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thecandywrites · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 10- Pegging

Now I know, again, I'm like literally a week late. BUT. I got more Final Fantasy 15 Magic and Miracles Modern AU goodies for you.

This time featuring Tedd Furia and Stella Nox Fleuret, who is actually now, in this moment in time Stella Nox Fleuret- Furia. Yes, the cousin on their father's side to Ravus Nox Fleuret and Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from the Final Fantasy XV Kingsglaive universe.

But in my AU- where only a few people die but otherwise EVERYONE LIVES AND GETS A HAPPILY EVER AFTER DAMN IT. It's where Sylva is still alive and a BAMF. Who OWNS a hospital in addition to being a doctor and a surgeon herself (hello, oracle and healer= doctor and CEO and owner of a state of the art hospital).

And instead of in the Kingsglaive universe where Tredd is a traitor. (Granted in the beginning of Magic and Miracles- there's a nod to this in canon) But in my AU- no, he's actually just really smart, a realist, but opportunistic with childhood trauma, a pyromaniac which has since been channeled into him being a firefighter. With untapped potential that Sylva sees and she adopts him and brings out the best in him and helps him be the best version of himself that he can be. And she lets hiim legally play with fireworks and teaches him how to also be a healer (EMT) and a helicopter pilot. Both for the hospital and for the fire department where he can make BANK. Because Stella- is herself- a trust fund doll. Which is why Stella's parents initially HATE Tredd cause he thinks he's after her trust fund. But we know that's not the case. And to quote Deadpool "Your crazy matches my crazy". Which is SO THEM. Because just because you're rich, doesn't mean you too can not have trauma too. Which Stella, Ravus, and Lunafreya all have and deal with it in different ways.

And for those of you that have been following my Magic and Miracles and BEYOND storyline, you'll notice the easter egg that is the mention of Selena's accident. (I promise I have not forgotten or abandoned it, life is just being really mean to me right now and I don't wnat to take it out on anyone in that story any more than I already have (I'm sorry Selena))

But you don't have to know or follow any of that to enjoy this juicy lemon of Tredd getting railed by his wife, Stella and they are the epitome of kinky. And when I saw this prompt I IMMEDIATELY knew "oh yeah, that's Tredd and Stella. Stella is gonna peg Tredd and he's going to LOVE IT".

Everything else is under the cut because I don't want to get flagged by censors.

Again, a million and one thanks to @starsandskies for sharing kinktober. Yes I feel like I'm cheating with pulling pairings from previous stories. But that's simply to keep it short and sweet and get to the good part already.

Now, because of the graphic nature of this particular prompt. The moodboard is under the cut along with the story. Also You'll notice that I'm using the actual actor who did the motion capture and was the face of Tredd Furia in Kingsglaive. Stella I had to cast as Dakota Fanning. Enjoy!

Kinktober Day 10- Pegging

Tredd woke up to the smell of his wife making breakfast and a smile spread on his face because his wife Stella, being French, was hands down the best cook he had ever known and while she used almost heart clogging levels of butter. It was still delicious and amazing.

And while his shift as a firefighter was exhausting, he had come home and happily crashed into bed. But he was getting the next two days off. Which he had gotten off because today was the day before his anniversary. And he knew that Stella surely had some amazing plans for their anniversary.

She too had taken the same days off of school. Considering she was currently in medical school to become a doctor. The fact that thier busy schedules lined up that they both had the days off, was damn near a miracle. But one he was grateful for. He got out of bed and made it down the stairs of the condo that they had gotten while thier house was being built.

Honestly Tredd had lucked out. Because not only was Stella hot as fuck. Her crazy matched his. And before she came into his life, he was sure he was going to probably end up just like his mom. A homeless junkie. Or like his dad, a damn near alcoholic who barely had enough money to make ends meet and spent more on alchohol and cigarettes than he did food for him and his son.

And then Stella came along and everything changed. And for the better.

Because for once, they both found another person who understood them. Sympathized with them and they could be safe being vulnerable with. And while Stella’s parents had hated his guts- at first. Because to them, he was just a no good son of a bitch who played decent football but was otherwise a gold digger out to take their daughter's trust fund. And honestly, in beginning, yeah that was an appealing factor. But now, her trust fund meant nothing to him because he could afford to take care of both of them without it.

And that was because Stella’s aunt Sylva Nox Flueret- Caelum- saw potential in him. And instead of dismissing said potential. She invested in it. She invested in him and saved him from hemself and all the other horrible influences in his life. And adopted him like she had practically adopted all of her children's friends. Like Luche Lazarus. And Noctis, who she actually really did adopt. Along with Ignis, and Prompto, and Gladdio, and Nyx, who was now her son in law. And Selena, her daughter in law.

Sylva was the one that helped get him into being a firefighter because he had already been a bit of a pryro anyway. And he loved it actually. He never thought he would ever have a job he actually liked and loved and got paid decently for it too. And the positive changes didn’t stop there. Stella and Sylva helped him get clean. Get him off of smoking and other drugs.

And then when their friend Selena got into a near fatal car accident, he threw himself into becoming an EMT too. And becasue Sylva owned Miracles Hospital, she had the means to also get him holicopter flying lessons.

So now between being a firefighter and an EMT. He was primed to become both a helicopter pilot for the hospistal. And also work with forest fires by flying helicopters to hold either water or fire retardant. And Sylva always put him in charge of all the fireworks she set off for all the weddings and the all the other functions she hosted. Which he downright got giddy for because he had the license and the proper training for it too.

And to top it all off. He was also young enough that he got roped into going into the elementary schools to teach fire safety. And for some reason- kids flocked to him. And he could use that to see all the other kids that had the potential to be great, but just had shitty homelives and no one else to give them the chance and opportunity to show off that potential. Which he used to help get those other kids the help they needed and the stability and resources to succeed. The same way Sylva had done with him. And that felt really awesome as a way to pay it forward because there was no way he could ever pay Sylva back for all that she had done for him. But Sylva never wanted to be paid back, but him paying it forward was all she could ever want in return.

It was a second chance to redeem himself and prove to both himself, his family and especially his inlaws- that in the world of who could have married their daughter, they could have done worse. And they were slowly but surely easing up on him. Especially when Stella and him officially got married and she stayed in medical school and was not currently pregnant.

Even though it seems all their friends were getting pregnant and having kids left and right. But once his friend Crowe had her baby Raven. When he got to hold her, something inside of him changed. It was the first baby he had ever hold that he felt was beautiful and the one that got him to realize that he needed to be a better man if he wanted one of his own and being her adoptive uncle made him beam with pride.

Of course, at the time, he had jokingly cussed Crowe and Libertus out for making such a precious little angel and Libertus damn near had to arm wrestle him to get his daughter out of his arms as Tredd cried, granted cried happily all the same. But swore all the same that if anything happened to her, if anyone ever dreamed of hurting her, he'd kill them himself. Which gave Stella the assurance that underneath everything, that Tredd was a good guy. Even when no one else but her and Sylva could see it at first.

But today, was the day before their two year anniversary. He got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to see Stella still finishing up the last little bits of breakfast.

“Good morning Gorgeous.” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight and kissed the crux of her neck and shoulder before giving it a teasing bite which got her to squal.

“Good morning Handsome.” She cackle in response before she turned the stove off and turned around to kiss him good morning properly.

“So, how early do you want to start our celebrating for our anniversary this year?” She asked when they pulled apart when they needed the air to catch thier breath.

“As soon as you want to.” He answered with a happy and excited smile.

“Good, eat breakfast, and get some good food as fuel. You’re gonna need it.” Stella teased licensiously.

“Yes Ma’am.” He growled as he grabbed each of her butt cheeks in her hand and gave them a hard but appreciative squeeze before he helped her gather all the components of an amazing breakfast onto thier table as he practically wolfed it down because he knew he’d be spending the rest of the day in bed and banging his smoking hot wife.

He even helped put all the dishes in the dishwasher before he practically picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and carried her like that up their stairs again as she laughed heartily at his over eagerness.

He used his hold on the back of her legs to heave her from over his shoulder to the bed as she bounced off the mattress a few inches which got her to whoop and holler in delight.

“Before we get to caught up. I want to try something new.” She said as she stopped his hands from stripping her pajamas off of her.

“Like sex toys new?” He guessed hopefully.

“Yup.”

“Like the triple A, double A, C, or D battery variety? Or the two stroke engine type?” He asked, trying to guage just what size of toy she had in mind.

“Double A.” She answered before he rolled off of her to grab for the drawer that she liked to keep her sex toys she used for herself.

“Nope, not that one.” She said before he went through them all and she just kept smiling wider and wider as she shook her head no.

“So you got something new.” He realized.

“I did. And it requires a harness too.” She hinted.

“Yes!” Tredd cheered before he got off the bed and got into the drawer in a dresser where they put the really fun toys and the harnesses before she openned a different drawer to pull out a new set of harnesses.

“Put this on.” She told him before he obeyed and was too caught up in putting it on before he noticed that she had put one on herself and put a special dildo into it so that she had a vibrator inside herslf but could change out the cock she could put into the harness to mimic herself having a cock too. And she was currently wearing a literall horse cock in her harness and suddenly that’s when he seemed to realize what she had in mind.

“Uh, what, what’cha got there?” He asked a bit nervously when he saw the literal horse sized horse cock she had put into that harness.

“Your surprise. Happy Early Anniversary Baby.” She cooed.

“No.” Tredd immediately shook his head adamantly. Becuase sure they had played around with stuff in any and every oriface they both had but he had never let her peg him with something that big before.

“Ok. So how about we start out small and work our way up.” She ventured as she pulled it out and changed it out for one of the smallest ones they had first used and started out with.

“Ok, that’s better.” Tredd offered.

“But not before you put this on.” She said as she attached a new cock sucking and swirlling thing on his own cock and secured it into the harness he was currently wearing and turned it on for him with her own remote.

“Oh fuck.” He had to bend over and steady his hands on his own bent knees as this thing had to of cost a few hundred dollars but was worth every penny. Becuase it felt like-he couldn't describe it as anything other than fucking amazing.

“On the bed, ass in the air and spread em.” Stella ordered before she got him into position and used him getting into position to get her variety of toys ready for him and lubed up his pucker before she eased the first one in and knew she got that prostate when he moaned and shuddered and after a few strokes and he had relaxed and openned up more for her. And that’s when she traded the smaller one for the medium sized one and began to fucking him with it as she scratched hard down his neck and smacked his ass before she grabbed his hips and pounded her own dildo into him.

“Oh Jesus Fucking Christ.” Tredd graoned and moaned before he came in the toy currently sucking and swirling around his cock but it seemed she wasn’t done because then she switched out to the larger one. And Tredd was on the verge of becoming overstimulated, especially when she turned on the vibration settings as strong as they could go and just as he was about to come again, she pulled out, leaving him whining and wanting more. She then changed into her latest purchase and eased it inside of him and then rather torturously turned on the vibration settings and Tredd came again in the toy that was using his own cum as lube.

Then she turned her own up to it’s highest setting thanks to her remote and turned his onto it’s highest setting and Tredd came and then his cum overflowed it the sleeve as he felt like he could feel this horsecock into his colon through his stomach. But he loved it. He loved all of it. He loved his wife most of all though.

“Beavus, Beavus!” Tredd finally yelled, since that was her cousin’s nickname that they- as more of a sick twisted joke, made that nickname thier safeword for when they were done and didn’t and couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ok Babe.” Stella relented and turned the vibrator off and pulled out of him and helped get his harness and put the toys in the bathtub for a thorough cleaning before they would be put away.

“Fuck.” Tredd groaned as he laid on his side and tiredly took off his own harness and this wonderful thing that sucked and swirled on his own cock off and handed it off to her so she could clean it out while she traded it for a pack of cottonelle wipes so he could clean himself off and the mess on the bedspread.

“See! You could take it. It just took a bit to work up to it.” Stella cooed as she came back with the now clean huge thing in her arms.

“Tonight- it’s your turn with that monster thing.” Tredd insisted.

“Oh I know, I can’t wait.” Stella giggled gleefully as she put it away along with the others.

“Thanks for indulging me though.” Stella thanked him.

“You’re…you’re welcome.” Tredd smiled tiredly as he tried to recover.

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carminite-wyrm · 3 years ago

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Running Onwards, To The Hope of a New Day (Part 2 of the Time Looping Nyx AU!)

Part 1 can be found here

In which Nyx makes several attempts to keep everyone alive, adds several more things to his to-do list, finds a black market, and learns some new things.

Or, Phoenix Downs Save Lives, More At Ten.

Nyx sighed, flopping back down onto the floor of his room and resting his head on the side of the bed. He was on his sixth loop now, and so far, he’d only managed to learn that keeping Crowe, and everyone else, alive was ridiculously difficult. He’d tried knocking out Luche again in his fourth run, only for Tredd to be the one to kill her, and while Tredd’s aim was a little worse than Luche’s, getting shot in the leg still sucked. He’d attempted to convince her not to take the mission on the fourth and fifth loops, to no avail, as either way she’d think he was being overly worried, or somehow insulting her capabilities.

On that note, keeping everyone else he cared about alive was also proving to be a nearly impossible task. On the fourth run, he’d opted to switch out Luche and Pelna, when they went to recover the Princess, so that hopefully Luche would be the one getting attacked by the octopus daemon.

Pelna had ended up getting backstabbed by Sonitus, that run.

That run had also ended in disaster yet again, though he hadn’t made it past the Princess recovery operation. Because he’d swapped out Luche and Pelna, Nyx had the dubious pleasure of getting a knife through his hand, stunning him just long enough to miss his warp away from the octopus daemon.

At the very least, he’d managed to drag Luche down with him as they fell.

The fifth run had actually turned out a little better, because he’d found out that if he kept Pelna at his side, Nyx could actually warn him fast enough for the man not to die immediately to the octopus daemon. And having Pelna’s assistance turned out to be a very good thing.

The three of them had managed to escape the daemon, and Nyx had tried to convince Pelna and the Princess to escape. Unfortunately, Lunafreya was…incredibly persuasive, and off the three of them went, to try and recover the King, and the Ring.

They got there just in time to see the Princess’ brother put on the Ring once again, and Nyx had managed to get the King, and the others, out of that first room, with the damnable Ring. With Pelna’s assistance, they actually managed to run out to the car, Nyx and Pelna laying barriers in their wake to slow down Glauca. King Regis was still grievously injured though, the Princess doing her best to heal him whilst Pelna took the wheel, and Nyx prepared himself to fend off any attackers.

Unfortunately, they’d only managed to make it a short way before they were beset by Tredd and Luche’s group, and in the ensuing literal firefight, Pelna’d been hit by a bullet. The traitorous Glaives’ attempt to waylay them on their attempt to flee Insomnia was once again interrupted by Petra Fortis, that gate guard that Nyx continued to have very mixed feelings about, but not before Tredd (and of course it was Tredd bloody Furia, the other member of the Kingsglaive besides Crowe to have a great affinity for fire) had managed to hit their car with a fireball, sending them crashing off the bridge.

When Nyx managed to haul himself out of the wreckage, it was to find Pelna unconscious and bleeding out, and the King dying once again, bringing him back to the same damn situation as the first two times.

And so, Nyx had found himself waking up for the sixth time, having died once again from the price of wielding the power of the Lucii.

He still hadn’t figured out how to get Libertus to not leave and join that group of ill-fated rebels, and while he had figured out how to keep Pelna and King Regis alive for longer, events seemed to continue to conspire against them.

And he still didn’t know how to prevent Crowe’s death.

At the very least, he knew for certain that if Luche was the one sent to murder her, he would do it with that handgun of his. Nyx wasn’t sure if he could tamper with that though, considering Luche kept it either in his locker, or on his person, at all times, and Nyx knew he couldn’t get to that locker without raising suspicion.

Nyx tapped his chin thoughtfully. He couldn’t risk telling anyone in the Kingsglaive about his foreknowledge, because the likelihood of one of the traitors or Drautos finding out was too high. And the Crownsguard were…well, to put it bluntly, a bit too xenophobic to pay attention to a refugee who had no actual evidence, beyond his own memories/experiences. He could try getting an audience with the King again, but without an incentive like the Princess’ kidnapping, the likelihood of that working was equally low.

But maybe, he could find a way to increase Crowe’s odds of surviving the ambush. He couldn’t give her any extra equipment from the Kingsglaive armoury, because that would be noticed, but maybe there was some sort of black market in the city? Most cities as large, and with as great a wealth gap, as Insomnia probably had one? Nyx wasn’t certain, but it was worth a try.

And maybe, just maybe, he could put a spanner in the Princess’ kidnapping as well. Her kidnapping was the bait that drew the Kingsglaive out of the city, leaving the Citadel more vulnerable to the attack that would bring the Wall down.

If the Wall remained intact, then the Empire wouldn’t be able to bring in the majority of their forces, including those giant daemons that had wreaked so much destruction. He didn’t really know what happened, exactly, during the signing ceremony itself, though. And there was so much else he also didn’t know, about this whole disaster, especially about that faction Libertus had taken up with, after Crowe’s death.

Nyx sighed, closing his eyes as he realised what he’d have to do, this loop. He knew now that he had the benefit of time, and so long as he made sure he died, everything would reset to just before midday on the 12th. This loop, he just needed to find out everything he could about the faction Libertus would take up with, their location, their numbers, their resources. He needed to know if he would be able to sabotage their efforts to bomb the Citadel, or if it’d be one of the things he’d have to find a way to reveal to the Crownsguard without implicating himself or Libertus.

And for that to happen…he’d have to let Crowe’s death play out as before.

This loop, Nyx decided, steeling his resolve as he headed over to the training area once again, he was going to whatever he needed to do, to get his hands on the information he’d need to make things right. A rebel faction like the one Libertus joined surely had access to a black market of sorts, after all, one wouldn’t be able to put together explosives or those communicators without access to at least some sort of restricted, possibly military-grade, material.

And perhaps he’d also read up on the whole deal with the Lucii, so maybe he would be able to get them onboard with the whole ‘saving lives and stopping the Empire’ thing, without having to sacrifice himself in the process. Their whole thing about setting alight those they deemed unworthy was useful, Nyx had to admit, recalling how it had dealt with Ravus and Luche rather handily, but also it was a pain when the ghosts in the Ring deemed themselves above the plight of the common man, to the point that it had taken Regis’ intervention to even get them to consider hearing him out.

And, now that he thought about it, what was so utterly important about the Prince that King Regis would be willing to sacrifice himself, and his entire city, just so that the kid would be out of harm’s way? There was that prophecy that either King Regis or Lunafreya had mentioned, but Nyx still wasn’t sure what that entailed beyond the Prince being destined to save the world, or something. Regardless, it had to mean something, for both Lunafreya and King Regis to be so adamant that sacrificing the city and themselves was worth it for his safety.

His course of action decided, he silently apologised to both Crowe and Libertus, and everyone else he wouldn’t be able to help this loop.

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Nyx still threw up, upon seeing Crowe’s corpse in the morgue. He knew he could have at least tried, to save her, but- he needed to know what went on, on Libertus’ end of things.

It still hurt, though. No matter the apparent necessity of this loop, and its likely future benefits, his need to protect those he could still rebelled at his decision to accompany Libertus, and abandon everyone else.

At the very least, he could count on the fact that Libertus was pretty much ride-or-die, when it came to vouching for him in front of the (justifiably) suspicious rebels, when Nyx had found himself failing to come up with an actual believable reason for his presence. The ensuing conversations with the rebels, however, had been rather informative. Nyx knew firsthand how refugees were treated in Insomnia by a large portion of its inhabitants, particularly by those who were born and raised in the city. Even though the Kingsglaive had been essential to the war effort against the Empire, the fact it was staffed mostly by refugees – and the majority of them Galahdian – made most of the citizenry a little…frosty, at best, due to the perceived favouritism from the King. And of course, there was the whole matter about how the nobility – and the Crownsguard, by extension, given that a good portion of that organisation was made up of the sons and daughters of Insomnia’s upper classes – believed that the refugees were beneath their notice.

Nyx knew this, but maybe the time he’d spent out at war with Niflheim had dulled his awareness somewhat, to the situation back home. Had there ever been this much vitriol, this much hatred, at Insomnia and its people? Had the King’s name ever been spoken with this much derision? Had his people – his fellow Galahdians – and even the other refugees from the other regions ravaged by the Empire, been this poorly treated by the Insomnians?

He thought back to the initial meeting that he and Libertus had ended up at, how, as an introduction, they’d all gone around sharing why they were here, in the backroom of a dingy abandoned arcade, planning to bring down the Lucian government.

“My brother died in a daemon attack when the Lucian military pulled out of Cleigne.”

“We lost our homes when the government had them demolished to make way for a new overpass.”

“I lost my job, because some rich upper-class fucker thought that the restaurant’s dishes shouldn’t be cooked by ‘some uneducated backwater savage’.”

“My mother’s cousin was stabbed last week, and the Crownsguard refused to investigate it further because ‘it was probably just a mugging gone wrong’. As if every trash-filled back alleyway was home to criminals, rather than the poor and downtrodden.”

Honestly, at this point, Nyx actually felt kind of bad about the fact that he was going to use the information he got in a later run to stop them.

But he knew that the explosives they would set off would allow the Empire to take the Crystal, which in turn would damn the entire city to being razed by both daemons and the Empire’s soldiers. Nyx really did understand know, why the rebels would consider such drastic actions, understood that the peace treaty was seen as the final betrayal of all the promises that the King had made, understood that at that point, the only way forward, in the eyes of the rebels, was to take matters into their own hands.

But knowing the consequences of their actions…he had to stop them.

He found himself, a short while later after the rebels had all begun to disperse so that they could work on their various tasks, hovering awkwardly in a room that had been converted into a makeshift workshop. From what he’d been told, these rebels didn’t seem to be associated with the traitorous Kingsglaive members, but considering how Libertus was still discussing matters with this group’s leader, and how small this group was, Nyx bet that they didn’t trust him fully just yet.

“So, forgive me for asking, but this stuff doesn’t seem…it doesn’t look like you’d be able to get this from a hardware store.” Nyx commented, staring at the charges one of the rebels was preparing.

“Well, obviously,” The man shrugged. “You’d be surprised, what you can get from the old merchant in the back alleyway. Couple of leftover demolition explosives, from the last time a condemned building actually got demolished. Honestly, the only part of this that we’ve gotten from uh…outside sources…would be the communicators, and the money to buy the explosives.”

“…Do you think this…old merchant of yours…sells potions?” Nyx inquired, as casually as he could.

The rebel squinted at him, and Nyx quietly hoped he hadn’t pushed too quickly. Libertus was having an easier time ingratiating with the group, probably because his anger was all too genuine, whereas Nyx knew his silence was probably leaving everyone suspicious of him, even with Lib vouching for him.

“What do you need them for?”

“I just…I want to be prepared, in case someone- someone gets injured, or hurt.” Nyx admitted, putting in just the slightest tinge of the depression he felt whenever he thought about all the times one or more of his friends had died, of all the times he had failed, over the past few loops.

The rebel’s eyes widened, and Nyx realised that the other man probably had just made the (logical) leap of understanding that Nyx was thinking about Crowe, about his sister in all but blood who had recently died (yet again). Libertus had not been quiet about the fact that her death was the cause of their change in allegiances. The rebel visibly softened, before patting Nyx on the shoulder and giving him directions.

As it turned out, the black-market dealer not only dealt potions and explosives, but also all other sorts of legal and illegal merchandise. Quite frankly, Nyx wasn’t sure how this guy hadn’t been caught yet, considering that not only was most of his catalogue was kept in the same graffiti-covered garage, but also, he travelled around in the shadiest van Nyx had ever seen.

Nyx stared at the array of very illegal weaponry that was on display along one of the garage’s wall panels, before turning his attention to the rack of various curatives. There were a few potions, and he even managed to find a high elixir amongst them, even if the bottle was a little cracked and leaking the magic-infused liquid into its haphazard plastic wrapping.

But what caught his attention next, was a tiny box in the back of the curative rack, one that had the slightest sparks of a phoenix down emanating from it. He picked it up, and opened it, half-expecting it only to be some sort of clever fake. But no, there was a small downy feather resting inside the box, barely a quarter of the size of a regular phoenix down, but somehow, he could tell that the magic within it was as potent as normal.

“…How much does this one cost?” He asked.

The dealer laughed, shrugging. “Five thousand gil.”

Nyx winced. That was…almost a third of his current savings. He could purchase at least ten potions with that money, or even two extra knives for Crowe. And technically, he could buy even more for a cheaper price if he went outside the Wall, to maybe an outpost in Leide or Duscae, but there was no way he’d be able to just skip out of the city in a future loop, not when the Kingsglaive would be ordered to remain within, until the Princess was kidnapped.

Damn the fact that anything stronger than a regular potion was only available in Insomnia via the military, and even then, they were highly regulated. Potions wouldn’t save Crowe, if only because Nyx knew she took at least four of them with her on that mission.

“I’ll think about it.” Nyx finally said, putting down the box. He wouldn’t be needing that in this loop, that was for certain.

He now knew where this rebel group was located, knew their leader, knew how they were getting their supplies, beyond collaborating with the Empire. He had also come to the realisation that there were at least another two or three cells, with at least one of them likely in collaboration with the traitor Glaives, after Libertus let slip later that night that he had participated in ‘a meeting with the other leaders of this rebellion’. Nyx had tried to get further details from him, but Libertus had just shrugged and said that it wasn’t important.

He still didn’t know if the rebels would have been half as successful without Libertus’ information (and hadn’t it stung, to learn just how much information on the Citadel, and all their truly loyal brothers and sisters in the Glaive, Libertus had been willing to share), but Nyx figured that was a problem for a future loop. He’d figure out how to convince Libertus to stay. One day.

And now, he had just half a day before the signing ceremony, half a day with which to do research on the other thing he wanted to learn about, this loop. Namely, that Prophecy that both Lunafreya and King Regis had mentioned. Somehow, Nyx had the feeling that it was important, but he had no idea how or why it was. And considering that this loop, there was no chance he’d be able to even start digging up proof of Drautos’ treachery, or that of the other Glaives like Luche and Tredd, he might as well see whether he could get at least some background information on that.

The City Library turned out to be practically useless. Oh sure, there was a book on the Cosmogony, which didn’t actually talk about any sort of prophecy, but all it did talk about a King chosen by the Astrals to ‘see through a coming disaster’. And he assumed that disaster had something to do with that last passage in the book, which he gathered (after a good hour trying to parse through the flowery phrasing) talked about some sort of apocalyptic plague of darkness? There was nothing actually specific though, just passages that he assumed was well-known information amongst the more religious folks of Insomnia.

Nyx was starting to regret not paying much attention to the main religion in the city before this.

He spent the rest of the loop, before following Libertus to see where these rebels would be setting their charges, nursing a headache, as he tried to figure out how exactly this was all related to the Empire invading Insomnia. In the end, he opted to just, focus on the more immediate problems he had. He had his hands full anyways, trying to stop the deaths of his friends, and the destruction of Insomnia, pretty much all on his own.

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Nyx woke up, for the seventh time, and decided that no matter what happened in any of his future loops, he was never, ever dying again to a hail of bullets. Sure, he may or may not have intentionally stepped in front of that one guy, the rebel leader that had taken a shine to Libertus rather quickly, but…once was more than enough.

He swung himself out of bed, absently rubbing the centre of his chest, where he swore he could still feel the phantom impact of the bullets, along with the by-now-expected mild burning sensation that accompanied every awakening to a new loop. He had about ten minutes before Libertus would call him about meeting up at the training building, and he needed to figure out how exactly he was going to play things this time around.

It was…surprisingly easy to sneak through the alleyways to get to the black-market dealer, that night, and Nyx quickly handed over the required amount of gil for the phoenix down. Absently, he noted that there was a stack of demolition-grade explosives badly hidden in one corner. He quickly rushed back to his flat, trying to think of anything else he could give Crowe that wouldn’t arouse to much suspicion from any of the traitors or his technically-allies. An extra elixir? Nyx wasn’t certain how much help that would be, but well, more curatives certainly never hurt anyone.

Crowe still disappeared, on that mission.

He did notice Luche limping around though, one arm clearly injured, some new bandages peeking out from under his collar.

Good to know that Crowe had, at the very least, given Luche hell.

The trip to the morgue…was perplexing, to say the least. This time, there was an actual guard around the room, and when Libertus inevitably burst in, they only saw the faintest glimpse of a charred arm, before they were both tugged back outside by the combined efforts of Drautos and Pelna.

He tried to convince Libertus to stay, once again. This time, he emphasised the fact that they didn’t know for certain that Crowe was dead, that maybe she was still alive, why else would they try to stop them from seeing her? And Libertus knew Nyx had given Crowe a phoenix down, and an extra potion. Surely Crowe couldn’t be dead, she was far too strong to die.

Libertus still left, leaving Nyx clenching his Kingsglaive emblem in his hand.

Looked like the phoenix down wasn’t enough. Not on its own.

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Two days later, when the Glaive deployed to rescue Lunafreya, Nyx found himself revising his words. Slightly.

He’d tampered with the hairpin beforehand, having spent several of the prior loops figuring out exactly where the tracker was placed, and whether he could actually remove the component that allowed the Niflheim forces to track it, whilst still keeping the part that let him know where it was located. It had been…finicky work, to say the least, and it hadn’t worked out before, but Nyx was fairly confident that this time would be the one. He’d left the part he thought was the daemon-attracting one in Luche’s apartment, because Nyx was, at the end of the day, absolutely down to cause that man as much grief as he could before he could kill him with no consequences. And, just before they had prepared to leave, he’d packed some extra curatives, because he guessed that even if he failed to prevent the daemons from swarming them all later, he could at least help keep Pelna and the King alive for longer.

The rescue mission went just about as Nyx had expected, having continued with his plan to keep Pelna alive, because having extra allies never hurt anyone. What he hadn’t expected, however, was a blast of fire slamming into the octopus daemon, successfully knocking it off the ship that Nyx had managed to get Lunafreya and Pelna into.

He looked for the source of the fire, only for a knife to go sailing through the open door, and Crowe warping with it, a second later. She crumpled onto the deck of the ship, and Nyx vaguely heard Pelna make a strangled exclamation, before cursing as he briefly lost control of the ship.

“Crowe!” Nyx yelled, rushing to her side. “Holy shit, you’re alive!”

“No thanks to that bastard Luche.” Crowe grumbled, voice clearly laced with exhaustion.

There was a burn scar tracing from just under her chin, down to her shoulder, and Nyx belatedly noticed that one sleeve of her tattered jacket was hanging empty.

“…We thought you were dead, Crowe.” Nyx admitted, almost breathless with relief as he pressed an extra elixir into her hand. “Well, at least now we know why they wouldn’t let me and Libertus into the morgue.”

“I’m hard to kill, you know that,” Crowe muttered, looking decidedly better after the elixir. “Though…I probably wouldn’t have made it without that phoenix down you gave me. And even then, it was a bit touch-and-go. I was lucky that a couple of hunters found me, otherwise I would’ve died. If not from blood loss because of Luche’s damn bullet, then from the shock of losing my arm. At least, that’s what the hunters said.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? We’re…heading back to Insomnia, because the Princess said we need to recover the King, or else we’re all fucked, basically,” Pelna called out. “I think I’ve got enough control of this thing to give you the opportunity to get off, but the moment we cross the city wall, we’re going to be right in the thick of it.”

“Pelna, I literally ran all this way after the hunters spotted the Imperial ships in the air. I would’ve called you all about Luche being a filthy traitor, except that my comms were all linked to Commander Drautos’, and considering I don’t know how else Luche would’ve known the exact details of my mission in order to ambush me that effectively, I…couldn’t risk it.” Crowe glared at him, straightening up and pulling her knife from out of the ship’s wall. “I’m helping, whether you all like it or not. Speaking of which, where the hell is Libertus?”

“He left the Kingsglaive, after you- I mean, after we thought you died.” Nyx admitted. “I tried to get him to stay but-“

“But it’s Libertus. Probably wanted to take things into his own hands, didn’t he,” Crowe rolled her eyes. “Idiot. But yeah, it does make sense.”

Nyx nodded, silently figuring out whether he had any other methods of communication he could give Crowe in future, now that he knew for certain that the phoenix down actually worked!

Several hours later, Nyx cursed viciously as their car once again went flying off an overpass, this time from an errant missile from an MT Armour that had somehow still managed to catch up to them, even with Fortis’ intervention. When he finally pulled himself from that wreckage, it was to see Pelna’s bloodied face staring up at the sky, his neck bent at an unnatural angle.

“Shit.” Crowe said, as they all hurried into the nearest building with the same damn horde of wasp daemons chasing them, Nyx preparing himself for the inevitable run with the hairpin. “I don’t suppose there was any way to stop Tredd from throwing that fireball that sent us right into that MT’s path?”

“Actually.” King Regis finally said, as they crouched behind a row of filing cabinets. “If you told me who the traitors were, I probably could have cut them off from my magic. I would’ve done so earlier…but I wasn’t certain whether I’d be able to cut just them off from the magic, rather than the entirety of the Kingsglaive.”

Nyx stared in shock at the King.

“Wait, you could’ve done that from the start?!”

“It is…finicky work, to sever only those specific bonds, without being immediately near to them,” King Regis admitted, oblivious to Nyx’s churning thoughts. “And I will admit, my hold on the magic of the Lucii is…weaker than it was, before the initial attack on the Citadel. But it is doable.”

Nyx was so distracted by that newest revelation, that he failed to notice the swinging arm of an MT Amour, and found himself waking up with a shout for the eighth time, the feeling of his ribs being crushed still fresh in his mind.

#ffxv #ff15 #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #nyx ulric #libertus ostium #crowe altius #carminite writes #Running Onwards (A Timelooping Nyx AU)#in which Nyx goes through loops 4-7 and makes some progress #but also gets plenty more questions as he tries to piece together the jigsaw puzzle of figuring out how to Not Get The Bad Ending #honestly i was a bit iffy on some of the bits here #but i think im happy with how it's turned out #(also yeah i think this thing is going to turn into a multi-story project considering the Ideas I have been having lately)#stay tuned for more!

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raven-6-10 · 2 years ago

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@a-world-in-grey

I don't think @secret-engima actually did that much worldbuilding regarding cultural norms, as applied to abo dynamics. At least I don't remember seeing any posts about it under the tag. Might be wrong, tho.

I agree that LCs are more warriors than standard royals, but you also mentioned Sola is the first Omega in the family in quite some time. And I recall you did have her as a first woman in centuries. So the nobles and general public might have forgotten how out there the Lucis Caelums are, even the women.

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I seem to recall Prompto being adopted by Amissa when he's ... 8? 9? Something like that, in that one worldbuilding post. Guess we won't know for sure until the fic actually gets published as more than random scenes.

Anyway, by the time Noctis and Prompto are going to the same school (so 12?), Prom is living with Amissa in the Little Galahd and raising hell with his Pack friends. So he would be dragging his new friend home around the time Sola is adopted by Tredd.

Hmmm, might be that one led to the other? Either Prom deciding that Noct counts as Galahdian-in-law because Sola got adopted as a Furia. Or, Tredd adopting Sola after Mamai's son brought the prince home, because he wants a royal of his own.

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Why do I have a feeling that the lore regarding Dragonborn got dismissed as mere fairy tales somewhen way back? Probably after a long time passed without one being born.

So there might be records somewhere, but they would not be easy to find, probably stuck in the fiction section of the archives or mythology, or something. Either way, nobody was taught about it in literal centuries.

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Sola getting friends would be good for her. I kind of got the impression from your posts that before she joined Glaives, she mostly spend time with Noct and his Retinue?

Not many people want to hang out with the girl who bites people to death

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Let Sola Punch A Racist 2k23!

But seriously, she's not gonna be happy with the prejudice against Galahdians. Not when they are the first people to actually accept her as she is. Who did not try to change her into something "socially acceptable".

I see many punched faces in the future.

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Does Sola pick up the scentless habit from other Glaives? Not only on missions but in day-to-day life too?

Actually, does she ask what is going on with the habitual scent suppressing the whole of Little Galahd seems to be doing? She seems blunt enough to just ask the awkward questions.

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Oh yeah, Umei's headcanons are very good. Definitely make more sense than the mess that is canon worldbuilding.

If Sola existed in Stand Strong verse, what would be her reaction to Galahdians in general and Glaives in particular? Would she still join the Kingsglaive or would Regis and Cor try harder to remove her from it? Would she still have a crush on Libertus?

Oooh, Stand Strong verse! Aka the fun glaives! @secret-engima feel free to correct me if I get anything wrong, it's been a while since I scrolled through this 'verse.

Sola doesn't really meet the Galahdians in Little Galahd until after she's been adopted by Tredd, so the glaives would be the first Galahdians she meets. And honestly, Sola feel an even stronger sense of kinship with these fae-like glaives. All her life she hasn't fit. She's an Omega when most LCs are Alphas, she's an Omega Sword when Swords are never Omegas - Hearts and perhaps the occasional Shield, but never Swords - and she's got distinctly nonhuman instincts even with the instincts that come from secondary genders.

Amongst the glaives who don't care to conform to Insomnia's definition of human, Sola, for the first time in her life, actually feels at home.

Yes, she still joins the Kingsglaive. She's less demanding in this verse - the Kingsglaive is Captain Drautos' territory, and one doesn't lightly invade an Alpha's territory even if that Alpha is sworn to her father. Instead, Sola sets up an actual appointment (Cor is neatly distracted by Abyssus and Ignis and maybe some surreptitious aid from Amissa) to meet with Drautos and formally request to train with the Kingsglaive, as she's finished her apprenticeship under Marshal Leonis and seeks to expand her capabilities to better protect her King.

Titus is well aware of the Rage Sola went into not even a week prior. All the glaives know, the princess was in no way subtle for all that she kept her Rage contained away from anyone who might get caught in the crossfire. Unlike his glaives, however, Titus knows the reason for Sola's Rage. Knows the King forbade Sola from accompanying her brother to Tenebrae on the basis of it being too dangerous. And Titus has to wonder how well Regis actually knows his daughter, because even in the bare handful of times he's been close enough to the Princess to observe her Titus knew how poorly Sola would take that decision. A Cloudy Dragon of an Omega, and Regis denied her from protecting her Territory?

A Rage was inevitable.

And now the Cloud (who might have been a Sky, before attempts to make her conform into an ill-fitting mold made her retreat so far into her Cloud that any hint of Sky was thoroughly overwhelmed) is sitting on her own bristling territorial instincts, bowing her head to his authority as the Alpha of the Kingsglaive, despite technically outranking him as Crown Princess.

This isn't just revenge towards the King and the Marshal for separating her from her younger brother and Sky. Sola is desperate.

Of course she is, Titus realizes. By barring Sola on the basis of it being too dangerous, the King has implied that Sola isn't good enough to protect her Sky. Despite having completed her apprenticeship under Cor the Immortal. So Sola has gone looking for training from one of the only people capable of match the Marshal in a fight. Titus.

If he turns her away, it's likely Sola will do something exceedingly reckless to prove herself capable of standing as Noctis' Sword.

Well, at least she'll fit right in with the rest of his reckless idiots.

Cor and Regis do try to pull Sola from the Kingsglaive. Not necessarily because of the Kingsglaive's fae reputation. No, it's because they think Titus loathes Regis, and that makes them wary of Sola being in close proximity to the man. Of course, Sola puts her foot down and actually snarls at Cor when she's pulled from bootcamp and sent up to Titus' office to find Cor demanding she leave the glaive. And not the playful snarls she's always given him before during their spars or play fights. No, this is a full on this-is-your-last-warning-before-I-tear-your-throat-out snarl, complete with bared teeth and hands curling into claws.

Titus rumbles low in his throat, a wordless admonishment to keep things civil, please, and Sola forces herself to settle with only a low grumble. Cor's too well trained to rear back in surprise, but his magic betrays him where his body doesn't, and Sola can feel the shock and instinctive wariness hearing that kind of snarl from an Omega elicits. They are able to work things out civilly so that Sola can continue training with the glaives, and Cor is able to warn Regis when he comes home with Noctis so Regis doesn't try the same thing.

Of course, Sola training with the glaives means she stops conforming so stringently to all those human sensibilities, so there's absolutely rampant gossip that Sola's been turned fae by her association with the glaives. Then those that remember Sola ripping out an assassin's throat with her teeth chip in, and the gossip mutates to Sola always having been fae and it's merely a matter of the glaives reclaiming one of their own.

Before joining the glaives, Sola would not have been happy about the rumors. Now, after training with the glaives in being sneaky and pants-shittingly terrifying, Sola is all too willing to use her new skills in psychological warfare to her and her King's benefit.

Sola absolutely still gets a massive crush on Libertus, Nyx still calls her Pipsqueak and gets his kneecaps taken in revenge, and Tredd still ends up adopting her around her 19th birthday. Dunno if Sola ends up bonding with a Retinue, but if she does they're all Galahdians and the public sees it as further proof of Sola being as fae as the rest of the glaives.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #Stand Strong verse #a-world-in-grey #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 3 years ago

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I took a barefoot walk today with the dogs and remembered Nyx barefoot on his first hunt and, iirc, attacking the convoy. What is the Galahdian attitude, and the attitudes of all of our favorite characters, towards shoes in general?

That, believe it or not is honestly one of the more difficult questions. You have no idea how much I flip-floped between opinions. XD

The short answer is thus: The opinion on shoes depends very much on which Clan one were to ask.

The Bog are very much barefoot.

The Ostiums wear shoes and the Ulrics prefer not to. (Now I need to write a scene where Libertus nags Nyx into wearing shoes. Because that's the only way an Ulric will wear them.)

The Sarcina wear mostly embroidered sandals, the Lazarus put beads on theirs.

In the beginning the Bellum did not wear shoes either, but once soles were invented that did not turn into slippery death traps on wet wood (since a large part of them are salors and shipwrights) they gradually switched to shoes.

The Furia being who they are, are barefoot, of course.

Every Clan living in or on mountains is very uch a fan of shoes. Because cold.

(Here I should probably mention that everyone has at lest one pair of winter boots.)

The Khara and Najad Clans don't really wear shoes either. Neither do the Pisca and the Pontos. It's easier to swim if you don't. And you don't ruin them as soon as you get them.

For the other Clans it's very much personal preference. Which isn't to say that you won't find a Lazarus prefering to go barefoot or a Bog liking shoes.

But Nyx and Tredd would probably go barefoot everywhere. And I imagine Tredd forgot his Kingsglaive issued boots at least once when he was on duty. (Cue Luche and Sonitus sharing a long suffering look. Drautos tries to decide if this is some kind of staged protest. It very much isn't. Tredd just... woke up late and forgot.)

In BItW Athina makes Nyx a pair of sandals once. Nyx actually wears them. Libertus could kiss the ground she walks on, because in his opinion going barefoot is very much a health hazard.

Crowe honestly couldn't care less. She spent much of her childhood going barefoot and doesn't see a problem with it. But she prefers shoes in winter. Like a normal person. *stares at Nyx*

Lastly I should mention that people running around barefoot on Galahd, very much wear legwraps. One, to keep the material of their trousers from going every which way, and two, to keep critters from crawling up under their trousers.

#ask #anonymous #ffxv #galahd #galahdian culture #footware #galahdian fashion #shoes #headcanons #worldbuilding #galahdian clans #sometimes there are also people who wrap their feet in cloth and call it a day #I like to call this the chaotic/evil alignment #geist answers

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years ago

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10 Celebrity Crushes

I was tagged by @annibunnysworld (on my main, but I prefered to do it here), thank you so much! I have lots of celebrity crushes, so it was hard to choose just ten and it took forever to make up my mind. Here are a few that I adore and have liked for a long time:

Colin Morgan

Ever since I watched Merlin I fell in love with Colin. I think he’s humble, kind, hardworking, passionate and on top of all a great actor and very good looking! What’s there not to love? He also has a beautiful voice to go well with those amazing blue eyes 😍

Keanu Reeves

Keanu is so attractive, omg. He was attractive when he was young (especially in Point Break and Speed) and he’s attractive now in John Wick and in general. He’s such an amazing person from what I keep hearing, that has gone through so much trauma and pain and despite it all he continues to be kinder and kinder. Even if you don’t find him attractive, how can you not love Keanu Reeves?

Chris Evans

I got a crush on Chris when I watched Fantastic Four, but then he played Steve Rogers and not only made that crush come back much stronger, but he gave me one of my favorite characters. Chris is such a nice guy from what we see in interviews and such, he’s a great actor and I just think he’s adorable.

Joey Batey

I suppose he must have flaws as he’s (allegedly, he might be an actual angel) human, but I really can’t see them. He looks like a sweetheart, is a good actor, a talented musician and is so attractive in every way. It’s been around two years since I discovered him with The Witcher and I’m still very much in love with him, with Jaskier, with The Amazing Devil and with everything Joey Batey.

Madeleine Hyland

(GIF) // Much like Joey, I doubt Madeleine is human as she’s either another angel or a fae queen or something, she’s too powerful. Not only is she absolutely gorgeous, but her voice and talent and range and ugh! I really want to see her act because I know that’s another thing she’s good at.

Katie McGrath

Morgana, am I right? I immediately loved her in Merlin and the more I saw of Katie the more I fell in love. She’s so sweet and so cute? I really like watching her in anything (loved her as Lena in Supergirl) and I in fact adore Katie so much that she’s the face-claim for one of my most beloved OCs, Nissa. Katie is just a queen.

Max Mittelman

I’m so sad that not many people know who he is because I have the biggest crush on him and he’s amazing and he deserves more recognition. That cutie is Max Mittelman aka Saitama (One Punch Man) aka Ryuji (Persona 5) aka Tredd Furia (Final Fantasy XV) and a bunch of others. He’s my favorite English voice actor and one of my favorite people ever. It’s funny because I got to know him through Robbie Daymond, who plays Prompto in FFXV and who I learned made vlogs with his friends, one of which was Max and the other was Ray Chase (Noctis in FFXV) and their vlogs are one of the most fun and comforting things for me ever and I’ve watched them so many times I know them by heart but I still adore them. Max is just adorable, hilarious and such a passionate and talented voice actor.

Jordan Fisher

It might be that John Ambrose McClaren made me fall in love, but I’m crazy about Jordan Fisher. His soft voice, his tender eyes, his gorgeous smile, his sweet personality, aaaah! I also recently found out he plays Matt in Until Dawn? Damn, this boy is so talented!

Ewan McGregor

I have always loved Ewan McGregor and have seen almost everything he’s made (except for Trainspotting and a few other things I don’t like) and he’s one of my favorite actors, but he’s also so attractive to me? Damn, I’m super excited for the Obi-Wan show!

Johyn Boyega

This poor man deserved the world and Disney / Star Wars made him so dirty. He’s clearly a passionate person, a good actor and probably the sweetest guy ever. I just adored Finn and I wished he got more to do in the sequels, not only because the character was interesting enough to deserve a better arc, but because John deserved the spotlight, dammit!

Honorable mentions: Tom Holland, Wynona Rider, Andy Samberg, Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie, Bryan Dechart, Amelia Rose Blaire, Ezra Miller, Melissa Fumero, Lily James, Jennifer Garner, Anya Chalotra, Dev Patel, Pedro Pascal, Idris Elba...

#i might or might not be bi... idek myself #tagged #tag game #annibunnysworld #about me #celebrity crushes

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teruelfxonsuvar · 7 years ago

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Since I'm too lazy to actually finish my writing here's some more random pieces of dialogue. Hint: I write Tredd a lot :') - "The way he looks at me when he pins me down makes me feel like I found god. I found god and he's about to rip me to shreds and I will thank him" - "I'm straight not blind" "You keep saying that and yet..." - "NOBODY LIKES MEN" "False, Luche likes men" "Fuck Luche" "Well, if you insist.." -"I'm chill man" "You just tried to stab Nyx" "I had a moment..." -"DOES EVERYONE LIKE MEN HERE? IS THE KINGSGLAIVE A CONSTANT LGBT PARADE?" "I like women" "You're not helping, Crowe" -"You can't sleep around forever" "Oh yeah, because that worked out so well for you, right?" "...low blow" -"listen, I know 21 is an awkward age to figure out you like men" "I don't like men" "You keep saying that, and yet..." -"Okay dude, what the fuck?" "I'm bored" "For fuck's sake" "Entertain me" "Go count the hairs on your balls" "Woah. Rude." -"fuck you and fuck your bald pussy" "STOP CALLING MY CAT A BALD PUSSY, THAT'S GROSS" "I call it what it is"

#kaz writes a thing #idk if i should tag characters #im thinking no since none are explicitly mentioned #but most of it is tredd so at the very least i should tag tredd??????#tredd furia #there you go have fun figuring out which lines are said by him

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a-world-in-grey · 5 years ago

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@secret-engima Oh, oh oh oh-

Turns out I’m rewriting a bit here, because I didn’t even consider that accomplishment braids were a thing but you’ve described two events perfectly-

(Also, feel free to use the ocs named here.)

-Sola’s not quite nineteen when she kills Prince Icarus Aldercapt, when she saves Tredd’s life and nearly dies herself from the sheer number of wounds-

-She spends her nineteenth birthday in the hospital, the day spent with Noctis and Ignis and Gladio, and Cor and Clarus and Papa visiting with presents and even a chocolate frosted lemon cake Ignis made and Noctis smuggled in past the nurses because he knows how much Sola loves the combo of sweet and sour-

-The day after, Tredd hobbles in on crutches, from the broken femur Sola hadn’t been able to heal and the new scar across his face an angry red. He sits down by her bed, grumps at her for being a self-sacrificing dumbass, but apparently she’s his self-sacrificing dumbass and Ramuh he’s never laughing at Libertus over dealing with Nyx ever again (okay, maybe just a little), and proceeds to put a fishtail braid at Sola’s left temple, ending it with a simple blue stone bead and a grumpy order not to take the braid or bead out.

-Two days later, Tredd is putting the braid back in - and teaching Sola how to do it herself because she’d taken it out to take a shower and didn’t know how to redo it - when Ladon Furia (Tredd’s maternal uncle - well, third cousin once removed but Tredd’s called him uncle since he was tiny because Ladon’s his mother’s favorite cousin - and Chief) arrives, nods approvingly at the braid, then cuffs Tredd over the head because he’s Not Impressed with Tredd failing to inform Sola that she’s apparently been adopted. Sola blinks at a red-faced Tredd, before deadpaning and asking if this makes her his annoying little sister. Tredd buries his face in his hands and mutters that he regrets everything. Ladon cuffs Tredd over the head again and the only reason Tredd doesn’t start a friendly brawl right there is because he’s still injured.

-Ladon then proceeds to put a braid in Sola’s hair - right above her Furia braid, not a fishtail but a simple three strand dutch that highlights the thin blue leather cord and the red, gold, blue, and black beads Ladon weaves into her hair. And Ladon explains that the braid is to acknowledge her accomplishment of killing an enemy Chief while defending an injured Clansman, despite Sola’s own extensive injuries, and then saving the life of said Clansman at great risk to herself.

-Nyx damn near chokes at the sight of Sola’s new braids when he visits next. Sonitus merely nods with approval and says that if the Furia hadn’t claimed her first, she’d be sporting Bellum braids.

-(And so Sola gets her introduction to Galahdian culture through Tredd before she starts dating Libertus, and the Furia collectively Pout when Sola proposes to Libertus. The Ostium are Smug.)

-The second time is after the battle where Sola digs too deep for the Crystal’s magic in order to protect the glaives from the new Diamond Weapon. Because it wasn’t just Libertus in trouble- the monstruous magitek had half her regiment pinned, including Luche and Nyx and Pelna and Libertus-

-Sola’s still in the hospital (because the doctors are NOT happy and refuse to let her go until they are CERTAIN she won’t suddenly keel over when they aren’t looking), Libertus carefully curled around her because the medical cots aren’t quite big enough to comfortably fit both of them but Libertus isn’t gonna let that stop him from cuddling his wife, when the door to Sola’s hospital room opens.

-Sola and Libertus blink in surprise at the towering middle aged woman, corded muscles hidden under the soft generous curves, hints of silver threading through her dark hair and the blue, black, purple, and gold beads decorating her Ostium braids.

-Libertus makes to rise, but Hestia Ostium waves him off, telling him to quit moving before he jostles his wife right off the bed. Libertus settles back down, ears reddening as Sola smirks and stretches out on top of him like an indulgent cat, heedless of his Chieftess right there.

-His Chieftess who is smirking right along with his wife. Well, at least they’ve got a similar sense of humor.

-Turns out Chief Stelios overheard Aspasia Ostium talking about their mission going to Ifrit’s Pyre, told Hestia, who promply hunted down Titus and grilled him for the details despite his attempts to hold her off with excuses of ‘operational security.’

-Sola and Libertus feel very sorry for the Captain. Hurricane Hestia is not something they’d wish only anyone.

-Hestia had then apparently told Ladon Furia, who hunted down Tredd and Nyx and Luche for more details, then got the Ostium and Furia Elders together to argue and discuss, and Hestia proceeded to put Ladon in a headlock until Ladon conceeded the right to braid Sola’s hair to Hestia as Sola’s Chieftess (since Sola is an Ostium after her marriage though the Furia still stubbornly Claim her because they had her first dammit).

-So Hestia adds another leather cord to Sola’s braid, this one gold, and puts in another set of beads - blue, black, gold, purple, red, and white. Because Sola had crushed the Diamond Weapon with a Shield like it was nothing more than a tin can, and then proceeded to wipe out every single enemy on the other side before the sun rose for threatening her people.

So I was reading what you hc about the Galahdian clans and clan colors, and it made me wonder about their braids. Like does the location (at temple, behind ear, halfway to nape, etc.) have meaning? I expect the bead colors do, and I would think where on the braid they are and/if paired with other beads would as well. Also, showing actual patterns in hair for smaller braids is visually difficult at any real distance, so would a way to highlight the pattern possibly be used? (1/2)

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Something like colored threads braided alongside, in either clan or personal colors twisted with the hair so you can actually see the detail. (2/2)

Me: Those are all very good questions! I had not given the braid location much thought actually. Braid locations doesn’t particularly effect the meaning, though there are more common “placements” for certain braids just because of when they tend to be added in life. The Clan Braid is usually on the temple, since it is the first one a Galahdian receives. Other braids may be further back on the temple, behind the ear, on the name, near the forehead, etc, since the Clan Braid usually occupies the center of the temple (sometimes even on both sides, though that depends on Clan).

Bead colors do have meaning, and follow the Galahdian color scheme. Clan Braids TEND to have a bead that is one of the Clan Colors (ie a black or purple bead for Ulrics, a red bead for Bellums, etc etc). Other braids have either a Clan Color for a bead, or (particularly in the case of marriage beads) a color that has emotional significance. Marriage beads are not always gold, but can also be colors like green, blue, and purple. If it is a natural gemstone (as many beads are) then the single color is all you get, but dyed wooden or plain stone beads can have multiple colors. When in a marriage bead, a Color almost automatically takes on a certain, usually positive connotation (so long as it isn’t pink, red, white, etc). The color is considered a promise to the person you’re giving the bead to (ie: a green marriage bead means I Will Watch Over You Always, a blue bead means I Will Protect You With All I Am, and a purple bead means You Hold My Heart and Loyalty Forever.)

And yes, some braids have multiple beads in them, while others have a small ribbons of Clan (or personal) colors in them to highly the style of braid and make its meaning more readily readable from a distance. Some braids that are accomplishment braids (to denote some important milestone or life or some famous deed) have multiple beads as well as ribbons, with various accomplishments getting a certain section of one long braid, the action itself told more in the combo of beads and ribbons then in the style of braid itself. Also note an accomplishment braid is a Big Deal and not given lightly, nor can it be put in of the individuals choice. The Chief and the Elders have to grant the right to use that braid, and punishment for faking the braid is severe. Accomplishment braids are for great deeds like killing an albino behemoth, taming a wild Coeurl (which, despite the Ulric’s fame for being like Coeurl-kin, is a Really Rare thing not even the Bestia can regularly pull off), or helping the Clan overcome some great trial (ie, warning the tribe of an imminent massive danger like a raid, a flood, a hurricane, or helping save the tribe by finding and delivering medicine from far away, or earning distinction in battle like saving the life of the Chief or defeating the Chief of the enemy Clan).

If Nyx had survived putting on the Ring/the fall of Insomnia and had a Chief or Elder of his Clan to grant him permission, he would have 100% earned an accomplishment braid for defeating Glauca the Traitor Chief, Protecting the Oracle, and Summoning the Old Wall.

Moving on.

Multiple beads can also be added to a braid that only requires a single bead, but that is more making a statement then a requirement (ie a Clan Braid can have a first bead, then as the hair grows out, a second one of the other Clan color rather than just redoing the entire braid with the first bead, a marriage braid can also have multiple beads, though only after the initial bead has been accepted).

#Shadow of Heaven’s Light #ffxv #Sola Lucis Caelum #Kingsglaive #Tredd Furia #Libertus Ostium #Ladon Furia #Hestia Ostium #various mentions #galahd #worldbuilding #not my worldbuilding #braids #I imagine a number of glaives could wind up in situations warranting an accomplishment braid #hmm how about calling it a Hero braid?#if only so we don’t have to type out accomplishment all the time

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blitzkrieg-mit-dem-fleischgewehr · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: FFXV - Fandom, Final Fantasy XV, Kingsglaive Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Titus Drautos | Glauca/Cor Leonis, Clarus Amicitia/Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII Characters: Titus Drautos | Glauca, Cor Leonis, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Clarus Amicitia, Weskham Armaugh, Mors Lucis Caelum, Aulea Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric, Libertus Ostium, Crowe Altius, Luche Lazarus, Pelna Khara, Tredd Furia, Cid Sophiar, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ardyn Izunia, Aranea Highwind Additional Tags: mentions abuse, The Great War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Eventual Happy Ending, more pairings to be named as the story goes, lazy ass writer, will add more tags later, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary:

What if Titus Drautos didn't become Glauca?

What if he had met the right people at the right time who allowed him to follow a different path?

Not everything is written in the stars, or in this case by the Astrals.

#FFXV #final fantasy xv #titus drautos #cor leonis #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #weskham armaugh #kingsglaive

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andywinter16 · 2 years ago

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Glaives S/O crashes drunk in their place (+ Regis)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my @autumnspookydreams! Enjoy your men with your drunken shenaningas XD (I loveee youuu! )

The alarm clock showed exactly three in the morning when he heard the keys in the lock. "Love, looove, *hic loooveeeeeee I want to *hic cuddleeeee, nooooow.*hic" She said in a singing voice. Nyx had to smirk at your antics, he knew you were celebrating your friend´s newborn, but he never imagined you would get that drunk. And weren´t you adorable one. He tiredly pulled you closer to his chest .“Come here kitten” he chuckled at you” cuddles will be after I get you to bed.” You pouted at him while wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. “ But *hic I want * hic hic cuuudle Nyxie noow!” Nyx picked her up like a little baby and throw himself at the bed with you in his arms. “ Aren´t you in luck, kitten. I was just thinking about being lonely in here.” You looked at Nyx with such adoration in your doe eyes. He felt like on Cloud 9 with you, his precious kitten. He started to doze off on you, when your voice called for him. "Nyxie," you wrapped lose strand of his hair around your finger" I will puke." You were so lucky that he loved you, because he got no sleep.

Tredd would call himself a party animal. So coming home at odd hours for him wasn´t anything unusual. But for fuck´s sake who would bang at his door at 1:30 am, when he just came from assignment and wanted nothing more that sleep?! Tredd went to open the door. “ You better be dying out there, If you think..” “Treddiiee, you areee baack.” What greeted him, was you completely wasted with wide grin. “ Babe, what the hell, partying without me?” said quite annoyed. He took you inside, you were shivering in your pretty dress with wide cleavage. " Not that I mind the view, but it' freezing outside." Seriously, you were the one usually nagging him about this. Guess the roles switched now. Tredd took you by your waist and leaded you inside the bathroom. "Tredd, b-but I don't want to ..." You didn't have a chance to end your sentence, when Tredd pushed you in the hot running shower. The shock was tremendous, your body fully awake. Tredd's personal sober tactic, works every time as he would proudly state. You saw his red hair through the curtain, his voice sounded so cocky. " So are you still cold, babe?" "Tredd, you asshole!" you tried to splash him. " Easy there, tiger! Or you will slip up. And I don't want your pretty face get hurt." He grinned like ass, he is. You wanted to strandle him. " Furia, you better pray to the Astrals when I get my hands on you!" you wobblily got from a shower, the dress was ruined and dripped water on the floor. Tredd winked at you. " Hm, I will enjoy that for sure, babe."

“Clarus, I can walk perfectly fine to my room, mind you.” she proceed to almost fell down the stairs. “ I can see that, highness.” Clarus truly wasn´t paid enough for dealing with this. But you were almost near your bedroom and Clarus will gladly throw you at your husband without mercy. “ Regie, I am back! The party was a great success, even Sylva was enjoying it. And that is something, consider it that her sense of humor is rather bland." You happily chatted to your husband who amusedly watched you from bed when you barged in to your shared bedroom. " Highness, your wife drank eight bottles of the exclusive red wine from Leide. And then with Queen Sylva danced on the table." Regis had to hide a laugh. You were always so wild, he loved that about you. Regis only hoped, that there was a video of it. He made mental note to ask Cor about it later. "Clarus, you're dismissed. Thank you for accompanying my wife safely to our room. I believe there was no trouble at all." He snickered at Clarus poorly hiden distress. " Good night, your highnesses!" You came dressed in your pajamas. " Bye bye Clarus, tell your wife I love her!" Sadly Clarus was gone. Regis almost pissed himself from laugh at how fast his friend run. He opened his arms, a very warm invite into his embrace " Come here angel. I am curious what else you were doing on the "Tea party" of yours." " But for such information, there is a price to pay." You giggled when you returned the hug. " Regis smirked " Oh, I believe we could find solution to this, my Queen."

#ffxv kingsglaive #nyx ulric #tredd furia #regis lucis caelum #female reader #female s/o #Enjoy our pretty boy #reckless redhead #and sugar daddy #final fantasy xv #mentioned clarus amicitia #sweet and tired Nyx Ulric #little shit Tredd Furia #Regis loves his chaotic wife #nyx ulric x reader #Tredd Furia x reader #Regis Lucis Caelum x reader

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kanawolf · 5 years ago

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@glaiveweek

Day 1 - General Theme: Sunrise

Specific Prompts: Rebuilding // Time of Mourning // Time of Healing

(Day 3 - General Theme: Alternate Universe (AU) )

Title: In the Wreckage

Rating: PG - 13

Warnings/Reasons: Descriptions of Injuries, Swearing

Characters: Tredd Furia, Luche Lazarus, Kayden Undare (OC), other Glaives mentioned/

Summary: As the sun rises over the ruins of Insomnia, Tredd and Luche pull themselves out of the wreckage and find their best friend amongst the rubble, bloody, beaten, yet still alive, even after beating the infamous General Glauca. They bring her someplace safe, and fall asleep after the sun rises. Heavily AU and Headcanon inspired.

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Looking through the city street, Tredd grimaced. The corpses of people and the diamond weapons were littered throughout. The Old Wall was broken.

Tearing a piece of cloth of someones’ coat, he bandaged his arm and ignored his aching head. He had heard the order from Drautos over his earpiece. Making his way through, he was surprised when his phone buzzed.

[ txt ] Luch: Where are you?

[ txt ] Luch: I need help.

Staring at his phone, he wondered how Luche survived. He had seen the airships fall out of the sky, and he had known Luche had been on one. Not that it really mattered. At least there was another Glaive alive.

[ txt ] I’m not sure, making my way to the plaza though

[ txt ] Where are you?

[ txt ] Luch: Close to the plaza.

[ txt ] Luch: Can hardly recognize it anymore.

‘Well shit.’ Tredd thought. Catching a still partially upright street sign, he knew he wasn’t far from the plaza. How he was going to get there was another question entirely though. While the wrecked airships and diamond weapons, he had a feeling that if he were on a bridge it would have broken by now. At least he could find a path through the rubble.

If only he could warp.

He didn’t bother trying, not again.

Pulling himself over the rubble, he nearly choked at the sight of the bodies. The crumpled Glaives jackets was all he needed to see.

Until he saw a familiar, and alive, face. Sprinting, fully ignoring the sharp spiking pain through his leg, he grimaced when his knee hit the ground. “Luche!” Grabbing the coat, he rolled Luche over and sighed in relief when he saw one of his best friends hadn’t died. With all that had happened, it felt reasonable to worry.

His stomach churned over the sight of Luche’s blackened veins, the bullet hole in his side and the now slowly oozing blood.

Luche, to his credit, looked only mildly concerned about it. Or perhaps that was worse. They all had suffered physical trauma and learned to compartmentalize and ignore pain.

“Finally showed up Furia. Took you long enough.” Groaning as Tredd pulled him to sitting, he gritted his teeth against the pain.

“Yeah, yeah. You can scold me later. We need to get out of here, before this place starts crawling with Imperial soldiers.” Pulling out his last potion, Tredd gently gave it to Luche. “Think you can stand now?”

Letting the magic heal part of his wounds, Luche took a deep breath. It hurt, but not like it had moments before. Nodding, he pushed himself to his feet and let Tredd pull his arm over his shoulder. Leaning on him, Luche looked in the direction of the bridge. “I don’t know how we’re going to get out. I saw Crowe, Nyx, and Libertus leaving over the bridge, but I think it’s destroyed now. And I lost track of Kayden when Glauca appeared and she decided to fight him.”

“Shit,” Of course she did. It was just like last time, except she had found them last time, not the other way around. “Well, she couldn’t have done much. Hopefully she’s in the plaza.”

Stumbling occasionally as they walked through the streets, Tredd and Luche slid down rubble and into the plaza. The sun was beginning to rise now, more light poured over the streets. It was the light reflecting off metal that caught their attention.

General Glauce lay amongst the ruins. A kukri stuck out of his shoulder, and a lance sized hole in his armor told them what they needed to know.

The crumpled body off to the side, laying in a pool of her own blood cause Tredd to nearly drop Luche as they ran over. Rolling her over, Tredd felt his throat close.

Blood stained her clothes. A gaping cut in her left side still had blood slowly oozing from the wound. A faint shimmer, like water reflecting off light, could be seen over the wound.

But what surprised them the most was the scales. Over her face, neck and wrists, were deep blue scales that had seemingly grown into her skin. Two small horns, one broken, crowned her head.

Sharing a look, both men decided to ask her about it later when she woke up. She had to wake up.

“Kayden. Hey, Kay. Wake up.” Gently shaking her shoulder, Tredd glanced around frantically. She needed medical help, and soon. His gaze landed on an SUV. With any luck, it would still run if hotwired. Patting Luche’s shoulder, he made his way over to it while Luche kept an eye on Kayden.

Watching Tredd limp away, a deeper intake of breath snapped his attention back to Kayden. Seeing her still struggling to breathe, he pulled for the pocket in his coat. He only has an adrenaline shot and one potion left. He hoped they’d be enough.

Giving her the potion, he waited until her eyelids fluttered before feeling like he could breathe again.

Blearily, Kaydens’ eyes opened. The world was sideways, rubble and rust were what she first saw.

“There you are.”

Following the side, she tilted her head. A smile, pained but still there, and she felt her world come into focus more. “Hey Luch. You look like shit.” Chuckling at her own joke, Kayden immediately hissed, grimacing in pain.

Relieved, Luche let himself chuckle, even though he was filled with concern for her. Never before had he seen her with slitted eyes. Gently pulling her up to sit against the wall, he let himself smile in return. “You’re one to talk.” Looking over his shoulder, he hoped Tredd would hurry. There was only so much blood one could lose and survive through sheer force of will. Turning back to look at her, Luche saw her pitch forward.

He didn’t strictly need to catch her though, but he did. Her head on his shoulder, he kept one arm wrapped around her to keep her steady. “Hey now. Don’t pass out on me. We have to make sure Tredd gets a car.”

Chuckling weakly against his shoulder, Kayden nodded. “Yeah, yeah I know. Help me up then?” She knew she was still bleeding, but if she could stand, then maybe they could find Tredd. Seeing the look on his face, she patted his shoulder. “I know I shouldn’t, but we need to go don’t we?”

She had a point, one Luche really couldn’t argue with. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gritted his teeth against the pain in his side and helped her to standing. Just in time too. A black SUV pulled up, and Tredd lowered himself out. Shaking his head and silently telling Tredd to not ask.

Light glinting off metal caught her eye. Looking past Luche, Kayden grimaced at the sight. She didn’t know how she’d done it. He had always won, and yet she was the one still standing.

Following her gaze, Tredd and Luche shared a look. Wrapping his arm around her waist to help Luche move her, Tredd smiled as gently as he could. “He’s not going anywhere any time soon Kay. You did it.”

“I know.” Her voice was solemn, but she smiled when she looked at her best friends. “How did you find a car that still works?”

Chuckling, Tredd helped get laying down in the back seat. “I have my ways. You know I was always a delinquent.”

Raising an eyebrow, Luche huffed at his friends and shook his head mumbling under his breath, “Of course you were. Why am I not surprised?”

The spluttering from Tredd caused them all to smile when he took the driver's seat and glared at Luche. “How rude. You mind pulling up a map for the nearest outpost while you roast me?”

Nodding, Luche gave him the directions. Keeping an eye on Kayden via the rearview mirror, he saw her nearly nod off a few times. Reaching behind his seat, he smiled in the mirror when she grabbed his hand. “We’ll be there before you know it. Stay awake till we get another potion in you all right?” Seeing her nod, he slumped in his seat.

The radio played quietly in the background. As the sun climbed int’s way into the sky, the exhaustion settled into their bones. Tredd pinched his hand periodically to keep away, taking the roads less traveled, if any even existed, to avoid people and cut their travel time down.

The news of the Kingsglaive's betrayal made him stop. They had all known, how could they not after what they’d seen. But it didn’t stop the news from hurting them. The entire world wouldn’t trust them now. It was enough to make them all shed their jackets after hearing the news.

Pulling into an outpost, Tredd turned the SUV off, letting it die, before finding enough gil between the three of them to get a few potions and a hotel room. Using a potion for himself, he passed two to Luche before climbing into the backseat and administering another two potions to Kayden. Their injuries no longer bleeding, the three climbed the stairs to their room in silence.

Horror, fear, pain, anger. They were drained of all energy. They barely spoke. Crying was unthinkable in the moment. There would be time for mourning later, when they each could muster the energy for it.

Stripping their blood soaked clothes off and tossing them over the shower railing, they looked at each other for a moment.

Before the men could speak up, Kayden laid down in the middle of the bed and motioned for them to join her. It wasn’t the first time they had all shared a sleeping space, and she doubted it’d be the last, even if it was a slightly tight fit on the king sized bed.

Resting her head against Luche’s shoulder, her arm over his stomach, and her other hand holding Tredds’, Kayden watched alongside them in silence as the sun rose. Luche held Tredd’s other hand as they curled around her protectively. Breaking the silence, Kayden spoke quietly. “What should we do when we wake up?”

Luche, clever as always, hummed in thought. “Survivors are most likely heading for Lestallum as we speak. Crowe, Nyx, and Libertus are probably escorting the Princess there now, and the Prince is heading for Altissia.”

“So, either of those places if we want to keep working,” Tredd added quietly. Looking over Luche and Kayden, he wondered if that was what they should do. He knew that Kayden wouldn’t stop fighting, and Luche wouldn’t stop planning, but sometimes he wished they would. Not that he would stop or leave them.

“My mom is in Altissia.” The quiet admission from Kayden shocked both men. They knew of Kaydens’ family, but she rarely talked about them unless asked directly.

Shaking his head Tredd gently squeezed her hand while Luche gently began running his fingers through her hair. “We’ll figure it out once we all can walk without stumbling again.”

Humming in agreement, the three closed their eyes as the sunlight washed over them, the warmth coaxing them into a deep sleep.

#my writing #glaiveweek2020 #glaiveweek #soldier on through it all - ffxv fic #this was 5 pages long #i had to cut myself off because it was getting so long #i hope it's alright i combined the prompts

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years ago

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Jumping off my previous post about Galahdian colors associated with the various Astrals - I’ve got headcanons about Sola and Galahdian art. And Galahdian art. And Sola and art in general.

-Sola’s first introduction to fine art is her mother. Aulea teaches Sola to weave tapestries, and Sola’s first creation is a simple yellow sun on a black background.

-Sola’s second creation is more complex, a scene of the night sky, with moon and clouds and stars, meant to be a gift for her new baby brother. It never makes it to the loom. Sola sets the project aside when Aulea falls ill and abandons it - and her loom - completely following Aulea’s death.

-Despite refusing to enter Aulea’s workroom - still maintained on Regis’ orders in hope his daughter will one day continue her brief but well-loved hobby - Sola never loses her love of art. She has an entire shelf dedicated to old sketchbooks, of people and places captured in sweeping lines of pencil. Unlike her tapestries, Sola is much more private regarding her sketches. The few sketches anyone ever sees however bear a remarkable likeness to the cartoons used to make tapestries.

-(Even when she takes up colored pencils, Sola’s drawings look so much like potential tapestries that Regis cannot help but hope. His daughter is always far more interested in the tapestries decorating the Hall of Arts than the numerous sculptures and paintings.)

-But Regis knows better than to push his daughter. If Sola ever takes up the loom, it must be her idea. It doesn’t stop him from encouraging Sola to pursue a degree in art, after she finishes her high school education. Even if Sola protests that it’s not a ‘useful’ degree, but Regis is firm when he tells her that she should study what she loves. Noctis chiming in with his agreement seals the deal.

-And Sola loves it. Sure, it’s distant learning or online courses while she’s deployed with the rest of Fourth Company, but contrary to popular belief deployment is not actually all that exciting. ‘Hurry up and wait’ is an accurate statement and most of Sola’s time is spent on routine but mundane tasks. It’s not actually that difficult to keep up with her first-year course work in the field, even over the year spent at the frontline hotspots.

-Then Sola gets adopted into the Furia Clan, and is introduced to Galahdian Culture, including the color code she had no idea existed before Tredd taught her. And suddenly, going into her second year of college, Sola finds herself actually seeing Galahdian art and all the breathtaking nuances and symbolisms she never had an inkling of before. She is an Awe.

-The first semester of her second year is also when Sola has her history of art class. It’s the first of several classes that piss her off.

-Look, Insomnians are elitist. Especially in the academic circles. Especially in art. Sola’s art history class covers Niflheim, Tenebrae, Accordo, and Lucis, but doesn’t mention Galahd beyond a couple pages in her textbook. And even that only glances over the types of art Galahd ‘was known to produce,’ as though it’s a primitive and ancient but extinct culture. When Sola asks about it in class, her professor dismisses the notion that Galahdian art is as ‘refined’ or ‘cultured’ as the other cultures being studied.

-Sola is offended. And suddenly, intimately aware of being the only Galahdian in her class. In any of her classes.

-And well, Sola has always run on Spite.

-By this point, Sola’s moved in with Crowe down in Little Galahd, and Sola spends hours with the various Clans. With the Lazarus, the Furia, the Canere, the Tibiae, the Ornata, learning from the Elders and the masters everything she possibly can about Galahdian art. The Tales, the Songs, the meanings. She gets her first Galadhian tattoo - a delicate pattern of black dragon scales beneath one eye.

-When she’s not in Little Galahd, Sola’s at the Citadel, in Aulea’s old workroom. Regis very nearly cries the first time a servant tells him of Sola entering the room, and he arrives to find Sola at Aulea’s old loom, sorting through the skeins of colored thread, so focused on her task that she entirely misses Regis gawking in the doorway.

-It’s sheer Spite that leads Sola to gain her undergraduate degree early. It’s that same Spite that leads Sola to build her senior portfolio with nothing but Galahdian art. Paintings, drawings, prints, ceramics, jewelry, etc, all of it is Galahdian. Her professors are scandalized - how dare the Princess scorn the ‘more refined’ art styles for such a ‘primitive’ culture - especially because Sola’s artwork is no less skilled than her classmates so they can’t legitimately dock her grade.

-Sola is Smug.

-Sola is even more Smug when she starts finishing her various tapestries. Because she doesn’t tell anyone that she’s the one making them. Two show up in Glaive HQ, one of Galahd and one of Little Galahd, hanging on the walls with no clue as to who put them there. A third tapestry shows up a year after that in the Hall of Portraits as Sola’s Official Portrait, and a year after that the fourth one shows up publically in the Hall of Arts, a massive tapestry depicting the War of the Astrals, done in the most unconventional color choices the public has ever seen, but a beautiful masterwork nonetheless.

-It’s at that point the Galahdians clue into the fact that the mystery tapestry weaver is also Galahdian, because the tapestry depicts the Galahdian Tale rather than the mainlander Cosmogony, with the Galahdian color associations included.

-Somehow everyone misses twenty-three year old Sola getting her fingers tattooed with the tattoos of a master weaver. Rather, no one manages to put two and two together, but Sola attributes that to how the Galahdians are in a daze at seeing such a large and beautiful piece of Galahdian art so prominently displayed in the Hall of Arts. Half the Lazarus Clan actually cry.

-(The only person to know that the tapestries were made by Sola is Regis, because he still has Sola’s first tapestry hung in his office, and he knows Sola’s maker’s mark. But Sola hasn’t said anything, so he’s not going to spoil her fun.)

-(It’s certainly not because he’s also highly amused. Shhh.)

-Sola greatly enjoys the sheer outrage when Libertus’ portrait and their wedding portrait join Sola’s in the Hall of Portraits two years after their wedding and everyone learns that Sola is the weaver. And even then that fact only comes out because one of the nobles sneers about the royal family’s lack of taste regarding recent art commissions.

-(Regis does try to protect Sola’s anonymity, pointing out that the weaver was a student of his wife, which does shut up most of the nobles because the late queen was a master of her craft and only an idiot would say otherwise. It’s when one particularly stubborn noble insists that no immigrant could match the skill of an Insomnian native that Sola speaks up, icily informing the asshole that she wove the tapestries and of course she’s not as good as her mother, she only earned her Mastery a couple years back. Of course, given the skill the of the Lazarus master-weavers, Sola is certain that her mother would have begged to learn from them, because those are unparalleled works of art.)

-The Kingsglaive collectively screech at Sola. They’ve been trying to figure out where those tapestries came from for years, and not once did Sola say anything!

-Sola just laughs.

#Shadow of Heaven's Light #ffxv #Sola Lucis Caelum #the university she attends does try to get her to come back #mostly for the prestige #snagging the attention of a Royal is grounds for bragging #Sola declines #she's interested in Galahdian art #and the university doesn't offer even one class #so thanks but no thanks #besides she'd rather go learn from the masters themselves

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secret-engima · 5 years ago

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rereading the whole Nox verse tag, just got to N!Axis meeting the canon Glaives a year pre-Movie. and i had the thought of post-marriage, post-kids Nox (and his Axis, who very much remembers that dimensional trip when they were younger, /Nox/) /also/ meeting - maybe different, maybe /not/ and ooo imagine /that/ - canon Glaives pre-Movie. possibly in the field, but just imagine it in the /Citadel/. if they saw these two bf, they were teenagers, now less than a yr later they're grown and /scarier/

Anonymous said: something i wanted to add to that ask about Nox and Axis visitng the same canon verse they did as teengers, but couldn't because of the damned character limit. At some point during the whole thing, the would-be traitor Glaives see/hear/are told something that makes them actually, really /realize/ why the Lucis Caelums are called Martyr Kings. also Nox casually spills the beans on his traveling to many, many other worlds/dimensions, mentioning the Fall of Insomnia, betrayal, and directly to Nyx,-

Anonymous said: - that in every future he's ever been to and seen, he's not been a traitor in one of them, and generally, he was a little /too/ Heroic in most of them. the way Nox says it leaves not doubt about what he means by that. no one familiar with Nyx is remotely surprised, but even after Nox and Axis leave, they're a bit more conscious of Nyx's recklessness and heroic tendencies. also: "Calm down, Axis, maybe I died when I was a kid here, yeah, but Uncle might not even have a sister, here. Leave it be.”

Me: ohhhhh interesting thought! I like it in the Citadel, maybe a few months after their first appearance (not a full year tho otherwise Game Events would be happening) and some of the glaives are on Citadel Duty (aka Titus’s ultimate punishment via the most boring job in existence) when there’s this- glitch in the world and then the Crownsguard are YELLING because apparently the Crystal chamber just did something weird. All hands are on deck and the glaives are called in with the Guard to watch the sealed off will-not-open-from-the-outside Crystal Chamber doors and the KING is there with his Shield and the Marshal and Captain and then-.

The door swings open from the inside and the argument can be heard as two figures emerge from the room, one growling at the other in a voice that sounds ... eerily familiar to Nyx and the Glaives.

“-to the Matrons for an exorcism so help me.”

“Hey, I’m not possessed OR cursed, blame the Crystal. It likes to mess with me.”

“It’s a non-sentient hunk of rock and magic, it can’t ‘mess with you’.”

“Wanna ...” the two figures stop and study the bristling mass of Guards, Glaives, Royal Retinue, and King, “bet?” the shorter one sighs and Nyx is having a few flashbacks already to That Time because that is DEFINITELY an older, crabbier Axis Arra and the man next to him looks freakishly like a long-haired Prince Noctis.

Who has a marriage braid and an ULRIC BRAID in his hair.

What the Six.

The Definitely a Lucis Caelum raises his hand, small sparks of flow dancing off it in some weird kind of royal greeting, “Hi dad.” he says with a lazy smile that almost hides the tension in his shoulders and the way his free hand is loose and curled around an imaginary hilt of a blade, like he’s about to whip something out of armiger.

The King gapes for a solid ten seconds before breathing, “Noctis?”

There’s a slight twitch, a flinch from the look-a-like and a low growl from the Arra before the Lucis Caelum (and Nyx knows who this kid is, he REMEMBERS that morning, that scrawny boy, and he knows the other glaives do too) smiles sheepishly, “Not quite. I’m Nox. His older brother actually. Though I’m going to guess Noctis is an only child in this dimension.”

So yeah dimensional shenanigans and Prince Nox being infuriately blasé about the entire thing and hanging out with the very befuddled glaives (Nox stares at Nyx for a c!solid thirty seconds while he stares right back until Nyx asks HOW Nox is an Ulric and Nox cheerfully goes “I married you, how else? We have four kids.” And Nyx spends like- the next three days in a perpetual Blue Screen until Axis takes pity on his Internal Scream by explaining that Nyx is a fem in their world. No. No there was no magic involved in the creation of the kiddos where is your mind even GOING Ulric (Nyx: I don’t know! Magic is weird! And alternate dimensions are a thing how was I supposed to know what other fanfic tropes AREN’T anymore?!?!). Nox quietly dies of laughter in there corner.

They keep a wary eye on the C!Arra-Furia-Lazarus trio in case of trouble because it’s been years for N!Axis but only months for them and it’s like- during one of those wary but cordial hangouts that Nox makes his Comment about Lucis Caelums after a long bout of brooding out the window.

“Dad’s dying a lot faster in this universe.”

All the glaives freeze. Even Captain Drautos lowers the report he was reading and pokes his head out of his office to stare.

“What?” Someone in the glaives says.

Nox doesn’t look at them, he’s glaring out the window and with a jolt they realize he’s glaring at the Wall, “Dad. The King. The Wall is killing him faster here. It was killing him in my world too but ... Uncle and I took care of it. I guess ... it’s different here.”

There’s a long pause before Luche’s brain finishes its dial up noises and he scoffs, “The Wall can’t kill the king. It’s his magic.”

“It’s Bahamut’s magic,” Nox corrects coldly without looking at them, “Magic he forced into human skin and veins that isn’t meant to keep it.” As if he can sense their continued disbelief he drawls, “How long can you hold a Shield spell before you get sick? Before you’re exhausted because the magic has gone past your reserves and started taking you as fuel? The Wall is just a giant, city-sized shield.” Tredd makes a noise that might be question or might be a strangled scoff and Nox finally turns to look at them.

There is something utterly inhuman in his gaze. His eyes are still blue, his face is still human, but there’s something in his eyes that speaks to their primal instincts and tells them to run, to hide.

To dread.

“Go to your local library sometime and look up the births and deaths of Kings of Lucis,” he orders in a deceptively light tone that almost makes it seem like a suggestion instead, “compare the lifespans of rulers from before the Wall was raised and after. Then compare the average lifespan of a healthy Lucian citizen at the time of that ruler’s reign.” There’s a beat of silence, terrible and weighty, then Nox’s lips curl into a tiny smile.

It’s a terrifying thing.

“The Kings of Lucis never die of old age. Sometimes it’s sickness, sometimes it’s war. Sometimes it’s assassination. Sometimes they just- die. For no reason science can explain because scientists never take magic into account. Sometimes,” the smile gets colder, the eyes older, “it’s betrayal. Those who are trusted when they shouldn’t, those who should stand loyal when they are not.”

He looks over them all and every one of them feels a chill up their spine. N!Axis leans closer to Nox as if in an attempt to comfort, to snap him out of this eerie mood, but it doesn’t work. “This has happened to me before you know. Going to parallel times. Do you know how my father dies the most often?”

There’s a breath, and when Nox speaks, there’s a hint of other voices beneath his, an echo of times past and souls lost and endless, ageless rage, “By the hands of the glaives he blessed.”

And none of the Galahdians dare to breathe. Those who have been listening to Captain Drautos’s subtle poison more and more these past few months, whose loyalty is not as solid as they pretend and to whom Niflheim’s lies are starting to sound sweet feel stricken, terrified. Like there’s a shadow of a blade at their necks even though there is nothing.

Nox inhales and when he exhales his breath is like frost. The room feels very, very cold, “They sell themselves to the enemy, they wait until his back is turned, and then they kill him. And when those glaives who are still loyal,” here his red-tinged eyes fall on Nyx and there is weight to the gaze, calm promise that of all in the room, Nyx has never been among those Nox has seen become betrayers, “resist and refuse to join in. The traitors slaughter them too. No regard for Clan ties, no regard for oaths or loyalty or any Color beyond Pink and Red and NIflheim’s White.”

Blue eyes are fully red now as he hisses, “And I hate it. I hate that I remember it, I hate that no one ever understands that magic has a cost. That they can study and feel magic strain over and over again for years and yet somehow they never believe that their king is just as human. That it hurts us just as much. Because Lucis Caelums are ‘blessed’,” Nox laughs and the sound is eerie, dripping in memories of things no one living is supposed to see, “as if an Astral’s Blessing is something to be coveted. As if being born with burning, inhuman magic, like a constant spell of fire in your veins and just beneath your skin that never turns off day or night, makes it easier.” Nox laughs again, something dangerous and sharp in the sound-.

N!Axis fearlessly lays a hand on the back of his prince’s neck, “That’s enough, Nox,” Axis murmurs, “come back now.” And Nox blinks, once, twice, thrice.

And suddenly he is normal. The room is normal, the creeping impression of death and old fury is gone, leaving the glaives breathless from relief. Nox rubs his face with a hand and murmurs an exhausted sounding apology, excuses himself for the day to go lie down in the guest suite Regis gave him.

Nyx watches the prince and his Arra walk away and notices that Nox’s hands are shaking, that his steps are not as sure as they were just this morning.

He thinks of too old words and too ancient eyes, of the knowing bitterness when Nox spoke of magic burning just under the skin with no relief and thinks very suddenly that he is glad he is just an Ulric. Just a Kingsglaive. A glance at Luche, Tredd, and C!Axis reveal them to be just as pale, if not more so than the others.

That night, those glaives who had been listening to their Captain’s less loyal talk had a lot of research to do.

And a lot of silence to ponder in horror as they find that every word Nox said about the old rulers was true.

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