and soon awakening something inside him that would cause things to steer into directions no one had foreseen. With Riku at the top of his power, Maleficent had no more use for Seifer now that he had successfully helped to bring in all the princesses together with the silver-haired boy, ensuring he could hold his own in a fight as well. Thus the blond was kept at Hollow Bastion to fend off any intruders, not rarely having him encounter and ward off the Beast. Kingdom Hearts 2: When Maleficent was seemingly killed, the magical bond imitating the one he used to have with Ultimicia got severed, leaving Seifer mostly a shell caught up in memories of old. Having felt pity upon seeing him, Naminé made him a part of the simulation of Twilight Town, yet only being able to use what she could glean from his memories, all she could do was place him there as a boy. Having found a connection to his childhood friends, Naminé was also able to bring Fujin and Raijin into the simulation, which ultimately helped Seifer to slowly regain his actual memories as he resided in Twilight Town. Running into Roxas and his friends as often as he did, and picking him as his rival also resulted in things the harsh severing of magical bonds that had broken inside of his mind to fall back into place, Roxas becoming a substitute for him to recall his actual childhood and youth alongside Squall, which more and more reflected in his behavior and speech. Unable to tell how he would be able to make it out of what more and more felt like a prison, Seifer then continued to follow Roxas who, after a while, displayed strange changes in behavior himself. Shortly before Roxas vanished, Seifer had regained his full memories, causing him to approach the boy.  

"Why does looking at you always tick me off?"

⸻ “I dunno. Maybe it’s destiny.”

"Destiny... In that case, let's be friends. I don't feel like cooperating with destiny."

His entire life seemingly having been at the whim of destiny, Seifer decided to once more rebel against it and go his own way. Tracing the steps Roxas had taken, he managed to meet Naminé before she was ultimately removed from Twilight Town, allowing her to see the full extent of his memories and thus ultimately enabling her to transfer his mind back into his adult body.

Seifer woke in the basement of Twilight Town, observing a brunet he has chanced to see before - Sora. Knowing about his connection to Riku and the fact that the boy kept talking about finding the same, Seifer followed him to Radiant Garden, in hopes to find his former student as well.

This verse will be extended in the future if neccessary.

⸻ ˖𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐄˖ / ʀᴇꜱɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

Grown up an orphan due to the devastation wreaked in the years prior to the downfall of the original Umbrella Corporation, Seifer had been taken in by the Global Academy for Regional Defense against Epidemics and Non-life (G.A.R.D.E.N.) as a child, being raised and trained ever since so he could later join their special forces, S.E.E.D. (Special Extraction and Evacuation Divison). Being a difficult and hot-headed child, however, he did not qualify as the type of soldier the Academy needed, and thus was set up to fail from the start - which he ultimately did. With the Academy only allowing their students to remain until their 20th birthday - unless they succeeded in their final field exam and were embraced into the ranks of S.E.E.D. - Seifer left in favor of looking for employment elsewhere. From hereon it is flexible whether Seifer joined the B.S.A.A., or the H.C.F. (or any other faction). We can plot if he works as a mercenary or if he teams up with your muse, or even is antagonistic towards them. Stats: Age: 31 years (timeline dependant) Education: Mercenary Residence: unknown / dependant on plot Occupation: dependant on plot (usually Mercenary)

[triometra]

Yo, big Cor fan, can‘t tell you why, it just happened. Definitely play the Gladio DLC if you want a liiiiittle bit more canon content. The kingsglaive movie doesn’t portray him (it does however introduce you to Nyx who‘s often shipped with him. And Drautos too.).

If it‘s more less-canon stuff you seek however 👀 there is a fan-theory that Cor was the one who stole baby Prompto from the Niflheim MT-Factory which spawned a bunch of fanfiction about the man being a struggling dad. I mean he‘s perfect for that trope, it‘s what got me interested in him. The no.1 fanfiction you should be reading if that interests you is Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos_saeculum on AO3 (Note that I’m biased because I am obsessed with it, and also it‘s very long.)

My understanding of him evolved into this aged like fine wine, ADHD burnout that really needs some goddamn rest but everyone keeps him on his toes and his workaholic personality can‘t say no to a new problem. I’ve seen him portrayed as very chill, very deadpan, laconic and based and that’s all I love in a character. Dude‘s just so done, very relatable. My favorite genre of people writing Cor is him being very no-bullshit but at the same time he’s constantly forced to deal with the weirdest, funniest behaviour and happenings from the people around him who don‘t care that he would like to just be a normal marshal who does normal marshal stuff. They call him Cor the Immortal and he hates it.

Also another staple of his is feeling guilty for stuff he couldn‘t have stopped anyway. That‘s canon.

I‘ve also seen a lot of good younger Cor content, because it‘s basically canon that he was a huge, self-endangering little shit that thought he‘s unbeatable to the point of challenging anything and being a massive brat about it. A real punk. Didn‘t give a shit about orders he found stupid. Still doesn‘t but wouldn‘t encourage it, probably.

I‘ve always loved a mentor character and while I admit he‘s not super special in the game (He is onscreen for… not a lot of time and he‘s really just a military dude) the fanwork is what turned him into a huge comfort character of mine.

Hello, Cor Leonis tag followers. I’m wondering if some of you might feel like enlightening me with some Cor propaganda.

See, I played FFXV when it came out and didn’t play the rest of the DLC/updates and didn’t watch Kingsglaive. As a result… I feel like I barely know this character. But I want to know him!! I can see that he has some dedicated fans, so I’d love to hear about what makes you love him.

I’d especially like to know more about his personality. How would you describe him? What are some of the most obscure things you know about him? Are there any scenes you find really good or important? Tell me your wisdom.

[whostarlockeda03]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Relationships: Aranea Highwind/Nyx Ulric Characters: Aranea Highwind, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Titus Drautos | Glauca Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentioned Biggs Callux, Mentioned Wedge Kincaid, Reunions, First Meetings, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, off-screen sex, Galahdian Culture (Final Fantasy XV), Galahd (Final Fantasy XV), First Kiss, First Time, First Love, Crush at First Sight, Teen Romance, Time Skips, No Plot/Plotless, Light Angst, Angst and Romance, Resentment, Bitterness, Anger, Loss of Trust, Memories, Emotional Hurt, Hurt, Making Out, Kissing, Fluff, Fluff and Angst Series: Part 1 of Between a Commodore and a King Summary:

Maybe it was just her destiny to run into Nyx Ulric and realise that she was fucked.

Aranea Highwind met Nyx Ulric for the first time when she was fifteen years old. She was older, when she met him next, but it seems some things never change...

2nd chapter now up!!

[dktakes12-blog]

Contemplation

I didn't play FFXV for weeks after launch because I was pissed Nyx wasn't in my game. He's literally all I wanted in FFXV. Plus, I might have a thing for broken ass and angsty Nyx. Just saying.

Things go wrong. That's the nature of the world. There's a twist, a turn, and suddenly he's scrambling to put the world back together again. The butterfly effect times ten overthrew his life years ago. Sure, there were other men who  could put the world back. But would they do it right? Nyx hadn't meant to take all of this on his shoulders, he honestly hadn't. He had only meant to be a tool and pay back his debuts.

Somehow, he ended up the hero anyways.

Nyx flipped his hand; fire rolled across his knuckles like a playful kitten. Even though he seemed to have tamed it, he was waiting to get bitten. Labeled as an arrogant hero by others, Nyx knew he was destined to fall eventually. And he would fall. As long as it was protecting someone, he didn't really care when it happened. Too bad he was rather terrible at the whole protection thing.

Her face flickered against the unfocused fuzz of his gaze. He could almost see the upturn of her mouth, the tilt at the corner of her eyes, in the stream of live crowds and banners and excitement playing in an endless loop on the television. A treaty already coated in the blood of others and still the populace celebrated. How shocking, those damn Niffs destroyed what was a solid hope for the people of Insomnia. And he and the rest of the Glaive had to keep quiet about it, keep the panic down while they scrambled for a plan to accomplish something. The world was left balanced on his shoulders and Nyx' joints were threatening to break.

A sharp streak of brown distracted him; it was the twist of well practiced hands tying up hair. The scent of softness and sun filled his lungs. He could almost see her, reed thin but lovely as her bare heels tapped on his cupboards and her fists gripped the countertops. It didn't matter how many times he told either of them to get off the counter, his girls didn't care. Nyx blinked. The figure of his sister or of Crowe, he couldn't tell and their eyes kept shifting from blue to brown and back again, disappeared. But her scent, their scent, still filled every inch of air he tried to breathe.

He snapped his fist closed and the flames sparked for an instant before death. Whose face did he see anymore anyways? His sister's or Crowe's? At the end of the day, it didn't matter much. He was still a hot shot wannabe and they were still dead.

His throat stiffened and he leaned back into the creaking springs and cracked leather of his chair. The top of his head rested against the cool wall, flecks of paint chipped into his hair. Inconveniences he'd rather have than death. What a selfish prick he was, letting Crowe die. He just...let it happen. Just like before. The same damn situation, over and over again. Powerless despite the aid of a King. If the aid of a King was still nothing, useless, how was he supposed to fight against anything?

No. Fight back. There's more to this then an ending. There are others, thousands of others, that need a leg up. Didn't he deserve one too? You get what you get, Hero. Play your cards or fold. What cards did he have left to play? He felt like he had none. He threw himself into the fray, changed plans at a drop of a hat, and tossed his own life aside like a simple pawn. Maybe he needed to start playing the game like a queen. He could have saved Crowe then.

With a shake of his head, he forced himself out of the chair. It didn't matter what his feelings were; he was a tool and a hellva of a useful one at that. Change tactics. He snorted, shook the thought from his head with a toss of his hair. He pulled on his shirt, fished around piles of clothes to find his uniform jacket. Would someone from Glahad fall like this? He wasn't falling. How about sink? Did they die in vain? Are you going to let their corpses mean nothing to you; will they join the ranks of nameless others? Victims of a war you suddenly refuse to fight.

"Shut up!" The scream was out of his chest before he could stop it, bitter and sharp as acid against his tongue.

They called him a hero, and for what reason? Because he was reckless. But you get things done. No one dies on your watch. Crowe. Wasn't in your care. Lady Lunafreya is. Will you leave her side and risk the entire Kingdom? He hadn't done anything of the sort. But she's alone.

Shit. Without another thought, the jacket was halfway over his sleeves and he was out the door. What right did he have to let his sisters' sacrifice go to waste? He was tired of losing family and he damn well had the balls to put a stop to it. And it all started with Lady Lunafreya.

"Keep it together, Princess. Your hero's on his way."

- K

[bleucommelhiver]

end the year with a bang | Tredd Furia x Reader

Prompt: #18 “How on earth did you get tinsel there?” Slighty NSFW

MERRY BELATED XMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR @lucianhuntress You’re like the ultimate tsundere but I KNOW YOU LOVE ME and Nyx AND I LOVE YOU TOO HA. I’m so glad to have met you and I enjoy every second talking to you torturing others with you. Also, was there even any doubt I was going to write Tredd for you? Sorry, not sorry, Ravus.

There was no doubt about it. You hated holiday parties and New Year’s Eve was no different. Milling about, socializing with strangers...trying to make small talk about absolutely nothing? Agonizingly boring. You’d much rather be home curled up on a couch with a good book and bottle of win, but being part of Tenebrae’s ambassadorship meant that luxury was lost to you.

You glance over at Prince Ravus and smile. At least you weren’t alone in your misery. You weigh your options, stand alone, tirelessly trying to fend off delegates and lords, or stand by your highness and use his glower as a ward. The choice was easy. Resolute, you grab two flutes of champagne and make your way towards the solitary prince. Misery loved company after all; perhaps the two of you could sulk in silence together. 

As luck would have it, this year has been just peachy thus far so why not this, a red-head in uniform blocks your way, taking one of your glasses and downing it in one gulp.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”

You groan at the terrible opener. You’re a little tipsy and you can tell by his uniform that he’s a mere soldier, no one important enough for you to watch your tongue around. “Isn’t it obvious? So I can avoid talking to assholes like you.”

“Ooooh, feisty. I like,” he says with a sneer that was simultaneously annoying and handsome. “Don’t worry, Tredd will show you a good time.”

“Tredd?” You look around in confusion for the person in question. “Who’s that?”

“Me of course,” he smirks as if referring to oneself in third person was absolutely the norm.

“Uh. Right.”

“Let’s cut to the chase. This party blows. These old geezers? Snooze fest. Don’t even try, it’s written all over your face. We’re the same.”

Your jaw tightens. Were you that obvious?

“We’re not the same.”

“C’mon, babe. I’ll show you a good time. Or we can stand around here and I can continue you to watch your eyes glaze over at the next dignitary that tries to talk to you.”

“...”

He smirks again and you hate yourself for the somersaults you feel in your stomach.

“Don’t you wanna end the year with a bang?”

That, is how you, a respected ambassador meant to represent the best of your country, finds yourself pinned against an isolated pillar by the most infuriating man you’ve ever met. His lips trail down your neck like fire and a moan involuntarily leaves your lips. 

“What did I say? Is Tredd showing you a good time or what?”

“Shut up.” Shut up, don’t talk, just keep doing whatever you were doing you want to say, but you knew if you did he’d never shut up.

"Make me.”

Rolling your eyes, you slide down until you’re level with his groin and easily work his belt and zipper open. Shoving his briefs down, you pull out his cock.

“How the fuck did you get tinsel here?”

[saphscribes]

The Moon’s Best Friend [Something by The Rembrandts, Part I]

“What did Nyx do now?”

“I did absolutely nothing but bring good tidings, and present the opportunity for you to watch Crowe Altius turn into the most useless lesbian you’ve ever seen.”

In which Lunafreya returns from traveling abroad and sets in motion a healthy rivalry between baristas, a serious negotiation over coffee and pastries, and questionable professional relationships regarding ASMR recordings.

Rating: PG-13 (for language and mild sexual themes); future parts may have higher ratings, but this should be good for now

Originally written for the Day 5 Modern AU Prompt over at @glaiveweek! Enjoy, and give this baby a reblog if you enjoyed it!

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There were three reasons, and only three reasons, why Crowe Altius would be cranky during opening:

1) It was a Wednesday, 2) She was still mildly hungover, or 3) Nyx had his eyes on someone, again.

Today was two of those things.

Okay, to be fair, what kind of a name was “hump day” for Wednesdays, anyway? It had to be, like, the single most unattractive day, and here it was, touting its nickname every week like it really fuckin deserved it. Why not, you know, Saturday? It even sounded attractive. S for Saturday, S for sexy. God damn, she was a genius sometimes. The world would miss her intellect when she was gone.

And what business did Nyx have practically dancing around The Hearth before he’d even laid eyes on anyone else? Anyone else besides her, of course, because all she was apparently good for was a ruffle of long, messy hair and a chirrup of “Mornin, Little Bird.” But come on. The guy was standing on tiptoe to place cups of yogurt and mixed fruit in the refrigerated display case. He didn’t even have to stand on tiptoe; he only ever did it to make fun of the places she couldn’t quite reach. It was like every motion of his was hard to control.

(Not that that was saying much. Nyx was always hard to control, once something grabbed him by his weird hair and ran away with him.)

“All right,” she finally said, with a defeated sigh; she was halfway through writing the baked goods lineup in a careful script. (It had to be careful, or else it’d turn into the chicken scratch that just barely helped her pass her exams.) “Spill, Nyx.”

“Pretty sure that’s not on the opening checklist.” Nyx was all stupid, dreamy grins as he smoothed out his apron, a navy blue color with a shade that they were all lucky enough to pull off. Crowe wouldn’t have been surprised if that was some secret part of the hiring process here. Or maybe it was a job restricted to hopeless cases. Drautos was always touting the word “potential” like it was meant to be plastered across the bumper of his car.

“You know what I mean,” Crowe said with a roll of her eyes. “What’s got you all… you know, this?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Um, yeah.” She gave him her trademark are-you-fucking-kidding-me look over the low, hazy buzz of the playlist she’d flipped on to get her through the shift—she’d have to thank her past self for that. Treat herself to one of the more expensive drinks or something. “That’s kind of why I asked.”

If it was even possible, Nyx’s smile grew. “Our lady’s back in town.”

The chalk tumbled from Crowe’s poised fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter; she barely registered how tightly she was gripping the edge of the counter, how wide her eyes had gone. “Shut the fuck up.”

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard you say that…” That was Pelna unlocking the door and slipping into the shop now, halfway out of his scarf and making a beeline to hang up his coat. Two years of friendship—barely counting how long they’d actually known each other—and Crowe still hadn’t quite put together how he managed to have a casual cheer about him every morning. “What did Nyx do now?”

“I did absolutely nothing but bring good tidings, and present the opportunity for you”—Nyx paused his work to jab a finger at Pelna, who was pulling his apron over his head—“to watch Crowe Altius turn into the most useless lesbian you’ve ever seen.”

“I’m not useless…” Crowe muttered. “And I’m bi, thank you.”

For a few seconds Pelna didn’t move; it was only as he began to brew the coffee that he said, flatly, “I don’t think I even want to know what you’re talking about.” That was Pelna for you: mostly silent and focused on his work, with a few wisecracks up polo shirts or ribbed sweater sleeves.

Crowe, for her part, let out an exasperated sigh and returned to her script, embellishing the chalkboard with a few designs. She was never particularly good at it—as much as it begrudged her to say it, this was more of Luche’s thing (if he ever took a damn opening shift for once)—but she made it work.

That was The Hearth for you. Four walls and a tiled backsplash of making it work.

She liked to think they all fit sort of nicely here. Even Luche, for all his insistence on 12 to 7 shifts.

“C’mon, Pel.” Nyx was rounding the counter to examine the opening checklist, throwing an arm around Pelna’s shoulders and pointing outside, like they had more than ten minutes before the first customers arrived. “You can’t tell me you aren’t about to get all gooey when you see Lunafreya Nox Fleuret walk through those doors.”

“Sure I can,” Pelna said simply, unmoving in Nyx’s grip. “I’ve never met her.”

Nyx’s mouth fell open. Crowe didn’t see why it was so surprising; Pelna had only started working here about a year ago. Just after Lunafreya had gone back to England—to find a little more of herself, she said, but Crowe had always had the feeling that she didn’t want to let on that she was homesick in the whirlwind of her job, or ever could be. But that didn’t mean that Pelna wouldn’t fall like the rest of them. An impressionable, well-meaning guy like him? He’d be hopelessly wrapped around her every whim in seconds. Crowe was sure of it.

“You’ll meet her soon enough,” Nyx was saying. “And then you’ll memorize her order like the rest of us. And, you know. Never be able to take it, because you’re too lost in her gorgeous eyes…”

“Or the color of her scrubs,” Crowe added, throwing a towel over her shoulder. “You know they call her the Angel of the Pediatric Ward at the hospital? That’s how good she is.”

“And don’t forget her accent.”

“God, her accent—”

Okay, so maybe the two of them were leaning more than a little hopelessly against various pieces of equipment. Just a little. But Nyx was worse than she was; she practically swore by it. At least she could say hello to Lunafreya. Nyx could barely get through one sentence without stuttering or making an ass of himself with some pickup line he read in some abandoned paperback he’d picked up from a subway bench. Crowe knew Lunafreya was only laughing at the lines out of pity. There was no way they actually worked on her, for all of Nyx’s proud strutting behind the espresso machines once she’d left with her usual order.

Crowe was more than sure she’d have an arm and a leg up on him and everyone else in this damn shop when Lunafreya Nox Fleuret walked through that door today.

…If she walked through that door today.

———

“All right.” Pelna was leaning against the counter between surges of mid-morning customers, arms folded and eyebrow raised, a challenging glint in his eyes. “What’s this ‘Lunafreya’s’ order, then?” God, Nyx and Crowe were all about this mystery woman ever since opening. Like they were expecting some holy being to brighten their doorway, hand them a few blessed bucks, and be on her merry way. And sure, some might categorize him as some kind of disaster, but they seemed so convinced that it was only a matter of time before he went tumbling down with them. At least he wasn’t frantically looking at the clock every time he filled an order.

...He wasn’t that bad when he saw someone cute, was he?

Nyx responded first. “Medium green tea with spearmint, two sugars.”

“Unless she’s not feeling well,” Crowe chimed in. “Then she treats herself a little. Small white chocolate mocha, one pump of raspberry. And a slice of cranberry cake.”

“And how do you know when she’s not feeling well?” Pelna asked.

“You know.” Nyx dried his hands on the front of his apron, seemingly not caring about the dark splotches left in their wake. “She tries to do a good job of hiding it—because, you know, that’s how she is—but you know Lunafreya long enough, you see it in every little way she carries herself.”

Because that wasn’t creepy at all.

Pelna sighed and rolled his eyes. As grateful as he was that Crowe had gotten him this job, and as much as he cherished his coworkers like family, they sure as hell got on his nerves sometimes. (Maybe that was part of the whole family deal. Maybe he’d just played himself all along. He’d have to get his own congratulations in order.) “How do you even know she’ll come in today? You said her flight came in, what, two days ago? You ever consider that she’s probably unpacking? Or sleeping off jet lag?”

“It’s a five-hour difference,” Crowe said, as if that was supposed to prove her point entirely, and nudged him toward the till again to greet another customer. “And she’s incredibly efficient. It’s practically her middle name.”

“I thought Nox was her middle name.”

“That’s her last name,” said Nyx with a sigh as he cleaned off a steamer. “Nox Fleuret Honestly, Pel, keep up.”

“Jesus. Sorry I’m getting a crash course in my coworker’s courting competition.” Pelna wrinkled his nose. He’d have to be more careful with his words; alliteration sounded so tacky sometimes. Or maybe that was some distant lecture from Luche coming to the forefront of his mind. All this time being a barista, and you would have thought Luche Lazarus would let go of the whole I was a French Lit major in college vibe basically whenever he existed.

That was assuming, of course, that Luche Lazarus let go of anything that wasn’t a stranger in his bed.

Pelna couldn’t help but wonder what kind of horse he had in this game.

“All I’m saying,” he went on in between scribbling names on nondenominational winter cups and sliding them across the bar, “is not to get your hopes up. Travel takes a lot out of you. She’s probably getting used to being here again, if she’s been gone as long as you say she has.”

“What d’you think she was doing there for a whole year?” Crowe mused. “It’s not like her to just… up and leave her commitments behind. You think something happened to her brother?”

“First of all, you really think that’s our business?” Nyx shot back. “And second of all, yes.”

Pelna was starting to get the feeling he could turn this into a game. Try to parse out the things Nyx and Crowe learned directly from Lunafreya, and the things they’d put together from poking around her social media accounts—if she even had them to begin with. But if his own grandmother had had one before, there was no reason some busy nursing student didn’t. At least for networking purposes. From what the others were saying about her, she had to be able to do that much.

“And anyway,” Nyx was saying, giving Pelna a nudge he wasn’t expecting, which threw him just a bit off balance, “If she’s back, I can guarantee that within forty-eight hours, she’ll have visited Insomnia. Which means there’s no reason she wouldn’t stop by The Hearth.”

“So what you’re telling me is”—Pelna stopped to wipe down a spill, to hand off a latte with a typical toothy grin—“Lunafreya Nox Fleuret is going to visit the bakery one block over, and then miraculously have the appetite to visit a cafe right after.”

“It’s less about the pastries and more about the people, y’know,” Crowe explained. “Obviously she’s got to make her rounds and greet everyone she knows. That’s practically in her blood, too.”

“You know, you can just say outright that she has connections to Reggie What’s-His-Face without putting her on a pedestal.”

“And you could actually remember to respect that Regis Lucis Caelum is the reason any of us has a job at all.”

Oh, Pelna remembered. He just couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard a name as ridiculous as Regis Lucis Caelum. His son barely counted—a scrawny college-aged kid named Noctis who came every day for a week straight, twice a semester, ordered a dirty whatever-goes-well-with-espresso, and claimed he was ready to fight God when asked how many shots he wanted. A year into this job, and he still had no idea what Noctis Lucis Caelum’s major was, or anything beyond the fact that he barely wanted anything to do with Insomnia.

Crowe sure got touchy about these job things when it came down to it.

Before any of them could speak up again, the bell above the shop door signaled an entrance, and both Nyx’s and Crowe’s faces went deathly pale, then furiously red, almost at the same time. Near-instantly, they turned to busy themselves with the closest thing to them—an espresso machine that needed cleaning, a restocking of the display case. If not for the click of high heel against tile, Pelna might have thought that Drautos was making his entrance for the day—if it had been Luche, he would have made himself known. It was like he was legally obligated to, whenever he came in for his shifts.

“Good fucking luck,” Crowe hissed as she all but shoved him to the register, flashed a sunny smile outward, and went right back to tidying up the counter, and Pelna found himself face-to-face with the calmest, saddest blue eyes he’d ever seen, complemented by a too-polite smile.

Oh.

Oh, God.

This was Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

To be fair, she certainly was pretty; her cheeks were flushed from the cold weather, golden hair tied in a high ponytail and accented by a couple of braids that, on first sight, Pelna almost mistook for a headband. And she wore a fashionable winter coat—grey, and probably wool—that looked more like a dress than an actual coat. He couldn’t help but feel soothed as she stood there, wallet in hand.

But Pelna tossed a glance at the others, gave her his signature smile with a cup in one hand and a marker in the other, and asked, “What can I get for you, miss?”

He could practically hear their mouths fall open, and rewarded himself a little victory glance out the doors.

Which was, of course, his biggest mistake. Because there, tied to the lamppost just outside, were two dogs, settled side-by-side, somewhere between sitting and standing as they attempted to peer into the cafe. As if waiting for someone. As if waiting for her. Longing for her.

God, why did he have to be so weak for dogs? No, better question—why did dogs have to be so good and pure practically all the time? Did they know how good they were? Did he know how much he loved them? All of them? Did they know—

Lunafreya cleared her throat then, soft but pointed, and Pelna snapped back to attention with a sheepish blush, still holding the cup. “Sorry ‘bout that, I, uh…” Vaguely, he pointed out the door, almost ashamed of himself for having been distracted so long. “Do you mind repeating your order for me?”

She smiled again—just as polite as the first time—and she spoke quietly, with an English accent. “A small white chocolate mocha, please. With one pump of raspberry syrup. And…” She leaned to the side to peer at the pastry case, quirking her lips. “Have you got any more cranberry cake?”

Pelna had to bite back the urge to ask if everything was all right. Far be it from him to tumble into that rabbit hole. “Yeah—yeah, we do,” he said, and rang her up without a hitch, scrawling her name on the side of her cup. L-U-N-A-F-R-E-Y-A.

Maybe a little more elegant than Reggie What’s-His-Face.

Lunafreya was still smiling, still hiding something in her eyes, when he handed her the order. “Are you fond of dogs?” she asked, casting a glance outside.

“I love them,” Pelna said almost immediately, feeling almost grateful that there was no one behind her in line, and that he could safely go on his break. “Almost broke my ankle running to pet one once… I guess I’m making up for the fact that my landlord doesn’t allow pets.”

“They’re mine, you know,” she mentioned between sips of coffee, and for a fraction of a second, in the moments that Pelna was mixing himself an iced tea, it almost felt like his life was falling together in the best of ways. “Would you like to say hello before we continue our walk?”

Pelna glanced between his drink, Lunafreya’s eyes, and his coworkers’ slack-jawed expressions in a matter of seconds, and offered her another smile. “You know? I’d really like that, yeah.”

Before they exited the shop, Lunafreya made a point to greet Nyx and Crowe, her fingers reaching up to delicately touch the pin in her hair, and Pelna could have sworn he saw Crowe’s soul leave her body for approximately three seconds.

———

“I’m borrowing him,” Nyx declared in the back room at the end of their shift.

“You can’t borrow him,” Crowe protested, free of her apron and halfway into her trusty leather jacket. Nyx remembered she’d had the damn thing ever since she settled up on his couch with the remains of her first ever paycheck. How long ago had that been again? “He’s my best friend! I took him under my wing!”

“Fourteen years together, and you have the gall to have a best friend who isn’t me or Libs.” Nyx clutched his chest in mock offense, then drew himself to half-height against a nearby shelf. “And really? You took him under your wing. Is that what you call what happened in the walk-in fridge?”

He didn’t think he’d ever seen Crowe whip her head around and grab him by the front of his shirt so fast. Maybe street smarts did that to a person. “That was one. Fucking. Time,” she said through clenched teeth, in a voice that intimidated even him. “And it was two years ago. Let it go, Nyx.”

He wasn’t exactly stunned into silence as she shrugged on the rest of her jacket, but there was something pointed about the way neither of them spoke.

“Anyway,” she said, fluffing out her hair over a slightly-worn infinity scarf, “you can’t have him. Get your own wingman. I’m sure Libertus still owes you a few favors.”

“C’mon, Little Bird. You really think I keep tabs on what we owe each other?”

“He does.”

“He would.” Nyx rolled his eyes. Fourteen years of this bullshit. “You realize this is hardly fair. You’ve got someone who’s practically immune to her, and for all we know, he could turn us on our heads and become Rival Number Two. He got her number today, for Christ’s sake.”

“He got her number to walk her dogs, genius, not to take her on a date.” Crowe folded her arms, one leg crossed over the other as she leaned against the doorway, like he was the only thing between her and freedom. (To be fair, he probably was. Not that he cared in the moment. He was a man on a mission, and she knew how he got.) “You’re overthinking this.”

Nyx grinned, scratching at the stubble along his jaw and finally making a grab for his coat. “You mean the way you were overthinking how she touched her hairpin today?”

Crowe’s eyes narrowed, but only for a moment, before a self-assured little smile crossed her face. “First of all, it was a graduation gift, and secondly, you’re missing the entire point. I can give him something in return.”

“What’s that?” Nyx asked. “Another tryst? A heart-to-heart over a pint of ice cream?”

Crowe’s smile grew almost deviously, and she turned on her heel. “Pelna likes a girl.”

[lost-in-horrorland]

“Excuse me. Thank you.” Charlie got out, looked back at the two women, and gave a deep bow before walking off. “Your Highness—” Arianna watched as the soldier’s stormy blue-gray eyes widened in surprise as he took in her form next to the Oracle. “—And Your Majesty.” The man cleared his throat as he got behind the wheel, causing the sisters to cast each other a grin that held back their amusement.

“You always seem to surprise people, Anna,” teased Lunafreya.

In which Arianna, the Queen of Tenebrae and Commander for the Imperial army stuns the likes of a Glaive by riding with her beloved sister who just happens to be the Oracle. A storm is brewing, and nothing is set in stone like the Astrals wish the mortals would think.

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