#ulric convo

[wickedlyxenvy]

Public executions were always his favorite spectacle, it's a wonder why he didn't do them very often. Most prisoners of the kingdom did not last long in the dungeons save for one, either the desolate silence drove them to madness or the king took their heads. No, this slaying required an audience as a prime example. It did not take long between the time he found his son and another member of his staff in a very loud shouting match and dragging the traitor to the main courtyard of the palace. After calling upon all occupants who resided within its walls, including sending for Estella, came the main event. There, for everyone to witness as he hammered in the point of what could become of them if they ever offended Envy, he laid waste on his vengeance. The sword cut through flesh and bone, severing the head cleanly while the man ignore the screams from his two children in a pleading manner that traveled in one ear and out the other. Envy demanded the guards escort the twins back into the throne room before he turned on his heel and followed after once he drank in the waves of terror from his subjects.

Envy pushed open the doors of the throne room to be greeted by the sight of his offspring, Estella's gaze tossing a death glare as her arm remained wrapped around her brother's shoulders. Always the protector, his daughter is, yet it was difficult pinpointing exactly which parent she inherited that from. "Estella, you are free to go. I need to speak with your brother privately." The girl shook her head furiously, tightening her grip in defiance. The previous moment's events clearly drained her energy, he could feel it. "I'm not leaving him with you." Envy breathed an agitated growl, pointing in the direction of the door and slightly raising his voice with the demand, "Go. Before I have you confined to your chambers." He watched her glance between him and her twin as she offered Ulric her hushed affirmations, giving her brother's hand a squeeze, before she was sent away with a guard as an escort. Hearing the doors close, Envy flung the hem of his cape back with flair and proceeded toward the stairs leading to the throne. Turning around, he finally addressed his son. "I do not take pleasure in any of this, Ulric. My hand was forced."

[jealouslyxestella]

Stella swept up her hands and gathered her long dark locks over her shoulder in exhaustion, setting them free of any adornments keeping the hair in place. She always left her arguments with her father in a weakened state, the energy it required shouting at him and his overall presence took everything in her. She was tired, and she was honestly so tired of being tired. "Essentially, for being the reason he made the spectacle public for everyone. Which sounds a lot like tossing the blame on you for his necessary actions." Maybe if her father possessed a sane mind, he would know the only direction he should be pointing the finger at was himself. "Like Hell if I wasn't stooping to his level." Estella moved away from the window and toward the bed, sitting at the foot of it as she pondered. "Ric, he had Nyrinn's head on a platter...right there on the table." Head shaking, she pushed herself to her feet, "I think I'm planning something crazy. We can't keep living like this."

Ulric finally broke his gaze from the courtyard, his everlasting punishment, to take in his sister, noting the exhaustion that weighed heavy on her. Even the strongest people could no longer remain in their father's presence for long before being completely sapped, feeding the beast that their father was. He raised a brow at Estella's words before his mouth drooped in a stunned gape. Ulric could understand his sister apprising Envy of the situation when the tyrant wouldn't let him get two words in... but wanting him to apologize? "For what?" Ulric spat out, pushing himself to his feet, turning towards Stella fully, "what in the nine Hells did I do that warranted apologies?" Nothing had to make sense in the mind of their father– anything that was a slight against him if he so deemed it. Releasing a breath of air, he willed himself to let go of the bitter anger– knowing that if they got started in their angry spiral, nothing would bring them out. "You're not wrong, Stell, but you didn't need to stoop to his level. Not when he takes no offense to the insult."

[murderous-coffeebean]

Nyx’s Undeadening

“Undeadening,” Cor insisted, with a look that implied the only dubious thing about the situation was Nyx's name choice for it.

Nyx shrugged.

*

“And after?”

Nyx licked his lips. “After what?”

Cor shrugged. “After you get your shit together?”

“If you're still into it?” Nyx laughed, a tiny self-deprecating noise that rubbed Cor entirely the wrong way. “Sure.”

Cor sighed. “They do say patience is a virtue, I suppose.”

More fanart for notavodkashot’s wonderful fic The Sun Is Out, The Day Is New ❤️

Nyx & Cor © Square Enix art © Murderous-Coffeebean

[charlottedabookworm]

Crowe: Fuck your father!

Nyx: *dryly, despite being literally on fire* My mother doing that caused this problem in the first place.

Crowe: *completely ignoring Nyx* I’m gonna kill him!

Nyx: This isn’t his fault-

Crowe: Like hell it isn’t! If he’d been there-

Nyx: He doesn’t know about me. You know that.

Crowe: That isn’t an excuse Nyx! You’re dying, your magic is killing you, and it’s his fault! And I’m going to kill him for it

Nyx: *sighing* No killing the King of Lucis

[mistress-light]

Savage.

Previously on... 

[whumpwriterforlife]

*coughs* So, uh, I may or may not have been ambushed by words when I saw this and, well, this happened (and is completely unedited so please forgive me). Continues under the cut.

It had been three days since they had arrived back in Insomnia. Nyx had been unceremoniously told not to set foot in the Citadel in three weeks to allow his injuries time to heal. The potions had helped with his injuries but they had come too late to heal everything. His arm would still be in a sling for at least two of those three weeks, and his ribs would be bothering him for a while yet. At least the cut on his head had closed nicely, even if Nyx still occasionally got headaches from it.

Cor carried a bowl of buttered popcorn into the living room where Nyx was sprawled on the couch under two blankets, numerous pillows and a Coeurl plushie (courtesy of Pelna’s kids who had stopped by earlier with their mother and a large container of some Galahdian stew). There was some old animated movie playing on the TV.

“Here,” Cor said and put the bowl on the coffee table. “Just as ordered, with extra butter.”

“Thanks,” Nyx flashed him a bright smile, using his good arm to push himself into a sitting position. The Coeurl slid off his lap but Cor caught it before it could fall to the ground. He sat down next to Nyx and tucked the plushie safely into the corner of the couch.

While Cor hadn’t been injured on the deployment, Monica had still all but thrown him out of his office and told him to take the rest of the week off. For once, Cor had listened to her without any complaints. It wasn’t the first time one of them had gotten hurt on the field and he knew it wouldn’t be the last either, but it never got any easier to see the other injured and in pain. At least it made him feel a lot better that Nyx didn’t have to be alone as he recuperated. Even if Cor hadn’t been able to take the time off, he was sure there would be a Glaive or two around at all times to keep Nyx company. It was curious how all the Glaives, or at least the Galahdian ones, always seemed to be there for each other. Their community was something Cor was glad he could be a part of.

“Do you need anything else?” Cor asked as he ran his fingers through Nyx’s hair. His braids didn’t look nearly as neat as they usually did, and Cor grimaced. It would be some weeks before Nyx could do his braids again. Until that, Cor would be in charge of them, and Astrals, his fingers weren’t made for doing them.

Nyx hadn’t complained though. When he had seen the braids through a mirror for the first time, he had just smiled brightly and kissed Cor.

“Nah, I’m good,” Nyx shook his head softly and brought Cor out of his thoughts as he leaned against his side. “Just need you.”

Cor couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his temple.

The moment didn’t last long and they were interrupted by the doorbell.

Cor rolled his eyes with a sigh. “I’ll go check it out.”

Nyx muttered something that came out almost whiny as Cor stood up.

Cor patted his good shoulder. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He walked to the door. There was no one there, only a small package on the doormat. Cor hummed thoughtfully and bent down to grab it. It was covered in simple brown paper. On top of it read:

Engagement

Boyfriend gift?

For Cor

Cor raised his brow and glanced around the street. He couldn’t see or hear anyone. With a huff and shake of a head Cor tucked the package under his arm and walked back in.

Nyx was still exactly where he had left him, except the Coeurl plushie had somehow found its way back to his lap. Cor chose not to comment on that as he flashed the package to Nyx and plopped down next to him.

“What is…” Nyx began but trailed off when he saw the text, “...a boyfriend gift. What’s a boyfriend gift?”

Cor shrugged. “I have no idea. This was sitting on the porch.”

Nyx’s expression was a mix of amusement and confusion. “Open it.”

Cor did. He was just as intrigued about the package as Nyx, and he tore the paper off.

It was a book.

“Braids and Bows: a Book of Instructions,” Nyx read, his voice taking a nearly hysterical tone as he went on. He clearly tried to hold in the laughter but it failed and soon he was bent forward and gasping for air as he laughed.

Cor stared at the book, eyes narrowed.

“Oh man, this is great,” Nyx gasped, good hand braced on his knee as he tried to get his breathing under control. “You should see the look on your face!”

If he wasn’t already injured, Cor would have pushed him over. “Did you do this?”

“No!” Nyx exclaimed and giggled some more, “I didn’t— I had no idea! I love this! Does it say who it’s from?”

Cor opened the first page and there it said:

To Cor,

From Monica and the best glaives

“Oh I gotta thank those guys at some point,” Nyx snickered as he leaned over to read the small print. “This is great!”

Cor shook his head but the smile on his face betrayed him.

My fill for day 21 of whumptober.

Cor has to fix Nyx's braids after Nyx gets injured.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

I send you a Thing over on Ao3 comment section on Heart of Thunder. Feel free to answer it here and delete it there afterwards! I hope you like my little idea on reversal of the selkie!au 😁💗

Delete it? Maybe. But here it is, so that people know what I’m answering to:

How about a reversal of the selkie!au? Galahd has legends of selkie. But those on the islands are like Fae. You have to be very careful to cook me out of meeting them more or less intact. So Galahkari treat them with due caution and keep the hell away.

On the other hand, in Lucis skin changers have a moderately benevolent history. Helpful, if you treat them well but break a contract or harm an innocent around them and YOU. ARE. DONE. There are many stories of a queen or two shedding feathers of a Swan (one black and one white, guess who was more beloved) to settle down with her beloved. Countless more romanticised versions among the literature - all of which the refugees from Galahd scoff at with derision. But most of Insomnia treats those like fairy tales or sth, believing it even less than the takes of the Astrals and their Messengers.

Wider Lucis is a different story. Ppl there still have the Shifters appear from time to time. Tales of ppl with slightly wilder look around them are common. They all try to exercise their hospitality and manners especially well around those individuals.

And if that annoying herd that keeps destroying crops suddenly moves away or the Thunderocs that try to nest on the antidemon lights disappear they keep it to themselves and just smile extra warmly at the stranger should he appear again. Cor is a skin changer. Not many (beyond the Retinue) are aware of that. Mors certainly was not despite using the feral child as a soldier/guard. He feels like a wolf or a bird of prey of some type.

Regis knows the lore, some of the skin changer blood flows through his veins, he understands the urges. (Hmm, maybe Ardyn's mother's ancestor had phoenix blood in their veins? Maybe Somnus was just his half brother?) and knows that Cor's instincts are much sharper. Trusts that whenever Cor deals away with a member of his court, there is something wrong. Hell, even his suspicions are usually enough to start an investigation.

(That's why Titus irks him so much. He has trouble finding evidence between being run ragged by the war, something just /itches/at him in that man's presence. Drautos on the other hand just does not believe in folk tales) And then come the Galahdians.

And Nyx Ulric.

And Cor's every instinct just screams at him to get close to the man. That he is Important. (Doesn't help that he smells nice beneath all the spices, Cor can smell the fragrance even hours after the Glaive finished Guard duty in Citadel. Regis just laughs at him and starts mercilessly teasing his friend. It's only because Cor considers him family that the King does not end up with his throat torn out.)

Unfortunately, the moment Cor gathers enough courage to actually try talking to the man, he stumbles upon a convo disparaging the Lucian naivete re. selkie and decides to stay away and pine from the distance.

Hi, I just wanted to clarify in case tumblr ate my reply to your question: you can absolutely feel free to post this on tumblr with your reply.

Have some more tiny pieces

Galahdians being a bit like the Irish, wary as hell about the fair folk but not selkie, still human.

On the other hand, Cor being able to put on feathers or fur and being *very specific* about how he goes about helping ppl (and only certain ppl) or solving problems Imagine them ranting about naive Lucians having romantic tales about selkie and having the image of bloodthirsty Eldrich sea creatures in mind.  While Lucians think about their Swan queens and maybe some furry Messenger like helpful creatures (as long as you don't offend them) Complete culture shock😜

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Me:

Okay, first off: This is wonderful. And I love it very much. Also for everybody’s sanity I’ll put my answer under the cut.

Let’s say the term fae is used in Lucis to describe all magical beings that aren’t humans, animals, daemons, the Astrals or their messengers. When they say “A fae must have done it”, it means something very strange is afoot that shouldn’t bee too closely looked into.

Because benevolent or not, the fae like their privacy. Old children’s tales say that you should never tell anybody you saw a fae or that one helped you. Otherwise they will play cruel tricks and after they’ve had their fun you’ll never see them again.

Lucian tales go along the lines of helpful sprites that protect homes when milk and food are set out, of the Titan’s folk (read dwarves) that first taught humans how to mine, of the lindwurm that was blessed by Bahamut and gave the person who solved his tasks secret knowledge.

But the most popular tales are the ones about shape-shifters. Animal-walkers. It is said you can recognize them at the glint in their eyes, the sharpness of their teeth, the something that is different from what a human face should be. Their stories are most popular with hunters and people outside of Insomnia.

I really love how you describe them :D

On the swan queens: Maybe the white swan could actually be a human that got cursed, and the Lucian King (then prince) broke the curse. The black swan was a shape-shifter, and only shed her feathers permanently after her man who wanted her, solved three unsolveable tasks.

Let’s say the white swan queen was considered very imperious and hysteric and inconsiderate, while the black swan queen was very beloved for her generosity and benevolence.

Which is around the time romanticised tales about shape-shifters and humans crop up like weeds. And they keep being popular into the modern times.

Now for the Galahkari.

Their word for magical beings like that is fihrie. But they are far less benevolent. For them fae/fihrie are beings that dance in the twilight when sun and moon share the sky and their music and laughter drives people mad. They are the beings that twist trees into wrong forms and trap freshly departed souls in their dead bodies. They are the ones that ride on the winds of winter and steal the unwary. It’s also said that they steal the first breath of a newborn baby because that is the most precious thing to them, and if the child survives despite that, it stands with one leg in the fihrie world.

Their stories aren’t about beings that are nice.

But then there are the selkie. Stories tell that they once belonged to the fihrie until one of them once stole not the first breath of a newborn, but the second. And that changed them into something that was just tiny bit more human and less fihrie.

So when the Galahkari come to Insomnia and see all those romanticized tales of swan queens and the lindwurm and sprites and tiny people with butterfly wings?

They think they have lost their minds. And wonder why these people are still alive. Because those Insomnian stories would insult any fihrie down to their bone. Which literally means the offending party will die a slow and gruesome death.

A theory says that the Lucians are loosing the war because the fihrie are so unbelievably furious.

Which leads to a lot of strange behaviour from the Insomnian point of view, when sigils appear everwhere along with salt lines and talismans and flower/grain/grass wreaths.

There is more than one loud discussion of how none of the Lucians seem to realize just how dangerous the Other Folk is. How you give offerings when having to walk through their territory, and while there you don’t eat or drink anything that comes from there. How you make sure a newborn’s first breath is takes as close to a fire as possible, because in their mind it is better to belong to the fires (to Ifrit) than to the Others.

And Cor stumbles into one of those discussions without anyone noticing. Let’s say Nyx isn’t there for one reason or other.

What would Cor think about this?

He would obviously know from Nyx’ aura alone that Nyx is a fae. (Just like Nyx knows Cor is not human. But Nyx keeps his distance because this is not his territory and he has not been invited to Cor’s hearth. Normally Nyx would have to make the fist move and he tried to, but this is not Galahd and things are done differently.)

Now he also knows what the Galahkari think of fae. This would make Cor’s protective instinct go into overdrive. Because Nyx is fae - obviously the only one that came from Galahd - and he’s younger then Cor. Which makes him one of Cor’s now.

And this is how not only human cultures clash, but also fae/fihrie culture.

[glaivenoct]

Fic ask 1, 2 and 11

Fic Asks here. Thank you for sending some in! <3 ^.^

1.) Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

More often than not it's daydreaming first. There's a lot of times where I have an idea, but am lacking the finer details like how does this happen and what exactly does it lead to. And my brain is kinda like shaking an empty piggy bank looking for more shreds of info lol. That's where the daydreaming comes in.

There's maybe... about a handful of times where by some otherworldly force an idea just took me and I got straight to it. Kinda wish that could happen more often lol but at least daydreaming about ideas is fun!

2.) Where do you get your fic ideas?

Honestly ideas can come from just about anywhere haha. Songs, random spitballing convos with friends, pictures or videos, meme posts. I'm trying to think of some of the silliest things I've gotten ideas from...

I had this random phase about a month or so ago where I couldn't stop listening to I'll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan and naturally it led to "heh General Ulric singing this tho. ...NyxNoct AU when?"

Any musician!Nyx ideas are literally whenever I listen to spanish music and think about Nyx singing in his mother tongue.

I talked about a woodworker Nyx idea a long time ago on here somewhere. That came from an episode of Gilmore Girls (don't @ me) where a character inherited his father's old/unfinished(?) boat and my brain went "Ooh Nyx should have a boat. No, Nyx should MAKE THE BOAT. Nyx is a woodworker. Wood worker Nyx inheriting his father's wood shop and he falls in love with Noct and makes him a boat that they share a kiss on."

My whole Vet!Noct agenda is fueled anytime I see the scenes of him hugging the chocobos or talking to the Galdin cat. I also have a friend I watched go through nursing school and. Literally whenever I think about how she essentially survived it + clinicals (on Monster energy drinks), all I think is that's how Noct would survive too lol. (this agenda will probably be fueled even more with me returning to school myself next year)

These aren't really ALL that silly, and there's probably better examples I can't think of right now lol but yeah, ideas can sprout from about anything for me :D 11.) Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

*clenches fist* I know people say it makes life easier if you write out of order, especially if you have writer's block but. Listen. I cannot. It is impossible. Illegal. I will get stuck on a piece and start THE ENTIRE THING OVER 3945y839042a TIMES before I EVER say "ok let's just skip this part and move on then". WE CAN'T DO THAT!! In this house, it's not a thing!! A No from me! Hard pass!! I will be here crying in my corner and berating in my brain thank you.

(The feeling when I rewrite something for the 5th time and it finally feels like I've found the right approach - phenomenal.)

[hanalwayssolo]

My Attendance Is Bad, But My Intentions Are Good

A/N: My last piece is for day 2 of @glaiveweek! Permission to write my Kingsglaive babies having a happy time. Written in Crowe’s POV, because. My girl. Deserved. Better. :) Inspired by the entire team dynamic in Brooklyn Nine Nine (I want to explain this further but gosh I think it merits a different post) and governed by most of my headcanons with these cuties (again, to be explained probablyyyy on a separate post), so please expect lots of crack, shenanigans, a truckload of pop culture references, etc. 

Ahhh and tagging some folks again: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @cupnoodle-queen @theyearofdiamonddogs @nifwrites @themissimmortal

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Glaives, we have a situation.

Crowe was still awake in the comfort of her bed when she caught Nyx’s message in the Glaive group chat—one that Tredd renamed lil fuckaz for the heck of it earlier—and she followed the trail of messages that popped in her phone screen.

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM I know you guys won’t believe this but

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Check the captain’s calendar

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM and get this: he’s free tomorrow

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM AND HE’S NEVER FREE

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM And then I remembered

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM WHY OF COURSE

Luche Lazarus 3:03 AM yes nyx we know it’s the captain’s bday tomorrow

Crowe smiled at Nyx’s overeager message thread; knowing Nyx, she immediately assumed her good lad of a friend was somewhere in downtown Insomnia, drinking his stress away. Also, she didn’t expect Luche to be awake at this hour. In any case, something about this conversation confused her. Apart from Nyx’s rowdy chat etiquette—which she was fairly used to—what bugged Crowe was her memory of things: she clearly remembered getting partied out a couple of nights back thanks to Drautos’s birthday party hosted by no less than the Glaive’s personally-dubbed veteran party animal, Clarus Amicitia.

There was a brief minute of pause in the group chat commotion, and then:

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Nobody asked you Luche stfu

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Anyway. As I was saying.

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Yes, it’s the captain’s birthday tomorrow

Luche Lazarus 3:04 AM i’m willing to bet my ass you’re planning an outrageous surprise party

Nyx Ulric 3:04 AM You can bet your pasty ass i will and WE SHALL DO IT

Before Crowe could even chime in, Pelna already butted in the conversation, and started wrecking his own havoc:

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM count me the fuck in

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM i’ll buy the cake

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM clarus didn’t let me buy the book cake last Year :(

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM *boob

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM ***boobs

Pelna Khara 3:06 AM had to correct that so y’all know the cake was shaped as a pair of boobs not just one

Of course, where there was trouble, Crowe already thought that Tredd was close by, raring to add to this steaming pile of shenanigans.

And when Crowe saw his name pop into her screen, she grinned. When it came to her personal assessment of her friends, Crowe was always right.

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM lmao

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM i’ll go buy the booze my fam

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM also is it just me or nyx is using punctuation marks or am i just 2 high

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Fuck you Tredd

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM I was trying to drive a point

Pelna Khara 3:07 AM nah tredd just too high i can secondhand smoke your joint even from here

Tredd Furia 3:07 AM fuck u pelna :) :) :)

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Anyway thanks guys, we’ll do this in briefing room A

Luche Lazarus 3:08 AM i didn’t agree to the alcohol losers but whatever

Nyx Ulric 3:09 AM u scared daddy’s gonna dish out some disciplinary action, leader? ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:09 AM fuck u

Axis Arra 3:10 AM i can’t believe tredd woke me up for this shit

Nyx Ulric 3:10 AM And Crowe, I know you’re awake I can see your tiny bubble just lurking in this convo

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM wow axis just responded to a group chat conversation

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM blessed be the stars

Tredd Furia 3:11 AM this surprise party’s gonna be litttttt af

Nyx Ulric 3:12 AM hi there axis you and sonitus take care of the food

Axis Arra 3:13 AM ok

While the conversation rolled along, Crowe still had this nagging feeling that the entire arrangement was too… odd. Luche easily joining this nonsense was already out of the ordinary, but Axis—quiet and soft-spoken Axis Arra—replying to this mess and just agreed to help organize this shitstorm? Crowe had seen her friends do strange things, but this one weirdly made her queasy. Not to mention, they have been acting rather funny around her these past couple of days. She stared at her phone screen, trying to rake her thoughts on that last party. She was definitely sure that party happened. She could still taste the acrid smoke from that sordid bar, and she could still remember hooking up with that heavily tattooed man whose name was the only thing that she lost in her nebulous memory.

Just when Crowe was about to protest for a clarification, another message arrived from Nyx:

Nyx Ulric 3:15 AM btw where tf is Libertus at

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM Poor Libertus Ostium, he is missing action

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM So now I’m facing Nyx Ulric with his own faction

Pelna Khara 3:16 AM he’s very attractive in the north, Lucians like his chances

Tredd Furia 3:16 AM he’s not very forthcoming on any particular chances

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Gdi you all have been making hamilton references for a MONTH

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Can we get back to the task at hand please

Crowe sighed in exasperation as she scrolled away to more chunks of messages. Before the chat group could spiral into a new brand of trouble and out of its original topic, she finally managed to type her response:

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM libertus ran an errand with the crown prince’s advisor glasses boy

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM anyway

Nyx Ulric 3:19 AM THERE’S OUR FAVORITE MAGE

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hi crowe moon of our lives

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM our khaleesi is here

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM you guys are fucking idiots

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM ANYWAY wasn’t the captain’s birthday three days ago???

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM pelna you even posted photos on your instagram acct

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM With the caption “today the Big D was born let us rejoice”

Crowe sat up on her bed and waited for a reply, but she later realized that she just unleashed a treasure trove of disaster with her last statement:

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hey u gotta love that caption

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM and u gotta love the Big D

Nyx Ulric 3:20 AM i know luche does ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:20 AM haha very funny nyx

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM hahahahahahaha nyx gdi i choked on my fucking beer

Pelna Khara 3:22 AM that was some mighty fine dish that got served

Luche Lazarus 3:22 AM u sure u didn’t choke on some big d tredd :)

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM nope. but hey luche

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM ur ass is grass

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM and imma mow it

Axis Arra 3:23 AM eyyyy

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM LMAO OK SEXUAL TENSION ASIDE

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM Relax you guys

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM I know we all love our big captain drautos so much

Crowe Altius 3:24 CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION YOU BAGS OF HELPLESS DICKS

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM as you wish khaleesi forgive our brethren

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM to answer your question: yes, but that party was from the higher ups

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM his actual birthday is tomorrow

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM crowe my sun and stars trust me on this

Luche Lazarus 3:25 AM i can confirm pelna’s statements

Tredd Furia 3:25 AM same

Axis Arra 3:25 AM ^^^

Sonitus Bellum 3:25 AM hi

Nyx Ulric 3:25 AM i confirm pelna’s statements as well

As well? Nyx hated attaching that in any phrase, Crowe remembered, for reasons beyond her. Despite the group’s typical rascally response, Crowe still felt skeptical about the whole affair. With reservation, she decided to give her overthinking head a rest and get along with their shady plan.

She quickly thumbed another message:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM fine whatever

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM count me in

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM anything i need to do nyx?

She chewed on her lip, praying to the gods that she won’t be assigned with something out of her comfort zone, so she added:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM and by anything, i mean anything except talking to the other commanding officers and anyone from the lucian council pls

Crowe particularly had a severe dislike talking with her other superiors, specifically Cor, Clarus, and even King Regis himself, after saying something completely inappropriate at a Kingsglaive gala two years prior. After that embarrassment, she sealed everyone outside of her Glaive circle for self-preservation.

The sudden inactivity in the chat group made Crowe want to throw another message for good measure, until Luche broke the momentary radio silence:

Luche Lazarus 3:33 AM more booze

Crowe Altius 3:34 AM right

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM You’re the best, thanks

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM Let’s all meet tomorrow at 2pm sharp

Nyx Ulric 3:36 AM I’ll try to stall the captain to give us time for prep

Crowe sank back to her sheets and turned off her phone so she could finally get some decent shut eye without the distraction from the Glaive chat group. She stared at the ceiling, trying to quell the unusual excitement  that bubbled up in her chest, until it was brutally ambushed by a feeling that often creeped up on her whenever she started to enjoy any form of happiness.

On occasions such as these, Crowe wondered how celebrating birthdays would feel like. It was not as if she wanted to keep her birthday from everyone else—she just never knew what her actual birth date was. Having brought up as an orphan, she had figured that birthdays were only afforded to people living with their biological parents. Or people with legitimate paperwork. She had neither the luxury of those things. Sometimes, she would look at herself in the mirror, study her face, and scrutinize her chocolate brown hair, her brown eyes, and the angular structure of her cheekbones. Crowe thought that maybe, this was how her mother would have looked like, or her father...

Crowe groaned in disdain. She didn’t need the pity party at this ungodly time. She pulled the sheets over her head as she promptly derailed the depressing train of thought, pressed her eyes shut, and forced herself to sleep.

Crowe did as she was told and brought additional liquor with her on her way to the Kingsglaive HQ. She was pretty certain that alcoholic drinks were prohibited around the Citadel premises, but no one seemed to have caught her, so she just casually marched on toward the hallway. She rounded into a corner, where she saw Nyx standing by the doorway leading to the briefing room, holding his phone close to his ear.

When he saw Crowe approaching, he tucked his phone in his jacket. Nyx nervously beamed, “Hey there!”

Crowe raised an eyebrow out of suspicion. “What are you doing outside? Where are the others?”

Nyx answered, “Well, actually, they’re on their way but Captain Drautos is already coming in any minute—“

“Weren’t you supposed to be the one to keep him occupied?” Crowe asked, narrowing her eyes at Nyx. She had a bad feeling about this.

Nyx held her by the shoulders. “Yes, but change of plans. Look, can you please help holding off on the Captain for a while—“

Crowe instantly shrugged his hands off. “Nope.”

“Please?”

“Not interested.”

“With a cherry on top?”

“Gods, Nyx—you had one job.”

“Alright, fine,” Nyx ceased making any further effort, raising both his hands in casual surrender.

That was surprisingly easy, Crowe thought. If anything, Nyx was persistent, but this...

She let it slide. Crowe rolled her eyes and sauntered past Nyx. She opened the door and—

“Surprise!”

The confetti exploded from the party poppers in myriad of colors, together with the booming voices of the rest of the Glaives. The entire open space of the briefing room was filled with familiar faces—Libertus, Pelna, and Tredd each had a Li’l Malbuddy balloon in their hands, while Axis, Sonitus, and Luche carried a Li’l Malbuddy plush toy. The walls were decorated with scarlet-colored streamers and rows of gold letter balloons.

It took a while for Crowe to register that the balloons spelled a Happy Birthday Crowe! which totally did not make sense to her at all.

“Wait, what’s going on? I thought—guys, is this a fucking prank?” She bewilderedly trailed off. She was about to lash out until she saw Captain Drautos walking towards her, which even added more confusion to this entire event. “Captain?”

Drautos shook his head and addressed the Glaives. “You fools, I told you she wouldn’t get it if I didn’t give this to her first,” he casually smacked Nyx at the back of the head. They all burst out laughing. “Anyway, it’s because of this—“

The captain handed a brown envelope to Crowe, which she flipped open. Inside was a record, a file with her full name and her… birthdate.

Crowe gasped and croaked out the words in disbelief. “Wait, today’s… my birthday?”

“We found your records with Clarus’s help,” Drautos explained. “I regret ever mentioning it to Nyx as soon as I found out—the word spread like wildfire among your peers. It was a surprise that you didn’t find it out, with Nyx being a loudmouthed idiot. Anyway, the Glaives thought of throwing you a surprise party since you’ve never celebrated your birthday with us before—or uh, I’m sorry, I mean, it’s not that you didn’t want—“

“It’s fine, sir,” Crowe stared at the file she was holding. There it was, written in permanent ink: full details of her birthplace and birthdate. It didn’t disclose any info on her biological parents, but Crowe couldn’t care less. She read and reread, helplessly trying to wrap her head around all of this, until all she could say was: “Thank you. Really, guys, thank you—but wait. That thing in the chat was…”

“That was actually Nyx about to spill the beans with his drunken little mouth,” Pelna admitted, stepping closer with the Li’l Malbuddy balloon hovering above his head. The rest of the Glaives followed, gathering around Crowe. Pelna continued, “I was with him so I had to punch him right in the mouth for being dumb. We had a different chat group specifically for Operation Crowe. We humbly thank the gods that Luche was just smooth enough to save that conversation and we all had to improvise to throw you off the scent.”

“Well, someone had to keep you guys in check so you’re welcome,” Luche smugly added. “And by the way, you gotta thank the crown prince’s advisor for this merch. He tipped us off on where to find these.” Luche, Axis, and Sonitus rewarded Crowe with the Li’l Malbuddy plushies.

“You guys were… all together in this?” Crowe asked, and strangely enough, she was genuinely touched by the idea that everyone joined for this effort. She wanted to squeeze everyone into a hug and beat them all up for giving her feelings.

“Of course—everything for our little sister,” Nyx grinned, slinging an arm around Crowe’s shoulders.

“Don’t make me claw your eyes out,” Crowe said, elbowing him on his side that Nyx winced in pain.

“Whatever. Happy birthday, munchkin,” Nyx hugged Crowe. With the thought finally sinking in, tears of utmost happiness began to threaten her eyes. She wanted to punch herself in the face for wanting to cry.

Crowe looked curiously at Nyx, still controlling herself with her happy tears. “So is this why you guys have been acting weird for the past days?”

“See, I told you guys she’ll notice,” Libertus remarked. “Now, give her the damn cake before she starts crying!”

“I’m not crying! There’s just, I don’t know, a rock in my eye...” Crowe sniffed, and the rest of the crew laughed.

Libertus playfully shoved Nyx away from Crowe and wrapped her into a big bear hug. “Happy birthday, Crowe.”

“Thank you guys so much,” Crowe said with a teary-eyed smile on her face.

Roaring fits of laughter bellowed around the room when Pelna finally brought out a ghastly dick-shaped cake with a candle sitting at its tip.

Tredd announced, “So I know Pelna promised a boob cake, but Luche wanted the D—“

“It was the only cake available, asshat—“ Luche interrupted with a sneer. Everyone was still laughing at the atrocity of the confection in front of them.

“Sorry Luche, the D’s not for you,” Pelna teased. “Give this one a blow, baby girl.”

“Oh my god, I hate all of you!” Crowe laughed and cried. When it came to the business of brewing the finest hilarity and crazy antics, Crowe couldn’t trust anyone else aside from her comrades.

Everyone joined in and sang her an equally cheery and drunken happy birthday. And on occasions like these, Crowe found it difficult to permit herself to relish the happiness. But in the company of the people Crowe now considered as family, she finally did—and there was no place in Eos that she would rather be.

[seladorie]

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Also Prompto not knowing that he’s kingsglaive would be amazing. And then seeing that this guy is actually pretty cool and important. I just want them to hang out with kids and be happy. :( Happy ending for promnyx pls. They need a dog and two girls. (One named after Nyx’s sister.)

nyx would totally hide his job for a little while, because the job is dangerous and deadly and he wants to enjoy this for a lil whiel before it all crumbles apart

because he knows it will, no one wants to date a dead man walking, not for anything more than a one night stand, and prompto’s so sweet and too good for him, and is definitely boyfriend material, even if nyx himself is not

but when he gets news of deployment, he knows he can’t just up and disappear on prompto, so he goes to his apartment to spill

and maybe it’s been like... a few weeks, where they’s spent like, ever other night together. lots of sex, lots of hanging out, and very specifically no work talk--nyx knows prompto does photography, but isn’t quite clear if that’s how he makes his living or not, and doesn’t ask because all prompto knows about his job is that he’s a “government employee” which is technically true but very misleading. 

but nyx goes and bites the bullet and prompto’s surprised but he says, “well let me know when you come back, okay?” and gives him a kiss and says “don’t go dying out there, stay safe” 

(and nyx falls in love)

and nyx tells ALL of the glaives how great his BOYFRIEND his and ALL of them are so annoyed the entire deployment because nyx won’t shut up about it, and they all learn way more than they want about this guy they haven’t even met (but you bet your ass crowe and libertus are meeting him asap)

when he gets back, prompto’s like... “wait... kingsglaive... nyx... nyx ulric?? like the hero???” and nyx is like “yeah nyx isn’t that common a name?”

and prompto’s like, “(•ω•) i had kingsglaive calendar that you were in up on your month for like, an entire year!”

nyx: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) did you now

prompto: ... i didn’t mean to say that

nyx: <3

not sure exactly when nyx finds out about the whole “oh yeah noctis--yanno, the prince of lucis and your boss? is my best friend” convo happens. probably at a very inopportune moment

[irlquicksilver]

Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications😘

Aw, this is cute! Let’s see here…

1. Nyx Ulric makes me ridiculously happy like,,,,he’s so good??? I love him,,,

2. Sitting down curled up in my blankets in my cold as fuCK room watching Markiplier shit

3. My hyperfixations in general like,,,FFXV, Infinite Undiscovery, Evillious….all make me happy!

4. Talking with my mutuals and dicking around,,,,when I actually keep a convo going,,,

5. Roleplaying!

[wickedlyxenvy]

Envy further situated himself on his throne, growing far too comfortable given the dire circumstances surrounding the conversation. The King who sat in this chair before him, the closest man he ever had to a father, lorded over the realm with an iron fist and despite his best efforts proclaiming a repeat of the past held all denial, the similarities were indeed present. Unlike his predecessor, however, he cared for his children. His twins, as misguided as they were and still are, were everything. The lasting pieces of in him that once led the demon to believe he could be good. Now, nothing about that part of Envy remained. "What is there to explain?" Envy placed his palms on either side of the throne's rests and leaned back slowly, surprised the boy stood to look him in the eye. A rarity, but it did happen. "I found you two in a screaming match, Ulric, princes aren't spoken to in that way. Why should I allow that to slide for any reason you may give when it doesn't matter?" The King breathed a scoff and shook his head slowly with disappointment. "I decide if punishments are necessary. For a servant," Envy leaned forward in suspicion, "You cared for him way too much."

Ironically, the argument between him and Nyrinn stemmed from the other boy not wanting to skulk around in the shadows to be with the Prince. The situation was so demanding on Nyrinn that their relationship was hidden, resulting in the Prince pleading and begging to stay with him instead of leaving him. It ended with their voices growing too loud, something that Ulric never did, attracting the unwanted attention of his father. All his father saw was someone disrespecting his son and nothing else– the rage Ulric felt coming off of Envy in waves was too much to reason with, even if the King could never see reason. Then, it was a flurry of movement. Guards ripped Ulric away from Nyrinn while the servant was dragged to the courtyard. What the Prince was forced to witness was cataloged right alongside the deaths of his uncles. The brutality alone was nightmare fuel, but Ulric watched every moment of it while his voice grew hoarse from screaming at his father to stop, with only his sister rooting him to the ground as a way to keep him from meeting the same fate. Then, it was over as quick as it started.

Only Estella kept him together while they waited in the throne room. The oppressive atmosphere was bearing down on him so much that it was hard to breathe. His sister's arm around his shoulder grounded him as he focused on breathing, even if it was a jarring seesawing motion. Barely a moment of reprieve passed before their father stormed into the throne room and demanded that he be left alone. Of course, Estella, being Estella, protested but eventually relented and left him with a gentle squeeze of his hand, transferring as much of her strength to him as possible. Ulric didn't bother raising his gaze, which was glued to the floor when he was addressed, letting the silence pass as he digested the sheer audacity of the statement. While his sister was the speak first, think later type of person– Ulric was the opposite. Though even his father's comment almost made him snap in response. It was too early, too raw for this conversation. Dismissing the fact that his father did very much enjoy the execution, the sheer bloodbath being proof, Ulric finally met his father's gaze sitting on his throne built on the backs of others he breaks and murders. "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. This was unnecessary."

[charlottedabookworm]

the first chapter of this fic is just going to be Nyx making a series of phone calls to various people over the course of a couple weeks that basically show his progression from ‘i might have stolen a kid and blown up a lab because it was wrong and I couldn’t just leave him there’ to ‘just cos I’m looking after him doesn’t mean he’s my kid i’m 15 i’m not old enough to be a dad stop calling him my kid’ to ‘i might have accidently named the kid but he’s still not mine’ to ‘holy fuck i have a kid and he just smiled at me and I am a dad and I must be the best dad how do i dad? Libs! Libs, tell me how to dad!’

[jealouslyxestella]

Estella hadn't changed from her royal garb her father specifically requested for the disaster of a dinner before making a straight beeline for her twin's room. The vision of the head resting upon the plate as if it were a main course of their feast sent bile rising up her throat in a way the sight didn't before due to her shock. Now that the young girl created distance between herself and the King, she could fully process the conversation as a whole. The lack of empathy for Ulric, the cold exterior displayed only by a murdering beast, became the dagger someone would hopefully ram into his back. It only reassured her the growing seeds of her plan were justifiable and warranted, the work of a traitor certainly, but this called for desperation.

She gave her brother's door a few knocks before gently pushing it open, the sight of Ulric near the window providing clear view of the courtyard down below. The silence rising in the air gave Estella the quiet moment to remove her crown with a gentle sigh, placing the metal circlet on her brother's bed. If she wasn't riled right now, she wouldn't mind plopping down against the pillows and taking a long nap as an escape. "Don't be sorry. I'm happy you weren't there." Estella moved closer, eyes peering through the window pane before looking away entirely. No wonder her father hadn't bothered cleaning up the mess. "I told him the truth, Ulric, about the situation. He thinks he's owed an apology." The thought sent her practically seething. "I called him a monster."

Ulric couldn't leave his spot in the corner of his room where his favorite chair sat overlooking the courtyard outside. He didn't move even when the guards had ordered him to the dining room. He just... couldn't. A part of him felt guilty for leaving Estella on her own with their father, knowing that their illustrious psychopath of a father had some sort of gloating speech ready to prod at them. Still, if anyone out of the two could handle their father better... it was his sister. She had a strength that he never possessed where, throughout the years, under their father's abuse, he wilted. Estella only grew stronger under the pressure. It was a small miracle that his father didn't drag him, kicking and screaming, but Ulric knew that it wouldn't be the last of it. His absence was surely noted and would be paid in kind.

His eyes never left the platform where the execution was held in the courtyard, and even though it was dark, the blood spilled was burned behind his eyes. Ulric heard the door to his bedroom open, but he knew immediately that it was Estella. Her aura washed over him like a fresh breath of air instead of the stifling paranoia that belonged to anyone else. He let the silence spread between the two of them for a moment before he finally managed to speak. "I'm sorry I left you alone with him," his voice was quiet, barely audible after hours of disuse. Ulric's eyes dropped to his hands, fingers skimming over the wrist that Estella had a death grip on to keep Ulric from running into the midst of the spectacle. "I can only imagine the verbal spat you got into with him."