#lc bastard au

[garbria]

A scene from my fic Have a LIttle Faith, by the wonderful @wombywoo

Cor celebrates after finding out that he and Nyx are engaged!

Her art is amazing, I can't recommend her enough!

[sparklecryptid]

In the Royal Bastard or All The Bastards AU’s, how would the Fall of Insomnia would go down?

It wouldn't/doesn't!

Largely because the Horde/Just Ace are too damn possessive of things and refuse to let things that are theirs get destroyed.

Theoretically it could happen in Ace-verse but it would likely go different because Ace has a Hold on the Glaive and so when the Treachery Happens it's with much less people than it would have been otherwise and Cor and Co. are prepared because they have information on who is who and what is going to happen.

(this all hinges on the idea that ace doesn't just decide to crash the treaty signing and assassinate an emperor.)

so less treason! same fireworks! same end! more 'libs and selena being the only things holding ace together'!

it'd be fun!

[astranauticus]

damn nothing gives motivation to draw like becoming really unwell about a guy huh. if i dont draw liu xiao's band au fit in the next 36 hours im gonna start chewing through walls

[dontaskchaosandco]

how many times do you think error!sans has tried killing lust!chara? surely he’s tried at least once

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Seungcheol:

Fics:

The kidnap mishap [fluff] csc x fem!reader It was not supposed to be like this, it was a meticulous plan perfectly curated by you, Jun and Seokmin. You were supposed to go get the man who was the future heir of the Kim Corps named Mingyu, you ever had a pic of his. Most importantly it was definitely not supposed to be the man who now sits in your basement claiming that he is the leader of the mafia organisation you three work for.

Drabbles:

TBA

Jeonghan:

Fics:

Calling to your destiny [fluff] yjh x fem!reader Jeonghan might be a cocky bastard but when it comes to you he will turn the world upside down, or so he claims

Shattered promises [angst] yjh x fem!reader Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn’t always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

Drabbles:

Rebuilding Happiness [angst, fluff]

Joshua:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

Rakes never cry [angst]

Jun:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Hoshi :

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Wonwoo:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

Rebuilding Happiness [angst, fluff]

Dear My Friend [angst]

Jihoon:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Seokmin:

Fics:

Soul Searching... [angst, fluff] lsmx fem!reader  Seokmin loves love. But love doesn't love him back.

Drabbles:

TBA

Mingyu:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Minghao:

Fics:

A Dance of Love [angst with a hint of fluff] You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.

Drabbles:

TBA

Seungkwan:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Vernon:

Fics:

TBA

Drabbles:

TBA

Dino:

Fics:

Silent echoes [angst, cheating au!] lc x fem!reader You were the light guiding Chan for the most of his life. now that you are not there anymore, he cant help but feel your absence as he reminisces his past and all those times you were there to ground him no matter what.

Drabbles:

TBA

[charlottedabookworm]

So, do you remember that ask with baby Prompto being adopted by Regis because a DNA test showed he's somehow related to the LCs? An off-shot of Nyx Regisson au, I think.

Anyway, how much chaos would it cause if Prompto actually used his own magic?

not that much, honestly

like okay, if the general public found out that prompto, as a somewhat distant blood relation, had his own magic there'd definitely be some chaos cos they generally think that magic is half the bloodline and half the blessing of the draconian and so is limited to the mainline of the lc

but actual lucis caelums know that mostly it's the blood and the proxmity to the crystal. if someone distantly related has the right markers in their blood and the dormant magic of the bloodline and spends enough time in the citadel, they can usually do some magic eventually even if not to the same strength of those born with active magic

so it's more the strength of prom's magic that has regis pausing. cos that suggests more than the crystal sparking dormant magic, that says he's inherited it from someone who could use their own. which means prompto's dead parent had magic

which probably means he's more closely related to regis than they'd thought

course it still doesn't change much cos blood tests really aren't that specific so like. they just think he's regis' cousin by a bastard of mors or smth

(instead of yknow, regis' grandson)

[ryan-nugenthopkins]

gamer au. you have thoughts i know this

(cheerful evil clapping) It's LCS Time Babey

The OEG team usernames are, top to bot: SoaR (in honour of Hyman's actual esport org); Nugget or Patience (his hockey nickname or as a nod to his horse); cmd (people say it as "command," but no, it's just his initials); drat (good work buddy); Butcher (it was initially Bomber ie Bouch Bomb, but no, Riot got really upset over that for some reason)

cmd is close to some of the LCS "old guard" - Bjergsen, Doublelift, Meteos, Sneaky, etc. Part of it is probably a "pity adopt" in the sense of this poor kid with all the weight of NA on his shoulders, but also I think real recognises real, you know. He's absolutely terrible on the co-streams, but it's funny, so they keep inviting him.

drat would probably a pretty distinctive German accent compared to NHL player Draisaitl. He probably would've been playing in the ERLs instead of NA Academy, so it's not as if he'd have the time to develop a Canadian affect.

OEG keeps their Academy/NACL slot because I said so. Everyone who was on that team got TRADED, so I'm happy that OEG has such a robust development system and everyone got signed onto real LCS rosters. I'm coping.

This team is a nightmare for their content department. The videographer is trying to make any of these idiots emote for the hype video. Their GM keeps shooting down the content producer's ideas for being "cringe" and taking too much time from scrims. The social media manager is fistfighting partnerships and legal at the same time because SOMEONE forgot that drat had some niche artisanal energy drink sponsorship that's technically a conflict with their Red Bull partnership and now the hot new import can't be in any of the goddamn deliverables and his representation back in Berlin isn't answering their fucking emails, the BASTARDS -

[ghostofyaz]

Fanfic Appreciation [Meme?]

"FANFIC APPRECIATION MEME

Post recommendations for your ten favourite fanfics and tag the authors if possible. Tell us what you like about their work.

Tag five people of your choice to do the meme too."

I was tagged by @heroinejinx

Tagging all authors mentioned here and whoever sees this.

I did 15 because no one is the boss of me and I wanted to mention them all.

Lightcannon (Jinx/Lux aka my otp)

100 Beautiful and Ugly Words by elocuentelegance on Ao3 - This one got me addicted to Lightcannon as a ship. No happy ending, no end. But it's still so well written and satisfying to read in a sort of masochistic way.

Friction Coefficient by @blood-lich-crow - College AU, bad girl/good girl enemies to lovers. The descriptions and inner dialogues of the characters as well as their interactions, angst, and chemistry are so good. Plus there's a smutty side fic.

I Am the Thing with the Teeth that Lives in the Walls by @questionablecuttlefish - Gothic Horror with a scary haunted mansion and lesbians? Hell yes.

Love has all the Answers by TieDyeKing on Ao3 - Just a cute Modern AU in which Jinx and Lux are both SO into each other but just so oblivious and it's honestly adorable.

A Piltover Student in Demacia by @natdammit - I never got around to reading the CaitVi-centric part but this was so absolutely perfect. Powder is such a brave and crazy genius like she should've gotten the chance to be and she and Lux are so perfect together there is so much world-building and an amazing plot.

My Obsession, a Yandere's Tale by @cannibalelf - Sort of a Smut Crackfic, it's some of the most fun and hottest things I've ever read. Told from Lux's POV, a totally obsessed horny bastard. They also have soft moments sometimes.

Piltover's Prep Bullying Problem by Tanis_Zed on Ao3 - Another smut crackfic with Lux as a complete sub-masochist and Jinx as a bad bitch with anger management issues who's actually a softie. Good stuff.

A Bad Night by Vixie on Ao3 - Very kinky breathplay but it's honestly kind of sweet.

Lightcannon, but Star Guardians:

Don't Lose My Number by StarCola on Ao3 - A literal SG classic, the attention to detail on the formatting and also the characterization and storytelling through the chatroom medium are stunning.

Crossing Stars by @calchexxis - I think this is a work of art, like all of their works honestly. But I think this one isn't as talked about and it's so amazing... It has action, drama, mystery, feels, angst, it's so good... oh, not to mention four words: 'In every single dream.'

Leaving Safe Places by @ghostcairo173 - Very sweet first part, and then the second one hits you with the angst and scary vibe. They are just so cute together and I adore the way the friends-to-lovers is depicted.

Birds and Boats by @mira-blue - The first SG LC I read. It's very cute and the characters feel so real, love it so much.

Oroborus by @kattypixxhu - This is honestly just such a poetic and emotional smut piece I was obsessed when I read it.

Special CaitVi Mention:

Butterflies don't Belong in Zoos by AmberZ10 on Ao3 - Modern Popstar AU, it kinda inspired my B.I.G. Feelings fic with Jinx's characterization. The way it incorporates songs is brilliant, and the plot is very compelling.

Special CaitJinx Mention:

'A proper drink' by @heroinejinx - It doesn't feel so much like a crackship when I read this, they make so much sense, and they're so cute together. I love the angst and the guilt they both feel and how still that doesn't stop them, it's just perfect. Makes me wanna read more CaitJinx heh.

[caparrucia]

Is it too soon to ask for headcanons for your fake dating au?

Never too soon to ask for headcanons, no!

Cor is really good at calligraphy. It's the one thing you can see the whole "oh hey, actual royal upbringing and all" thing shine right through. He's so good at it, he's the one in charge of writing the actual physical fancy copies of laws and proclamations that Regis signs.

This has been revealed as of chapter 2, but Nyx has intrinsic magic of his own. It's yet to manifest tho. We'll all know when it does. It'll be fun.

Cor is a local cryptid in Insomnia. He functions as an ad for restaurants/food stalls. If you can produce a photo of him eating in your establishment, it will catapult you into fame. But only if it's a candid shot. If he's posing/aware the picture is being taken, nothing will happen/no one will care.

Nyx inherited his mother's homicidal rage. He just hasn't been given reason to ever find out about it. This might change yet.

Cor does not use magic publicly or in combat at all, and has actively fostered the idea that he's magically incompetent to keep people from poking too much at what he actually uses his magic for. This has had the unintended effect of causing rumors that he's a bastard or not a real LC, particularly after he changed his name. Regis gets homicidal whenever he hears those rumors tho, so most of the court know better than to say that kind of thing out loud.

[garbria]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius & Pelna Khara & Libertus Ostium & Nyx Ulric, Regis Lucis Caelum & Nyx Ulric, Noctis Lucis Caelum & Nyx Ulric Characters: Cor Leonis, Nyx Ulric, Regis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Libertus Ostium, Crowe Altius, Pelna Khara Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Recovery, Conversations, Prince Nyx Ulric, Politics, Family Bonding Series: Part 10 of King and Lionheart, Part 4 of Nyx Week 2024 Summary:

The reveal of Drautos' betrayal reverberates through the Kingsglaive and the Citadel.

Nyx recovers in the hospital as his friends and family make sure he knows he's not alone.

For Nyx Week 2024, day 5, magic/family/healing. The next part of my LC bastard au series.

[raven-6-10]

via @aniseandspearmint

Just had a thought; Ace and Jaskier in the same verse. The world trembles. Would they get along? I'd like to think yes! Ace with two crazy Uncles. Your version of Ardyn and LC!Jaskier having catty snark offs (Ardyn reminds Jaskier of a more venomous Yennifer a lot), while Jaskier gently coaxes Ace into maybe telling his biodad he exists? Because Regis really REALLY would care about his existence but not pressure him into anything, PROMISE.

ooooooo yes i like this. i like this lots. and now my mind just gave me the picture of ace and jaskier singing a duet and im REALLY INTO IT.

but yes to the catty snark offs between ardyn and jaskier! and just. im seeing Ace stumbling across Jaskier while Jaskier is out and about and totally not supposed to be in Lestallum but HERE HE IS and then he runs into Ace.

Ace who shares features with Jaskier’s lovely big brother who at times was just as much as a lover as Jaskier himself.

And so Jaskier pokes Ace with his magic and watches the silver eyed man freeze.

Nephew! Jaskier thinks gleefully, followed by the realization that if Ace isn’t known to Regis (and Jaskier is fairly certain Ace isn’t because Regis would have been beaming about the knowledge of another son) then it’s likely because Ace has been hiding.

Which, yes, Jaskier can understand but also-

Also that is his nephew, and Jaskier is selfish and wants to get to know him.

Which means that Jaskier follows Ace around Lestallum and refuses to leave Ace alone.

Jaskier can be VERY stubborn.

Ace: Listen, I don’t know you

Jaskier: Yes you do!

Ace: Okay, I don’t want to know you, can you kindly take a hike?

Jaskier: Is that your way of telling me to fuck off?

Ace: Yes.

Jaskier: hmmm no. no I don’t think I will. where are we going next?

And Ace huffs but hes got experience with Uncles that refuse to go away and so he winds up with a tag along and then they meet up with Ardyn who is just

‘no my nephew MINE’ and stares Jaskier down who just grins at Ardyn and snarks at him

[awlwren-writes]

Shifting Sand - Chapter 2

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationship: Crowe Altius & Luche Lazarus Characters: Crowe Altius, Gentiana, Luche Lazarus, Axis Arra Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-it, Crowe Altius Lives, Combat, Canon-typical Violence, LC Bastard AU Summary:

Crowe’s not quite sure what’s going on, or who this lady is, or why people are trying to kill her, but she’s determined she’s not going to die first. Crowe’s POV of the last section of Solid Ground. Fill for Kingsglaive Legends Day 4: Combat. Chapter 2 for Kingsglaive Legends 23 Day 4: Fix-it, Home

[norealdestination]

No one from Nowhere (1/?)

Finally caved and wrote this sad Stressed boy OC that has been rattling his cage forever. inspired by the stream of LC OC’s that @sparklecryptid and @secret-engima have been pouring from their skulls. sorry if this is garbage but I haven’t written anything serious in years

Mors’ Bastard OC

Name: Miles Nemo [Neh-moh] Graucus Lucis Caelum

Dark haired, grey eyed. Male. Older than Regis by 9 years.

Mother was a loyalist who handed him over to Mors. He was named Miles (soldier) and secretly raised and trained to serve the trueborn heir by Mors and Lord Amicitia. Miles did not have a very nice childhood, but proved magically powerful and talented. He also bears quite a few scars from his child soldier training. (when Cor came along, Mors already had plenty of practice)

Never verbally acknowledged as Mors’ son, but in classified Kings-Eyes-Only files there are medical and progress reports that record their relation.(this may come in later)

Though Miles was desperately loyal, Mors eventually realized that Regis could never be trusted with the knowledge or use of his older brother servant, the crown prince was much too soft would love him too much, would trust him too much. So when Regis was about 10 and Miles 19, Mors magically “gagged” his eldest from any claim to the throne or royal kin and banished him from Insomnia, with the clothes on his back and little else to his name.

Miles renamed himself Nemo (No one) and returned to his mother’s family, House Graucus, or what’s left of it. His granduncle owned a run down farm out on the edge of a tiny town in the boonies of Duscae and gave it to him to live on. Out of sight out of mind.

Run down is a generous description, but cleaning it up gives him something to do so he doesn’t have to think . Since it’s an out of the way property in the middle of nowhere, he experiments with his magic in his free time. Nemo has no other skills but fighting and is kind of lost with no structure to his life, so he makes structure. He fights daemons at night and depression naps during the day between clean up spurts. Gets pretty good and very subtle with his magic. Eventually he weaves a nearly imperceivable anti-daemon warding around the borders of his farm.

The first night he lies awake in bed, with no daemons trying to claw their way inside, the silence is suffocating or maybe that’s just the heavy bitter seal in his mouth. He spends the rest of the night pretending the junk in the fields are daemons and disintegrates them with prejudice.

Clearing the land takes time for one person even with magic. But Nemo has nothing and no one but time.

No he’s not bitter.

Cleaning the up the farm lets a lot of wild flowers grow back in the new space, and soon there are a lot of bees. A Lot of bees. In fact a swarm of bees has invaded his porch.

On one of Nemo’s rare visits to the tiny nowhere town, he actually talks to the man he buys his produce from for the first time. About the bees. It’s a LOT of bees. He has to keep using the back window to get into his own house. Please help.

Taking pity on this hapless city boy, the farmer (Jeth, apparantly) helps him set up a hive and catch the swarm that has claimed his house. Jeth, seeing the Huge field of wildflowers, hints that he wouldn’t mind the first batch of honey from the hive if Nemo can manage to harvest it, and donates some old equipment from his own farm.

It’s...a learning process, but Nemo eventually becomes the local bee keeper of Graucus Farm. It takes time, but Nemo has nothing but time.

The first honey is almost sweet enough to banish the sharp bitter taste he’s been carrying in his mouth since the day that Father-, and smells like standing in the middle of his field at night under the stars. Jeth finds a jar of honey on his own porch with a dried wildflower on the cover, stuck with a beeswax seal. There’s a terse handwritten note of thanks under the jar, but Jeth has come to find that’s just Nemo’s way.

A few years pass. Nemo has planted a couple of flowering herb patches on Jeth’s recommendation, and planted hives in them for when the swarming season comes. At night he weaves wards over the hives, protection and calm, until he can check the well-being of a hive at a glance. The smell of flowers and the soft hum of the hives lulls him to sleep at night, and he feels like maybe one day he’ll be fine.

After a while he has more honey and herbs than he can sell or give away locally in his tiny nowhere town. Jeth asks if he’s ever heard of mead. He hasn’t but the local barflies are enthusiastically supportive and Nemo ends up with a distillery set up in his shed. Every town visit has the locals asking about how it’s going, and well, it’s certainly going that stain on the shed ceiling will never come out. But more and more of them know the reclusive beekeeper by name and it’s.not...bad.

It’s a process, (and if he quietly experiments with infusing his honey, herbs, and mead with magic...) but Nemo has nothing but time.

He lets Jeth have a taste of his first good batch, a bottle with a dried wildflower pressed into the hand written label made for him by Falx, the owner of the bar. Graucus Farm Wildflower Mead. A little silver bee stamped in the middle. Nemo takes the rest of the barrel down to the local bar as a thankyou to the rest of the town. Falx made him his own seat in a quiet corner of the bar. The mead is sweet and floral on the nose, with a dry bite at the end, and it almost disguises the bitter weight on back of his tongue. The old tv on the wall celebrates the Crown Prince’s 18th birthday. Nemo is 27 as he drowns old wishes and nightmares in mead.

One night when Nemo goes out to his shed to check on his latest batch of wildflower mead, he finds a half-dead hunter bleeding all over his lavender. There’s a bloody trail carved through his flowers all the way to the broken fence on the border of his farm. Daemons wander and search in confusion beyond the buzzing of his wards, but cannot find their prey.

He may or may not heal her up with “salves” and “tinctures” (not potions, what would a humble beekeeper in the middle of nowhere be doing with potions) made from his Perfectly Normal herbs and honey and then in the morning puts her to work cleaning up his ruined lavender. Then he feeds her a late lunch, reverse pickpockets one of his many, many jars of honey into the hunter’s pack and kicks her out.

Nemo doesn’t expect to see her again, but she comes back a few months later. With friends. Who are bleeding all over his sage.

Nemo is not a bed&breakfast clinic, he would have you know.

This happens a few more times as his bee farm becomes known to the local hunters as a safe place to stay and recover, (for some strange reason daemons avoid the place like it doesn’t exist. might be the big magical Fuck Off sign Nemo made years ago) and the honey, salves, and tinctures seem to have real rejuvenating qualities. He’s not quite a witch, but the hunters think he might be some kind of green mage. Nemo is not.

Nemo gets so fed up with these hunters (and one repeat offender in particular, she has to be doing on purpose, Astrals know why) that he complains to the Auburnries and tells them to get their hunters Off His Lawn. Instead he gets a caravan set up just within his property line. The Meladico Hunters HQ even pays him rent and a little extra to keep it stocked. He sulks about it a bit, but stocks the caravan with mead and not-potions so they’ll stop trying to come up to the house and trampling his flowers and disturbing his bees. His mead becomes quite popular with the hunters, and they keep on their best behavior, lest the green mage curse them. Nemo is Not a green mage.

That cuts down on the amount of trespassers by 99%. That one particular hunter insists on seeing the (very fetching in her opinion) bee keeping witch personally whenever she gets a booboo. And if she says she stomped one of his flower bushes on the way in, well it gives her a reason to stay and “apologize” to him don’t it? Nemo shouldn’t find this charming, but somehow he does.

Some of her hunter friends think she’s nuts and are worried she’ll get herself cursed. Instead Dacia eventually gets herself a husband.

Nemo gets married, though he couldn’t tell you how it happened. Old Jeth is his best man, and the hunter that trampled through his flowers is his wife. The wedding is attended by nearly the entire town and his wife’s hunter friends. It’s loud and bright, and Nemo is hugged by everyone he knows at least twice.

His Granduncle does not come (travel is unkind to his joints), but sends an orange sapling as a wedding gift. Nemo is startled to see it signed for Miles & Audacia Graucus. No one in his nowhere town knows him as Miles, and it’s jarring to see it again. He pretends he’s not terrified that someone draped in royal black will come as if summoned by his deadname. He pretends he’s not somehow still hurt when the night passes with no sign of acknowledgment from the crown, after all, it’s not like he sent...that man an invitation.

Nemo always thought that even though he had been banished, Mors might have kept watchers on him. He had half-expected a threat of some kind delivered among the wedding gifts, a reminder to stay in his lane and not get ideas above his station. But it is almost worse to find that Mors has decided to forget about him entirely. That he meant so little in the end as to not even merit a warning.

He sends a message reminding his granduncle of his name change not that he even has any papers to begin with in the thank you letter, and plants the orange sapling in the empty space between the house and the brewing shed. Nemo wishes he could bury Miles and all of his twisted feelings in the ground along with it.

It’s strange to be married. His Dacia comes and goes with her work and his house is becoming a home. It takes getting used to. Jeth reminds him that it’s a process, just like life. It takes time and no little effort, but Nemo has someone and not as much time as he used to, and it’s...good.

Eventually, just as the young orange tree starts throwing blossoms, they have a baby. She is the most beautiful thing Nemo has ever seen, and when he holds her for the first time, their magic sparks between them in a way he’s never experienced in all his life. Warm and Safe and Loved. The way family was meant to be. He cries harder than he has ever cried before or since. He names her Kara. Precious. Beloved. So she never ever doubts.

The day of his daughter’s birth is the day the boy who still loved Mors, in spite of everything, finally dies.

He’s free of Miles. And a bit angry. Nemo makes a trip to his mother’s grave on the main family property and pours a bottle of mead over the headstone. They never had contact after she handed him over, and granduncle doesn’t talk much about her. She died a few years before he was banished, so Nemo supposes she was at least spared the shame of it. Both he and Dacia only had to hold their daughter once and knew that they would never have given her away to anyone. He never knew his mother or her circumstances but he finally cuts her out of his heart too and walks away.

Eventually he stops being angry. There’s literally no time with a baby and a wife and friends on top of the honey, herbs, mead, and caravan.

Eventually Prince Regis goes on his pilgrimage. Nemo holds his breath as news of the retinue’s approach trickles in from the hunters. He sends Dacia off to Lestallum to visit her parents with Kara just in case. The prince bypasses their little nowhere town and Nemo can breathe again.

Eventually there is a death and then a coronation. Nemo brings his best cask of mead to the town bar to watch it commence on the old tv and is not bitter. Everyone else in the bar is drunk and joyful. No one much liked Mors, Astrals rest him and so forth, and Regis at 23, seems more personable at least. But the new King is a son of Mors, and Nemo doesn’t trust that smile as far as the horizon goes. After all, he too knows what it means to be a son of Mors, and there was never any room for love in it.

Nemo is quiet sitting in his booth, swirling his glass. He’s the only one at the bar and probably most of Lucis who actually has an inkling of what this truly means for the young king. Even in the tv broadcast on a shitty tv, the ring flickers menacingly at him in the sunlight. Nemo wonders if Regis has felt its teeth before the day of their father’s passing. Perhaps there is no room for love under Mors’ shadow, but there is room for pity.

He toasts his would be master little brother’s image on the screen and thinks, better you than me. The mead is floral on the nose and goes down smooth and sweet, and Nemo is not bitter. Long live the King.

/

Regis is not King for more than a week when the Restricted Access files become known to him.

In those files meant for the King’s Eyes Only, Regis finds a brother.

[secret-engima]

( @sparklecryptid Someday I want to do an xover with Aeon or something, but I apparently love to torture Ace more, so have a Crabby Bookshop Owner meeting a Baffled Bar Owner. Hope this helps your boredom!)

-Cyra is not a fan of today. Susurrus has been screeching all day about things she can’t understand or help with, things like “walls thinning” and “bloody freaking Astrals” and really, Cyra is fully prepared for her day to go sideways somehow. She’s packed extra medical and food things in her armiger rather than her books and she’s ready for something Dumb to happen.

-It’s been like this all day and so far nothing has happened. It is almost closing time and Cyra is just prepping her shop for closing and tentatively starting to wonder if maybe Susurrus’s screeching is about something too far away to effect her.

-Just to prove her wrong, her ENTIRE FREAKING BOOKSHOP gets moved. That’s the only way she can explain it. She can feel strange magic wrap around the entire block and the world blinks and there’s a rattle like something just casually dropped the entire shop and when she opens her eyes she just … KNOWS that she’s not in the right place anymore.

-While Libertus clatters down the stairs to ask WHAT JUST HAPPENED, Cyra yells back that she has no idea and then follows Susurrus’s prompting to go check the backroom.

-Why is there a door in her backroom.

-There was no door there five freaking minutes ago. That wall of the backroom connects to a large and empty storefront that she’s been thinking about buying to expand her store and by extension her apartment but she hasn’t yet and now there’s a DOOR there that really shouldn’t be.

-Cyra sighs, pulls out the kukri Nyx forged for her as a wedding anniversary present, and dares to push the door open.

-A loud thump and cursing on the other side lets her know that she just smacked someone with the Door-That-Shouldn’t-Exist. Cyra calmly steps through into a …

-A bar.

-There is a bar connected to the backroom of her bookshop.

-If ANYONE comes near her books with even whiff of booze on their soul she is going to start with busting kneecaps and work her way up from there.

-It takes a moment to realize that there is an entire audience watching her brood in the doorway-that-shouldn’t-exist and a moment after that she realizes that she KNOWS most of the people staring at her in equal confusion.

-Cyra looks down at her feet and sees Tredd sitting there, clutching his nose and blinking at her without recognition and suddenly remembers that pretty Lucis Caelum girl with a prosthetic leg who had been all to happy to inform her that she was from another universe. That barriers were wishy-washy at best and it was really easy to slip between if you knew what was going on.

-Somehow Cyra doubted the barriers between worlds were wishy-washy enough to warrant moving her ENTIRE SHOP.

-Someone did this intentionally. Susurrus snarls Bahamut’s name and Cyra makes a mental note to kick the Astral’s tail later.

-For now, to deal with the befuddled and borderline angry glaives in the bar that wasn’t there before, “Hello,” she says mildly, “it would appear someone has moved my shop. Can someone tell me where I am?”

-Amidst the general hubbub that breaks out of WHAT and ARE YOU NUTS LADY, a very pretty man with silver eyes and black hair steps out from behind the counter and hesitantly tells her the address. Funny, it’s the empty storefront she was thinking of buying. At least the Astrals were nice enough to keep the general locale the same. Cyra nods, leans on her cane with one hand and fiddles with the kukri in the other (she can see the Bar Nyx blinking at it with wide confused eyes, probably wondering how his handiwork got in her tiny hands), “Lovely. Excuse me, I apparently need to go yell at someone-.”

-She senses her husband enter the backroom and sighs as he appears behind her. There’s no hiding him. He’s too freaking tall. And he’s hardly being subtle as he asks what just happened, why there’s a bar here now, and why everyone’s hanging out in the bar without telling him.

-The silver-eyed bartender jerks back from the sight of Libertus like he’s been slapped and a moment later a SECOND Libertus shoulders his way through the crowd of glaives to stand there bristling at her Libertus over her head.

-She listens to the snarling of Angry Bullheaded Males for five seconds longer than she needed in her life before she calmly starts smacking kneecaps. Order partly restored and only her husband’s kneecaps spared, Cyra turns to the only other reasonable person in the room and smiles, “I’m Cyra Ostium, I do believe I and my shop are from a parallel dimension. And you are?”

-The man blinks, sighs, mutters something about his uncle being at fault for this somehow and replies, “Call me Ace.”

-Cyra nods calmly and flicks her kukri back into her armiger, “Alright then, Ace. No last name or do you just prefer not to flaunt Lucis Caelum around these parts?” Ace’s expression shifts rapidly between surprise at her use of magic and exasperation and there’s a loud WHAT from multiple parts of the bar and Cyra grins without sympathy, “oops. If it helps I’m one too.”

-Behind her, her husband sighs something about “so much for secrecy” but REALLY between her hair and Ace’s facial features was there ever any doubt as to their unwanted blood?

….

-Ace would like to know why his life keeps going sideways please and thank you. Is this a side-effect of being his Uncle’s heir? This feels like it might be Ardyn’s fault somehow. Or possibly the Astrals, they’re jerks enough to do this.

-The tiny alternate dimension wife of Libertus (how had THAT happened) who is also an illegitimate LC like him (thanks for blowing the secret lady) seems to have no issues with the sudden addition of a bar as her neighbor. She also seems confident she can resolve the issue soon.

-He has to admit, underneath his surprise and annoyance, that it’s pretty fun to watch her take out kneecaps whenever the glaives (read: Tredd, Nyx, and Sonitus) give her problems. It’s even funnier to watch his Lib gape at the definitely overprotective husband Lib.

-He offers her a drink, she calmly drags her Libertus over to a seat and then clambers in his lap and accepts on the condition it’s non-alcoholic.

-Ace tries not to flinch when he spots a child Prompto scooting into the bar in curiosity and claim the stool next to Libertus, his Ostium braids swinging and clicking faintly but noticeably and HOW HAD THAT HAPPENED?

-Nyx settles on Married!Lib’s side as something of a buffer between the two Libs, “So …. Married.”

-Married!Lib narrows his eyes, “That a problem, Nyx?”

-Nyx holds his hands up placatingly, “Nope! Not at all, big guy, just … curious. How’d you meet?”

-It was Cyra who answered as she idly patted Prompto’s hair, “I run a bookshop with a cafe inside. He came to my shop looking for a replacement for a book that SOMEONE,” cue a meaningful look in Nyx’s direction, “set on fire. After that he became one of my regulars.”

-Libertus still looks a little too shell-shocked to speak, so Ace asks for him as he slides the drink over to Cyra, “And why did you decide to marry?”

-Cyra smiles over the rim of her drink, “Libertus’s fault. His idea of a first date pickup line was something to the order of ‘hey let’s spite your horrible, controlling relatives by getting married, that way they can’t boss you around’. Obviously, I said yes.”

-Nyx burst out laughing while Libertus gaped at his counterpart and Luche choked on his drink.

(so as some background to this, the Astrals of Ace’s dimension are jerks, and they realized there was a Seer LC in the neighboring universe, so they were like “imma steal that” and snatched the bookshop. Cyra calls down her Astrals and her Astrals have a stern talking to with Ace’s Astrals and she, her husband, her kid, and her shop all get sent home fairly fast, but it’s still enough time for some shenanigans between Ace and the Generally Crabby Joint Pain Cyra. Also Married Lib and Lib staring awkwardly at each other as one tries to figure out what to say and the other struggles to wrap his head around the fact that his counterpart PULLED A NYX. MORE THAN THAT. HIS COUNTERPART PULLED THE VERSION OF A NYX AND AN ACE ALL AT ONCE. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING.

Also probably at some point Ace’s Cor comes sniffing around because of the magical disturbance of displacing an entire bookshop into another dimension and Cyra puts up with his nosiness for maybe twenty seconds before she notices Ace looking a touch panicky and Cor beginning to notice how Ace looks like young Regis and so she proves that Immortal He May Be, Fast Enough To Save His Kneecaps He Is Not and that is a very good distraction from the silver-eyed barkeep thank you.)

[charlottedabookworm]

NF bastard/Regisson phone ficlet

Glauca is dragged from the room, his words - Mat’s name - still ringing in the ears of everyone there, and he can feel the eyes on him.

He ignores them all, instead turning to his husband.

“So,” he says a little sheepishly, resisting the urge to fidget as Nyx gapes at him. He might not care what the rest of them thought, they have no say in his life or his secrets and fuck their opinions, but this is Nyx... “I might happen to be a bastard prince.”

Nyx stares. “Oh shit, you too?” He blurts out, Libs facepalming behind him.

In the background, something clatters loudly to the floor. The sound echoes in the silent hall. The weight of the stares on them ramps up.

Mat bursts into - slightly hysterical - laughter, uncaring of their audience as he falls against Nyx. “Yeah,” he gasps out, because this makes so many things make so much more sense. “Me too.”

What a pair they make.

[talesofsonicasura]

Clowning Around Excerpt

Clown and Shadow

Thought of toying around with an MK from one of my AUs meeting his canon counterpart. Canon Lego Monkie Kid universe will always be in Lego style cause I find a human being stuck in a world of Lego people and vice versa hilarious. I'll be giving each major character of each AU a nickname if I ever wrote them meeting their canon counterpart. Clowning Around MK's nickname will be LC or Little Clown.

A normal Lego person is half the height of an average human man. BTW, I been suffering some writer's block so I trying to clear it up. This takes place in S3 but there isn't any spoilers. Enjoy this conflict involving two Tumblr Sexymen. Yeah, Tricky is a Tumblr Sexyman, got in before Macaque even was a concept. You can say the clown is his senior. 😂

To the Six Eared Macaque, capturing Sun Wukong's little successor shouldn't have been so difficult. His previous unlocked powers were stolen by 'his' lady's Bone Mech like her destiny script said. Yet, it seems fate decided a slight change was in order.

An alternate version that looked completely out of place. So much taller, too 'roundish' and detailed in appearance…oh can't forget the fucking zombie clown companion. It didn't look unnatural like his partner but the being was way too round and had no arms just floating hands.

Macaque already knew LBD would want him to catch this otherworldly MK copy alongside the little zombie as well. No doubt be pissed about the new cog in her grand plan. The details didn't matter since his Smoke Monster would be enough.

Kid only defeated it last time because the Monkey King was there. But now he's powerless and by assumption, this second MK probably shared the same experience. Yet, nothing could prepare him for what came next. "It's Jester Time!"

A single shout from this strange version of his former student and everything just…glitched. The once blue sky now eaten by blood red as the light brown ground had decayed to a dead grey. But the biggest change came when the little clown set ablaze this strange MK alongside itself in crimson fire.

With the flames soon splitting to pieces from the dance of a masked theatre clown mockery. Even the kid nearly fell on his ass seeing this stunt. Macaque could barely blink when a line flash onto his Smoke Monster. Shock and horror churn in his gut seeing the shadowy giant split in two like a banana peel. Spinning behind the head of the dying summon… is a cudgel.

Pure steel capped by clumpy gold on one side and muddle silver on the other, both sides engulfed by crimson fire in the shape of an Emergency Stop Sign. It spun back into the masked clown's welcoming long green rotten tail. The hairs on Macaque's neck rose upon the raspy distorted laughter rumbling behind the creature's monkey mask.

"Nice try, little Six! Your Smoke Monster went out like a fart in the wind!" His face hot red in fury as the original kid snickered. "Fart in the wind! I'm definitely using that from now on." Macaque called upon his shadow cudgel for any fear quickly became rage at the mockery.

The zombie performer however danced at the threat, his own cudgel expertly spun in the grasp of that rotten tail. "Oh little Six wants to play? Yay! Just know…" The twisted staff flung into the air like a boomerang, spiralling around the jester. Only when the smile on that bastardized mask spark red did the fusion snatch his cudgel.

'Danger', 'Error', 'Die', 'Suffer' and 'Weakling' flashed throughout the air in the form of glitching blood red text. The flaming Emergency Sign ends of the cudgel now point towards Macaque in equal challenge.

"Jester tends to break playmates."

Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the madness and I'll see you back at Megapolis.

Main AU

Jester