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savage-rhi · 6 months

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Mending Shadows // Chapter 22

Summary:

Y/N was a simple Scavenger of Lucis, until meeting a deadly blow at the hands of an infected creature. At the crossroads of death, they are found by Niflheim’s cryptic Chancellor with his own agenda. Now bonded to Ardyn Izunia, and tossed into the world of Niflheim, Y/N struggles to cope with their new life as an Imperial Icon all the while battling their feelings toward their fate and that of Ardyn’s.

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There was not a single word or sentence that could describe the full magnificence of Altissa, but if Y/N had to assign it something, it would be “heaven on Eos.” Surrounded by waterfalls, canals, and vast architecture that could make the most stoic of men stop in awe, the capitol of Accordo demonstrated a mighty grace that matched the sea god who allegedly slumbered nearby. Y/N recalled a time where friends mentioned traveling here, and how if they had the gil to return, they would’ve settled in Altissa. The thought nearly brought a tear to Y/N’s eye as they grinned in admiration.

Y/N was so enraptured by the scenery, they nearly missed Ardyn beckoning them to stay close at his side after docking. Upon standing at his right, Y/N couldn’t help but notice his entire demeanor changed in an instant. The mask he was wearing this time around, was one of arrogance; but with the softened blow of a smile that demonstrated fealty. Dare say even his scourge felt off as Y/N captured a brief photograph of Ardyn’s feelings through their bond.

Taking their eyes off of Ardyn, Y/N stared past the Imperial officials who went ahead of Ardyn, and met the fierce gaze of Accordo’s state leader: Madam Secretary Camelia Claustra. Her smile was both intimidating and full of warmth, contrasting with her experienced features. Her clothes, dull greys and blues further amplified her older grace. Y/N could tell she had been through much, but her poise and confidence hid whatever woes she had swimming under the surface.

Ardyn had a talked a great deal about Camelia. It was one thing to hear about her no-nonsense energy, but another to be meeting it head on. Y/N felt it best not to say hello, and merely observe unless directed otherwise. This wasn’t a woman who liked to play games, nor did Y/N get the impression she could be won over with small talk. This had Y/N wonder what sort of trifling antics Ardyn was going to pull off, and they couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. Y/N was no fool. Despite Ardyn holding a reserved warmth for them, they knew he didn’t show compassion to most. It was one of the few misgivings they harbored toward him.

“Chancellor Izunia, warmest of welcomes.” Camelia stated with pride, giving a bow with her head to which Ardyn returned in favor with a formal bend and a tip of his hat.

“The honor is mine, dear Madam Secretary.” Ardyn smirked as he returned to form. He held out his arms for emphasis. “Might I compliment your radiance? It’s unfortunately not something my eyes are used to back home among the council of men with one foot in the grave!”

“Spare me the pleasantry, Chancellor. There is much preparation to be had for the betrothal ceremony, and your fleet arrived two days late.”

“I assure you, the extra precaution on our end was worth the wait. The empire cannot afford to doddle when it comes to security. You know that better than most with the recent assassination attempt on your head! I do hope your psyche has been seen to after such a horrid experience!” Ardyn oozed with false affection. The glint in his eyes further lit up when he saw Camelia’s throat tense as she held back what was no doubt an onslaught of profanities that wanted to creep past her lips.

“I may not have fought on the field, Chancellor, but I’ve had my share of battles that come with the task of keeping the people of Accordo safe. I appreciate the concern nevertheless.”

“But of course!” Ardyn nodded, his cadence lathered with impish elegance. “I do hope my concerns didn’t drudge up ill feelings?”

“None at all.”

Y/N had a feeling if Camelia didn’t have an audience, she would’ve ripped Ardyn a new one for the not so subtle jab. Nevertheless, they were surprised at how she had no fear calling Ardyn out on his bluff right out the gate. He didn’t seem bothered by it, and in fact chuckled amusingly.

“Your ambition is inspiring to us all in the realm of politics,” Ardyn complimented. He let out a sigh, and gestured for some of the Imperial soldiers near to begin gathering belongings off the airship. Once settled, he followed Camelia’s lead and began to walk at her side then subtly gestured to Y/N to stand behind him out of protocol.

It was once the group were off the docks and walking on land, did Camelia speak up.

“I do hope the accommodations my men are providing will suffice, Chancellor.”

“I don’t see why not,” Ardyn smiled. “Each time myself or a member of council have visited your land, we’ve been greeted with nothing but the best!”

“Speaking of visiting,” Camelia began. “How is your Emperor fairing these days? It’s been almost five years now since he’s witnessed Altissa’s splendor.”

“Ah,” Ardyn furrowed his brows, feigning a frown. “The poor man could use such a tranquil place to rest. The war has been unforgiving as you can imagine, yet we prevail! Speaking of, we have much to discuss about Lucis and future plans that Accordo should be in alignment with. I trust you have carved out time for conversation?”

“Of course,” Camelia stated. “Keeping our alliance stable is our highest priority. This wedding I hope will quell tension among my citizens who have been critical of our partnership.”

Although she had much conviction in her voice, there was a sadness to Camelia’s features as she finished her sentence that Y/N honed in on. It seemed she was crushed at the fact rebellion wouldn’t bear fruit. Not when Niflheim was keen on keeping people compliant with their goals. Y/N had mixed feelings. Though they were acting as a poster child for the empire, they didn’t like how shackled they made folks like Madam Secretary feel.

Y/N realized they must’ve been staring for too long, for Camelia and the rest of the entourage stopped. They swallowed as Camelia eyed them with scrutiny, and gestured after giving a slight huff.

“A pardon Chancellor, but who is this young thing following your side like a hound to a trail?” The jest had the group of Imperial officials and Accordo envoy’s chuckle.

“Oh dear, I’ve forgotten my manners!” Ardyn exclaimed. He shot a quick glare at Camelia, noticing how she savored the look of surprise he held seconds ago. He cleared his throat, and ever the cordial gentleman, gestured to Y/N with high regard.

“Madam Secretary, may I have the privilege to introduce Y/N Y/L/N, a new Imperial Icon of Niflheim. They are my guest of honor, and have kindly volunteered to aid me with matters involving the betrothal ceremony.”

Y/N wasn’t sure how to address one such as Camelia formally. This was something that Ardyn neglected to go over with them. Feeling the scourge rise in their chest, Y/N went with their first instinct without thinking, and Ardyn held in his breath.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Y/N said with a smile, presenting their hand out to Camelia. The older woman seemed taken aback at first, but even with the gasps coming from the Imperials and Envoys, she reached out for Y/N’s palm and took it into her own, giving a strong shake.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever had an Imperial greet me in this fashion.” Camelia smirked with amusement. Her eyes lit up in a manner that hadn’t been seen in a while. “You don’t strike me as a typical sort.”

“Forgive me,” Y/N laughed nervously, all the while trying their hardest to avoid Ardyn’s gaze. “I’m still getting my bearings.”

“Y/N is a former Lucian,” Ardyn cleared his throat, redirecting the conversation so as to not have Y/N potentially drag themself into a pit. “They had suffered much under their own country, and Niflheim has taken them in with open arms.”

“Oh yes,” Camelia said. Her demeanor seemed to shift as she let go of Y/N’s hand and regarded Y/N in a manner that suggested she felt pity for them if anything. “I’ve heard a great deal about you through word of mouth, the Lucian who abandoned everything.”

“It was not an easy situation,” Y/N stated, trying to ground themself. “Niflheim, and Chancellor Izunia have been generous to me. I owe Chancellor Izunia a great deal, and I look forward to helping him ensure this wedding goes through without a hitch.”

“How noble of you.” Camelia murmured.

For Y/N, it was hard to tell if Camelia felt disdain toward them or further pity. Probably a mix of both. Y/N imagined Camelia probably thought they were out of their mind for throwing allegiance to the empire, based on what Ardyn told them in the past about her history with Niflheim.

“Chancellor,” Camelia spoke up.

“Madam Secretary?”

“I’ve enjoyed meeting your companion, alas we have matters of privacy to discuss in the House of the Courts. If there is anything you’d like to disclose to your ally before we proceed, I’d suggest doing so now.”

“Pardon me for a second!” Ardyn grinned. He motioned for Y/N to follow as he led them both away from the main group. He waited until the eyes and ears of the gang were off himself and Y/N before whispering.

“You alright?”

“Mostly,” Y/N murmured, wincing at themself. “I can’t believe I screwed up formality. A handshake? What the hell was I thinking?”

“On the contrary, I think you made a good first impression.” Ardyn mused. He gestured with his chin over to Camelia, motioning for Y/N to briefly look upon her. “Trust my word, Madam Secretary isn’t one to return a favor in kind if she doesn’t care for the company.”

“Can I count on your personal experience to vouch for that?” Y/N snorted, seeing the raised brow Ardyn gave before further explaining. “You both seem to have it out for each other.”

Ardyn snickered. “Hate and admiration go hand in hand in politics. We both enjoy reminding the other of that. Regardless, your little stumble didn’t damage either of our respective reputations. I wouldn’t fret.”

Y/N sighed in relief, turning their attention back to Ardyn in full. “So what happens now?”

“Well,” Ardyn paused as he looked around, then settled his eyes on Loqui and Tuti from afar. He watched them assist with unpacking belongings from the airship, and gestured toward them. “Lieutenant Tummelt and Tuti will escort you to our lodging. From there, you’ll meet up with Ms. D’Bhara and her fellow socialites for an afternoon tour of the capitol. They’re expecting you for a luncheon after you become acquainted with your place of stay.”

“And here I thought I was going to have to jump through hoops in order to meet her.” Y/N said in surprise.

“I may have pulled some strings to get the ball rolling. Alas, I’m counting on you to find out what you can about the tomb.”

“What if she doesn’t tell me anything?” Y/N furrowed their brows worriedly.

“Even if the pair of you don’t become bosom companions, I’m sure she’ll let something slip.” Ardyn shrugged. “You’ll come to find that the rich and powerful, regardless of alleigence to country, love nothing more than to yak. Take it from someone who plays the game himself.”

Y/N did a poor job suppressing a giggle at Ardyn’s last remark. They both smiled at each other fondly, only to be interrupted by a small and plump man who approached and cleared his throat rather loud.

“Yes?” Ardyn irritably sighed.

“A pardon sir,” The man chirped. “The group is wondering if you’re close to wrapping things up?”

“One moment,” Ardyn held up a finger for emphasis before he gestured at the man to give Y/N and he some space. Once that was sorted, did he give his attention to Y/N. “I more than likely won’t see you until tomorrow. In the meantime, stay near Tuti and Lieutenant Tummelt, and don’t go outside of the capitol unless instructed otherwise.”

“At the rate you’re going with precaution, you’d give a mother goose a run for its gil.”

As much as Ardyn enjoyed the quip, and the soft giggle Y/N made, he remained firm.

“I’m being serious. I want you to stay safe. Although Accordo is an ally of ours, we need to be careful.”

“The same thing applies to yourself. I know you seem to enjoy rattling Camelia’s cage, but don’t bite off more than you can chew.” Y/N urged.

“You’re afraid on my behalf? How quaint.”

“I’m being courteous!”

“Y/N, promise me…”

“Alright,” Y/N murmured, sensing he was in no mood for further jest. “I promise I won’t do anything stupid.”

Despite the reassurance, the look of disbelief Ardyn gave them had Y/N roll their eyes.

“I won’t do anything stupid within reason.”

“That’s the spirit.” Ardyn grinned. He took Y/N’s right hand into his own, and bowed his forehead to their knuckles out of respect. “I’ll call on you later.”

He let go and offered one final glance of acknowledgement before the mask went back on. The dare say compassionate Ardyn was replaced by the mischievous Chancellor once again. Y/N watched as this character came out in full swing while Ardyn graced his presence to the group, and then they were off.

Y/N didn’t take their eyes off of Ardyn, not until he and the rest of the officials became specks in the distance. They swallowed, and felt a pain of sadness grow in their chest. It bloomed like a syelleblossom losing it’s petals before it’s prime.

Gods be damned… Y/N shook their head. The scourge fed the sentiment further. Y/N decided to redirect their emotions by forcing their feet to move them toward Loqui and Tuti’s location.

An hour later, and Y/N found themself in the lodging Ardyn and they would be staying at. For what was supposed to be a hotel room, it was quite vast and built like a small one story house with two bedrooms, a half kitchen, and a full bathroom. Like the rest of Altissia that Y/N had come to see, it had some beautiful architecture and felt more like a vacation dwelling than a temporary rest point for visiting foreigners.

“Like what you see?” Loqui quipped, laughing when he saw Y/N snap out of their thoughts and shot him a brief glare.

“I’m trying to keep in mind not to break anything. It all screams don’t touch me, I’m expensive.” Y/N laughed.

“I wouldn’t worry!” Tuti chirped as she hurriedly and with excitement began to rummage through her suitcase and put away things.

Loqui crossed his arms, moving out of Tuti’s way as he watched on with amusement. He couldn’t believe someone of such a smaller stature could zip through so many places at once.

“It’s all covered by Madam Secretary. But should the Chancellor tick her off, it’s not like he can’t afford this himself.”

“How much does it even cost to stay in a place like this?” Y/N asked while they found themself admiring some various plants that were strategically placed near the walls, complimenting the Mediterranean color palette.

“Easily 15,000 gil a night.” Loqui scoffed.

“15,000?!” Y/N exclaimed.

“You heard right!” Loqui laughed. He let out a grunt when Tuti collided into his chest. After a series of apologies, not giving the man the chance to counter her, did she make her announcement.

“I’m going to tidy up the bedrooms and then Y/N, we should get ready to meet the men and women of The Serpent Society!”

Loqui frowned when Tuti once more zipped away before smiling at Y/N. “If you don’t mind, I think I’m going to take advantage of being your assigned guard and treat myself to samplings in the kitchen!”

“Pfft, like that’s all I’m good for…” Y/N jokingly muttered. They ignored Loqui’s faint quip from the distance, and felt drawn to sliding doors that led to the deck.

When Y/N stepped out, they could feel the warmth of the sun crackle their skin. The pain was brief, and subsided the further they ventured out. Having Ardyn’s immunity to the rays of the star was a blessing that Y/N realized they had taken for granted. Regular daemons would either burn to a crisp, or suffer burns the likes of which would only add to their horrific appearance.

Y/N recalled watching that happen weeks ago when a barrage of Flexitusks were reported along the outskirts of Gralea. Ardyn had decided to capture some of the creatures for Verstael’s research, and Y/N accompanied him. The entities were formidable as they were savage, even catching Ardyn off guard at times, but he came out unscathed. The experience was both eye opening, and one Y/N didn’t want to repeat.

Ardyn had taught Y/N about daemons and their weaknesses that early dawn, and how such weaknesses either applied or didn’t to the likes of them. Y/N had learned from Ardyn, that though the sun couldn’t penetrate their skin to where they’d die; if a concentrated light source or magic based weapon were to be used against them, it would be a death sentence. Not for he, not for Adagium, however.

Y/N swallowed when they recalled Ardyn sharing with them that Accordo had such a weapon on hand for daemons before they departed for Altissa. They made a fist, suddenly glimpsing the image of the three people they had slain long ago; imagining the light that left their eyes merging into a singular source. Swooping from the heavens to consume Y/N and the darkness that writhed under their flesh.

While the trauma of that ill fated night remained with them day by day, Y/N did what they could to keep it under lock and key. Ever since Ardyn and they shared a bleedthrough, and he had bore a taste of their suffering, Y/N didn’t want him to experience the night they had become a daemon. Not after what they had seen through his eyes when he lost Aera.

It dawned on Y/N how much they missed him already.

“You alive in there?”

Y/N fell out of their thoughts as Loqui walked over to their side. He smiled and handed a piece of an orange to Y/N. They popped it into their mouth and chewed.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About all the duties you have in Altissa?” Loqui inquired.

“More or less,” Y/N shrugged and smiled after swallowing the fruit. “I haven’t seen much of you these past two weeks.”

“Been busy chasing away Lucian spies from the coast with Commodore Aranea. It’s been quite riveting,” Loqui said sarcastically, and then smirked at Y/N. “Did you miss me that much?”

Y/N snorted. “Only your wits.”

“Owch!”

“You asked!”

“Point taken!” Loqui chuckled as did Y/N.

Loqui’s gaze of admiration made the tempo of Y/N’s pulse stutter. While it was endearing and Y/N had valued the friendship that had grown between themself and he, there was something about the way he stared that had Y/N nervous. Nervous enough to change the subject.

“What’s the status on your dad? I haven’t heard anything about him for a while.”

Loqui let out a content sigh, enjoying the cool breeze that picked up while he and Y/N admired the tropical scenery before them.

“Dad’s stationed in Galahd currently. That side of Lucis is in another stalemate battle wise, so while there’s no bloodshed, everyone’s on edge. Y’know, I’m surprised but grateful Chancellor Izunia approached me to be your guard on this trip. It’s gonna be nice having a distraction, not worrying about dad or whatever is going on over there. Although, I’d be lying if I didn’t feel left out. I feel like I should be fighting alongside him, but…I’m stuck at homebase.”

Y/N furrowed their brows, recalling previous conversations they had with Loqui about his military pursuits. Some men were born to be farmers and politicians. From birth, they felt a calling. It was no different than Loqui’s passion for battle; he was meant for it. Nevertheless, Y/N worried about him. It seemed as of late all he fixated on was either following his fathers footsteps, or being left behind in his shadow.

While Y/N hadn’t been brought up in that manner, they could relate to Loqui’s need of wanting to prove himself. Y/N reached a hand out to Loqui’s shoulder, and gave a small squeeze. They giggled as did he when their nails scratched at the shoulder padding of his uniform.

“Your dad is strong. I believe he’ll be alright, but I can understand why you’re scared. For what it’s worth, I think he’d be proud of the things you’ve been accomplishing for Niflheim.”

Loqui smiled sincerely once Y/N let him go. “You really think so?”

“Yeah! If I didn’t have faith in that, I wouldn’t have asked the Chancellor for you to be my guard in the first place.”

Loqui made a face, crossing his arms as he averted his eyes. He chuckled afterward.

“What?” Y/N asked flabbergasted, worried they might’ve hurt him in some way.

“I had an inkling Chancellor Izunia’s request wasn’t out of the good graces of his heart. I should’ve known better.” Loqui responded with bitter amusement. He made it clear however he held no ill will toward Y/N as he grinned. “How in the six did you convince him to hire me?”

“He knows pissing me off won’t get him anywhere, for starters.” Y/N snorted. “Also you and your dad are the only two I feel remotely comfortable around for a job like this. I’ve been an imperial citizen for a while, but I’m wary. I know there’s still a great number of people that don’t care for me. I told the Chancellor I didn’t want to put myself in a risky situation with people I’m not familiar with.”

Y/N couldn’t help but notice both the disdain and intrigue that Loqui wore on his face. It reminded Y/N of a child being told of something interesting, but it came with resentment.

“At this rate, you almost sound like a married couple!” Loqui scoffed in jest.

Y/N gasped, slugging his shoulder they had gently squeezed moments ago. “Bite your tongue!”

Loqui laughed hard, ignoring the pain. “No, but seriously, how have things been living with the guy?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Y/N balked.

“Why can’t you just answer it?” Loqui teased. He giggled at the roll of Y/N’s eyes.

“He’s better than roommates I’ve had in the past, I’ll give him that.” Y/N shrugged. “He’s been kind to me. Er, as kind as someone like him can be to another person I should say.”

“He hasn’t made you…uncomfortable, right?”

“Come again?”

“Forgive me for being forward. Has he physically imposed himself upon you in any fashion?”

Y/N’s brows furrowed at the emphasis of Loqui’s tone. It took them but a moment to realize what he was driving at. A part of Y/N felt honored that Loqui was checking to be sure the Chancellor wasn’t being predatory toward them, and yet Y/N also felt tempted to slap him across the face for insinuating something that despising about Ardyn.

Y/N’s memories traveled back to the Vixen, and the day Ardyn fed upon them. While he lost himself in the thrill of consumption and brought them to the edge of death, Y/N never felt he would take advantage of their vulnerability. While Ardyn had been creepy in the past, and at present too flirtatious for his own good, Y/N couldn’t see him going to the extent Loqui implicated.

“He’s never hurt me like that,” Y/N murmured firmly in Ardyn’s defense. “Where is this coming from?”

Loqui bit the inside of his cheek. “I’ve upset you, and I apologize. It’s just---”

“Just what?”

Loqui sighed. “The last several times you and I have had audience together, I’ve noticed him having no care toward your boundaries. That, and he leans a lot into you.”

“Leans?”

“Leans.”

Y/N raised their brows, making a face before they snorted. This was getting more baffling by the second. “Okay, time out, what do you mean by leans?”

“He was, well…leaning toward you!”

Y/N shook their head. “I’m not following, Loqui. Is this because I gave him a brief side hug after the imperial banquet?”

“No, no, you’re misinterpreting me. A side hug is way different than this...” His voice trailed off as he approached Y/N calmly, getting into their personal space. He consistently watched to be sure he wasn’t being aggressive while giving his demonstration. He offered a playful smile, all the while capturing Y/N’s eyes with his own.

Y/N swallowed as they felt their back press to one of the beams on the deck that was holding up another above them. They could feel Loqui's breath fan over their skin as he spoke.

“This is what the Chancellor was doing, leaning in to admire you. Does this answer your inquiry?”

The intimacy was thick, as was the deep blush that crept against Y/N’s cheeks. They nodded in reply, for no words could move past their lips.

“Ahem,” Tuti cleared her throat from the distance. She glanced between Loqui and Y/N, watching the former back off suddenly before making her pleasantries. “Y/N we should be getting ready. It’s important for you to be punctual while in Altissa.”

“I couldn’t agree more!” Y/N responded. They turned their attention to Loqui, giving a small bow with their head. “I’ll speak with you later?”

“Of course.” Loqui murmured, furrowing his brows as he returned the bow. He watched Y/N quickly retreat back into the residence. Not long after, he sighed and decided to leave the lodging so he could scout the area. The defeat in his eyes lingered as he watched Tuti and Y/N venture down the hall. Loqui contemplated what his next moves should be. The warnings from his father echoed through his mind as he left after shutting the door behind him.

As Tuti led Y/N to their bedroom, they let out a sigh of relief as did she.

“You okay?” Y/N asked.

“I should be asking you that.” Tuti smirked, although her eyes held concern. “I didn’t want to overstep, yet I couldn’t help but notice you looked uncomfortable. Did I ruin the moment?”

They shook their head in response to her question. Y/N had an epiphany as Tuti dragged them further into the dwelling to change.

Y/N liked Loqui, and even admired him a great deal. He had been nothing but chivalrous and like Tuti, a confidant that they felt safe navigating Niflheim with. By all accounts, it was a miracle to be in the good graces of someone with the prestige he had. However, Y/N was uncertain they could return what Loqui sought of them. Not when Ardyn’s smile once again invaded their thoughts, and their body shuddered.

“No, you didn’t.” Y/N murmured.

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TITLE: Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 46/47

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

RATING: Explicit

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

SERIES: The Fall Part 1 of 4

It was like the gates of heaven opened up and you heard the angels sing. You wondered if this was how true awe felt like as you gazed upon the walls of water that surrounded you and your friends on all sides. The city state of Altissa was like something out of a fairy tale, with light blue and ivory buildings, clear canals in place of hard concrete roads, and the scent of baked bread following you wherever you went. But your awe was short lived. As much as you wanted to enjoy being in a foreign land, you couldn't escape the yoke of guilt that had your heart in a chokehold.

You promised yourself that you would reveal everything to Gladiolus once you reached Altissa during the boat ride. But now that you were here, you felt like a chicken who just got its head choked off, your anxiety reaching its limit. You breathed around the panic-induced noose around your throat, your anxiety retreating but never truly leaving.

The thought to postpone the conversation with Gladiolus tickled the back of your skull. It wouldn’t be bad to give it another day, right? The five of you weren't even in Altissa for more than fifteen minutes, and with the mission looming over your heads, it would probably be a good idea to keep your lips sealed until after Noctis gained Leviathan's blessing. You nodded to yourself, making another silent oath you swore this time not to break. Gladiolus didn't deserve to have the weight of your infidelity on his shoulders while he tried to evacuate the city. This was for his benefit and not yours.

Feeling a little looser, but not at all completely relaxed, you traversed the pristine sidewalk of the fairy tale city. Your group's first destination was the first secretary of Accordo’s office, madam Camellia Claustra. Without her enthusiastic support, there was no way Noctis and Lunafreya would be able to commune with the water goddess. The fate of the mission rested upon her decision and whether or not the prince could successfully sway her to their side.

You welcomed the pressure of the mission like a welcoming embrace, hoping it would replace the shadow of your transgressions that haunted every corner of your mind. You would've been successful if Gladiolus hadn't suddenly pulled away from the group, saying he had an errand to run and would meet up with everyone at the hotel they pre booked in advance.

Anxiety punched you in the gut, causing the impact to reverberate through your muscles. Gladiolus hadn't mentioned having to run an errand during the boat ride. He only just recently revealed his reason for parting from the group before. And this time couldn't have been for training purposes. What if he sensed your betrayal? What if he finally put your long silences and distance together and came to the inevitable conclusion? Terror clawed up your throat, making your esophagus burn like it had just been scratched from the inside. You weren't ready for him to find out yet.

The rest of your group moved on without him, meanwhile you were silently falling apart behind them. Your anxiety hadn't quelled even once you arrived at the secretary’s office. You paced the polished maple wood floors, dread riding on your back, causing a restless energy to zing through your limbs like a ball flying off the walls.

Noctis had disappeared into the secretary's office while you and your friends waited in the adjoined sitting room. The only sound in the air was your pacing footsteps. There was no concealing your nervousness. It was palpable, almost tangible in its intensity, as though you could touch it and grab it. Your ceaseless pacing seemed to catch your friends' attention since Prompto asked, “you okay?”

Nerves leaped off your shoulders as you looked at him, as though you forgot you were with company. Your throat refused to comply when you tried to swallow, your tongue as dry as the lands you hailed from. “Y-yeah.” You stuttered. “Just a little nervous.”

“Don't be, Noct's got this!” He flashed you one of his cheerful smiles. You gave him a weak one in response, one that was weighed down by the chaos you hid behind it.

“He may not look as such, but Noct is well versed in the game of politics, such was his education from birth.” Your adopted brother added from his position against the wall. “Have faith in our prince, he'll see this through.”

You nodded your head, wringing your hands as you did. Their encouraging words did nothing to soothe your frayed nerves. They were completely in the dark, ignorant to what was truly occupying your every thought. You stopped your pacing to look at them, a bottomless sadness made your chest feel empty. You wondered how they would react once it all came out. Once they found out about your infidelity.

They would surely hate you. You would lose your boyfriend and your friends all in a single day. The inevitability of it all made you want to crumble to your knees and wail for all of Altissa to hear. In the back of your mind, you heard dream Ardyn’s words of warning, his foretelling of events to come. Your arms froze over with goosebumps as you remembered. ‘Even if you don’t, who is to say your friendships won’t suffer as a consequence? Do you really think they would keep you in their little boy’s club if you become an inconvenience?’

You bit the inside of your bottom lip, he was right. Everything he said in your dream was true. Despite being friends with the boys for years you still didn’t enjoy the same bond they had with each other. They would choose Gladiolus.Your eyes misted with tears and you rubbed them to keep your tears at bay. Who knew the riff in your friendship would be caused by your own hands, not your overestimated incompetence in battle, or uselessness after three or four heals, but a choice that was completely avoidable.

Just like what your dream foretold, your friendship would suffer as a consequence and you would no longer be a welcomed guest in their club. Fifteen minutes of dreadful silence passed when Noctis returned to the waiting room, a triumphant smile on his face that let you know he succeeded in his task. Your smile was weak as your friends celebrated, with pats on Noctis’ shoulder and words of praise.

Out of the three of them Noctis would be the least forgiving. The two of you weren’t necessarily close, at least in comparison to you and Prompto or even your adopted brother. You considered Noctis a friend and you were sure he considered you one as well. But your connection was flimsy in comparison to the familial bond he had with Gladiolus. He would surely be the first to discard you and not look back. A putrid taste singed the back of your throat at the thought of being the subject of his contempt. The thought of his deep blue eyes cut you before it could even happen.

After going over some of the plan, you and the boys journeyed over to the hotel. It was much more opulent than the Leville in Lestallum, with a ghostly white exterior, high archways, and a collection of square and arching windows. Its reflection rippled over the crystal clear water of the canal as you entered. Geometric shapes decorated the wooden floors of the lobby where you checked in.

Riding the elevator to the third floor, you separated from the boys to go to the room you shared with Gladiolus, possibly for the last time. An unrelenting knot tightened your throat as you wondered if your boyfriend was inside, waiting to have a talk with you. Your stomach twisted with unease, the door creaking open as you entered. Much to your relief the room was deadly silent and Gladiolus was nowhere to be found.

Something scarlet red caught your attention and you looked at the bed. Sitting on top of the plush blanket was a long evening gown. It spilled over the white comforter like blood, leading your eyes to the pair of silver heels on the floor. You approached the bed, your chest tightening when you touched the dress and found it was velvety soft and silky smooth. It was no doubt expensive and definitely not a welcome gift from the hotel.

That only left Gladiolus. A pang shot through the muscles holding your chest together. The feeling worsened when you noticed a folded piece of paper on top of the dress. When you opened it and read it you felt worse than dirt. Gladiolus wanted you to put on the dress and meet him downstairs in the lobby by 7pm. You looked at the clock hanging on the wall, the hands pointing at 6 pm. That only gave you an hour to prepare.

You weren’t sure what Gladiolus had planned, but whatever it was you were sure it would only plant the knife in your chest six inches deeper. Throwing on the dress, you painted your face as best you could with the little make up you brought with you. You were on the elevator riding down to the lobby with five minutes to spare.

You spotted Gladiolus immediately once the elevator door opened. He was leaning against the wall, his broad muscled form concealed behind a black suit. His shoes were polished and shone under the fluorescent light, his hair combed smooth and flowed down his neck. The sound of your heels clacking against the floor caught his attention and he smiled the moment he met your eyes.

You squeezed your hand with the other and forced yourself not to look down at the floor. This would be the last time you would be on the receiving end of one of those smiles. The last time you would be able to appreciate his beauty, his love, his intelligence, everything you took for granted.

Once you were close enough, he handed a bouquet of roses to you. Crimson like the color of overflowing wine and white like the sight of freshly fallen snow. You accepted the flowers and gave him a smile you hoped didn't look as forced as it felt.

“Thank you.” You muttered. “What is all of this for?”

“There's a five star restaurant here”, he nodded his head towards the opulent looking door beside him. It towered over the other doors in the lobby and was fashioned in intricate carvings of gold and silver. “Thought it would be good to check it out. It's been a while since I did something like this for you. We may be here for only a short while but you deserve to experience what this city has to offer.”

Tears filled your eyes without your consent. You tried to blink them away but they overflowed down your cheeks anyway. Gladiolus stiffened. His eyes slightly widened with panic and worry. “What’s wrong?”

Everything. The fact that you cheated, that you betrayed a good man who didn’t deserve your disloyalty. The fact you would lose your place in the group before the mission was over. Instead of saying what was on your mind, you sniffled and gently wiped the tears from under your eyes. “I just…been feeling overwhelmed lately.” You said. “I just want everything to stop already.”

Circling his arms around your waist, he brought you into his warm and safe embrace. The beat of his heart played a gentle tune in your ear, his deep voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke. “This’ll all be over soon.” He promised. “ Noct will gain all of his ancestors' blessings along with the gods, he'll reclaim Lucis from the Nifs and he and Lunafreya will get married and everything will go back to normal.” He pulled away from you a bit to look down at your tear-streaked face. His lips quirked in a half smile as he delivered the finishing blow, “maybe after all of this we could get married, I wouldn't mind tying the knot in a city like this”.

Your chest shattered into a million pieces, leaving your heart beating and abandoned on the floor. Did he just propose to you? Horror froze your face in a state of shock. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do. He essentially promised to marry you and you were planning on breaking up with him. Without knowing what else to do, you plastered a weepy smile on your face and let him kiss you. It felt like the weight of the world was crushing your shoulders, shoving you deep into the pits of the earth.

#fanfiction #fanfic #a03 fanfic #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv ardyn #ardyn izunia #final fantasy xv #ardyn izunia x reader #ardyn x reader #final fantasy x reader #gladiolus amiticia #gladiolus x reader #ffxv gladiolus #noctis caelum #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #ff15 ardyn

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novuscaelum · 3 months

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Why? Why did he have to come all the way to Altissa? Granted the Prince didn't really mind much or wouldn't have if it wasn't for his destination. "I'll be fine, Mom. Don't worry." Novus called as he waved to Lunafreya who would only be a few stores down. With a gulp, the door handle was grasped and pushed inward revealing mirrors upon mirrors and bolts of fabric. Tailoring.

Why did getting new suits have to be a thing anyway? The last time he was here had to at least been five years ago when he was little. Guess it was time for a new one anyway. With a sigh, the eight-year-old looked around as the entrance bell chimed figuring he could at least tell his Mother that he'd attempted to find someone in the store. Maybe they were out to lunch? "Hello? Uh...is anybody here?"

Wandering deeper inside the store, Novus poked his head around the checkout counter wondering if there was some sort of secret trapdoor that led to some kind of underground area like in books and comics. Not seeing anything, the boy righted himself up again. "If there's not I can just come back later or s-" Narrowing his eyes, Novus could have sworn he'd overheard some noise coming from a backroom. "Are you okay back there whoever you are? Uh...I can get my Mom if you want me to!"

@hautevaux

#hautevaux #// if you'd like me to change anything feel free to let me know ^^

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starjunco · 1 year

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Day 4: Shortness of Breath (Ao3)

Iris watched the TV as the aides put the documents on the table.

“This is taking forever,” Talcott muttered, letting his heels fall back against the couch with a thump.

“Don’t kick the furniture, please,” Jared said, his eyes fixed to the screen.

Iris smiled at Talcott. “Government stuff always does.”

A boom brought Iris’ gaze to the picture window. Smoke and fire rolled from the center of the Citadel. The Wall shined bright then shattered.

Iris sat straight up and looked back at the TV. The room was absolute chaos — everyone on their feet, weapons everywhere. The feed went black.

“Go get your bags!” Jared ordered.

“What?” Iris stared at the black square inside the news station’s overlay. Her brain couldn’t make sense of what the reporters were saying.

“The bag your father told you to pack — go get it now,” Jared explained as he hurried Talcott toward the Hester’s rooms. The boy kept trying to look at the screen.

Her dad said they might go to Altissa with the King after the signing. Told her to pack now because there wouldn’t be much notice.

She did, of course, but this wasn’t—

Her chest felt tight but she rushed to her feet and ran upstairs. She tossed a couple last minute things into her bag — her photo album and a plush she’d had since she was a baby. When she looked back up, she saw movement out her window.

Ships.

Imperial airships.

Moving toward the Citadel.

She couldn’t breathe.

#ffxv #kingsglaive #iris amicitia #talcott hester #jared hester #almost forgot to put this one on here!#day 4 #shortness of breath #whumpcember2022

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prynacle · 1 year

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The dress is being produced by none other than Vivienne Westwood, Altissa’s premier designer.

Transcript:

Newscaster The dress is being produced by none other than Vivienne Westwood, Altissa’s premier designer.

First-rate chefs from around the world have assembled in Altissa to cater the wedding. The team is crafting a menu rich with delicacies, including caviar fresh from the Baia di Celluna.

Flowers have also been flown in to fill the bouquet Lady Lunafreya will carry as she walks down the aisle.

#Lunafreya Nox Fleuret #Vivienne Westwood #FFXV #Final Fantasy XV #FF15 #Final Fantasy 15 #audio #caudio #mine #lines

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jenkatkatzilla · 2 years

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𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 - 𝑭𝑭𝑿𝑽

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #finalfantasyxv #Altissa #my screenshots #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv noctis #𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂'𝒔 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉 - 𝑭𝑭𝑿𝑽

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seradyn · 2 years

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Hey I saw your requests were open and I can't really find anyone else open to requests for Ardyn at the moment. And as a little brain rot I was hoping for maybe Fluffish or normal-ish Cannon ardyn with a reader who has a similar curse to his but refuses to embrace the darkness and only indulges it if someone was in trouble?

And this kind of leads to incredibly painful and messy nights where it tries to consume them? I actually thought a lot about this but no one roleplays online here or at least I haven't found them. But the person in question is hidden in the bathroom of a hotel in the shower to kind of censor out their pained cries but is obviously inevitably found out?

Sorry for the long ask! Again it's kind of a concept I like working on with each passing hyper fixation.

They Come At Night

Thanks for the request!

Reader, afflicted with the same curse as Ardyn, struggles to keep the daemons under her control. With Ardyn busy being a politician, the monsters have a chance to strike.

For @ducttapewizard

Word count: 2310

TW: none

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It was hard to keep yourself straight sometimes, with all the daemons that called your body home.

So many voices, always clamoring for an ounce of your attention, congealing into a writhing beast that twisted and squirmed deep inside you. You could feel them crawling under your skin, whispering pleas for just a second, just a moment to release their power. The tiniest morsel of freedom would do. They could make the misery of eternal life disappear.

You knew better, knew those moments would turn to minutes, then hours so easily, the terrible darkness that would seep from you as it burned itself into every one of your nerves. You’d given in before, had fallen for their honeyed words, only to be horrified at yourself, watching helplessly as your form was contorted with the flailing limbs of all manor of different monsters. The times when you weren’t able to control your power often ended in you waking up surrounded by your dismembered victims.

Given centuries to practice, you had developed a detailed mask to conceal them. You cherished that persona, determined to keep it in place no matter what happened. The times when it slipped, it broke you to see the fearful looks of your kin, the cries of ‘monster’. You learned quickly, after escaping your prison on that stormy island, that even if you used your curse for the good of others, they always responded the same. Always met with wide, horrified eyes and screams of terror.

During the day, it was much easier to be yourself, display the shreds of humanity you held so dear.

But at night, the daemons would stir, filling your mind with thoughts of maring flesh from bone, of making those humans pay.

Whenever you lost control, you felt the miasma sear as it escaped through the cracks of your withered body. The black veins that wrapped around your arms, your neck, your legs, so much like those chains from before, and you were just as powerless to stop it. Your face would become damp with tears, the same color as your corrupt, oily blood. You’d grimace, for you knew soon the anger would come boiling up, like a volcano ready to explode, blinding you to anything other than the desire to destroy…murder…kill.

There was one thing that could break you from your trace. Your lover since time immemorial, imprisoned with you in that wretched place two thousand years ago. He had allowed himself to be consumed by the anger, the rage, and in exchange for his surrender, he had a much firmer grasp on his daemons. Although he knew how hard you tried to stay strong, to fight back their fury. He was the only one who could calm you, reminding you how much you meant to him, how important you were to his own stability. Yes, Ardyn had always been your rock, grounding you and driving away those disgusting thoughts.

Though now, when you needed him most…he was, of course, absent.

You’d thought you’d be fine for the trip to Altissa, a voyage born of necessity. Ardyn had limitless duties, which came with the title of Chancellor. The Emperor had demanded he travel to the far country of Accordo, to remind them that they were, in fact, a part of the empire. The whispers of rebellion were beginning to swell, and Ardyn had been ordered to discuss the matter with Accordo’s officials. So off you’d both gone to the capital, using the time as a pseudo vacation of sorts. Though much to your dismay, your lover was kidnapped by endless meetings, hardly having any time for you. That morning, you’d awoken to an empty bed, his side long since cooled of his body heat. A note he’d left with swirling script told you he’d be gone until that evening.

The daemons used his absence as a perfect opportunity.

While out enjoying the lavish architecture of the floating city, you’d felt the familiar wriggling of your malicious parasites. The takeover had started off slow, the soft push of another’s will on the corners of your mind. You’d immediately stamped it out ruthlessly, continuing to savor your time in the oceanic city. You adamantly refused to let them get their way, holding your ground against the hatred that churned in your heart.

But they were persistent. Patient.

Once you were back in your shared hotel room, you delighted in the view of a lazily setting sun, watching it through the floor to ceiling windows in the main room. Ardyn was still away, something about more official business coming up unexpectedly. You found politics rather dreary, so you’d opted to stay behind. You missed him, of course, but you wouldn’t let it damper your mood, relaxing on the plush cushions of the designer couch you’d draped yourself on.

And so suddenly, like a slap that cracked across your face, they made themselves known again. Reminding you what they’d done to you, those bothersome humans, how you’d been betrayed by the very people you gave your body and soul to. For pulling the malice from them, for returning life to them, you and Ardyn had been gifted such endless suffering. Try as you might to push them back down, to bury them, today, the daemons weren’t having it.

The pain preceded their possession, roasting your delicate skin and filling your nose with the smell of charred flesh. Your eyes grew wide, and your heart increased its tempo, filled with fear at yourself, at what they might make you do.

It was a split second decision. You bolted off the couch, feet pounding onto the carpeted floor as you ran towards the bathroom. Flicking on the light, you slammed the door behind you, just as you felt your will beginning to dissolve. You crumpled onto the floor, hugging your legs to your chest and burying your face in your knees. There, you gently rocked yourself, trying to sooth your violent urges, the prick of black tears piercing your eyes.

The sobs came soon after, until you were openly weeping, drenching your pants and face in the disgusting, sticky liquid. Your throat closed, choking the air from your lungs, stuttering breaths providing minimal relief. Your nails dug into the tender flesh of your calves, trying to clamp down on the rage that spilled into your blood. You prayed to anything that would listen, begging that no one would see you in such a valuable state, losing the battle with the daemons you chose to harbor. You didn’t want them to see how weak you were, how you’d failed to keep a hold on your darkness. You tried so damn hard to fight it…but it was never enough.

The tile bit into your tailbone after a while, but it hardly mattered. Not when inhuman screaming and roaring filled your ears, their hatred all consuming. You knew you surely looked a mess by now, your veins now black with tar, your eyes clouded with darkness. You hated how you looked in such a state, the way your humanity was stripped away to reveal the monster beneath. The midnight cracks that appeared on your skin, such a stark contrast to your pale complexion. It only made your flaws all the more obvious.

And it was all your fault.

You were a pathetic failure.

You bit your bottom lip to keep the howling wails of despair inside, knowing it could alert someone to your plight. Even then, wet sniffles and gasping sobs still escaped, the pain and the anger and the disappointment becoming entirely too much.

You heard something through your crying, but you didn’t even bother lifting your head. Footsteps rapidly came through your hotel room, bringing someone right outside the room you huddled in. You knew who it must be, for only Ardyn had a key to the room…yet you found no comfort in that.

Don’t come in here.

Don’t see me like this.

Don’t find me.

But he always knew you liked to hide when you got like this.

The door smashed open, reverberating against the wall so hard there might’ve been damage. Your daemons hummed in glee, feeling the presence of their comrades in your lover. It only made them bolder, their desire burning hotter, brighter.

You shuddered, hoping Ardyn would just go away. You didn’t want him to see how you’d failed again, how you’d been broken like a flimsy twig. It happened so rarely these days, but whenever it did, it erased all the progress you’d made towards controlling them. Ardyn was able to do it so effortlessly, and yet here you were, struggling to maintain the urges he’d mastered centuries ago.

It was embarrassing.

How weak must he think you were?

Pathetic.

The rustling of clothes told you he’d come down to your level, now sitting on the floor with you. You tried to swallow down your sniffles and hiccups, despising it when people saw you cry.

Two sturdy limbs wrapped around you, lifting you up and depositing you on something soft. Warm breath fanned across your scalp, displacing your unkempt hair. Ardyn’s chest expanded and contracted into your side, his heartbeat somewhere to your right. He held you in his lap, bending his knees to cradle you there, enveloping you in his protective frame. Arms closed around you tightly, one hand coming up to card through your locks.

The shame quickly was abandoned, unable to care as you devoured the empathy he offered you. You traded your legs for Ardyn’s vest, turning your body into him, clutching it with both hands and burrowing your face into the expensive fabric. The tiny thread of comfort he’d stitched into your heart was intoxicating. You needed more. You needed him to banish what you could not, make the daemons retreat and never come back. The way he held you, it etched his emotions into the patterns he traced on your back.

His touch was so wonderfully loving, so deeply intimate. A soft balm to your soul, that took its time working through your body. Spots of affection broke through as Ardyn held you, the burning anger soothed as he reassured you with his existence. His actions spoke of things neither of you had the courage to say, easing your worries with the brush of fingers, the scrape of a short beard.

I will love you despite this evil. You are worthy of love, not in spite of your flaws, but because of them.

The heat of fury was beginning to fizzle, replaced with the glowing embers of devotion.

He rested his head against yours, pushing soft kisses into your hair. His stubble was rough on your sensitive flesh, but it was effective in distracting you from your internal torment. He gently shushed you, a slow swooshing sound reminiscent of being inside a mother’s womb. His breathing was calm and even, reminding your own lungs to relax. One hand was pressed into the small of your back, while his other slowly dragged down the back of your head.

So much patience. So much love.

Your skin began to cool, the daemons repelled by Ardyn’s light. Your grip on his shirt loosened, your breathing synced with his. He hummed in approval, noticing the tension that oozed from your muscles. He rewarded you with longer kisses, whispering gentle encouragement as you were brought back from the edge.

“That’s it, my love,” he purred, barely audible in your panicked state. “Keep going.”

You let out a long sigh, letting go of the last of your anger with it. Soon, the daemons were nothing more than a memory, locked away in the bowels of your being. You tentatively leaned back, allowing Ardyn to see your disheveled face. When you looked at him, expecting abhorrence, you were met with the sweetest smile, his expression the picture of adoration.

“There she is,” he cooed, pushing back a loose strand of hair from your face.

The ghost of a smile graced your own features, making him all the more pleased. He used one thumb to lightly wipe the tears away, his palm resting against your cheek. You nuzzled into it, letting out another sigh as he soothingly cleaned your face. You closed your eyes in bliss, relishing in the warmth of his calloused skin. It all screamed I love you. You matter to me. And that was what you desperately needed to hear.

Ardyn surprised you further though, being the charming romantic that he was. He bent forward, grazing his delicate lips on your other cheek. You gasped lightly, tilting your head for him as he kissed away the last of your tears. His own eyes closed, basking in how lovely your supple skin was, how it gave wonderfully under his mouth. You were a treasure, his treasure, and nothing would take you from him, human or otherwise.

When he parted from you, your eyes fluttered open, offering a weary smile in thanks. It vanished instantly when you noticed the black liquid that covered his lips. A spike of shame impaled your heart, knowing your scleras must still be dark and corrupt. Though he smiled, watching you with golden eyes that crinkled in the corners, filled with compassion.

“Feeling better?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice yet, grinning as you both knew he was the reason why. He always did this, always cured you of any heartache with ease. You’d been afraid when it started happening, afraid this would be the final straw that would make Ardyn realize how pitiful you were. But you were his, and he was yours. The bond had been forged eons ago, and it wouldn’t break so easily.

“Good.” He rose up with you in his arms, making you grapple to keep from falling.

“Let us get you cleaned up,” he murmured as he carried you out of the bathroom.

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Sorry this took so long. College has really been draining me. Hope you like it! 💕

Next work will be another addition to my Halloween collection, so I hope you look forward to that! 😄

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