#ffxv astrals

[konaharts]

[~2021] Created for the “Too Much Is Never Enough” FFXV video collab. Everyone did such a great job on their pieces, and I remember legit crying the first time I saw it lksjdflds

Full video is here!

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #astrals #ffxv astrals #bahamut #ffxv bahamut #ramuh #ffxv ramuh #titan #ffxv titan #shiva #ffxv shiva #ifrit #ffxv ifrit #leviathan #ffxv leviathan #Noctis Lucis Caelum #ardyn izunia #noctis #ardyn #ffxv fanart #fanart #nothing is queue everything is permitted

[chibi-jing]

Happy 7th anniversary to Final Fantasy XV!

#ffxv #ff15 #HBDFFXV #leviathan #fanart #chibi-jing #astral #drawing #art #FF15発売7周年記念祭 #nov2023

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

In dreams of our past, Noctis had to actively suppress his healing during the Marilith attack so it didn't give him away as non-black mage.

But what if he couldn't do it? Maybe was unconscious, or maybe in too much pain to concentrate. Anyway, he fails and he heals his injuries where other people, including Regis, can see it. What happens next?

I tried multiple times to write a little one shot for this and failed miserably. So I'll just ramble a bit, if you don't mind.

Noctis falls unconscious and his magic protects him. Which means it heals him. A gentle golden and purple hue glows on his back and Regis is... not devastated, but it's close.

He's happy his son is alive and mostly healed. Of course he is. And his son's magic is strong enough that he can feel it prickle across his tongue from over 10 metres away. But it's not black magic. It's not black magic.

And that is the problem.

Lucis Caelum children without black magic are cursed. Regis's heart bleeds for his son. He rushes over, not quite daring to touch Noctis's back, but cradling him close nonetheless.

All around them the soldiers start to whisper.

"A miracle."

But Regis knows it's not a miracle. Was this what the prophecy was all about? It couldn't have been.

The Chosen King is known however, to the general populous. A knowledge they gained through little grains of the prophecy making it into prayers.

May the Chosen King come and bring us to salvation.

And if the people think the Gods holding a protecting and healing hand over their chosen king as a sign of his coming, then Regis would lean into that until he believed it himself. All to protect his son.

#ask #raven-6-10 #ffxv #deep city au #healer!noctis #regis lucis caelum #noctis lucis caelum #regis would do anything for his son #in which regis deludes the people and himself that noctis's magig is the astrals protecting him #this feels like a character drama with horror elements #for some reason #geist answers

[charlottedabookworm]

I think that if Somnus Bahamutson ever saw Nyx Ramuhson, he would be able to immediately tell the other has an Astral for a parent. Might not know which Astral it is in particular but he does know how it feels when a person is something other than human.

He won't tell, though. Not without a Very Good Reason. Both because it's not his business and because he's pretty sure the Draconian would throw a hissy fit over another of their kind.

yeeee 100%

like recognises like after all

astral children are just- so subtly other

they hide it, of course they do humanity being liek it is, and frankly the mortal blood in the veins does well to mask most of the traits anyway but like recognises like and astral children know each other

so yeah, if they were ever to meet they would know, instantly

nyx could make an easy guess as to somnus' parent, not just due to the fact that bahamut is lucis' patron, but also when he glances at somnus he can see a shadow of wings

somnus tastes ozone when he looks at nyx

neither will ever say anything

(astral children are blessed. they are cursed. they are monsters and heroes and often one and the same)

(bahamut would surely kill another astrals child and nyx- well nyx does not doubt that there is a reason that somnus lucis caelum dared to renounce his father so thoroughly)

#ask #raven-6-10 #ffxv #nyx ramuhson #astral-childe au

[promnightss]

bad. ass.

#this isn't even edited its just PERFECT TIMING #the astrals said i get one really sick photo #ooc tags: #ffxv #ff15 #ffxv noctis #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv screenshots #final fantasy 15

[andywinter16]

FFXV and Assassin´s Creed AU

This AU is for @versusthirteen. Don´t worry, I will write the bickering fic just need some time (lot of time, because the other asks that I need to post first). But instead have some of my quick headcanons when the two worlds collide :) (I have some more, If you wanted?)

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Due to Isu and Astrals shenaningas Noctis with boys ended in other dimension. With their luck, in middle of assault on the assassins. Noctis uses his powers which reacts even more violently in this world. “ Who the hell are you, dudes?” said man with white hood, while covering. “Well, I am -” Gladio turns his head “ Less talking Noct, more fighting.” Desmond and others took boys with them to their hideout, even if Lucy and Shaun were mistrusting at first. 

- there is so many questions about their origin and powers, it was intimidating 

- Noct showed them his arminger “ That is remarkable! Becca, do you think we could replicate something like that?” “ Shaun, I am tech not a damn magician.” “ But with the right equiptment and Isu artefact, it could be possible, no?” Lucy said thoughtfully.

- Ignis ultimately wins them with his cooking. “ Pardon me, but you can´t seriously eat fast food all the time, right?” Becca repairing computer answered. “ Not all the time, we also have some energy bars.” Needless to say, Ignis was horrified. He prepared for all of them 5 course meal. “Ignis, you are the best cook ever, aren´t you in need for a wife?” “ Or husband, If you swing that way.”

-  Ignis and Shaun bicker with each other like a married couple. They even had a three hour debate about “Why is tea better than your stinky muddy coffee, Scientia.” “ I would rather drink mine than your tasteless dry leafes with hot water, Hastings.” IT.WAS.SCARY.

- Desmond thinks of Noctis and Prompto as younger brothers that he never had, of course they are his partners in crime (Wish he could intruduce them to Clay, who would also loved them)

- Lucy shares with them the three tenets of assassins:  Stay one's blade from the flesh of the innocent; draw not attention to oneself whenever possible; and never compromise the brotherhood. “In other words” Des joined in the conversation,” don´t stabby stab wrong people, be good at hide and seek and bros before corruption.”

- “ Hey, Becca, Des wanna hear a joke?” “ Sure, sunshine.”  “ Hit us with it, Prompt.”  “ Okie dokie, do you know without what you can´t spell assassin? “ Lucy, Shaun, Ignis and Gladio side-eyeing him. “Without what Prompt?” inquired Noct. “ Obviously, without ass, sass and sin.” “ And I have all of it!” exclaimed Des. “ Desmond, bloody hell!”

- Rebecca shows boys her “Baby”, which are impressed with her skills. Prompto is allowed to help her.

- Gladio is jogging every morning with the girls. He´s being very supportive and shares fitness tips

- But boys weren´t the only one, who was accidentaly send to this dimension ...

“Oh, well hello there, young man! What a nice abodement you have here.”

Daniel is shocked and pulls out a gun. “ Who the fuck are you!?” The man before him looked so real, was the Bleeding effect kicking in again?

“Now now, young man. Why such animosity? I believe we can fix each other problems.” 

Daniel´s eyebrow quirks. “ What problem?” “ Oh, isn´t that obvious? You´re looking for some trouble maker named Desmond, correct? I can help you find him, but I also want something in return. A little service of gratitude, so to speak.”

Daniel studied the man´s face. He didn´t trust him, but he would lie if he said he wasn´t intrigued. “For the record, I don´t trust you. But I am kinda impressed you´ve got through our security.” which would be fired, when he wraps it up here, “ but I am not the one who you should ask for favour, If if it turns out that you are valuable asset.” 

“ Oh my, so guarded. But believe me, you´re not gonna regret it.” 

The man smiled creepily. Daniel shivered at that. He had unshaky feeling that he just get into some clusterfuck. 

 The man tips his hat.“ Oh, but where are my manners! Let me introduce to you, my name is Ardyn Izunia.” 

Please, read this in Ardyn´s voice. It gets much better XD

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #assassin's creed #isu and astrals magical bullshit #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #ardyn izunia #Desmond miles #lucy stillman #rebecca crane #shaun hastings #Daniel Cross #mentioned clay kaczmarek #AWWW ALL MY BABIES TOGETHER

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Blood of My Blood - Coming of Age V

@secret-engima finally got this polished up. Half from Sola's POV and half from Bahamut's!

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Sola freezes.

The Storm Father is here. Why is the Storm Father here and how in Ifrit's Pyre has no one noticed the Astral just sitting there for who knows how many hours-

No one's looking at him. Black suit and golden yellow shirt, thunderstorms and coeurls masterfully embroidered in blue and purple and gold and copper, and no one is looking at him? Even though the eye-catching riot of colors against black should grab everyone's attention if not the blatant violation of protocol that is wearing black in the first place. But no. No one who glances in that direction seems to register the man, the man whose long white beard is braided with the elaborate braids Sola's only ever seen depicted in Galahdian art, braids that should have every Galahdian present staring.

The Astrals are supposed to be sleeping. Why is Ramuh here?

Magic curls around her, an echo of sun-fire-fury underneath the we've-got-you-you're-safe-our-cub-is-safe-  "Treasure?" Libertus asks.

Sola blinks. She's sitting on one of the benches lining the walls, water glass in hand, well away from the rest of the crowd. Libertus is next to her, arm around her shoulders and tucking her into his side, wrapping magic around her in an effort to soothe the way her own is bristling under her skin, shocked and wary and hissing like a territorial coeurl.

Axis and Tredd are standing, blocking Sola from view of the rest of the hall from the angles Libertus' bulk doesn't cover. They're scanning the hallway, magic alert and wary of what might have set Sola off. Beyond them, Sola can see Nyx and Luche working the crowd closes to them to keep attention away from Sola.

ola focuses on sipping her way through hers and calm down. "The Elder with the children. See him?" Sola murmurs in Galahdian once she's half-way through the glass and has a grasp on her words once more.

Axis doesn't look away from the crowd, so it's only Libertus and Tredd that freeze, magic spiking in shock and recognition.

So she isn't hallucinating. Sola isn't sure she should be glad or not.

She stares at her empty glass and wishes she could get drunk right now. "Do we want to know why one of the Six is here?" It can't be for the Galahdians. Ramuh can't walk among them anymore, he's an Exile. Further proved by the fact Ramuh's in Lucian attire. Oh, the embroidery and the colors and the braids are as Galahdian as they come, but that's a Lucian-style suit. Unlike Sola and her Retinue, who are dressed in Galahdian formalwear but conforming to Lucian protocol.

(The dissonance is not helping Sola wrap her head around what she's seeing.)

"Two." Axis says abruptly. "The Tide-mother's dancing with His Highness." Sola's neck cracks as she whips her attention back to the ballroom floor, and to the woman dressed in water-silk dyed in the blues and greys of an ocean storm, pearls shining from her elaborately braided hair.

Humans don't move like that.

Dread prickles down her spine. The Storm Father, Sola can see gate-crashing her brother's party on a whim. Leviathan? The Tide-mother doesn't like humans.

Yet here she is, and no one's screaming.

A graceful spin, Noctis' wide-eyed expression visible for a brief second, and Sola follows his gaze towards one of the tables.

There's a man, dark skinned with golden tattoos curling over his bald head. Dark grey suit with summer green shirt and wheat-gold tie. Nearby, another man in a black suit, black hair cut at his chin and eyes visibly silver even at this distance and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier. No decorations on him, but in the moment before Sola blinks, she swears she can see silver armor and bladed wings.

Titan. Bahamut. That's four, so where are-

A flash of white-blue silk, and Sola finds her gaze back on the dance floor. To the woman in a dress that sparkls like sunlight on ice, and her partner in a suit that shifts like flickering flames, the dark-skinned man sporting hair as red as fire.

Ifrit and Shiva make six. A chill slips down her spine. The Astrals are awake, and all of them are here.

This is important.

Sola doesn't need her magic to know Noctis is probably six seconds from a panic attack. Pyre-curse it all, he was doing so well. Noctis does not need this on top of all the other shit he's dealing with.

She grits her teeth against her anger. "Axis, have Nyx get Prompto to Noctis. You and Luche help Gladio and Ignis enforce some space. Extract if necessary - it's late enough a strategic retreat won't raise eyebrows."

Axis disappears from her side, ghosting through the crowd to where Nyx and Luche are. Tredd grins at Sola, his magic sharp with anticipation. "What about us, Spitfire?"

Sola's smile is distinctly unfriendly. "We're getting some answers."

Libertus warily eyes Sola's target. "Sola, love, are you sure?"

"Yes." She can understand the hesitation. Ramuh, at least, is disinclined to smite one of his children. But she can't ask Ramuh -he's an Exile- Galahd's patron or not.

Bahamut is the Lucis Caelums' patron and the Astral supposedly in charge. Sola wants to know what the fuck is going on, and so help her she's getting her answers however she has to.

.

He knows the humans' approach before they near him. They cannot sneak up on him - not that they try - not when he can feel the touch of his Blessing upon every soul in the city. Especially not the soul more akin to his own than her mortal kin.

"Ardent." He greets when she reaches him.

Blue eyes burn with the magic that cannot escape her skin. Just as they once burned in that other time, when she'd stepped between his judgement and the oathbreakers and regarded him not as patron but as threat.

"Bladekeeper." The old Galahdian title falls from lips curled to show a flash of fang. A warning. A challenge, as she demands, "What brings the Six to these halls, instead of the Oracle or your Messengers?"

Bahamut is proud of this fierce dragon-child of his, even as he regards her with a calm expression. He is proud of her mate, the pillar of support in this timeline and the last, and of her Sword, the ever dutiful son of Ramuh.

(He may not approve of her choice of Shield, Heart, and Hand, but Bahamut knows better than to pass judgement on those the Ardent has Claimed. Dragons do no tolerate threats to Them and Theirs, not even from other dragons. The Ardent would not hesitate to cross steel with him, to attempt to slay him should she deem him too great a threat to those she shelters under her wings.)

"We are here to witness the coming of age of the Chosen King." Bahamut tells her. The Ardent does not know the truth of the prophecy. The Father has kept it from her, fearing her reaction. Rightfully so - in his mind, Bahamut sees endless futures where the Ardent learns of the truth. Futures where she takes the Chosen's place, futures where she cannot and strives to shatter the duty the Chosen is bound to.

In all but a few, the Star is lost to Darkness as the Ardent succumbs to Fire and Fury.

But all fires need fuel to feed the flames. Without her King, the Ardent will burn out, a mere ember of herself.

At the mention of her King, the Ardent bristles. "And this couldn't be done with the courtesy of forewarning your presence?"

Bahamut snorts. As if the Ardent is truly concerned with propriety. No, she is displeased of the shock they have done to her King. "Your King is not so fragile. He has prevailed through greater trials than this." Trials greater than the Ardent will ever know.

The Ardent smiles, a full baring of fangs and the implicit threat of using them. "That does not mean my King needs to face another."

"There will always be another trial." He tells her gravely. Such is the nature of his Blessing. Such is the nature of his Blessed, they will always fight, for his Blessing is Light and War. "Not all Wars are fought on the battlefield with claw and fang. There is more to the Chosen King's Sword than your Glaive."

The Ardent hesitates, magic churning with uncertainty. She glances towards where her King is retreating with his bonded Retinue, and in the moment of her distraction, Bahamut and his kin vanish from the room.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #fusion #Blood of My Blood verse #Sola Lucis Caelum #Bahamut #Libertus Ostium #Axis Arra #Tredd Furia #Leviathan #Ramuh #Ifrit #Shiva #Titan #Bahamut may not approve of some of Sola's actions #he is the astral of prophecy after all #but he'll be damned if he isn't proud of his dragon-child regardless

[lialox]

AO3 is embarrassing

And by that I mean I'M embarrassing.

I'm reading a FFXV fic I created I when I was younger that I orphaned as a work a few years ago mainly due to how embarrassed I get just reading it.

I used "Nothing but good ol’ ass-slaps of friendship." as a real line. A REAL LINE. The whole thing is just ADHD fuelled. The most non-linear plot I have ever laid eyes on. It was definitely an excuse for me to post my jokes while I was going crazy during the most stressful time of my life. It's cathartic, it's funny, it's so dang cringey. The fic makes me feel happy and ashamed at the same time. And then when I see lines like this, pride:

“If it concerns the Prince, I assure you,” Ignis thought of his paycheque, and the fact that he’s paid at an hourly rate to put up with this nonsense. “I have all the time in the world.”

How the hell I ever earned 200+ comments on a single fic astounds me and part me of regretted not keeping it on my profile... but as I'm re-reading it, I'm like, you know what? Let's just forget it was me who made this...

Sauce: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9334958/chapters/21152717

#ffxv #ao3 #the mechanics of magic #characters are breaking the fourth wall by asking ppl to flip back a few chapters and check just in case #i had great one liners when i was younger #fuck my astrals #fuck Noct's astrals indeed #its bad and amazing at the same time

[ffxvreversebang2022]

Today’s team: @ageofzeroart & @/ArawnScribble (Twitter)

Oh, I've Anger Enough was written for the FFXV Reverse Bang 2022 and can be found on AO3 here.

Rating: Explicit

Ignoct, Major Character Death

Description: Noctis is at the end, having performed as best he can his duty as the Chosen King. The dawn returns, it's finally over- but Noctis is about to learn that the true fight for life will begin within the darkest depths of the Astral Realm.

#ffxv reverse bang 2022 #ffxv reverse bang #final fantasy xv #fanart #fanfiction #fandom event #ignoct #temporary character death #transformation #amnesia #astrals being assholes

[hypaalicious]

I will maybe cosplay some day but it'd be really cheap cosplay lol but as long as I have fun, right? 🤷 No joke though some of my favorite cosplayers are poc so I don't think skin color matters for cosplay at all, if you aks me.

FFXV is def tied with X for my favorite story. I guess I have a thing for sacrifice lol since thats a huge theme in both of them. More so than the other games, I think.

I completely agree. It's incredibly sad that Yuna has been the only truly compelling female protagonist at all from what I've seen. I mean Garnet wasn't horrible but.. She fell flat throughout most of the game, to me. I'd love to see them write a strong female protag like Light, but with less broody emotionless bs. I do agree about the XIII characters too. The only one in the whole triligoy that felt truly fleshed out was Caius but he didn't come in until the sequals so he's less noticeable especially to those who hated the first so they didn't play the other two.

I agree again. Broody wouldn't be so bad if they gave them more than just that. I mean.. I love Cloud now. And I adore Noctis. Though I'm not sure I'd REALLY call him broody. I know he was down in the dumps but he had so much reason to be so depressed. 100%.

Honestly the most important thing about cosplay is to have fun, you’re right! I think the modern habit of professional cosplayers made a lot of people forget the true spirit of cosplay, which is just a bunch of nerds getting together to dress up as their fave character. But desirability politics, fatphobia, and a lot of racism puts a damper on it sometimes. 😔 I do hope you’ll get the chance to cosplay soon!

I am still waiting for my FFXV-2 where Prompto finds a message from Noct and they go on another adventure to find him again just like Yuna was able to do with Tidus!! 😤

Squenix can make interesting female side characters. But they have problems making interesting female love interests and female MCs for whatever reason. Like, there’s gotta be a plot point better than, “this chick was so annoying that the main dude couldn’t help but fall in love with her” or “she is a strong female character just trust us bro”. 😂

And Noct wasn’t really broody to me, he had a goofy personality with his “king of fishing” shit and his comments. 😂 But I can imagine being royalty and then going out in the wild was jarring for him. Especially after Insomnia fell and then Altissia happened. Lord… Altissia 🥲

If I ever go back and replay FFXV I might do it all up until altissia and then put it down cause I can’t go through that pain again

#FFX hurt but not until the very end #ffxv decided to twist the knife mid game and have you suffer just for the end to put another dagger in your back 😩 #to this day I do not believe Noct had to die idk the Astrals owe us something!!! #not so Anon ask

[lovingempress]

Midnight Musings

Are anglerfish blind? Bc like, I know they’re creepy as fuck, but can you imagine being the only motherfucker that deep in the ocean with the ability to see shit?? The only one in the abyss who carries the light to view the monsters hidden in the dark?

It’s so freaking angsty tho. Being seen as the bastion of light, a hope for a better tomorrow- the fearful swarm to you in hopes of safety, but that gild is a lie, nay, a trap- all that glitters is gold, and you are simply the worst of them all. After all... who said gold was safe?

Why is it that Light is Good and Dark is Bad? The spotlight is a crucifix nailing you in place, but the dark envelops you in the shadow of her bosom and hides you away.

#midnight musings #me things #anglerfish #the ocean is a scary scary place #okay now I need a story with this #I wanna draw #angler mermaid #well that and Qiqi figure skating #imma turn this into poetry later I think #there’s potential to this idea that I wanna explore #betrayal. angst. possible political/social commentary #idk how deep it’s gonna be yet #thinking about FFXV #thinking about daemons (FFXV) #thinking about ardyn au #daemon ardyn who is looked to as the bastion of hope for the ill #but is actually the carrier of the disease being spread #could also switch this around to the Astrals #Worshipped as the Bringers of Light and Hope as Gods #But then it turns out that it was their Curse in the first place #Actually the anglerfish metaphor would work really great with PMMM #but not in the way I want it #I want a story where everyone is lost in that dark and there is a single light to guide #but that guide is just leading them to their deaths #this got dark #but I’m feeling dark tonight #hehehe~

[mikumixtwix]

not 100% sure how it's gonna work since there's not gonna be any space players in the main timeline (post scratch timeline??? idk what to call it) of my ffxv/sburb au but like.

Eos is the Forge.

yknow that one bit of the pitioss theory that suggests Eos' remains are in Ravatogh and that one lava hollow u visit is where her heart was and that her heart is now the Crystal? yeah, Eos is the Forge. She was the space player of the Astrals' session and now she's the Forge itself

#the only problem is that NONE of the main current players (noctis. luna. ignis. gladio. prompto) LIVE NEAR RAVATOGH #noctis WAS the space player PRE SCRATCH. but now he's the doom player #i think rn i'll do some handwavy thing about the Crystal being in the Citadel and some kind of carry over residual thing #from when noctis was the space player #and i'm already having the Astrals step in when our main player cast is lack an aspect #cause Etro was the one that preformed the Scratch since they didn't have a time player at all #sofia.txt #ffxv/sburb au

[disneyvoguemagazine]

Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV

https://www.instagram.com/playstation7_/

#youtube #squareEnix #FFXV #KingsGlaive #Sony playstation #PS7 #Disney Vogue #Ariel trends #mermaid scales #mermaid flaire #stargirl tpw #The Siren Song #Astral Consultant #Anita Sirene #StargirlTPW #Tarot MCOG #Master Of Ceremony #MC #OG #Original Goddess #OA #Original Angel #Marvel Beauty #Disney Magazine #Pop Stars #American Beauty #American Magic #Mickey Mouse #Disney World Fashion #disney haute

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

With that bombshell dropped, Regis might be willing to climb into the Secret Tunnel then and there. (Damn his knee, full speed ahead!) No, he wouldn’t really be that reckless, but it’s a tempting thought, isn’t it?

If Regis were just a few years younger, he totally would just up and explore the tunnel without telling anyone. But now he's tired. And old. So he doesn't.

Instead he invites Solaris to come sit down at that table over there, because his knees are secretly murdering him right now. And then he proceeds to tell her about his son. About how he used to come and read here all the time, at this very table, in fact.

Solaris is suitably awed by it all. She gets to take a look at one of the books that is on the table. It got some real neat pictures around some of the letters and in the margins. Which gets her talking about the book her parents have. And how hard they are always working and that she is really scared for them and her brother.

That last one throws Regis a bit, so he asks. And doesn't like the answer one bit.

Apparently the earthquake damaged the city more than anyone could have guessed. The old supports (the ones that should be defunct, but aren't) have grown unstable. It has become very likely that parts of the city might collapse because of it.

'The sky falling down on our heads' Solaris calls it.

Which begs the question: Where does the girl live? Solaris showed him how she had gotten inside the archive. The tunnel leads down, not up.

Together they look for old city maps and actually find a few. They are drawn on parchment and the oldest one is about ready to fall apart. (Someone really needs to make sure to preserve all of this knowledge about to be lost, Regis thinks)

Regis gets the archivist to make copies. Said archivist is not happy about it. Though she wonders in which corner of the archive those maps were found. Two of them are not in the catalogue. (Solaris found them in an old, dusty corner, wedged between a shelf and the stone wall.)

While the archivist is busy making copies (and resolving to comb through the archives with a fine toothes comb, because if those maps aren't in the catalogue, what else isn't?), Regis and Solaris are back at the table. The girl gets to look at the books some more. Regis meanwhile is writing a letter to his son.

He asks Solaris (his possible granddaughter, and while he knows she is too old to be Noctis's by blood, that doesn't really matter to Regis) to take the letter with her together with the copies of the map. And to come back again soon, so he might show her some more books.

She agrees to it all readily. Until she reads the name on the envelope Regis hands her. Her face pales in shock and her hands slap at it, to cover it up.

"Secret name!" she yells.

"That is my son's name," Regis explains patiently. "It is not a secret."

Solaris gnaws at her lower lip for a while until she admits: "That's papa's secret name."

#ask #hamelin-born #ffxv #dreams of our past #the secret tunnel au #regis lucis caelum #solaris lucis caelum #now regis knows for sure #little solaris has a dad named noctis and a granddad named regis #that name combination only exists once in Insomnia #he's got a granddaughter! #he's already planning her room in the citadel #oh astrals #she said she has a brother #that means he's a granddad twice! #also the longer regis looks at solaris #the more familiar features he finds #geist answers

[finalfantasyfics]

FFXV: Accursed's Mark

Originally posted on February 21, 2022 at AO3

Summary:

The Six haven't helped Noctis, so he tries another god, one he's been raised to avoid, but who gives him everything he needs to destroy his enemies and take back what's his.

Dishonored Inspired AU. (No real Dishonored spoilers)

Ships: Ardyn Izunia/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Warnings: Dark, Mild Gore, Mild Injury, Daemon Noctis, Dubious Consent, Astral Ardyn

XX

Noctis watched the shrine warily, as though it might do something more than just sit there, innocent lacquered wood in its corner of the ruined building, wax melted on every surface around it, trinkets still strewn across it.

He'd never seen one outside of pictures, as a member of the royal family he'd never been allowed near one and no one would risk sneaking him to see one for fear of retaliation. It was the modern era, technically anyone could worship any gods, it didn't have to be the Six, but this...this remained forbidden. Heretical.

He stepped forward, glancing around to confirm there was no one else there. Not that it was likely, the others were still searching the ruins for more survivors and he should be doing the same. Would have been if something hadn't called to his magic and pulled him towards this spot.

It was almost certainly a trap, but set by someone who wasn't the Nifs, so he was curious enough to spring it.

The Six hadn't protected them, not his father or their kingdom. They expected him to die for them, his line to end and his people to be left in even more disarray without central leadership to help them protect themselves or rebuild.

So far, he'd done what he could to defy the Six, and part of that was returning to Insomnia instead of continuing his hunt for weapons and covenants. Refusing the title of King for the moment, even if it was technically his (had always been in a way, he supposed, since the prophecy was set upon him).

The altar showed signs of care, use, and had somehow missed the worst of the debris as the building fell. Noctis studied it, remembering the lectures of his youth on the danger of the Accursed, of how it was the Lucis Caelum's sacred duty to stand against him.

Standing against a god had always felt more like something another god should do. He'd been scolded by his tutor when he'd stated that and given a stern lecture by his father to keep such thoughts to himself.

He knelt, remembering in the pictures it always had heretics kneeling and praying before these things. But the Accursed was already getting a treat out of Noctis kneeling at all, he didn't know if he could manage to beg him for anything.

"We need not be enemies," he mumbled, shifting on his knees, eyes unfocused. "The Nifs worship no gods, they won't allow people to pray to you anymore than my forebears did. If--" he cut himself off, sighing. "This is ridiculous. Talking to some chitzy table."

Noctis stood, brushing off his pants where the white of shattered concrete left a mark against the black. He hadn't expected any sign and he wouldn't be getting any. The Accursed was probably celebrating his kingdom's fall and eager for Noctis' death to end his line.

***

It took a moment for Noctis to remember he was sleeping. This wasn't his normal type of dream and he almost called out for Carbuncle when he realized it was something magical.

The void pressed in around him, darkness slithering against his own magic. It didn't feel as unnatural as it should, which made it worse. He resisted, but with no context could only do so much. Eventually, it had him, the dark around him complete and endless, his magic a suppressed spark, like a distant star in the night's sky.

"Your Highness," the voice was smooth, amused, and after a moment a figure appeared to go along with it.

"Who goes there?"

Tall, probably well-built under the layers of eccentric clothing, red hair that was almost purple. Nothing too weird, until Noctis met the glowing golden eyes.

There weren't many people left in the world with magic, most people saw Noctis' eyes glow and treated him like someone not really human. Seeing these, which made his instincts cry out 'danger!', Noctis could understand why.

"Oh, dear Noct, are introductions really necessary?" A charmingly crooked smile that didn't reach those cold eyes accompanied the words.

Noctis remembered what he'd done earlier that day and the stories he'd been told, face carefully blank as he regarded the god. "Accursed. I didn't expect an answer."

"You did call, how could I not? You were so lovely kneeling to me, even if your prayers need some work." He smirked and this time--for a wicked, dangerous expression--it seemed honest. "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of practice. I'll teach you how to be the most devout of heretics."

The implications made Noctis' skin crawl, but when his thoughts caught up to the others parts, he pushed his feelings aside. "You're going to help me? Against the Nifs?"

The Accursed chuckled, moving closer. "Against the Nifs...against the Six themselves. That is who you're truly fighting, isn't it? Niflheim would have been a minor annoyance if they'd answered your people's fervent prayers. If they'd protected your father as they should have."

It wasn't really something Noctis spoke of to anyone, unsure how they'd react to the blasphemy from the prince's mouth, but it was exactly how he felt.

"In exchange for?"

"Why, Noct, has your education on this heretical god been so lacking?" The Accursed didn't seem offended, just amused. "In exchange for you. I will mark you as my own and you will belong to me and no other."

If he hadn't known the other gods wanted him dead, the idea would have been more intimidating. Noctis had technically been Bahamut's already, as all his family had been, but until he put on the Ring of the Lucii and ascended to kingship, it wasn't set. The Accursed could only claim him now, while he clung to the title of prince.

"And what does that entail?"

"I suppose you have had enough surprises, recently." The Accursed leaned back and suddenly the void around them melted into a room. It looked like something that might have been in the Citadel, ages ago, when they'd still been clinging on to Solheim. The floors and walls similar to what Noctis was used to, but the furniture ancient styles, as were the decorations, the murals and tapestries depicting scenes that, upon closer look, were too blasphemous for any space in the Citadel.

Where he'd been leaning, the Accursed was now lounging on a type of couch. He patted the open cushion beside him as though calling to a pet and Noctis reluctantly went, sitting. He'd had plenty of practice socializing with unsavory people and he couldn't afford to piss off a god in their own domain.

"My mark will tie you to me, body and soul. You will gain more control over your own power, new powers, and immunity to my children's gifts...although, of course, they wouldn't go out of their way to attack one of my dear marked."

Noctis had always wondered about that, if the demons really were connected to the void, if the heretics really did get to avoid the demons like they claimed. Having lived outside the wall for a few weeks, he could understand why the Accursed was one of the more popular gods in the fringes of Lucis, if that was the case.

"And you will, perhaps most beneficially, be obscured from the view of the Six."

That was definitely what caught his interest. Power he had, demons he could deal with, but the Six were still too much of a threat. He'd thought of asking Luna more about them, but knew she'd never help him defy them. When this father had told him the truth of the prophecy, just before he'd sent him away, he'd come to realize Luna's devotion to it meant she wanted him to die.

"Completely? They won't be able to see me or speak to me?"

The Accursed looked thoroughly amused, now. "Unless you are physically in their presence, a risk when considering the Glacian, but unlikely for the others." He held a hand out, palm up, and waited as Noctis stared at it, adding in a mocking tone, "Oh? Do you need more time? Are you doubting going against them? Perhaps you'll want to ask your beloved Oracle for more of their propaganda?"

He flinched, wondering if the Accursed had read his mind or if mentioning Luna was pure coincidence.

But he wasn't wrong. What reason did Noctis have to hesitate? And the Accursed hadn't actually said he'd wait, this was certainly a one-time offer.

Bracing himself, he set his hand in the Accursed's, grimacing at the sudden flare of pain and completely missing the Accursed moving until lips were pressed against his, taking advantage of his gasp to push something inside his mouth. It slithered down his throat as he gagged and struggled, a thick, freezing cold liquid that threatened to drown him.

Golden eyes glowed brightly with satisfaction as it went on and on.

And then Noctis woke up choking, leaning over the side of the bed he'd been on and coughing up a splatter of pure black liquid, like the blood of a demon, like the dark of the Void.

No questioning whether that had been a vision or dream, especially not as he saw the mark on his hand, declaring him one of the Accursed's favored.

He fumbled through cleaning up and dressing, relieved the mark was on the hand he kept covered and no one would think anything of it. The sun was only starting to come up over the ruins of Insomnia, the view from the window of the house they'd found mostly intact made longer by how many of the taller buildings have survived, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to sleep.

He thought he might avoid it, for awhile.

***

Ignis watched him closely in the days that followed, as if suspecting something but having too little information to confirm it. Gladio and Prompto hadn't seemed to notice anything.

It started getting harder to hide that something had changed in him after their first few fights--imperial forces, hunts, the demons never randomly attacked them again. And Noctis hadn't gone into stasis since being marked. There was so much energy at his fingertips, so much strength bubbling inside of him. He thought Ignis was filing that fact away with all the others, working on his hypothesis.

Other changes were smaller and he could hide those. His senses were better, he healed faster (he had to hide that regardless, hide any wounds, because he bled as black as any demon, even if the sun didn't bother him much).

The first time he really used any new powers was in an Imperial base. Things had been going well, until they hadn't, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to get to Prompto in time, though he desperately wished he could.

And then time seemed to slow to a stop, everyone, everything, freezing but Noctis. He saved Prompto, saved the mission, and managed to hide how shaky he was until that night, when he slipped from the camper they were staying in and headed out into the dark.

Maybe he'd subconsciously known what he'd find out there, a shrine hidden in a cave, showing signs of recent use. The locals kept it up, understandably.

He knelt, bowing his head to the shrine. If there were ritual words he was supposed to use, he still hadn't stumbled upon them, and instead he simply gave his thanks. It was, he supposed, the least he could do.

The world melted into true blackness around him, the Void unfolding like he was back in the dream.

"Some improvement already!" The Accursed grinned down at him, eyes dark and hungry as they roved over Noctis' kneeling form. "Perhaps you should build me a temple once you have conquered the Empire, dear Noct, so that all can see how lovely their prince is when he prays."

He kept his face blank, but was sure the Accursed knew he wanted to grimace at the idea. "I think we can keep things private between us."

"Ah, of course, you're so shy at heart, you wouldn't welcome any voyeurs."

Noctis thought of the Accursed's lips against his, that he owned Noctis' body as much as his soul, and wondered if that meant carnal worship. There was a flash of heat as he imagined it before pushing it away.

"Oh such thoughts, dearest, how flattering." The Accursed set fingers under his chin and pushed, Noctis having to stand and tilt his head back to follow the movement.

He braces himself for a kiss, for some other touch, but they weren't forthcoming. Instead the Void began to slip away, the cave coming back into view.

"Keep practicing, dear Noct. Impress me."

For a moment, that felt like it's all he ever wanted to do.

***

The nights grow longer, as the Astrals warned, but the sun still rises. Niflheim is beset by an uncommon amount of demon attacks, enough that the fact reaches Gladio through the networks he's been building. No one but Noctis knows the reason.

He dreams of the Accursed, even though the Accursed doesn't visit them. There's never been anyone he's dreamt of like that before, waking up wanting and unfulfilled. During the day, be pushes those feelings aside.

Ignis continues to watch him, eyes wondering sometimes to his gloved hand. Suspicion isn't confirmation and Noctis loves Ignis, but he's not sure he can trust him in this.

Prompto is the first Noctis tells and only because he sees him stabbed through by a blade under bright lights, black splashing across the control booth they'd been in the process of sabotaging.

He'd been more worried for Noctis than judgmental and Noctis had found the story falling from his lips before he could think better of it--the shrine, the Accursed, the powers he was still learning and improving.

"Wow," was Prompto's first response, and then, "But you're...alright, right? This isn't like with the ring where it was sucking out the king's life?"

"It's nothing like that. It's like...it's like being tapped into Accordo's power plant. There's so much power sometimes I worry I won't be able to stop using it, but it's not taking from me." It didn't have to, his life was already forfeit to the Accursed, even if the god spoke like he didn't want it any time soon.

Prompto had helped clean him up and patch the wound, exclaiming over how quickly it was already healing. "When are you going to tell the guys? I bet they could work some of the stuff you do into our tactics."

"I don't know. Both of them were raised to hate heretics, to see the Accursed as the source of all evil in the world or whatever."

"Dude, they won't hate you. We've all been freaking out about the prophecy, about you dying, if you tell them this is a way for you to save Lucis and not die? They'd forgive you anything!"

He reluctantly agreed and sat down with them the next time they stopped, insisting they could camp in the wild instead of searching around for a "safe" place. Those runes didn't keep Noctis out, but they did make him itchy and uncomfortable.

"I suppose that's why the demons have been avoiding us," Ignis stated, pushing his glasses up, "I had wondered."

Noctis rolled his eyes, pulling off his glove and revealing the back of his hand, the black mark that seemed to suck in the light around it. "Come on, Iggy, I know you were probably going to confront me any day now."

He tilted his head in acknowledgement. "Our ether stores have been nearly untouched, despite your greater use of magic in our fights. You also have seemingly crossed large buildings in seconds as well as other events which I now realize were...signs of time manipulation."

Gladio had been the most disturbed, perhaps Ignis had already talked himself around to accepting that Noctis was Marked by the Accursed, but Gladio hadn't had a clue. And the Shields of the past would never suffer a heretic to live if they came anywhere near one of their charges.

Accepting that his prince was one of those heretics, that he'd let Noctis slip away long enough to fall into the Accursed's claws, seemed to trouble him.

They fought over it, harsh words exchanged, Gladio ripping into him for not accepting yet that he was King, accusing him of cowardice.

Noctis wasn't half as angry, even when what Gladio said should infuriate him. The Mark had dulled that in some way, he thought, and emotional pain meant less than it once had, just the same as physical pain did.

He let Gladio go off on his own, knowing that he would be safe, and they avoided directly interacting for a few days before Ignis, disgusted, forced them both into the back of the Regalia and told them they couldn't leave until they'd "gotten over themselves."

"It's not hurting you?" Gladio broke their silence and Noctis nodded. "And you're not going to die?"

"He's talked about me doing stuff after, rebuilding and shit. I don't know if he'd care if I died, but he's not going to go out of his way for it."

Gladio grunted in acknowledgement, seemed to collect his thoughts, and then dragged Noctis out into the wilds beyond the car and forced him to show off every single thing he could do until he thought he might actually find his limits and collapse.

Everyday they trained, they searched for new powers and pushed old ones further. Sometimes Noctis imagined claws on his fingers, imagined sharp teeth to rip through Gladio's neck and the warm taste of red blood in his mouth. That he didn't have them felt more unnatural than if he had.

He never told the others that and they did not comment on the black blood that seeped from his wounds and curled into smoke before it even hit the ground.

***

He 'awoke' to the Void in a garden of some sort. It felt, again, like something half-familiar, like he'd seen the shape of it before even if the contents were different. The Accursed wasn't there or, at least, Noctis couldn't sense him, and so he walked around the garden, studying the flowers and fountains. The Void was supposed to take and take and leave nothing behind, was supposed to be pure destruction, but these scenes were a sign of something like creation, even if they were temporary.

He sat on a stone bench, it felt real. Cold and hard. If he concentrated, he thought he could smell the flowers. It was kind of nice, more peaceful than the dreams he'd been having, that were alternating between destruction and death and increasingly disturbing fantasies about the Accursed. If those were dreams and not visions, not the Accursed in his mind less obviously than now.

He was wearing his normal clothes, but his hands were both uncovered, and he stared at the back of them. In the Void, the mark glowed, a sort of magenta color that Noctis didn't think he'd be able to see well with his physical eyes.

"It's so lovely on you." The Accursed was beside him without warning, bringing Noctis' hand to his lips, kissing the mark with gentle caresses of his mouth, making Noctis think of the dreams, think of how the Accursed seemed to know his thoughts. "But you know it's not the source of your powers. It's a brand of my favor, a show of your exalted position."

Noctis looked away, only for the Accursed to drop his hand and grab his face, forcing him to look back. He kissed him, then, and the low burn of arousal his other touch caused ignited like a fire given fuel, Noctis kissing back and thinking finally, finally even though they'd only met a few times.

When the Accursed pulled away, he kept his arms locked around Noctis, holding him close. "You know what you are, don't you, dear heart? You know what you will ever be."

His thoughts felt heavy and it was hard to concentrate, but Noctis nodded. "I'm a daemon, somehow. A daemon that can still look human."

"And I hope you don't let your form deceive you. It's convenient, and necessary if you wish to regain what you lost, but it is only because I will it to be so." The Accursed's hands roved over him, touching, teasing, edges of claws catching against his skin, bare as his clothes melted away. "Oh, Noct, I would craft you the most delightful form, humans would weep at your horrible beauty."

The beast inside of Noctis which he'd been struggling to contain, the daemonic part of himself, wanted what Ardyn offered, wanted to be whatever Ardyn desired. But he still had his mind, he hadn't traded that away with his body and soul, and he resisted the urge to beg for it.

"Less monologuing, more fucking," he muttered, pulling the Accursed in for another kiss, though he knew that his god was aware of all his thoughts and desires.

***

Once upon a time, Noctis had liked Luna. When they met as children they'd been isolated young royals with no one their age who were true peers, so it was probably more out of desperate loneliness than actual commonality.

Luna had already been obsessed with the Six and with being an Oracle. She had spoken of those subjects often and introduced Noctis to the Messengers she knew. Young and naive, unaware of the prophecy looming over him, he'd gone along with what she'd said, had not questioned any of her knowledge.

Meeting her as adults, in the clandestine meeting hastily setup when she apparently noticed he hadn't gone to Titan or Ramuh yet, he saw her beliefs for the fanaticism they were. Her words were the Gods' lies.

"You must continue," she protested, when he made it clear he had no intention of doing so. "I will awaken the gods, you will forge the covenants, and--"

"No." Noctis' voice was firm, unrelenting. "You can do whatever you want, but I will not go to your gods, I don't want nor need their favor."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ravus shift, his expression changing from the glare it had been to curiosity. He'd been hostile since they'd met, since before that though they hadn't seen each other in years, and this was the first time he'd seemed anything else.

Luna shook her head and grabbed his arm, "Please, Noctis," she began, cutting off with a cry as their skin touched and power flared between them.

They both stumbled away, her hand clutched to her chest and Noctis holding the place where she'd touched, feeling a painful throb of wrongness. He squeezed his eyes shut and tucked himself over, worried what his face could show.

"You…Noctis, something's wrong."

Gladio was between them, now, and Ravus stepped forward as though to act as Shield for his sister in turn. Ignis was looking over his arm, studying the burn mark in the shape of Luna's fingers. The Oracle could purge small amounts of Void, it was told, and Noctis shuddered to think what would happen to him if she actually tried.

"Nothing is wrong, Lunafreya. I was given another option and I took it."

Silence descended and when he looked at her over Gladio's shoulder he could see horror clear on her face. "You're a heretic," she choked out, as though the very thought was anathema.

"The Six didn't answer my prayers, but someone else did." He stood up straight again, projecting surety. "The Accursed isn't what they claim him to be. Most people in Lucis knew that already."

Ravus spoke to Luna before she could say more, "If he does not want the covenants, all the better. You won't be throwing your life away awakening the gods. What becomes of him is his own problem, now."

He pulled his sister away, even as Luna yelled back at Noctis that she'd find a way to "free" him, that he'd follow his destiny once the Accursed wasn't controlling him.

Noctis laughed after her, all the way back to his hotel room and the comfortable bed that awaited him. He hoped the Accursed had enjoyed her folly, too.

***

Finding a shrine in Lestallum was basically impossible, but they lived demon-free inside the city (or, at least, demon-attack-free), so Noctis knew he should have guessed that. Right outside was a different story, in the little communities of people too poor to live in the city or who were hiding away for one reason or another, and the guys' looked the other way when Noctis sensed one and went off to pray.

It was well-maintained, the candles lit before Noctis even got there. He placed a scarf he'd picked up from the market, neatly folded, on top of it as an offering–he didn't know what actually happened to them, but the Accursed seemed to like scarves, and at worst someone out there would be able to keep the night's chill off a little better.

"I need to know more," he whispered, uncovering his hand and running his thumb along the patterns of the mark. "Why am I Chosen? Why were my family fighting you?"

The Accursed did not answer to him, but he seemed willing to divulge information. Sometimes Noctis thought he just liked the sound of his own voice. Sometimes Noctis wondered if he actually got to speak to that many people or if there were only a handful that he could visit. Marks were rare, after all.

His thoughts began to waver, the candles flickering, and then he was in the Void.

The place formed in the Void was one he knew well, it was the altar to Bahamut in the Citadel. The differences were minor, the large room mostly unchanged for millennia.

The Accursed laid on the altar propped up on one elbow, watching Noctis approach. "And here I thought you'd been hiding from me, dear Noctis."

He frowned, wondering if the lights had kept the Accursed from reaching him and that's why there hadn't been any dreams, not the lack of altars.

"I spoke with Luna a few days ago," he stated, glancing down at his arm, frown deepening when he saw that the burn had traveled with him and seemed worse in the low lighting of the Void. It ached now that he paid attention, as though the flesh was trying to pull away from it.

There was a hiss like a thousand serpents at once and then the Accursed was gripping his arm, scowling down at the wound. "She touched you." It wasn't a question, just a furious exclamation, so similar to Luna's own disgust right after touching him that Noctis almost laughed.

The Accursed's hand settled over the burn, dwarfing Luna's small print, and a flush of dark power flooded through Noctis, making him feel lightheaded in the best of ways. He hadn't realized how weak and sickly the burn had made him until that moment. It wasn't the lights keeping the Accursed away, he realized, it was the Oracle's power tainting Noctis.

When the Accursed kissed him, he immediately responded, starving for his touch, for more signs of his favor to wash away the light's corruption. Only vaguely aware of how odd those thoughts were.

"She said that I couldn't stop it, that she or the Six would find a way to 'cleanse' me," he muttered, aware now that the Accursed hadn't been witness to the meeting and unsure if he could even see it in Noctis' memories. "That...my soul belonged to the Six and they wouldn't let you steal it.

The Accursed held him even tighter, claws gouging into Noctis' flesh, shadows wrapping around him. "You were born to be mine, all of your line was. Bahamut was the one to stole Somnus from me, twisted his thoughts and feelings until he sold himself, and all of you. But I never stopped waiting for the day one of you would return to your rightful place."

"Somnus? The founder king?"

"My little brother. Back when I was human. Or, I suppose, close enough. Izunias are never entirely human, are we?"

There was too much to take in, Noctis wished this was a dream where Carbuncle could put things on hold, give him time to process.

At least it seemed like the Accursed was dangling this information because he wanted to tell Noctis. He just wanted a show of interest, maybe.

"Izunias?"

"Our family name, Lucis Caelum was what we adopted after Solheim's fall, when naming traditions were...in flux. We were both, you see, just as you should have been." He spread his arm out as if showcasing Noctis to an audience. "Noctis Izunia, proud scion of one of the highest of houses within Solheim."

That wasn't too weird, even if he was still reeling over their supposed relation. "You were human?"

Here, another dark emotion flashed across the Accursed's face. "I was, once," he acknowledged. "The Gods decided they wished to hobble the Void, to weaken or even destroy it, regardless of the consequences that might come from such actions. And to do so, they needed a vessel. And so they picked a pious King, Chosen for his obedience and kindhearted naivete."

The Void started to encroach on the illusion of a room, the shadows darkening, crawling across the space. Noctis watched them warily and when he glanced back at the Accursed, he saw his sclera were completely black, making his irises' glow brighter.

"They sacrificed me to create a God of the Void and thought they could then slay me, and the Void alongside me."

"And that didn't work out well, because you're still around."

"Oh, it may have worked, if they'd gone about it another way. If they hadn't tricked me, if they hadn't forced my dear little brother and my fiancee to betray me. I would have been their lamb to the slaughter, believing I was doing something good." The Accursed smiled, a flash of too-sharp teeth. "I was so heartbroken that I would not consider their supposed reasons and the Void was equally furious, in its own way. We became more than a power and its vessel and I became a god."

The Accursed could be lying, but Noctis didn't think he was. He could have come up with a more believable story, if he wanted to manipulate Noctis.

"All the more reason, I guess, not to care about them," he dismissed, digging his own hands into the Accursed.

After Niflheim, maybe it would be the Six he took on--they took on--because Noctis didn't doubt they would deserve it. And Luna had seemed so fragile, even with Ravus protecting her, he didn't think it would be difficult to take her out. Even his friends would help, they'd kill anyone who was a threat to Noctis, and by then he hoped the Accursed would give them a sign or two of favor.

But for now, time was frozen outside of this realm and Noctis was greedy, wanton, from the return of his health.

"Show me what you'll make me," he whispered against the Accursed's lips, "when I don't have to look like this anymore."

It was like any prayer from Noctis, one the Accursed gladly answered.

XX

Original notes: I couldn't think of how I wanted to end it, so just did it here lol assume Noctis gets his revenge of Niflheim and starts murdering gods, while also rebuilding his kingdom. And probably uses like a daemon army and everyone around him ends up mildly daemonic lol

#ship: ardyn/noctis #theme: different astrals #theme: daemon noctis #theme: dark #fandom: ffxv

[andywinter16]

Random headcannons for FFXV in general, because I would love to know more about it, and there is not enough info for my gremlin brain.

Galadh:

- I kinda see clan Lazarus like those who deal with foreign policy. Also lot of Lazaruses married non-galadhian, they just loves other cultures. (They are still loyal to Galadh)

- Galadh is in my opinion similiar to the Greek islands. Mainly few big ones and then lot of small ones. There is a definitively volcano. 

- Galadh is also known for its natural hot springs. Glaives definitively were chilling there.

- Galadh officially worships Astrals, Ramuh and Leviathan are the main protectors. There is also a very strong bond with the ancestors.

- Clans have totem animals. (Ulrics have coeurl, Arras have sabertusk, Ostiums have kujata, ...)  

- A beautiful legend is attached to it´s origin. Once upon a time, during a great disaster, there were a few animals that went to help humans to survive it. But in the process they have died themselves. Their human friends wheeped to Astrals about this woe. They heard their plea and united the man with the animal.

Random:

- Regis remembers all names and faces of his employes 

- Clarus hair fell out during stress from both of his idiots. The idiots in question are Regis and Cor

- Cor and Titus are actually good friends who are little shits together  (Glaives and guards are dreading those days when two of them are together)

- There is annual boot camp where glaives and guards measure their forces 

- Luche either doesn´t sleep at all or is having short power naps during day. He´s got nightmares about Galadh and his fallen comrades.

- Nyx hair and beard grows super fast, he needs to shave it at least every three days. He tries to shave it when deployed, but Nyx just gave up after that.

- Tredd´s got younger brother who is still in Galadh. Their relationship is sadly very complicated. But Tredd always sends him a birthday card nonethless.

- Axis is great at bargaining prices at the market, also always picks the juiciest vegetables/fruits. (I believe this is some kind of superpower)

- Sonitus has sharp teeth (they looks like shark ones), he can open cans with it or beers. 

- Pelna plays exceptionaly guitar and ukulele. Sometimes brings it to Yamachang for a spin.

- Libertus is suprisingly good singer when he gets little bit of alcohol into his system. Everyone always shut up and listens when Lib starts to sing. (Usually galadh tunes)

- Crowe loves to go on night ride with her motorcycle. Has favourite spot where she can see whole Insomnia. Usually sends gang a random photos she took on the way.

- Titus favourite place to relax is at top of Citadel at night. The night sky is breathtaking. He usually brings some alcohol to drink his sorrows and regrets away.

#ffxv #ffxv kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #headcanon #headcannons #nyx ulric #luche lazarus #regis lucis caelum #cor leonis #clarus amicitia #tredd furia #axis arra #sonitus bellum #pelna khara #Libertus ostium #crowe altius #titus drautos #galadh #No beta readers we die like Regis