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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: Find Your Way

Libertus: *supposedly projected to be the sensible one in the party and normal of the bunch*

Also Libertus : *goes AWOL, does his own thing, also takes a car and slams into Drautos without remorse, and later takes over as a figurehead of the Kingsglaive*

A quick writing challenge for myself.Character study of sorts? This one is hard and I eventually gave up. But Libs deserves something too I feel, after considering the end of Kingsglaive and Comrades.

Also, some Iris and Crowe things too.

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Stay honest. Be humble. Do good and keep out of trouble.

There are the words his mam had kept drilling into him as a kid. Words to live by that simply, and logically made sense.However the Galahdian has no idea how trouble just keeps finding him. Libertus tried. He really did.

Libertus tried when Nyx went canyon diving in effort to out do Luche. He somewhat attempted when little Selena attempted to have a pet piranha in Jahha Ulric’s ornamental fish pond in their garden. He did all he could when Crowe had placed fireworks in Furia’s locker out of spite over something silly.

“-You wilful child, don’t you dare-!”

SLAM!

Now the burly Galahdian can only gape blankly, watching the disaster unfold before his eyes. All while their unexpected stowaway had went and snatched the comms, slamming the device with Lord Clarus Amicitia’s voice yelling himself hoarse out of Sasha’s hands without a thought. The poor boy gaping at the Lucian bewilderedly. Whereas his squad could only stare at the suddenly quiet machine as young Lady Iris Amicitia storms off to the edge of the haven in quiet anger like a monsoon storm brewing in the horizon.

His squad turns to him eerily in sync. All eyes wandering towards their Deputy expectantly to deal with this unexpected turn of events.

Libertus can only sigh and begins to trudge his way over to where Iris was.

The Lucian forces are low on manpower and tight on time due to having one Marshal and Prince’s Shield down as Nyx tries to cover for Gladiolus. This left the warfront to the both the King and Lord Shield as well as Major Elshett, Major Ackers and the Glaives. They had barely managed to reclaim Leide and Duscae. Now they are pushing all efforts to clear the daemon nests around Cleigne while replenishing ammunition to other teams further out clearing Imperial bases. All to strengthen their foothold in the Lestallum region that they just secured. However this unexpected development has put a wrench in their current schedule.

As the only child but part of a large Clan, his mam and his ba were both rather old when they finally had him. Libertus then grew up cared for, and caring for a large family with plenty of cousins. Selena Ulric too, was as good as his own baby sister considering how close he was with the Clan Ulric and Nyx.

After moving to Insomnia,Nyx was distant as were his kinsmen. Maybe it was his nature or just his inability to leave anyone alone,or the need to have a friend, Libertus is not entirely sure, but he felt an affinity and need to look after Crowe when they first met in the Kingsglaive. She had been this scrawny young kid whose eyes were filled with fire and rage. An absolute a handful, not that she is not anymore, but the man is optimistic enough to think she is past her rebellious phase now as a grown woman and excellent mage. Now a fellow Deputy in the Kingsglaive.

They had all did pretty well looking after each other’s stupid asses while raising a girl with so much fire and character, that much was certain. Yet, he knows without a doubt that if it weren’t for Crowe, and being allowed to care for her as a brother figure, it managed to keep him busy from spiralling into a darkness that he shudders to think about. She was an anchor when he had been adrift since coming to Insomnia after watching most of his family perish in the Rebellion as Galahd burned. Nyx and his fellow kinsmen had their own demons to deal with, and at one point they all had sorta slipped towards the deep end.

Now it feels like deja-vu as he sees a different pair of bright, fierce eyes filled with the same fire staring back at him.

That is, until the firecracker threw a punch at him.

The young Lady had nearly threw him off if he had not reacted quickly enough to dodge. He also chooses to tune out the sudden cheer from his men. The bastards are just watching a free show as he avoids a hit in his solar plexus from the tiny girl.What do House Amicitia feed their kids anyway?

“Woah now! Holy Ramuh, Iris? What? What brought this on? A little family squabble?”Libertus laughs awkwardly before he sputters and notices something is clearly wrong with the bright and chirpy girl. They are not close, due to their different stations. Even though they have met on several occasions in Insomnia, him on guard duty with Iris sharing small talk with the friendly glaive while in the Citadel. Even having fought together a couple of times in Lestallum when daemons suddenly started to overrun the area when they were wrestling Lestallum back from the Imperials. The Iris he knows is always optimistic and supportive, helping wherever she could. A good kid all around. This unusual behaviour have caught him entirely off guard.

“Libertus, fight me!”

The Glaive chokes on his own spit as Iris sudden demand snaps him out of his own head and turns to his possible murderer and person to single handedly end his entire somewhat moderately lukewarm Kingsglaive career, “w-what?”

“Fight. Me!”

“Yeeeeah no. Not gonna do that, squirt.” Libertus has enough. He’s not the strongest fighter but he is still a veteran nonetheless, and he easily subdues the angry Amicitia with a firm grab, locking her arms in a quick disarming manoeuvre without hesitation. Unlike mainlanders, Galahdians do not coddle their fighters and young, especially towards women raised to be warriors, the Muu’laris.

Iris struggles, unrelenting and unwavering until she finally runs out of steam. Exhausted in her rage.

“I’mma let you go.And then we’ll talk. Only talk.Yeah?” Libertus tells her calmly and patiently, almost like dealing with an unruly child.

“…Fine.” The Galahdian releases her and Iris Amicitia turns and looks at Libertus grimly, shoulders squared and fists balled tightly by her side.

“Its.I just-I-”

Iris then crumbles as she curls down and begins to wail, her chest heaving in broken heaving breaths.Her form shaking.

Oh, oh no. If anything, there is one thing Libertus cannot deal with, its kids, and tears.

(He also has no idea why he is suddenly involved in so much family drama. From Royal sibling quarrels to Royal family disputes. This was all NOT in the Glaive Recruitment briefing.)

Libertus fumbles a little, taken by surprise for the second time that night. Confused as he turns to his own crew watching them incredulously. Minos even has the audacity to even mouth at him a ‘lol you done fucked up’ while Sasha has gotten whiplash, stunned by the entire display. With both Miles and Elea watching on, intrigued. He resists the urge to give them a rude hand gesture and chooses to ignore the unhelpful bunch in favour of the situation at hand. The burly man squats down and quietly pats the broken girl carefully on her back in attempt to calm her distress.

“Hey, hey? We gotcha. Its okay. Let it all out.” Libertus pats her back gently.Iris just cries harder into her knees. Until the tears simply would not flow anymore and reduced into small hacking sobs. There was silence with only the sound of insects and the daemons groaning in a distance, on top of little sniffles filling the night as the camp fire crackles and the Glaives watch sympathetically nearby.

“So, wanna talk about it? I have a good ear.” Libertus tries to break the silence awkwardly. The big Galahdian trying to gauge the problem and making the space comfortable for the teen to talk on her terms.

“…They won’t listen. As if we aren’t in the middle of War and they just want me safe! They forgot that no one IS safe! Jared nearly died if you guys had not arrived just in time and Talcott, he-” Iris begins to rant irritably in a jumble, heaving between sobs, “Daddy even nearly died now he’s on the frontlines. And-and Gladdy! He-Gladdy just takes off to take an stupid Trial and-“ the young Amicitia purse her lips and tries to gather herself.

Ah. Libertus is starting to see the problem.

In the chaos, they all seem to have forgotten that its the people dearest to them by their side breaking apart without a word. What more a civilian girl who lost her home and now have to watch helplessly while everyone around her are heading out to possibly die. In his personal opinion, the Lord Shield and Gladiolus have neglected to ponder if their actions would affect their family. Though by no means intentionally or deliberate with ill will. Now, Iris’ confession reminds Libertus of loved ones lost during the long years up to the Rebellion of Galahd and his time in the Glaive under Drautos, watching brothers and sisters in arms perish on the battlefield. The grim feeling of regrets he had long buried coils around his heart wretchedly.

Sometimes, its those who are left alive by the sidelines who suffer the most pain.

Gladious’ choice to take on an impossible Trial and the Lord Shield’s brush with death seemed to have become Iris’ tipping point. Its a behaviour he’s all too familiar within the Kingsglaive. With people reaching their threshold, they collapse as the cup spills over, the heart unable to contain anymore fear and helplessness. Even the brightest and most put together looking ones. Maybe them most of all.

“I’m sorry. This is so stupid.” Iris mumbles, wiping her eyes and muffling the last sniffles that escapes her.The girl starting to process her irrational behaviour it seems.

“Naw kid. Glad that you trust me enough to talk. Though running away from your safe house and hanging up on the Lord Shield is not great, I gotta admit there.” Libertus plops down, tired of squatting and pats the grassy patch, gesturing the teen to settle down. He pulls out a handkerchief of intricate Galahdian patterns and offers it to her.

Iris takes it with a soft thanks as she folds her arms and curls deeper into herself.

“What exactly happened? If you don’t mind me askin’?”

“I had asked but daddy won’t even consider letting me join the frontlines to help. Even when I have been trained in combat since I was a kid. Not as much as Gladdy, but eventually I would enter the Crownsguard myself anyway. He is barely coping and I can see he’s struggling so clearly. Gladio has his hands full as Shield for Noctis and having to guard Lady Lunafreya. Yet all I am expected to do is stand on the sidelines like I’m nothing!” Iris begins, “I’m just tired of being treated like glass when my entire family is out there when clearly I can help! I am an Amicitia, am I not?”

Libertus hears her loud and clear. It resonates somewhere in Libertus that this is beyond some teenage rebellion. Its a need steaming from something deeper from within.

How many times he himself had said a similar thing to his cousins going out to fight the Empire when they encroached on their shores? Or every time Nyx attempts to be a Hero out on the field to save everyone in their company? Or Crowe trying to do things her way stubbornly on the field, pushing herself into stasis every time. The baby glaives all being stubborn and destructive, doing things beyond them as they cope with their own hurts?

How he himself threw his own being out there with no regards until he was so tired of all the futile fighting done up until the damn Treaty and the Fall? Libertus is a practical person to a fault, but for once since this chaos had begun, he finds himself daring to hope. For Eos, for his people, for himself.

“To be fair, they are right. You are barely of enlistment age, Iris. Plus, you are Lord Amicitia’s youngest and only daughter. They all love you, Iris. Do not doubt that. Your life is priceless and should anything happen to you, your father and your brother will break apart.” Libertus slowly gives his perspective. Whether the girl listens or not is another thing.

Iris remains quiet, her eyes downcast and deathly still.

“I will admit I kinda didn’t think this through properly…You guys might be in trouble. I’m so sorry. ” Iris at least finally realises the consequences of her brashness and look sheepish. Which earns her a bark of laughter from the burly man.

“Ha! We’re already are. Although one disciplinary report and you still can’t beat the Nyx’s and his file is like what? 6 Lucian dictionaries tall?” Libertus jokingly laughs to himself in his own amusement before letting the conversation turn back with seriousness. “Damn right you didn’t. I won’t sugarcoat it for you, its damn stupid and reckless. But at least you realise it. Thats a step. So I still havta ask, did you just ran out with us just to prove a point?”

Libertus is watching Iris carefully, though he suspect he knows the answer.

“No.Just.Well… I just don’t want to just sit around do nothing when I know I can do something.” Iris turns to him, stubborn defiance in her voice. ”…Are you guys going to send me back to Jared now?”

The Galahdian sighs heavily, feeling the tension on the back of his head tighten. Not that he is keeping count how many times he is doing that. He knows he will regret this and it has the potential to blow up in his face. Yet he also is familiar enough to know if he does not do what his gut feels right, Iris will just get herself into a deeper mess later. Not that she is not right now.

“If you wanna be a hellion, I honestly rather you do it with us and have people watching your back.” Libertus caves and considers the options and his life choices. He prays silently and hopes this would not bite him in the ass. Its obvious the young Amicitia girl will not stop if told no anyway.

Iris perks up cautiously. Libertus pauses, as he turns serious with what comes next.

“But I’m going to be serious, Iris, you MUST follow our commands. We’ll guide you and do the mission together. We can go clear out some daemons as per our mission. You get to prove your point and also a chance to prove yourself. Later you can take this as an experience or make your argument with Lord Amicitia or the King and whoever. I don’t know. But you will stick with us and please, your safety first. If not for me, for the rest of the Glaives’ sake.”

“So, you’ll let me help? I can fight with you guys?” Iris starts carefully, sitting up with her back straightened, almost unbelieving.

“If I know the Captain well enough, he won’t agree to allow you with us on the field. But we sure as hell don’t have the luxury and time to send you back now either. However if shit gets real, I will be dragging you back with Jared and Talcott first thing without a word. I’m not risking shit. Not you, not any of my squad. You get me?” Libertus lays it down and Iris jumps up, her eyes, glittering and bright before making a textbook salute.

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Etro, please preserve him and his soul.

Libertus sighs for the nth time that evening and in an instant feels older by a decade.Questionable life choices aside, this is a whole other set of responsibility that is not part of his job. But looking at her cheerful smile all wide and hopeful, Libertus cannot find it in him to be annoyed to be honest. He really is too soft to be a soldier.

He also wonders wryly which will hit him faster? Discharge papers, or the Lord Shield’s blade?

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“WHAT THE FUCK LIBS?!”

Sure enough. Nyx personally is not okay with Iris out in the field and was very vocal about it. Libertus somewhat knows why too, considering Selena was barely 14 when she died in the Rebellion as a Muu’laris. However, the Kingsglaive Captain literally cannot do anything at the moment stuck with the Prince’s retinue. So for once the tables are turned with Nyx telling Libertus off in rapid Galah that has Minos, the only Galahdian apart from Libertus in the group, wincing with every word.

The burly Galahdian simply gestures for Sasha, the poor baby glaive, to let the comms run on its own. While the squad digs into a Malboro feast as a treat after a long night of tearing apart several daemon nests.

Libertus had been firmly adamant in his stand and opinion as much as Nyx is. Its the truth that they need all the capable fighters on deck after losing Insomnia. Iris has already proven herself she is no pushover and combat wise, she is a damn good fighter. Petite but not fragile. Hell no.

It is true that the girl is not supposed to be here for many reasons. Lucians do not operate on the same way as Galahdians in the way they view their warriors. That, on top of her current status as Lady of House Amicita. Captain Ulric declares this out of his hands and had gone straight to the King to intervene. He’s not risking the someone else’s only daughter, especially when the Marshal is not here either to call the shots on the Crownsguard’s end of things. This is also not a responsibility he is willing to throw onto his men with good conscience either.

It was a quiet morning when the King himself calls Iris personally. He remains silent as Iris speaks to him through the comms, polite and concise, firm but respectful, as per her station of high Lucian nobility. An impeccable image of a Lady of House Amicitia. After listening to the girl herself and considering Iris’ own choices, Regis relents. He puts out the command for Libertus and his Glaives to watch over Iris in official capacity of training her. One royal decree later, their squad instantaneously gets a disciplinary warning each by Captain Ulric, Iris receives hers from the Head of the Crownsguard Lord Amicitia himself. Their Deputy alone gets three. Which makes Libertus huff at while his crew laugh as the situation finally settles.

Iris gives Libertus a hug, screaming with chains of happy ‘thank you‘ on repeat as they continue on their journey. The Galahdian is glad, even considering the trouble it earned him. It was worth it as he watch the young Crownsguard slowly blossom into a formidable warrior all on her own.

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The first time Iris kills a human imperial soldier, Libertus stays by her side throughout the rest of the day. Much like how he did for Crowe and the baby glaives on their first stint. On another occasion in an ambush on one of their scouting trips, the crew all stay up and making sure her concussion does not turn into something worse.

Between destinations, they all share old childhood stories comparing to each region they hail from. Favourite food, the weird snacks in different birthplaces. Families and memories of parents and cousins, and a mom Iris barely remembers. Small things that they find common ground and familiarity with. The glaives teaches her combat and run drills with her along the way as well as other essential military knowledge. There’s some sort of humour and pride among them that they are training a Crownsguard the Kingsglaives’ ways, let alone the Lord Shield’s daughter. Though let it be known that Amicitias definitely live up to their reputation. Iris’ skills are right on par with any soldier starting out.

When they finally meet at one of the hunters outposts, Crowe was surprised to find Iris fitting in comfortably with Libertus and the Glaives. The Deputy mage already fond of the young Amicitia after hearing about the fiasco along the grapevine, even more so after seeing her attitude and tenacity on the battlefield.

They get on well. Too well. Crowe and Iris. The latter whom he had come to build a close friendship and becoming sort of another little sister he has come to care for. He certainly did not expect these two women he had come to cherish as much as his own family would end up hitting off so quickly as he watches carefully both Crowe and Iris lay waste to an Imperial Base alongside their fellow glaives. All of them running high on adrenaline.

Fate works in strange ways. If someone were to tell young Libertus years ago he would one day leave his broken Clan and ruined homeland, becoming one of the leaders of the Lucian military, he would laugh and tell you to take a walk. Gaining a clan sister and battle sister on the mainland in all but blood, one braiding his braids while the other cooking his family’s recipes surrounded by his kinsmen and comrades? The burly Galahdian would probably toss them into the Eastern Ocean immediately without a word.

Fate certainly is strange.

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[Kingsglaives Command Message Channel 3-1]

[Nyx 9:20am] where you at switch on the comms channel dumbass

[Libs 9:21am] reporting back to C.C Base. y?

[Nyx 9:21am] Gladiolus is back and get ur ass ready since guessing we have a 3 way Amicitia family fight to break up later by the looks of things

[Nyx 9:21am] Quite ballsy lately eh big guy

[Libs 9:22am] STFU. Also btw, since i am getting dishonourably discharged then means i am no longer a deputy?

[Nyx 9:23am] [ √ message seen ]

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Bonus:

Years later, at the Mainland Port before leaving for Galahd, Libertus will bid farewell to Lucis. After officially welcoming Crowe into his Clan as a sister. Though the woman had chosen to remain in Lucis as the new Captain of the Kingsglaive. While promises are made by a tearful Iris hugging him tight, crying like she did that night by the haven, though her tears now are for different reasons entirely. The Amicitia makes sure to keep in touch and promises that she would come visit the Galahdian once Galahd is ready, her treasured friend and mentor.

As the ferry departs, the Galahdian lets his mind wander while watching the mainland become a speck in the horizon. Once without a purpose, often going along with the whims of the people around him. He realises he had eventually found his strength to stand his own ground, paving his way forward, becoming an entirely a different man he once envisioned unexpectedly. A good sort of different.

In the near future, when he would once again return to Insomnia, the Galahdian would instead be the one to ugly sob at Iris’ wedding. Well, thats another story of its own.

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nyodrite · 4 years

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@a-world-in-grey @illusorygardens @sparklecryptid @hamelin-born @secret-engima because each of you seemed interested in this idea

so.

the entire thing is 30% Nyx's fault and 70% Ramuh's fault. because a non-Lucis Caelum wielding the Ring of Lucii left it's mark and made things.... incorrect in terms of Nyx's death

the Ring kind of laid claim to Nyx's soul and, instead of going to the afterlife he was supposed to be at, was trying to drag him into the Crystal

which Ramuh decided nope, not going to happen and just pushes Nyx's soul into the reincarnation cycle somewhere outside of the Crystal's influence

so eventually Nyx Ulric is reborn in a galaxy far, far away as Jango Fett which, with Ramuh kind of... intertwining with the Manda/Force/whatever, means he'll be able to go where he's supposed when he dies this time

of course when people find out about Nyx being reborn elsewhere many decide that they have to follow him

and more were tossed into things as a kind of... rehabilitation program?

the Fetts

only Arla and Jango are reincarnations

Selene winds up reborn first because detangling Nyx from the Ring took a bit longer

she isn't born Knowing, none of them are, but when Jango is born and Arla holds her brother for the first time she Knows

Jango spends most of his childhood unaware. He finds it a bit odd why Arla seems to be both amused and oddly delighted each time he calls her ori'vod but his sister is weird so he just goes with it

then their parents are killed and, amidst blood and fire and death, he remembers

then Jaster is dragging him away and he fights because he just got his sister back, just remembered what it was like to lose her and have to live without her, he's not letting it happen again

and he warps

(Nyx doesn't have magic, not like a true Lucis Caelum, but the Ring - for all that Ramuh severed it's connection to him - left... echoes.

He can still warp, it's familiar and easy as breathing to him, and he can reach out and share magic with someone but he has no armiger, he can't make potions or elixirs, what shields and elemental magic he can do is limited

but it's enough)

Nyx tosses the blade - a kukri, like he used to have, like their mother owned and taught them to uses as children in Galahd - his sister got him and warps back into the burning house

Arla - Selene, he knows it in his bones, can see it in how she switches from shooting a blaster to using a kukri to dig into the gaps of the armor as easily as she breaths - is fighting two Death Watch, she's holding them off but more are coming they just have to wait

so Nyx doesn't

He darts in, wraps an arm around his sister - has a moment to see horror cross her face - before he is warping them both out the house

the - king - Mand'alor definitely has questions when they appear so suddenly but there are more pressing matters and Nyx has time to figure out an answer

(Nyx never has to answer those questions, the Mand'alor always has a special connect to the Manda and Ramuh makes use of this to explain enough to satisfy Jaster

and if Ramuh hints at Jaster adopting both Fetts, despite Arla being technically old enough to be considered an adult, well that not favoritism that's just logic)

Jango and Arla become bounty hunters, though it's less of a full time thing and more of a I'm done dealing with politics I'm gonna go hunt something thing, and because they've no need for subtly decide to "hide" who they are by going by Nyx and Selene Ulric when on a job

technically both of them are in line to be the next Mand'alor and there pretty much even in terms of who the people want to be the next one

however, neither of them want the responsibility - or the politics, or the paperwork - and so basically try to... talk up the other as the better candidate

Nyx neatly solves this by taking on a bounty that leads to him getting a job on Kamino. and sure, it sounds super shady but there's no way his sister will be able to find him in time to keep herself from being declared Mand'alor

this holds out until the Alphas are made and then Nyx has a moment of oh shit i am a dad of a hundred and counting now

there is much panic and flailing, the comm message is basically incoherent

Selene starts praying for Libertus to show up because she left her brother unsupervised for one job. ONE. and this happens? clearly he needs his proper braincell back

and on that topic, let's head to the other, non-Ulric reincarnations real quick

Libertus is either Obi-Wan or Feemor, it depends entirely on how much I want Obi-Wan to have a proper big brother and Libertus to fuss over Obi-Wan's self-care, self-esteem and just everything really

if Libertus is Obi-Wan then Titus is gonna be Feemor, if Libertus is Feemor then Titus is going to be Dooku

which, you know what. I like that. Libertus is now Feemor, Obi-Wan gets his big brother and Titus is Dooku

so when that mission to Galidraan comes up, Dooku goes and sees Jango for the first time and suddenly Titus comes rushing in. and he's confronted with what is clearly TWO Ulrics before him

he is a Sigh

on the upside the mission ends mostly peaceful, none of the True Mandalorians are killed by Jedi and Death Watch gets dealt with

and there is now a, kind of nebulous, alliance between the Jedi and Mando

Titus!Dooku returns to the Jedi Temple and decides to reconnect with his lineage instead of isolating himself because clearly that kind of stuff didn't work the first time

and then he meets, after much scolding of Qui-Gon, Feemor who he can already tell is Libertus just waiting to wake up

he promptly tells Feemor that he should pay a visit to Mandalore as soon as possible and meet the future - because Nyx definitely saved Jaster on Korda 6 - Mand'alor

and Feemor may have intended to do so, however begrudgingly, but then he found a padawan and didn't really have time for a side trip to Mandalore

(which is good because he definitely would have stopped the clones from happening)

as for the rest.... well Crowe is Asohka, of course. For some reason I really like the idea of Luche as Xanatos du Crion?

Sonitus is Mando, not sure if he's reincarnated as someone already, but he's the kid of an armorer. Tredd I'm thinking Pre Vizsla maybe?

Pelna I'm thinking him being over in Corellia, not sure if he's a Corellian Jedi or if he winds up as a senator. Axis... I have half a mind for him to be Maul — or maybe Feral?

anyway, everyone only remembers when they see Nyx, hence why Titus!Dooku is trying to get Feemor to meet Jango

Sonitus actually remembers before Titus does, he's the son of one of Jaster's armorers and runs into Jango when he's old enough to start helping his buir

after that, Luche is actually the next to remember — because if I recall, Jango is only three years younger then Xanatos and the year Xanatos became a padawan was the same year that a some kind of pandemic spread through the galaxy, starting with Mandalore. so that sounds like a good set up to a potential mission for Jango and Xanatos to meet

next would be Tredd, which happens because Tor Vizsla dies via two protective Ulrics and so the Maat Mando'ade take in most of Death Watch after killing a bunch of the higher ranked ones

and then the few of Death Watch who got away set up Galidraan to try and wipe out the Haat Mando'ade and Titus remembers

Pelna and Libertus actually run into each other and make friends before remembering then, shortly after Feemor leaves Corellia, Nyx arrives and then Pelna remembers

honestly, Libertus is one of the last to remember but with multiple instances of where he just almost runs into Nyx

Luche!Xanatos finds Axis!Maul, drags him to meet Nyx and remember, then promptly returns to the Jedi Temple declaring he has a new padawan

then the clones happen and Ramuh gives Selene a break and reveals that Feemor is Libertus so she goes marching up to the Jedi Order and lowkey kidnaps Feemor - and his padawan who is having the time of their life right now - to drag him to Kamino

and then Feemor meets Jango and seconds later Libertus is yelling at Nyx over dying - then he finds out about the clones and yells some more over that

Crowe is the last one to remember timeline-wise but that's just because she's born later, she basically remembers as soon as she's taken to the Temple because Libertus is on creché duty with Nyx and she sees them

thats all I remember so BACK TO THE CLONES

the clones are raised as both Mando and Galahadian, and they get to choose—

choose if they feel more Galahadian, or if the want to swear to Resol'nare and be a proper Mando'ade instead of a Mando-raised Galahadian

of course there are those who are both, who have their armor painted in clan colors and clan braids not only in their hair but on display - in braided leather strips hanging from their armor

the clones also get to choose on if their names - not just if they want to name themselves or if they want Nyx to do it (and if they'd want a Mando or Galahadian name) but also if they want to be a Fett, Ulric or any combination of the two, or even something else entirely

after Selene finds out, and drags Libertus into things, a plot is hatched to kidnap the clones

Titus gets dragged into things because he's an older and respected jedi, and might be on the council, and basically changes the "order"

so the four of them wind up taking all the clones, now into the thousands with the oldest - Alphas - being preteen age?, and just flying first to Mandalore then straight to the Jedi Temple

they head to Mandalore first so that Selene can officially declare them citizens, Jaster gets to learn he's a grandfather thousands of times over and Nyx gets yelled at again

then they take any clones that didn't decide to stay on Mandalore over to the jedi temple where they waltz up to the jedi council and inform them about the army ordered for them

eventually it winds up with the rest of the clones getting added to the creché, in their own clans though raised along the jedi younglings

things get restructured a bit since most of the clones are not Force-sensitive, though some ARE because that's cool, and there's no way Nyx is going to be kept from visiting his kids

so you got some retired Mandos now in the creche with entire clans of clones that they've adopted, doesn't matter if they're a Fett or Ulric

you also got clones that straight up adopt various jedi so there's that too

anyways, Luche!Xanatos is the one who figures out about the chips which ignites all the protective rage and an investigation over just who ordered the clones though that winds up a bit of a dead end for a while

misc.

I'm not entirely sure if the Clone Wars happen here? if it does occur then it's not gonna be Republic vs Separatists because there's no Dooku to be a puppet leader — instead I think that winds up with the Sith Empire actually being reformed?

(which, has many a reincarnations seething because they already dealt with an evil empire and now there's another)

if that happens then Dathomir gets raided at some point for Sidious and Plageuis to steal Nightbrothers to raise as acolytes to help with their war

which in turn leads to some Nightsisters to side with the Jedi/Mando side because that's their future being stolen — also so Crowe!Asohka can learn about their magic and stuff because that'd be amazing

ANYWAYS

the ffxv world, i think the planet is still called Eos in it?, does in fact exist. it's just a planet floating in wild space

it is also a very, very long time since the happenings of ffxv

not sure if there's still people on planet or not, but it's definitely wilder and less tamed, all overgrown and filled with creatures

not sure which reincarnation finds this... let's say Pelna because I barely even mentioned him

hhhhhhh

Anakin Skywalker... I am not sure — he's brought to the temple young because there's no way anyone is gonna let slavery slide and Ramuh might have noticed his birth and started poking at someone to go investigate

Shmi winds up free and adopted, Shmi Skywalker-Ulric maybe? she works with Selene and both take the Senate by storm whenever they have to visit

Anakin winds up and Ulric by virtue of being Shmi's son

Libertus, purely out of self-defense, promptly adopts Obi-Wan to braincell for the newest Ulric - or, well, Obi-Wan may already be adopted by then and Lib just yeets his baby brother at the little Ulric to braincell

.....i think that's all the thoughts i have right now

#star wars #ffxv #long post #which i am sorry for but i did this on moble and can't do the read more thing #but i tagged it so people can skip!!

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logically, i know that i dont need to write a fic where kindred luche goes into a frenzy

but consider

i want to

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That Fem!Nox snippet was wonderful and I can't thank you enough for sharing it with us! It does make me wonder just how everyone found out about Nox and Nyx's relationship/marriage. Because obviously Ardyn was more than aware probably from the beginning and Regis was one of the last to know which probably was a 'fun' revelation for everyone involved, especially if Nox's protective Lucis Caelum 'Mine' instinct got invoked over Nyx. Poor Libertus though, the things he endures for his idiots.

Ohhhh XD yeah that was probably a fun but slow trainwreck.

-Ardyn knew from the beginning. Libertus was aware of Nyx’s terrible crush from the beginning, but I think it actually took him a little bit to realize that Nox and Nyx had gotten together.

-Then he catches Nyx looking giddy and spots Nox disappearing down the other end of the hall and he just- SIGHS. Into his hands. Looks up at Nyx miserably and goes “You’re dating the princess aren’t you.”

-“She started it!”

-Libertus wants a refund on his life pls.

-Most of the glaives totally guess the relationship before actually catching Nyx and Nox in the act, but they DO keep catching them in the act. Luche, who has been living stubbornly in denial, walks into the glaive obstacle course room one day to find Nox and Nyx kissing each other senseless in the rafters. Luche immediately backed out of the room yelling about “getting a NON-PUBLIC ROOM YOU TWO”, Nyx just laughed at him.

-Axis knew from the start and threatened Nyx with horrible murder if he hurt Nox, so there’s that XD.

-Titus took longer to know, not because he was unaware of the clues ... he was just firmly in Denial. Ardyn kept teasing him about it, Titus kept intentionally playing dumb until he found two certain somebodies hiding from Clarus in Titus’s office. After blandly handing a blushing Nox her lost hair tie (Nyx had pulled it out while they were kissing cause he likes tangling his fingers in her hair), he very firmly told them that he was NOT going to report them, but he also wasn’t going to be their alibi. If he found them in his office doing this again, he was going to put Nyx on gate duty for the rest of the YEAR. Now scoot.

-They scooted.

-Cor ... suspects. He doesn’t find out until Ignis tattles to Regis, because otherwise he would have murdered Nyx and then gone to inform Regis. But he SUSPECTS and Nyx and Nox have more than a few close calls of the Marshal sniffing around.

-I feel like Ignis is somehow the one to find them? Like- I know I said they get caught napping in Nox’s room so logically it’s a servant or something that catches them but I want it to be Ignis okay? Ignis who came in to- idk check on Nox because the youngest princess was worried about Nox not showing up for their video game tournament and Ignis knows sometimes Nox has bad Quiet Days and so was just coming to make sure she was okay and sees Nyx and her (who are totally married by this point) snoozing in her big bed because Nyx is exhausted from a mission and Nox likes cuddles. But Ignis, unaware of the marriage and the entire relationship up until this point, concludes All The Worst Things and runs straight to Regis.

-Literally straight to him, I’m picturing Ignis walking straight into a council meeting and going “Kingsglaive Ulric is sleeping with your oldest daughter right now” and everyone can feel Regis’s magic ERUPT throughout the entire Citadel (Nox jolts awake, worried and startled, wondering why her dad’s magic feels furious and alarmed and is ... coming ... closer... oh no.)

-Regis is ... NOT a happy camper at first. Very not. Not that he doesn’t want Nox to be happy and find the love of her life but- just- she didn’t breathe a word about it to anyone and no one told him till Ignis worded it in the worst way possible. So he ... overreacts.

-Nyx sees his life flash before his eyes via enraged Dad King until Nox jumps in with her own armiger and yells over Regis’s fury that SHE’S MARRIED TO NYX, KNOCK IT OFF. Complete with angry magic sparks and bared teeth because that is HER HUSBAND and not even her father can touch him without consequences.

-Regis goes dead still. Stares at Nox like he isn’t sure if he believes her and is horrified or if he thinks she’s lying to save Nyx’s soul. Nox shows Regis the wedding bead and explains that they had a Galahdian wedding and Galahdians wear beads instead of rings.

-Regis looked dangerously at Titus, who is following a cackling Ardyn into this disaster, and Titus sighs as he nods and confirms that bit of culture.

-Regis growls, deep and draconic in a way that makes Nyx’s teeth vibrate, then slowly lets Nyx down from the wall. He turns to his daughter and tells her that 1. she is in BIG TROUBLE for not telling him. Yes, he knows she’s a legal adult but she is his daughter, he is the king, and this is his HOUSE. He should have gotten at least three months heads up rather than finding out via Ignis saying “a glaive is sleeping with your eldest daughter”. 2. he won’t kill or fire her husband but he WILL be putting Nyx on suspension for lying to his king and FATHER-IN-LAW. and 3. he wants a Royal Wedding. He is GOING to walk his daughter down the aisle in a proper Lucian wedding ceremony so help him.

-Nox, not being an idiot and frankly wanting to keep her husband, agrees to these terms.

#SE asks #yozoraarashi asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Fem!Nox verse #Nox verse

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Running All Night Pt.1

When a classified Deployment to the Niflheim goes wrong and leads to a whole team of Kingsglavie but Luche dead, he now must find and fight his way out of the empire back to Lucis. all while trying to come to terms with those back home thinking him dead and fighting to keep his L’Cie brand closed just long enough to see Nyx one last time.

"When you said you’d be showing me something that involved a huge secret, I didn’t think you meant a tattoo, Lu.” Luche raised a brow at the tone Nyx was currently using as he stared down at the strange looking mark on his left wrist. Nyx was cradling the other’s hand between his own, running his thumb over the black ink on his skin. Or, at least Nyx thought it was Ink, it didn’t look anything like a tattoo would. Hell, he wasn’t even aware Luche had gotten any tattoos during their years of knowing each other. Sure, they didn’t spend every waking moment together, but it would hard for Nyx not to notice if Luche was making trips to the parlor to get this done. “But, yeah it’s-“

“Not a tattoo.” Luche cut in. his tone oddly serious all things considered. Nyx looked up at his blue-eyed boyfriend and was met with the sight of a look on his face he wasn’t used to seeing. Luche was many things, but; nervous, and scared was not one of them. the man liked to be cautious yes, he wa a strategist for the Kingsglaive, so he was all about plans and thinking of the best, most effective, and safest way to get things done. Was him showing him this mark really that huge of a deal that he looked so nervous? “Sometimes though, I wish it was.” He stated, pulling his hand back, easily spilling back on a black leather bracelet over the mark so it was hidden perfectly. This really wasn’t like Luche, so his look of shock turned to one of worry as he scooted closer to the other male. He glanced around the room, though Nyx logically knew that currently in the small apartment it was just him and Luche. The two had a rare day off together while the others were off on a deployment. “It’s a L’Cie brand.”

“L’Cie, wait I thought Ignis…. But his-“

“Is completely closed while mine is just starting to open, which isn’t a good sign.” Luche cut in, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You aren’t supposed to know this. Only the king, and his council are supposed to know. They say its for a security reason. They can’t nor do they want to risk the Empire finding out for fear of them seeing this a trump card for the Lucis Kingdom. Though, that’s basically what this is. Two L’Cie is better than one… if I could summon my Eidolon.” Nyx could tell that the other male was clearly upset and not in agreement with what the higher ups had in place. Nyx wasn’t sure he liked what he was hearing either, he had seen and heard of what ignis was going through when he became the first L’Cie to the Lucian kingdom. The extra training, the extra classes, more responsibility was put on his shoulders. But he didn’t see Luche having all that extra training.

“But, you don’t get the training Ignis is getting? And what in the world is a Eidolon?” Nyx asked, Luche let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. Frowning, Nyx reached over, taking the other male’s hands between his own, running his thumb over his knuckles. “Hey, hey… Lu, relax. Take things one step at a time. Okay? im going to be here all day and night. We can take all the time we want to go over what this means and is. Just please,” he said, reaching up with one of his hands and cupping his face gently. Nyx watched as Luche leaned into his hand, the stress and tension in his body slowly started to bleed out. Which is exactly what Nyx wanted, a stressed out Luche, was never a good Luche, a saying like the ‘Happy wife, happy life.’. “Now, lets start with something simple, the training. I’ve seen the training they are giving Ignis. Are you receiving that same amount of training?”

“No, it would be too obvious,” he started saying, scooting closer to the older male. “So, instead they keep me in the dark. They don’t tell me anything, allow me access to any information they do or do not have on L’Cie. The more in the dark I am, the better for them.” he sighed, finally moving so he was tucked up against Nyx’s chest, though he made sure to keep Nyx’s hand on his cheek. “I only know what I know because I sometimes get lucky enough to talk with a past L’Cie who happened to have the same Eidolon as I am supposed to have.”

“Okay, so that leads into my second question,” the older man said, kissing the top of Luche’s head for a moment, with his other hand he rubbed his back gently. “What’s an Eidolon? What is the point of one?” Nyx couldn’t fight the smile on his face when he felt Luche wrap his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. however, the younger didn’t respond right away. He stayed silent for a few moments, Nyx didn’t mind. It gave them both time to process the information and to process the fact that Luche had just disclosed information that no one else was supposed to know. He could only imagine the panic Luche was feeling in this moment, the younger was always good at hiding what he was feeling, what he was thinking. “Lu,” he got a hum in response, “Lu you know I love you right? That whatever this is, it’s not going to change anything, right?” Luche could only huff as he pulled away enough from the other man to look at him in the eyes. Nyx didn’t flinch when he felt his boyfriends place a hand on his cheek. “Don’t look at me like that. makes me think that your finally gonna take people’s advice and find yourself a better man.” at that, Luche snorted, chuckling at the statement, which was exactly what Nyx had been hoping to get out of him.

“Why are you like this? Why do I even love you?” he heard Luche ask playfully, Nyx could only grin and shrug before he reached out and took hold of his left wrist again. Luche paused, watching the other glaive carefully as the black, leather band was pulled off and away from the brand that seemed to haunt him everyday of his life. Though, he couldn’t ignore nor deny the sudden lump in his throat or the wetness in his eyes when he watched Nyx gently run his thumbs over the brand. He couldn’t stop the tears that managed to escape when he kissed said brand. As cheesy as it looked, and as cheesy as it was; this meant a lot to him. Especially when he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone of this, this was the one thing he kept hidden from Nyx for a long time. Luche gave a small chuckle, using his free hand to wipe the tears from his face. “Six, you are such an idiot.”

“But im your idiot. So that’s gotta count for something, right? Besides, you love it. otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.” he stated smugly, which earned him a light punch to the shoulder. “But, really, in all seriousness. Its going to be okay, Luche. Im sorry I didn’t notice sooner-“

“You weren’t supposed to find out or know. If anything, I’m sorry for keeping it form you for so long.” Luche cut in quickly, placing his hand on the back of Nyx’s neck pulling him in close and pressing their lips together. “Nyx, im telling you think now because I’ll be going away for a deployment in a few days,” he explained, sounding almost sad about it. usually if they did get deployed, they knew the other would be going away for a while, so they never really got sad about it. Luche though now, did not sound happy about leaving. “im not supposed to tell you where, but im going to anyway because I need you to know just in case anything happens, -“

“In case anything happens? Where are they sending you?”

“Niflheim.” Nyx froze the moment the word left Luche’s mouth. He felt his blood run cold and he was sure that he felt something in him shatter. Since when did they send glaive out into enemy territory, and to the heart of it? what the hell was the king thinking. “Nyx? Nyx look at me, hey,” the man blinked a few times and looked at the younger with worry. he hadn’t even realized that he had zoned out until his face was being held between Luche’s hands. “I…” shaking his head, Luche trialed off, his eyes closing as he pressed their foreheads together. “I got those orders the other night. I wont be leaving until a few days from today. Im sorry, but I had to tell you.”

“Let me guess, L’Cie business?” he asked, though his voice took on a slightly annoyed and angry tone. Though the hunter mentally kicked himself when he felt the flinch come from the younger male In front of him. “No, no, hey im sorry,” reaching out, he pulled the other man flush against his chest. Taking in a deep breath the man nuzzled his nose against the other’s. “Im not mad at you. never with you. just…of all the places, Niflheim? Its not safe, far from it.” this was Nyx ranting now by this point, and Luche would let him. “Whatever they send you in for, please come back. Okay?”

Luche merely smiled, pressing their lips together. He didn’t say yes or no, he didn’t even acknowledge the question. And he probably wouldn’t either. both knew very well that their jobs as Kingsglaive required them to take on dangerous missions and to be ready to give their lives for the sake of the Lucian kingdom. They knew exactly what they where signing up for when they came to the crown city, they couldn’t complain now, not this far in. “Come on, you own me a back rub,” Luche said, earning a small chuckle from Nyx allowing himself to be pulled to his feet and lead to their shared room. “By the way, as for your question on what an Eidolon is, its supposed to be a minor astral in a sense. They only appear to help their respective L’Cie in a moment of distress. Now help be to kill you or help you as in snap you out of it, that’s all up to you and if you let it kill you.”

“Six, what kind of bullshit-“

“Ah, back rub now, rant later.” Luche cut in, letting out a huff, Nyx gave him a fond smile as he was pulled to their room. Might as well enjoy the days he had with him before he would leave for Niflheim.

In the days that followed, Nyx was sure they hadn’t felt the apartment for in favor to stick with Luche. The one or two times he did leave was via the younger male’s request to go pick up a few things from the market. Otherwise, Nyx stayed in, held, kissed and just generally stayed within arm’s reach of Luche. Others would have found it annoying, however he could see that Luche appreciated said constant contact and affection. This went on for days, up until the day of departure for the younger of the two. Luche heaved out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, spilling on his boots flicking on the straps and such. His coat laid next to him along with a backpack. The mission was scheduled to last about two months. No more, no less. It consisted of all information gathering and planting in men that would serve as their eyes and ears within the empire. Running his hands down his face, the young of the two failed to notice when Nyx had stepped out from their room into the living room. So, when he felt a hand land on his shoulder he did startle but was quick to relax and lean against the shirtless body next to him. it was still dark outside, the sun hadn’t reached them just yet, probably not for another two or three hours at least. They stayed like this, both silent and enjoying the last few minutes they had together before Luche had to leave. “Be safe, okay? don’t do anything reckless,” Luche scoffed, pulling away and looking up at him, leaning up and kissing the other gently. “Luche,”

“I know. I’ll try to be safe. We shouldn’t be doing anything stupid. But you know as well as I do that things don’t always go as planned. But I’ll try. I promise I’ll try.” He replied, he sighed, kissing him again before he got to his feet, Nyx standing up with him as well. “I need to get going. I’ll be back before you even know it. just…just wait for me.” He said carefully, grabbing his coat and slipping it on as he used his other hand to snatch up his bag as he walked to the door. He turned to look at Nyx, frowning at the worried look on the blue-eyed male’s face.

“I love you till the sun falls out of the sky.” Nyx mumbled, wrapping his arm around the brown-haired man’s waist, pulling him in close against his chest. Smiling, Luche kissed him again.

“And I love you, you’ll be my sun should it fall.” He mumbled, pulling away from the older and nodding in a silent good bye as he stepped out of the apartment and over to where he would meet up with the others going on this deployment with him.

#nyche #luche lazarus #l'cie luche lazarus #nyx ulric #nyx ulric x luche lazarus

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I feel like this is one of those topics that is completely and utterly overshadowed. I want to delve deep into Luna’s mental health and states of it she goes through while growing up.

It’s not completely unheard of Luna being traumatized and suffering from C-PTSD. Real quickly, I will go into the difference between PTSD and C-PTSD for those who don’t know.

C-PTSD ( or complex post-traumatic stress disorder ) is a disorder categorizes by long periods of repeated trauma. PTSD is for one or few instances of trauma while C-PTSD is something that developed ( or worsens ) due to years worth of trauma.

And throughout the game and movie, we never really see Lunafreya struggling much with her own mental health. While Luna isn’t all too emotionally driven like Noctis, she undoubtedly suffered as much or near as much as he did.

Her time in captivity and under constant moderation has formed her hyper-vigilance. There would be a creeping sense of paranoia build up over time as well as the fear of being touched or having a voice raised at her. The Nifs certainly hadn’t been treating her with much care as shown in the dawn trailor. Why would they? She is their prisoner and they are free to do as they please. They are free to break her down and build her back up as if she is their own property. Her life is in their hands and they would have no qualms in holding such a fact over her head.

In the twelve years she had been under imperial rule, her resolve to aid the chosen king to his destiny did not waver. As said in my tarot card post, their physical, mental and emotional torment fueled her burning desire to gain control over herself once more and seek out freedom. This destiny wasn’t just her duty. It was a sense of freedom. To defy them and continue to do as she vowed, she was denying Nifs control over herself as well as a promise of new beginnings for their world. If she ever wanted to reach the end she had to push through and so she did. There was motivation to be found in a promise to save the people.

Her reluctance to manipulate Luche into putting on the ring stems from her fear of being similar to her captors. While a necessary evil, she is sensitive to the idea of being anywhere near their level. Again, though, she pushes forward. To be scared of the consequences of her actions is to lose the one hope she had for finally spreading her wings and flying away from the Nifs; even if it meant she die in the process.

This desperation to get away conflicts with the part of her that feels awful that she has to be the one to lead her childhood friend to his death. It’s a heartbreaking sacrifice and if she lets herself feel she will crumble. Lunafreya has kept up a front for something. She built it from the cuts and bruises. From the hands that touched her in despicable ways and the fear of being restrained. To feel is to give in and to recognize tragedy. Thus, logic becomes her main suit. If logic overpowers emotion then the worry of falling apart is far.

Her conflicting personality traits only tear down what little sense of self she even managed to keep. Underneath the mask, Lunafreya has no idea who she is. Her duty as Oracle is the only piece of her that makes sense and so she takes it seriously just as her mother did.

Emotions have to be strong and stable. Held must be held high and posture must convey a sense of confidence. It is not an option to be weak. There is defiance laced in her veins and it burrows in the marrow of her bones leaving poison in its wake. She wants to be cyanide. She wants to be sulfuric acid. To burn flesh and leave traces of conviction; a message that she will bite off fingertips of those who point in her face.

Yet, there are certain phrases that revert her into a frightened child.

Upon misbehaving, a Nif would always hiss the same words,”This is for your own good.” But what good was that? If she continued would they kill her? Would they beat her bloody and bruised? Luna was just a child, but they couldn’t care less. They’ll grab her arm until it purples and throw her to the ground. For awhile, she kept doing it in hopes they’d tire and ignore her. It became evident quickly that they spared no empathy for her situation, though.

To even hear this phrase quickly sends her into a flashback. Her eyes will widen a fraction and her blood runs cold. She’s not too visibly distressed, but the way her pupils dilate and how disoriented she seems to become is hard to miss. Her automatic response is so dissociate. Rarely does a breakdown happen in full. Luna shuts down completely and grows quiet and distant. A defense that her mind activates in order to protect her from further harm. Detaching ones self from reality invokes security. There seems to be no other way that she copes.

Lunafreya is a mess. A huge conflicting mess, but she struggles to find her sense of identity.

Her nightmares are too frequent. Dark circles under her eyes tell stories of long nights where she was too scared to sleep. Where she stared at the ceiling and drifted off into her own little world that she built in her head. Just for mere moments she is okay. There is no Gods, no prophecy, no death. She and Noctis spend hours together. She meets his friends. The Starscourge never existed. It’s all perfect and it’s right at the edge of her mind. Seeking solace in daydreams and dissociative states is all she has known.

Clinging onto her childhood and the time she and Noctis spend laughing and reading together. Playing in the fields and inhaling life as so desired.

Admitting to dependence on these memories and her calling makes her feel selfish. Guilt is riddled in her ribs and she avoids any self-evaluation.

#ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ ʳᵃʸˢ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢᵖᵉˡˡ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ; headcanons #honestly did any of this make sense ?????#no

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