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xxkhxndlelitexx · 1 year

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One True King PROLOGUE pt 1/4

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WARNINGS: Slightly implied mentions of harassment, Sibling rivalry

Word Count: 2.6k

I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes

HAPPY READING

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I swung my legs back and forth as I dangled them from the tree branch where I sat, I looked at the redhaired man on the ground as he sketched something in a small notebook, seemingly unaware of my presence. Someone called to him, and I pulled my legs back into the tree so I wouldn’t be seen, a man with darker shorter hair approached him.

“What are you drawing, brother?” The darkhaired man asked sitting next to the redhaired man.

“A drawing.” he answered with a chuckle.

“Well, I can see that,” The other man huffed, “But who is that girl in the drawing?”

A girl? I thought, leaning slightly to see the sketch.

“I’ve seen her around, drawing from memory...” The man answered.

Now I was leaning over a lot, glimpsing the sketches of long hair.

“Well, Aera made bread if you want some.” The darkhaired man now sounded uninterested now.

“Alright.” He closed the notebook, moving to put it in his satchel, “Let’s go-”

I slipped with a cry. This’ll hurt. I thought as I fell, screwing my eyes shut in fear.

I heard the flutter of paper before I was caught in strong arms.

“Are you alright?” I heard the voice of the redhaired man and opened my eyes slowly.

“I-” The darkhaired man said. “Isn’t she the girl from the drawing?”

I looked up at the redhaired man. “I- um-,” I cleared my throat. Wriggling until he put me down on my feet. “Thank you for catching me, I uh-” I gave a nervous laugh.

He was staring at me. He thinks you’re insane. “You’re welcome...” He said, looking now he did have quite a bit of height on me.

“Sorry for falling...” My eyes darted to the darkhaired man who was in fact, looking at me like I was insane. “I’ll um... Take my leave.” I turned to leave, before I was stopped by the redhaired man’s voice.

“Wait!” He stopped me.

“Yes?” I turned to look at him.

“Can I get your name at least?” He asked.

I felt the heat rising on my cheeks, “Ah... how foolish of me.” I smiled sheepishly. “Clomoria Flor Decebal.”

“Clomoria...” He said my name and looked at me, as if matching a name to a face. “Pretty.” He smiled, and my heart fluttered. “I am Ardyn Lucis Caelum, this,” He motioned to the other man. “Is my brother, Somnus.”

I give Somnus a soft nod. “Thank you again for saving me.” I smile up at Ardyn, I give a small wave about to leave.

“One last thing.”

I turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“Do you think I can see you again?” I stared at his slightly rosy cheeks.

I glanced at Somnus, whose mouth fell open in shock. “Maybe we’ll run into each other,” I give him a slight smirk as I turned away.

His face flushed a dark shade of red.

“If I want to speak to you, I'll look.” I walked away, smiling to myself.

I strolled into town and towards the flower shop where I worked, I heard footsteps behind me and turned, he stood there looking slightly embarrassed.

“Somnus.” I raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were following Ardyn to go eat bread?”

“I already had some it wasn’t too amazing.” He laughed lightly. “I actually wanted to talk to you.”

“To me?” I blinked slightly confused.

“Aye.” He said as he drew closer. “Walk with me?”

I nodded and we started walking.

“Ardyn is a healer.” He said.

“I’m well aware.” I nod, “I could just never put a name to a face.”

“Well now that you have what are you going to do?” he asked as we turned a corner into the forest.

“Um... That’s a very direct question.” I shrugged. “To be honest with you, Somnus, I don’t want anything from Ardyn. I have nothing to gain being around him. Which is why I said before, if I want to speak with you, I'll look.”

Somnus paused, looking at me as I crouched near a ladybug, and let it crawl onto my finger.

“Life should not be wasted on things such as war and power, but one revel in the beauty that makes it LIVABLE.” I looked up at Somnus.

“Are you a poet?” He asked.

I chuckled. “Poets write and say what is known. I know more than even the Gods.” I stand and let the ladybug fly from my hand.

“Then tell me, oh great one.” He huffed. “Who do you think the king will be?”

“I cannot say.” I smirk at him. “But it surely won’t be your smelly behind.”

His eyes widened. “Oh?”

I laugh and pat him on the shoulder. “A bath will do you good. I will see you around, Somnus.”

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak but closed it

I smiled over my shoulder as I walked away. “Tell Ardyn I want to see him tomorrow, under the tree.” And I walked back up the path into town.

I walked back to the flower shop and greeted my guardian, Susarna.

“Where have you been, young lady?” she asked, straightening the bouquets on display.

“I was in the field; I met a man.” I said kissing her on the cheek and moving to the register.

She turned to me. “A man?” She smiled slightly, “Was he good looking?”

“You could say that...” I sat in the spinning stool and thought about Ardyn, the way he smiled when he said my name, his red hair, would he have let me braid it, the way his lips parted slightly when he caught me, you’re such an idiot... I thought to myself.

“Anything else I need to know?” She walked over and nudged me.

“Well, there was another man too.” I admitted.

“Oh?” Susarna smirked. “Was he handsome?”

I raised my eyebrows; I hadn’t thought about that. Somnus was a bit shorter than Ardyn, he had much softer features but, based on what happened in the forest, a much sharper tongue. He hadn’t made me all jittery inside though.

“He was similar to the other man, but he looked younger.”

“Oh?” Her smirk widened.

“Mother!” I rolled my eyes.

“Which do you like better?” She shook me slightly.

“Why does that matter?!” I pulled away, brows furrowing.

“Who knows, you might marry one, one day.” She smiled dreamily, “And I can finally rest knowing my dear daughter is in good hands.”

I rolled my eyes. I stood and went to the door, flipping the sign to say closed before taking Susarna’s hand. I lead the woman into the small home attached behind the shop and inside.

“Come on.” I said. “Let’s make dinner, I'm starving.”

As we cooked, she continued interrogating me about Ardyn and Somnus, practically begging me to get married.

I sighed as I put the bread into the oven. “Look, I just met them. Even if you want me to marry one of them, they probably wouldn’t agree-”

A knock on the door caused me to pause, I looked out at the setting sun.

“Who could be here at such an ungodly hour?” Susarna said stepping towards the door.

“Mother-” I tried to stop her, but she opened the door anyway.

I stiffen as three men dressed in extravagant robes entered. A man as old as Susarna, MAYBE EVEN OLDER, with a huge purple, pompous looking hat cleared his throat.

“You are yet to pay off the mule you borrowed.” he said to Susarna. “Your interest is ten percent a month, remember?”

Susarna was about to speak but he cut her off.

“You also need to pay rent for your shop-”

“We paid last week!” I snapped.

His eyes flicked in my direction, I tensed slightly as they paused at my chest and legs. “Indeed, you did. But rent has increased.”

“So, we have to pay the remainder of the money?” Susarna asked, fidgeting.

“Precisely.” He addressed the short woman, but his eyes wouldn’t leave me. I felt crawly and uncomfortable in my own skin under his gaze.

“How much?” Susarna asked, noticing how uncomfortable I felt.

“Fourteen hundred Gil.” He smirked at the way Susarna’s face paled.

“We’ll pay next month...” she looked down, “We don’t have the money.”

He made a face. “But you do. Or should I say the woman power?”

Susarna looked up at him. “I don’t understand-”

“Your daughter would fetch a fair price as a whore in the market.” He smirked at me. “Or for my personal use.”

I took a step back, eyes widening.

“No.” Susarna said. “I’ll give you...” Her eyes darted around the lounge before she grabbed an antique vase. “This. It’ll fetch for fifteen hundred Gil in the market.”

He made a sound, motioning to one of his companions to take the vase. “You’re off the hook this time. I want to see what you can pull off next month.” He turned to leave but paused, smiling at me. “It’s her or the house.” And he left.

“Clomoria-” Susarna turned to speak to me, but I ran.

I ran through the back door, to the woods and into the field. I climbed the tree and sat there, trembling, He’s going to find a way... what to do, what to do! Run! That's the best option, get out of the village... But what will he do to mother... the bastard!

I burst into tears in the tree, crying and sniffling like mad. After almost an hour of crying, I felt my eyes drooping shut.

My dreams were always strange, sometimes it wasn’t much but other times...

I smiled. “Ardyn!” I jumped and cheered as the gold band was rested onto his red hair.

I looked to Somnus, he looked angry. As I looked back at Ardyn he smiled at me, slowly his smile turned wicked and black streaks of tears appeared around his eyes and mouth, his beautiful gold eyes framing in black. And my sight shattered.

I looked up at Somnus, pointing an accusing finger at Ardyn as the people began to nod, and Ardyn was put in chains... A woman with blonde hair started yelling at Somnus only for him to stab her with his sword as Ardyn screamed.

I was running, running to free him. Somnus stood in my way.

I looked up at the stars and saw huge people sitting at a table, men and women, and … snake?

“Clo.” Said the man at the table’s head, he held a claymore and had huge wings.

I was suddenly the same height as them all. “Bahamut.” I nodded.

“Ardyn is the one true king.” The people- no the Gods... the Astrals all said, and I nodded, looking to the oracle a small blonde woman.

I was running to Ardyn again before, it was a splintering pain in my back.

I sat up abruptly and slipped, falling from the branch. I didn’t hit the ground; I was caught by strong arms.

“Are you alright?” Ardyn asked.

I hugged him tightly.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “Why were you in the tree again?”

I pulled away. “I like sleeping in trees.” I smiled.

His eyes searched for me for a few moments. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I lied.

He sighed. “Well, I'm here nonetheless, what did you want to talk about?”

“Nothing,” I smiled. “I like being around you is all, and I need someone to catch me if I fall from the tree again.”

“You need to stay out of the trees.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “But if you really have nothing to do...”

“Do you have something in mind?” I asked, my smile turning into a grin.

“Could you...” He looked away blushing, “Be my muse?”

I stared at him for a moment, and hesitantly nodded.

He positioned my head in a certain way, facing the horizon, I could see horses and the farms in the distance. “Beautiful.” He said under his breath, and I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks.

I sat there for a few minutes. “Somnus said you drew me before?”

“I- uh-” He stuttered. “I didn’t have a good look of your face is all... I’d seen your hair and the side profile but-”

I cut him off, “Can I see it?”

He stared at me for a long time before hesitantly flipping the page and showing it to me. I stared at the drawing of me, it was when I was delivering flowers. I felt a heat rushing to my cheeks and I looked at Ardyn, “You drew this?”

He nodded. “I should probably go-” he stood to leave.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit again. “Let’s just talk...” I smiled. “Please?”

He looked down at me and hesitantly he sat back down.

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It was no secret Aera was in love with Ardyn. I was his little brother, but I could see it from a mile away. The way she smiled at him and tried to be near him, the way she always cooked for him and made sure he ate it, the way she hugged him when she cried as if only he could fix it.

I had never thought much of the women of our small town, not until I turned twenty though, that was the first time I looked at Aera in a different light. I had an accident involving a horse and she was patching my leg, her touch was so gentle. Every time I grimaced or whimpered she’d apologize...

How can Ardyn not want you? I wondered to myself as she cooked and cleaned around the house and made sure I was all taken care of.

Then on the day she’d confided in me, told me the secret of her heart. Her yearning for my elder brother, I knew I had to make her mine, or I had to make sure he could never have her. I wanted Aera for only a year, until I met her.

Clomoria... I thought on my way back home. The way she’d spoken in the forest, the way she’d intentionally drawn me in, and then let me fall. I thought about her dark hair that billowed down her back in thick curls, her angelic voice, deep and heavy with the accent of the people from the east.

She was shorter than me, her soft cotton robes mapping her petite body, the skirt ending just above her knees. I noticed Ardyn going out early in the day more often than not. At one point I followed him, seeing my elder brother enter a flower shop, I followed, and a rage blistered within me. I could hear the music slightly from where I stood, I clenched my fists as they danced. His hand in hers one on her waist, she was clumsy dancer, but my brother seemed so infatuated with the woman.

I stiffened as she looked up into his eyes, I saw a look on my brother’s face I hadn’t seen ever before, and then I decided what I had to do.

He could have Aera, but Clo, she was mine, every woman I had eyes for he stole, but this woman, this dear woman, this goddess would be mine.

I went to Aera’s home and knocked on the door. “Aera.”

She opened and smiled, “Somnus-”

I pushed her into the house and kicked the door shut behind me before pinning her against the wall, “Listen closely. Ardyn has eyes for what is mine.”

She looked confused, “Wha-”

“I've seen them together. Help me Aera...” I looked into her silver eyes.

She swallowed, “Somnus. What do you mean?”

“Ardyn loves another woman.”

#ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv ardyn #ff15 ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #episode ardyn #ffxv somnus #ff15 somnus #somnus lucis caelum #ffxv aera #ff15 aera #aera mirus fleuret #original character #original female character

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adagaium · 1 year

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at least 5 things your muse enjoys doing aside from canon! repost, don’t reblog - pls!

as in, a list of things ardyn might want to do if he isn't trying to wreck people's lives

singing! ardyn also has a great singing voice and if you catch him on a particularly good day, he may be singing along with songs on the radio while he does his paperwork ... he also sings in the car, so maybe not riding with ardyn is a good idea, because he will not let you turn off the music unless you want to forfeit your soul.

building or designing machines and things! ardyn brought magitek to niflheim, but while his days in the past were mostly traveling, taking care of the kids, spending time with his wife, or healing the sick, ardyn has always had a knack for tinkering with various items and making new little contraptions. a natural inventor this one! while ardyn can’t draw chocobos, he can make amazing blueprints.

cooking! while he’s no ignis, ardyn knows how to make some very nice tasting food. this is something he had to practice a lot, since when he started, he was terrible at it, almost poisoning himself on multiple occasions back before his exile and execution and absolutely poisoning himself when he first attempted on his own when he finally had his own place to live. lucky for ardyn, he’s immortal, so that went over as a little time under the weather, nothing more. one could guess that he is in fact far older than he looks by the meals he cooks — delicacies ... of at least a century ... at times, he’ll recreate something much loved by most in solheim!

dancing! especially ballroom dancing! ardyn likes fancy parties and he certainly likes fancy dances to go with them. as chancellor, he’s also a socialite, he’s invited to many events and occasions. ask him to dance with you and he probably will. it’s the one time where he will let someone hold his hands, because it’s dancing and necessary. despite having sustained an injury that absolutely has done something to his walking, while dancing, ardyn doesn’t seem to have an issue with movement at all. dancing with ardyn is probably more romantic than most other things he’ll ever do even if he has a significant other ...

creative writing, especially poetry! also known as the other intimate ardyn experience. ardyn has in fact written poetry love letters. he also likes creative writing in prose and if he wasn’t so bent on revenge against the lucis caelum line, he’d probably sit down and write a novel. as a note his own favorite books to read are usually mystery, sci-fi, or philosophy. for as romantic of a poet as he is, he hates romance books.

#my rot is as hungry as me ❜ › study #and when god asks me about love‚ i always respond with cruelty ❜ › meta analysis

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invarietas · 1 month

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004. kiss hand - for Ardyn? (With eternal affection, from Gen. <33) @whitedecadence

he is fractal- splintered in ways no cartographer could ever chart. long has he lost the thread of who he used to be; failing to match any ephemeral recollection with the image that greets him each time he passes a reflective surface.

the face is not his, yet is. is familiar yet strange, and all too often does he find himself embroiled in his own head- separate as he is from his initial, astral given purpose.

this world was new, and saturated with magic far and beyond his own mana-less realm. his first scourged victim elderly, from a grunged metal city with a plate for a sky. he’d wandered, found various jobs with those who couldn’t care less whether he remembered the date or their faces from yesterday.

( he usually did. it was not always this bad. )

made a sort of life, blending with others wearing piecemeal garments. ambition did not touch him until he awoke to himself, as himself.

had met a soul of fire, with abilities that made his pulse quicken and his lips smile for the first time in what seemed an age. spoke eloquence as if he were royalty himself, tending within adagium a flame of fondness--

( he is lost today )

pulls him back with a gentle grip upon their walk of streets less cluttered with filth, bewildered gold riveting upon that particular shade of emerald ice (too new, too new, where am i?), frantic thoughts slowing gradually - from jackrabbit to crawl, and his heart yet beats the former.

“genesis...” a breath, and perhaps a new beginning. the name a herald of change, as much as a plea to return to what is known.

( he is known. his poet. )

“i am sorry...” and truly, he is. tone mournful, for how could he have gotten so lost?

“it’s alright now. ...what were you saying~?”

#[ yes i am reposting this on my active blog. because i am v proud of this and also have no self control. ]#[ fuck i love shooting muses into different fandoms ]#answered. | ardyn izunia #asked and answered.#whitedecadence #whitedecadence: genesis

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sparklecryptid · 3 years

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an offered hand verse- there's a realisation that Charlie's hands are softer, meant for a pen and not a sword, and that means he's /vulnerable/

protective cat ardyn

Ardyn: Ah. It seems my poet has fought only a few times and was always aided by others

Ardyn: Ah. It seems my poet is vulnerable and absolutely terrible at fighting

Ardyn: *curls himself around Charlie and hisses at any threat to let them know that he is the bigger threat*

#an offered hand verse #meanwhile charlie is 'what have i done to deserve these'#and ardyn is like 'i am going to cherish my poet'#read 'i am going to be protective of my poet whenever we are outside city limits'#read: i am going to be protective of my poet even in city limits but with the civility that comes with civilization i am going to be even #MORE PROTECTIVE

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impatient-traveler · 7 years

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Poet!Ardyn AU

Requested by and dedicated to @hi-im-captain-bullshit :) Thank you for being a friend and an inspiration!! <3

A sort of Wolf’s Rain anime ending style AU, aka after the tragic end of everything our heroes just randomly get reincarnated in a world that’s just like theirs, minus all of the bad. Ardyn gets reincarnated in Noct’s times because they died at the same time, despite being born 2k years apart. Enjoy the fluff!

ALSO, THIS GOT LONG LMAO. IDK HOW OR WHEN :’D kill meeeee

The Prince had just finished school and was leaving the building with Prompto, his best friend. It was a gorgeous, sunny day very close to summer break and he was itching to spend it on something fun.

“Uh, isn’t Ignis gonna be waiting for you?” his buddy asked when he turned towards the back exit. Noctis shrugged.

“I guess.” he kept walking.

“Sooo... are you ditching him?” the blond inquired, jogging to catch up with him.

“What does it look like?”

“He’s gonna be pissed you know.”

“Yes, well. It’s either that or I get to spend the day studying.” the Prince explained.

“Wait, for what??”

“There’s a math test tomorrow.”

“...Oh. Is there? Oh right.” the other boy muttered to himself. “Hey, we got answers to this one!” he yelled, finally figuring out why he’d allowed himself to forget about it.

“Shhh!!” the Prince whirled on him, already reaching to cover his mouth. His friend evaded swiftly. “Don’t yell about that.” he paused as he got through the door, then waited for the other to catch up. “Ignis isn’t gonna like me cheating. And I don’t feel like pretending I’m studying for the entire day, alright?” Prompto grinned.

“Sure thing. Where are we going?” he asked excitedly.

“I don’t know.” Noct shrugged. “The arcade?”

“Good enough.” his companion agreed.

Soon they were walking hand in hand through the busy, bright streets. There were plenty of people out and about, enjoying the weather. Blessedly when he was wearing his school uniform and accompanied by a kid his age instead of royal bodyguards Noctis could walk around unrecognized. There’d been a few occasions when someone figured out who he was, but they were rare enough that he saw no reason to change his habits. They were slowly making their way from the centre full of wide windows and colorful displays into the older, narrower parts of the city where the less flashy establishments were. They were by no means back streets, but they were out of the way and mostly inhabited by small restaurants, music and book stores. Just a few minutes and they’d find the familiar sign of the arcade that was their favorite. As they walked, absentmindedly chatting about their school day, Noct’s attention was drawn to a man standing at the corner a little ahead of them. He was wearing the oddest ensemble of clothes he’d ever seen, especially for the early summer heat. Heavy black cloak, no less than three scarves and a hat tipped playfully on top of dark ruby locks. That was an odd sight in itself, on someone who looked to be in his thirties at least, but Noctis supposed with every year the older generations got more progressive and he shouldn’t be surprised by the occasional crazy hair color. As they got closer he returned his attention to what Prompto was saying.

“What a pleasure to see you, your Highness!” a pleasant, honey-sweet tone called after them. Noct whirled on the spot, shocked to see anyone recognize him. It was the man he’d been eyeing, now observing them with a kind smile and a mischievous twinkle in his amber eyes. Reluctantly, the Prince stepped closer, an anxious Prompto at his heels.

“I, uh.” he struggled to switch to his royal tone for a moment. “The pleasure is mine.” he ground out awkwardly, not at all pleased. “How did you recognize me?” the boy failed to keep the grumble from his tone. He enjoyed his privacy and hated to be denied it. The stranger only smiled wider.

“I couldn’t help it, your Highness, I apologize. Perhaps it’s the royal aura.” the man gestured at Noct with a flourish, an edge of mockery entering his voice. The Prince bristled.

“Yeah, I bet it is.” he muttered. Prom shifted awkwardly next to him, obviously wanting to say something but not sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, I’m sure I interrupted something important.” the stranger said, almost genuine. Noctis didn’t miss the jab.

“I don’t always have to be working, you know.” he pointed out, narrowing his blue eyes.

“So, uh, what’s that?” Prompto’s unnaturally cheerful voice interrupted them, a sure sign that the blond was anxious. The man looked at him, while Noct turned to search for what his friend was talking about. It turned out there was a stack of small books sitting on a windowsill next to the stranger, a few more visible peeking out from a torn and battered black canvas backpack underneath. Next to it stood, propped up against the wall, a pristine and pretty black umbrella, of all things. The only thing running through the Prince’s mind at the sight of the literature was ‘oh no, not a preacher!’

“Ah, those?” the man’s voice drew his attention back to his face, now smiling modestly. “Only some poetry, I’m afraid.” he shrugged apologetically. Prom nearly jumped.

“Really? Did you write it??” he asked, crowding the man’s personal space.

“Indeed. Would you like to see?” one of the thin books was passed into Prompto’s waiting hands. Intrigued, Noct looked at the cover and saw it showed a crystal, different from the Crystal, with two swords crossed underneath it and surrounded by sylleblossoms. Now he was seriously curious. His friend opened the book and scanned through it quickly, stopping as soon as he saw a block of text that seemed short enough to read on the spot. The stranger waited politely.

“Wow! This is really good!” the boy exclaimed a minute later. “Like, actually very good!” the man gave tham a sheepish smile.

“Thank you, young man.” he said, sounding oddly formal since he definitely wasn’t old enough to call them that.

“May I?” Noctis asked and was immediately handed a second book.

“Of course, your Highness.” he was told, accompanied by a small but respectful nod. At least the strange man had the sense to not bow in public. The boy opened the book on the first page. ‘Liber Crystallinus; poems by Ardyn Izunia’, it said.

“Ardyn, right?” Noct asked, raising his eyebrows skeptically.

“Yes, prince Noctis.” the stranger replied, letting the boy know he need not introduce himself. Meanwhile, Prompto sighed sadly and reluctantly handed the book back.

“Thanks, I really like it.” he said.

“Oh, keep it if you want.” Ardyn offered. The blond bounced once more.

“Really? Thank you!!” he yelled.

“Can I keep it too?” Noct asked, not overly excited at the prospect of poetry but intrigued enough to check it out. The man nodded with a pleasant smile.

“Oh! Oh! We need to get a selfie!!” Prom announced, already pulling out his camera and squeezing close to Ardyn. The man seemed less than thrilled at the idea but happy to humor the younger generation.

With not much choice left, Noctis stepped up at the other side of the peculiar stranger and grinned at the camera.

When they got to Prompto’s home that evening, after hours spent at the arcade, they looked at the picture again. The three of them, two cheerful boys and a scruffy but kind looking poet in too many scarves. Noct decided to keep the photo.

#ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ardyn izunia #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv fanfic #ff15 fanfic #prompto argentum #ffxv au #poet!Ardyn #mine #wtf when and how did this happen #lmao

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discardedtwigs · 7 years

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There used to be stars somewhere in my heart, in my head, in the sky I ask around "where did the stars go?" and the masses point to the sky Is this to be my punishment? have the Gods blinded me to the light? the days long and the night muddled is the moon shrinking? is the sun dying?

Newly Divine (Linn D.) excerpt from my upcoming chapbook Royally Deceived

#poets on tumblr #poetry #spilled ink #inkstay #writing #*#2017 #royally deceived*#i finally released the title of the chapbook! woot woot #ardyn izunia #coz this one's ardyn inspired

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greenjudy · 3 years

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and yours

25.

“It was like that for years?” you ask.

My head is pillowed on your shoulder. We’re bunked together in a disused, spider-webbed corner of the Immortal’s subterranean redoubt, surrounded by what’s left of the heart of Insomnia. He came over to check on us once; got to see me half-naked, you twined around me, your back marked by decade-old sheets of flame. Cor, to his credit, didn’t even change color. Since then we’ve hung my regalia across the opening to our supply closet, or whatever it was, hoping it will serve as a deterrent, or at least a warning of what’s inside.

It’s not precisely private, but we make do.

“I think so,” I tell you.

“Awake, all that time?”

“In a waking dream, I think.”

“So you were…safe, in a way.”

I smile against your fingers as they brush my mouth.

“In a way. There was… Ignis, I promise there was no pain. It just… it took time to understand. Time stacked on top of time. I saw time that moved, and inside it, like a secret seed, I saw time that stood still: not frozen, but open.”

“How beautiful,” you whisper.

I’ve closed my eyes to help me remember: the Crystal a precinct, a prison, but also a prism, a lens.

“You see… in there, you see the limits of things. I saw the Caelii, each one, one after the other, down to my father. I watched the Old Wall get made. I saw the Messengers, the Astrals… and in the end, they all seemed kind of small. Not so different from you and me.”

I feel you take that in, mull it over. You lift me against you in your arms, adjust, your legs shifting around mine. I could melt into you. I think maybe I already have.

“In the Tomb of the Forester,” you say then, after a long silence, “I found two verses in the old language of Solheim, incised deeply into the stone laid at the foot of the king. I’m no poet, Noct, but I’ll try to translate.” A silence settles around you as you remember, and then I hear your voice again.

“Even the gods cannot say what comes After peril perishes.

Therefore, subside not into silence But sing the unseen light whose ruth reveals the rise and fall of all that shines.”

“Even the gods,” I whisper. “So let’s say Bahamut was wrong.”

Your head cocked as you listen to my voice. Your fingers stroking the nape of my neck.

“When you… and Ardyn. Let’s say everything you saw… the predictions… Ignis, let’s just say.”

“Let’s say,” you respond, your voice shaky, “let’s say it’s turned out I…gave enough, and the old powers were satisfied. Or they’re not satisfied! They’re childish, angry, and afraid, just like us. But let’s say. Despite—“ you laugh suddenly, catching your breath—“despite the gods themselves. That Providence is on our side, in the end.”

“When we do what we’ve come here to do,” I say, “and the sun comes up, and it’s time to rebuild. Days that begin and end. The end of us, too; that’s what we have to look forward to. Short or long, Ignis, whatever’s left, it’s yours.”

“Short and long,” you say. “And yours. From the very beginning.”

You walk unerringly, even in shadow; I’m guided by a star I can no longer see. It’s dark, now, but the darkness is not permanent.

“If so,” you say, then, into my hair, your voice very soft.

“If so,” I whisper, echoing you one more time.

“How should we be, we two old men? How should we be together?” you ask.

For we are old. Older than we look; older even than we are. We have lived layered lives, our time all compacted by terrible circumstance.

I reach out, and let myself caress your scarred face.

“I’ll catch the fish,” I tell you. “If you’ll cook them for me.”

The finished story is on the AO3.

Not frozen, but open.

#FFXV #ignoct #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x ignis #this one came out of the oven pretty fast #after it cools I may make minor edits

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ardyns-corner · 3 years

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Hello My Fellow Sleep Deprived Authors!

My name is Ardyn and I am new to the Writer side of Tumblr. I mainly write things like fan fictions on days where I need to cope with chronic fucking anxiety, but I also write my own literature.

About Me

I am 17 Years Old

I am Genderfluid

My pronouns are he/they

I am a lesbian

I used to be an avid Kalvin Garrah stan. I personally believe that motherfucker contributed to my various mental illnesses and gender dysphoria. If you find my old Truscum Tumblr from when I was 12 and when I thought I was a cis lesbian, no you didn’t.

I practice African American spirituality (hoodoo) and I also practice chaos and green witchcraft. I am also clairvoyant.

My main genres are SciFi, Romance, and Fantasy.

I roleplay on Amino from time to time

I am black

I support Neopronouns. If we become moots and you have neo pronouns you want me to use, I will use them.

I also support Xenopronouns and Xenogenders. I don’t give a flying fuck what you identify as. I will not pop a rage boner if you want to be a cat and be referred to as meow/meowself. Thats yo fuckin business.

I will write a few articles on social topics.

I still use my old Wattpad from when I was 12 to upload my new shit. If anything on there is posted before 2020, brace yourself.

I’m very insecure about my literature.

If you want to request any fanfictions right now, you must be a patron on my Patreon.

I am a poet as well.

It takes me up to seven hours to fully write, edit, post, then promote my works. Thats why my tiers are $8-$15 on my patreon.

I usually eat very little on days that I work.

I am just not getting my professional career started.

I upload new things to my Patreon everyday.

I am autistic

I am a wreck, but a productive wreck.

I write NSFW things as well.

I’ve been on this accursed site since I was 12.

My favorite video games are Minecraft, Skyrim, Oblivion, Subnautica, etc.

My favorite author is Brandon Sanderson (I like his books, not his crusty dusty ass though)

My favorite book is Skyward by Brandon Sanderson

My favorite book series is The Hunger Games (don’t dog on me, it may be a bit overrated but things are overrated for a reason)

My favorite TV show is Girl From Nowhere

My favorite movie is Mulan (1998)

My favorite animes are Demon Slayer, Akame ga kill, and Parasyte.

My favorite anime character of all time, however is Sailor Jupiter.

My favorite video game character is Ardyn Lucis Caelum from FFXV. (I am so sorry if you haven’t finished the game yet LMAO)

My favorite vocalists are Beyonce, Nina Simone, Miki Matsubara, Malukah, Whitney Houston.

My favorite bands are BABYMETAL, Coldplay, Mother Mother, and Black Veil Brides

My favorite rappers are Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat, Flo milli, and Kendrick Lamar

My favorite genres of music is literally everything, including country (the good kind that isnt beers, trucks, and racism)

My favorite instrumentalist is RichardEB

My favorite artists are Mitski, Army of Lovers, Melanie Martinez, and Lorde.

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jimmythejiver · 3 years

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For the first time in a long time I went to the movies in forever and then to Target. At Target I see some Godiva bars on discount yellow tags and I was ecstatic until I read 70% Cacao, Dark, Salted Caramel and was deflated.

Anyway that's how I felt about seeing The Green Knight. What you thought this was about chocolate?

No see since the pandemic I've been back on my perennial King Arthur kick. I've for a long time since I was a young preteen thought, someday I too will write my own King Arthur epic and it'll be gay, magical, gangster and culty too, but for now I'll make up my own stories for practice and then with every story I got attached too, it got too involved and convoluted to the point that when it came down to actually writing a novel, I threw it all away and made a space opera I only planned in two weeks and wrote in a month. Anyway...so now I've been writing this very gay, magical, gangster and culty take on Final Fantasy XV with my boyfriend and just fell in love with Somnus Lucis Caelum who nobody has any insight about him than to make him the Mordred to Ardyn's Arthur, which is a strange flex, but okay, I thought about what if I wrote a Dark Age prequel about Ardyn and Somnus, but Ardyn becomes king and Somnus his shogun and they play games of seduction and power because I'm twisted like that. Anyway...I was like I'm never going to write this and I have to keep making up characters based on FFXV characters and King Arthur tropes because there's not a lot of stories that take place during the Dark Ages, it's always some Roman Empire story, or High Middle Ages and FFXV gave no room for either society to happen after the fall of Solheim and the rise of King Somnus...so we left with Dark Ages, y'all, the King Arthur comparisons are obvious, but Ardyn is no Arthur and Somnus is no Mordred, Aera is only Guenevere if you make up an affair with Somnus, Gilgamesh is no Bedwyr/Bedivere, but uh...they both amputees and the oldest companions to their respective kings so...I guess. Anyway making an ancestor of Cor Leonis and deciding well he's Owain/Yvain, or am Ignis type as idk Sir Cai/Kay I guess, they both cook, but Cai's more like Seifer Almasy than any FF character... Anyway I'm losing people.

My plan was to just scrap the FFXV prequel, leave my Somnus ideas into Overtime (a gangster and gods story) and just plan an actual King Arthur adaptation. I'd have King Arthur the treasure hunter, leader of a warband turned founder of Camelot who fights giants, giant cats and dogheads, but also fights King Claudas of the Franks and King Aelle of the Saxons and Cerdic a Briton who puts in his lot with the Saxons, etc. It'd been a a glorified turf war, meanwhile Arthur's gotta make alliances with King Pelles, The Fisher King and his strange cult he's founded because, why yes I find the ends justifies the means prophecy of the Holy Grail Quest very culty because Christianity then does not resemble it now. Meanwhile you got the secondary plots of Mordred, Gawain, Lancelot, Percival, Tristam and other's going on because they matter and too many modern King Arthur stories sideline the knights.

So many have always sidelined Mordred as a final boss eldritch abomination in mortal flesh conceived of sin and give him no personality, or complex motives, or even just a relationship with Arthur. I also have noticed the general sidelining of Lancelot, or give him a chad villain upgrade if you must include him at all, and the villainizing of Gawain to the point that you don't even have to have Mordred, or Agravain as a catalyst shit stirrer in court, just slap Gawain's name on Liam Neeson in a top knot and you're good. Mordred can just be a child offscreen until last act...fuck that, while Morgan Le Fay can either be a villainess plotting her cabal through men, or a well-intentioned, ineffectual idiot. Fuck that.

Now Hollywood just be doing King Arthur first acts that suck ass, only for said director to get rewarded failing upwards by giving this same jerk the Aladdin remake. The tonally shitty, crammed in blockbuster mess of a cliche heroe's journey that sucks.

With that background I was excited for The Green Knight. I read an illustrative version as a kid, I read Tolkien's translation as a teenager, I read Simon Armitage's superior, but with liberties taken translation. I was prepped to go knowing that indie, or not they were going to make changes to weave the disjointed poem together. I'm excited that because this movie exists Project Guternberg's finally thrown Jessie Weston's prose rendition up on their website. I'll be reading that at some point when this blows over.

The movie adaptation makes a lot of...choices, many I wouldn't love, but would forgive had their been a payoff. There was none.

The journey was fine, the cinematography was a breath of fresh air after crappy slo mo, glossy action scenes ruined another. Guys, I don't think I want to see a Zack Snyder Excalibur, it'll marginally be better than Guy Ritchie, but that ain't saying anything. Leave Excalibur to the post-Star Wars 80s where it is impeccable for it's time. I liked Green Knight's breathable pacing, it's color palette's in the forests and mountains made up for the muddy grey of every Ridley Scott send up in the castles and villages in every other Dark Ages/Medieval story in the last I don’t know since the shitty 00′s. For all the dark tones when there was blues, greens, yellows or reds, they were vibrant in this movie to contrast the gloom of Britain. The soundtrack was good. This isn't all what makes a movie, but it enhances it so let's get to the story and what I did and didn't like.

Things I Liked: Gawain is still a novice in his career The Costume Dressing Everyone pronounces Gawain's name different. I pronounce it like Gwayne, or Guh Wayne, but here you got Gowen (like Owen), Gowan (like Rowan), or even Garlon who I'm pretty sure is the Fisher King's heir in some versions of that Arthurian story, so uh... The reference to Arthur slaying 960 men with his bare hands (Nennius for the win!) The Waste Land that is implied to be a site of a battle (an important aspect of the Arthurian landscape) The Fox companion No long grisly, drawn out hunting scenes. The Fox lives! No misogynist speeches

Things I'm Mixed: This being a dream, is the magic real? Are the giants? Is the Green Knight a figment of Gawain's imagination from a spell Morgan casted in him to hallucinate? Is Lord and Lady also figments? It's...a way to interpret the poem, but lazy and I don't see why it's got to all fantasy, or all dream...this movie makes it too vague you're stuck picking one camp than to accept it's a fantasy with dream and hallucinatory sequences.

Things I'm Meh: Morgan Le Fay as Gawain's mom. Look I fucking hate Morgause as a character and these two get merged and steal each other's aspects so much at this point the difference is who did they marry, King Urien or King Lot? Both are attributed to being Mordred's mom, Mordred is Gawain's brother...both practice magic depending on certain incarnations, both love and hate Arthur their brother and are in conflict with him. Saint Winifred. I actually liked this sequence, but I don't appreciate her as the tacked on wife in the later dream sequence as like...a contrast between the wife you should marry than the whore next door you don't respect anyway? I don't even know what lesson I'm supposed to get out of the damn dream sequence, or any of it? That Gawain should've married his girlfriend and then he'd be a just ruler? That he shouldn't be king? That he'd never have to make the same heartless, impartial choices? I don't know, he seemed like a king doing king shit because guess what? It never gets easier. Wars will be waged. The world didn't become better because he married the right woman, respected her and lived in obscurity. The world didn't become better because he made her his queen. We certainly don't know the world would be better Gawain had his head chopped off and dead XP They never reveal the Lord and the Green Knight as one and the same because of this shit.

Things I Hated: Arthur withdraws from the challenge because he's old. In poem he takes it on and Gawain takes it so he don't have to and he finds himself more disposable than the king. Gawain only takes the challenge because of arrogance. Arthur and Gawain had no prior personal relationship. I'd not have hated this so much if it wasn't compounded by it cancelling out the first two things. Gawain is portrayed as having no respect for his woman, or any woman, maybe his mother? He has to be pushed by Winifred to regain her head. Gawain is portrayed as arrogant, covetous and ready to pass the buck, or the bare minimum than have any honor or decency. It didn't matter the kid in the wasteland was shithead bandit, the way Gawain acted towards him, when he gets robbed, it almost feels like he deserved it and Gawain doesn't learn a damn lesson. I'll admit him taking the sword to cut his ropes and cutting his hands was a neat sequence, it shows him go from stupid, to almost clever and having will to survive...you know traits he had in the poem, but he stops showing these traits or growing. Basically Gawain has to be dragged kicking and screaming to help people and shows no fortitude when facing temptation, or when showing respect towards others, it's exhausting. You don't make this kind of journey story without character growth. Why are you skipping this? Also is it just me, or is this like when you take Frank Miller Batman and transport him onto a Bill Finger story? This is at best Thomas Malory Gawain (and this is charitable) transported on the earlier Pearl Poet's story. Stop it. It's not tonally correct and goes at odds with the story and the set up characterization you'd need to tell it. Speaking of which, you know how I get through the oof... of Liam Neeson Gawain in Excalibur? By pretending he Agravain instead. Here...I don't even think Gawain could pass as Mordred in spite of his covetous nature, lust and entitlement. Why? because I don't think even Mordred is this dumb to warrant this hubris. Essel being invented as a tacked on love interest just to be shit on utterly and for what? I don't think I have much commentary here as there is no Essel I'm aware of to compare, or stack up. I just notice this trope of like...usually if you include a sex worker in Hollywood she often has a heart of gold, she often has her own sense of values that goes at odds with society, but is more true and less hypocritical than a privileged lady’s. I thought that's what they would've done with the added trope of back at home sweetheart to contrast and pit her against the despicable femme fatale of Lady Bertilak and her adultery and her ladyship...and I'm glad they didn't...but you did nothing with Essel than to shit on her for existing when you made her exist, you know. Lady Bertilak being portrayed as the seductress devil incarnate. Look I know adultery is a touchy taboo, but uh her and Gawain hit it off in the poem, dammit! Her values and his values come to clash, but here it's played off as Gawain is stupid and covetous and Lady Bertilak wants to prove something because...? If my brother's theory that she's a figment of Morgan Le Fay's magic, then I'll take this as a lesson of Gawain is impulsive and covetous and his mom knows it, but he don't want to fuck his mom, but he wants her power, and Morgan wants to teach him a lesson... I guess. Hey we don't have misogynist speeches in this movie, but we'll make sure to have the movie drip with it with no point, or commentary. Pass. Lord guilting, extracting and initiating the same sex kiss and only once. Poem automatically better that Gawain don't have to keep being reminded to keep his part of the bargain and he does it willingly more than once. What he doesn't do is give up his belt...gods how did we get more homophobic as a society that the homoeroticism here is worse? Catholics of the middle ages officially had no issue doing same sex, passionate kissing until it lead to sex. The Ending: The gods damn ending. In the movie as is, Gawain waits to uphold his end of the bargain and get his head chopped off. He imagines, even though we don't get any fuzzy or distortion to indicate this is a dream, but I already knew this was coming, he runs away and comes home, is regarded a hero, he sees his lady, takes her from behind and if you saw Brokeback Mountain (I didn't, but DJ has) you know this is a sign of disrespect to women. He gets her knocked up, pays her off for the kid she wants to keep, he is crowned king, marries the ghostly saint lady he helped retrieve her head earlier from a lake in the movie (this right here is the damn tip off). There's no more dialogue by this point and everything is montaging, so you know by now it's a dream, though nothing is out of focus. He rules as a heartless king, his whore son dies from war he waged, he has a daughter, his wife dies. Gawain then takes off the belt that would've saved his life and his head falls off. This would've been the one good twist, except... In this sequence of events he never had his head cut off so uh... now we back in present day. He decides not to bitch out, Green Knight in a sexy way is like "now off with your head," movie cuts to credits with no resolve...uh what the fuck? What the fuck? This is not good. You wasted the one twist in your dream when idk, you could've...

How I'd fix it: No dream sequence at all. No Incident At Owl Creek twist. Gawain comes home a hero and survivor of this game and ordeal. He wears this belt of shame. He becomes a well-renowned knight, but he bears a shame. One day he goes to take off his belt and his head falls off because he cheated to get this belt and to survive this encounter. There. Done. Improved your high concept movie that couldn't play any of the lessons straight from the damn poem without making everyone an asshole for no reason! Ugh! But nope you had to end it on we don’t know if Gawain lives or dies...because...it's dream magic made from his momma's witchcraft...?

Last Thoughts So then post-credits scene because Marvel because Pirates Of The Caribbean existed. A white girl who looks nothing like Gawain's daughter we see who didn’t pay off, or any child I can remember through this whole movie picks up King Arthur's crown that dream Gawain inherited and puts it on her head. Who is this girl? Are we gonna have an indie equivalent of of the Marvel Movie Universe/Universal Horror Monsters thing with ancient British legends? We gonna get a Life Of Saint Patrick next that crosses over? I don't know. What is this?

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Cloud Strife reborn as Prompto argentum???

*ancient plunny revives with a scream* *I slam the lid back down on it with a surprised screech*

WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME. BUCKLE UP WE’RE GETTING A FREAKING FICLET.

-Cloud Strife dies, old and ... contented for the most part. He’s lived a good life. Not an easy one, or even a kind one, but ... good. He dies and he slides into the Lifestream, and Zack and Aerith welcome him with open arms.

-And for a very, very long time, he drifts. He is ... partially aware of the world beyond the Lifestream, but he mostly doesn’t care. He did his part, saved it more than a few times, he’s earned his rest.

-Zack and Aerith like to keep an eye on the world though, partly out of curiosity and partly out of care, and they keep him apprised of certain things. Of Minerva raising new Guardians of the world via the Summons, assigning some to guard the Star from threats from beyond, some as Messengers who function much like old Summons. They tell him about the rise and fall of a civilization called Solheim and Cloud mourns a little at the rush of new residents in the Lifestream that follows Ifrit’s wrath.

-Then Aerith comes to him and tells him-

-That Ifrit went too far. His anger runs too deep. It’s ... done something. Jenova is dead and gone, but some of her taint lingered in the scars of the world and Ifrit’s anger FUSED with those old wisps to birth something new. Something terrible. Something called the Starscourge.

-And Cloud gets a nasty feeling that his time of rest is coming to an end.

-Still, he doesn’t leave. He doesn’t want to. But now he takes to watching occasionally with Zack and Aerith as the Astrals struggle to stop what one of their own created, as Bahamut crafts a mighty Crystal, a direct conduit to the power of the Lifestream and all the old magics that used to be found freely in Materia but that Gaia had long ago pulled back for fear of humanity’s abuse. Bahamut tracks down two families, one descended of Tifa’s children, blue eyed and black haired and Stubborn, another descended of Genesis of all people, skilled in magic and poets at heart. Bahamut blesses them with magic and tells them they will save the world.

-Cloud watches in spurts and flickers, dropping into awareness every century or so. The two family lines have no yet cured the Scourge, the taint still spreads, inch by inch and victim by victim.

-Aerith cries her heart out when Ardyn is born, and rises, and falls. It’s not fair. It’s not FAIR for another to suffer like this. Ardyn was as close to an Ancient as could ever be and he tried so HARD, but he was too immature in his magic, he didn’t have the same knowledge that Aerith or even Zack and Cloud had about magic and so he was infected. But his magic was too strong to let him die from it.

-Cloud goes and yells at Minerva with Zack a little bit, and she looks at them wearily and explains she CAN’T do anything. Gaia has given the world of the living to the Astrals. Minerva can no longer directly interfere and Bahamut refuses to listen.

-And time continues to unspool. Bahamut has bound Gaia (now called Eos) to a Prophecy and all they can do is watch it play out.

-Unless...

-Titan comes to them in secret, without Bahamut’s knowledge or permission. Titan is of Earth and the Earth is of the Lifestream, he is the closest still to being the Titan of old, the closest to memories of when Eos was Gaia and Gaia had Champions. Titan is a patience creature, but not unkind. He, unlike the others, has remained awake and part of the world after catching the great Meteor, has seen humans struggle and live and love and die. He remembers the old Champions... and so he asks.

-One more time?

-Cloud is tired just thinking about it. He is not a hero, not in his own eyes, he is just a screwup, an experiment gone wrong and broken free of its strings. But he loves his friends, and the people who are descended of Tifa and Genesis and all his old companions. He loves the world still and most of all ... he loves Aerith and Zack. His brother and sister of heart. So when Aerith and Zack step forward to accept Titan’s plan, what can Cloud do but quietly step forward as well and offer to fight one more time?

-Titan thanks them, and he and Minerva make a plan. Already time is drawing short. They cannot simply DO THIS and hope for the best, they must place them where they have the most chance of changing things. Titan and Minerva settle on an idea and Minerva apologizes to Cloud, specifically.

-Cloud is pulled under before he can ask why. And for a long time that is the last he knows.

-Awareness comes back in flickers and spurts and the feel of bubbling green liquid on his skin. Sight comes diluted by the water of a tank.

-Cloud emerges from his tank screaming and thrashing, and the men in white coats take note of his unusual energy and reactions to the first of the Scourge treatments.

-Cloud feels the Scourge slide into his veins like an old, hated friend and screams louder, but magic is soul and soul is magic and Cloud’s soul has already battled something far worse than this diluted, spiteful plague. It consumes the Scourge in his veins, twists it into familiar channels and patterns that will someday make Cloud unnaturally strong and fast and keen of senses despite his scrawny frame and normal appearance.

-For now though, Cloud shivers in his sparks of fragile awareness and hates that he ever agreed to this.

-Of course he was reborn in a FREAKING LABORATORY.

-Cloud isn’t sure how long he stays in the lab, fading from awareness only to launch back to the forefront of the infantile mind this body has in fits and spurts. Just that it’s too long. Long enough for the men to mark him like a candy bar, long enough for them to pump gallon after gallon of Scourge in his veins and take confused notes when his body absorbs it and twists it into something different out of self-defense.

-He wakes up at one point to hear someone shuffling around the lab they moved him into. Someone with a different tread from the guards and the scientists. Cloud whines despite himself, flails with frustrating tiny limbs as a strange face appears above his sealed not-crib. Ice blue eyes look into Cloud’s, and Cloud knows in an instant this man is not of the lab. This man is dressed wrong, moves wrong, FEELS like he doesn’t belong, like there is a star pulsing softly under his skin.

-Cloud reaches for the man with another whine he can’t help and starts crying silently because Stupid Baby Instincts.

-He’s honestly surprised when the man blinks twice, sighs at the ceiling and mutters over his own idiocy, and then breaks open Cloud’s not-crib container. Alarms screech in his overly sensitive ears as the man clumsily hefts Cloud’s tiny infant self into his arms and RUNS. Cloud has never been so grateful for another person’s recklessness in his entire life.

-The man runs and hides and carts him what feels like halfway across the world, bumbling through childcare in a way that Cloud is pretty sure a normal baby wouldn’t have survived. Cloud is probably JUST shy of a year old when the man stumbles into a city that is coated with magic and makes his way to a huge building that practically THROBS with magic in a way that makes Cloud’s baby skin crawl and the not-Scourge in his blood shiver.

-The man is apparently named Cor, at least according to the other two men who yell that name as he stumbles into a private study with Cloud wrapped in his tattered jacket. Cloud can’t stop his tiny baby body from bursting into tears at the yelling (sound was too-loud-TOOLOUDMAKEITSTOP) and the dead, stunned silence is almost gratifying.

-“I couldn’t leave him,” Cor rasps to the other two men as they tentatively inspect Cloud, “I just- the things they were DOING to him, Regis. The things in the reports- I couldn’t leave him.”

-“Well you can’t keep him,” protests one of the men as the other holds out a finger for Cloud to hold and coos, “Niflheim will become suspicious. Especially since the boy looks nothing like you.”

-“I’m not killing him,” Cor SNARLS, holding Cloud too tightly to be comfortable. Both men raise their hands placatingly and promise that was NOT what they were implying.

-They end up giving Cloud away after having their doctors poke and prod and confirm he’s not infected with anything (how they miss the not-Scourge in his veins Cloud will never know). Cloud can’t stop himself from clinging to Cor when the man gives him away, because Cor might not have a clue how to raise a kid, but Cor was kind and SAFE and Cloud didn’t want to him to leave.

-But leave the man does. And the couple takes him home. They name him Prompto Argentum.

-And for a long time after that, Cloud is all alone.

-Oh they take care of his physical needs, and they are affectionate for a while, but they are busy people, and Cloud is too mature and strange, and so they slowly drift away.

-Cloud tells himself it’s fine. He can use the alone time to study at his true mental level rather than baby books and he can train his body to keep up with the burning, roiling power in his veins from the Not-Scourge that has given him skills and abilities dangerously similar to what he had post-Hojo. He tells himself that it’s fine as he looks for Zack and Aerith in the faces of every child and adult he meets and finds nothing. He tells himself it’s fine.

-The part of him that remembers raising Denzel, the part that held Tifa close when her beau left her after she refused to get rid of the child growing insider her and then helped her raise that child as if he was the father even when he wasn’t, knows it’s not.

-Cloud watches the news for word of Cor and wonders if the man knows (or would care) that the baby he saved is growing up raising HIMSELF rather than being loved and doted on as the couple promised.

-He avoids the children at school. One because he is mentally much older, and two because he can feel his SOLDIER strength coming back to him every passing year, fed to him through the gate opened by the Not-Scourge in his blood and the dreams Minerva sends him, promising that he will not be alone forever.

-He avoids the children for their own safety in case he has a panic attack about the labs of either lifetime and the things that were done to him.

-He avoids.

-Until one day, when Cloud is seven years old and has hidden himself in the farthest corner of the playground possible to get away from the too-loud noise of gossiping children on his too-sensitive ears, the new student the teachers mentioned (that Cloud hadn’t paid attention to) tromps up, squats down next to him and holds out a hand, “Hey,” he whispers as if he knows that Cloud is having a sensory overload day, “My name’s Noctis. Wanna be friends?”

-Cloud stares at blue, blue eyes the color of the sky, feels magic already wrapping around him in a boisterous sort of invisible hug and feels tears well up, “P-prompto.”

-The boy grins at him, bright as the sun in a way that almost hides the age in his eyes, “Hmmm, that’s a cool name and all, but I’m gonna give you a nickname. How about ... Cloud?”

-And Cloud knows.

-“Zack!” He wheezes as he lunges forward to catch his friend in a hug that is returned with equal desperation.

-“I’m here, buddy. I’m here. Sorry I took so long to find you.”

-Noctis (Zack) and Prompto (Cloud) are inseparable from that point on. Zack drags Cloud to his limo after school and Cloud has no issues coming over for a sleepover that he knows is probably not going to end until they hit their age of majority. The other boy in the back seat (Ignis) eyes Cloud warily, but then smiles and welcomes him.

-Once at Zack’s house (the freaking Citadel, so much for being a simple country boy), Zack and Cloud cry their eyes out and plan and acknowledge that Minerva and Titan needed kicks in the teeth for making Zack be reborn as the CHOSEN KING. Now they just need to find Aerith.

-“Betcha she’s the Oracle” Cloud says as he sprawls on the sinfully fluffy carpet and glares at the ceiling.

-Zack whines because his wife is so far away!!

-Cloud thinks Regis chokes on his wine a little bit when Zack drags Cloud to dinner and introduces him by his “official” name. Cloud wonders if Regis remembers the tiny infant he made Cor give away.

-(Regis looks at the new friend his son has made, with blue eyes that seem to glow when in shadows and who wears a leather armband over one wrist at all times, and oh, OH he remembers. He remembers and he wonders with a swoop of dread if this friendship is really just coincidence).

-SO. Some other thoughts on this monster AU plunny: Aerith is Luna (obviously) and writes to the boys the moment Pryna and Umbra are old enough to use as messengers. Noctis is known for being a hyper, cheerful oddball while Prompto is his quiet, melancholy and too-serious friend that can bench press a suit of armor despite looking like a shrimp.

-Cor has a minor heart attack upon meeting Cloud, who instantly gloms onto him as if he remembers Cor (but that’s impossible, kids don’t remember things before the age of three right? RIGHT?).

-Prompto is not the sharpshooter in this verse. Sorry he isn’t. Cloud hates guns for Reasons (coughZack’s deathcough) and he is unnaturally strong. Of COURSE he’s going to take to swords at an early age. He designs his Fusion sword when he’s fourteen and Noctis/Zack splurges his entire royal allowance to get it forged by the royal weapons makers just for Cloud.

-Cloud is there when the Marilith thing happens, it was a road trip playdate that Regis grudgingly allowed.

-Regis shows up in time to see two tiny 7-8 year old children fighting off a Marilith with magic sparking off their bodies like supernovas, Prompto’s eyes glowing an eerie blue as he picks up a dead Crownsguard’s sword and wields it like its a paperweight and Noctis’s eyes burn blood red as he spams lightning spells and whoops like its all a game.

-Regis is Very Sure that neither of these boys are entirely normal. Or sane. But he’s just so glad they’re alive.

-Tenebrae invasion happens without Noctis being there, Luna/Aerith meets Ardyn and promptly begins working her Flower Girl magic.

-Ardyn may or may not show up at the Citadel two years later with Oracle kids in tow, looking to defect and feeling 120% more sane since taking to wearing Luna’s flower crowns and walking in the garden in the rain with her (hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge).

-Noctis spots Luna, hurtles up at top speed, and announces to all and sundry that HI. HE’S NOCTIS. HE’S GOING TO MARRY YOU.

-While Regis tries to explain art you can’t just SAY THAT, Luna kneels down to be eye level with the now younger love of her life and tells him that if he still wants to marry her when he turns 19, then she will gladly oblige.

-Cloud and Ardyn hold a staring contest during which Ardyn rapidly puts together some pieces about the Chosen King child, the Oracle, and this little escaped Lab Boy and starts cackling like a lunatic.

-BAHAMUT YOU’RE IN FOR A WAKEUP CALL.

-Also at one point Titus and Prompto are alone in the same room for like- twenty minutes because Prompto is hiding in Titus’s office. Titus and him hold a staring contest before Titus’s lips twitch and his eyes flicker an eerie green.

-“Hello Cloud,” he purrs, “You aren’t angry I’m here?”

-Cloud crosses his arms and huffs goodnaturedly, “Who do you think talked Minerva into kicking your moping butt out for a second chance, Sephiroth? Also, if you’re using that creepy armor under your skin as an excuse to hurt Zack and his family-.”

-“Never,” Sephiroth says firmly, “I have been the slave of my experimenters before. I have no desire to be so again. I currently feed Regis information gleaned from General Glauca and only give the Empire non-information cleared ahead of time by the king.”

-“Okay then.”

-“Indeed.”

-And that is the start of the Glaives living confusion fever dream where they keep walking in on their Captain holding the WEIRDEST conversations with a Smol Child (or Children, Noctis gets in on it too) that range from insult contests and mockery of each other’s sword techniques to deep, soul-searching questions of existence and magic and how it relates to the soul.

-Nyx would really like it if life could start making sense again pls. These never happened before Prompto Argentum came along.

#SE asks #oliverslewty asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #Clouds and Moonlit Skies verse

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chocobroness · 4 years

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Hey buds and buddies. I wanted to do a super silly one-shot today but well...my life got super complicated and I barely had time to even think, let alone write.

But I managed to do some silly dialogue! I hope even though I didn’t do the one shot, you guys like this!

So here’s Prompto being cute and adorable!

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Prompto: Hey Noct

Noctis: Yeah?

Prompto: Whenever I grab a dandelion seed and give it to you. It’s because the one I managed to get is the one the dandelion thought was beautiful enough for you to have.

Noctis: ...!!

Prompto: :)

Noctis:

Prompto: ... .....!!! Wait, Dude! Watch where you’re touching! We’re in public!!

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Prompto: Hey Iggy! Hold still.

Ignis: Hm?

Ignis: ...!

Prompto: There we go!

Ignis, confused: ...Pardon? Why did you put makeup on my face?

Prompto, grinning: Heehee...

Ignis: ??

Prompto: *cute smile* I made you blush!

Ignis: ...!?

Prompto, blinking: Huh...I was sure I didn’t make the blush that red...

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Prompto; I love all of you Your Majesty.

Regis: Hm?

Prompto: Yeah. You know. How you have King Regis Lucis Caelum and then you have just plain old Regis who’s also my best friends dad and fellow selfie enthusiasts. There’s also Reggie, and a bunch of others that’s used to keep you afloat in this world. I love all of them. Cause they all make you. And you’re perfect just the way you are.

Regis:

Regis, taking out phone: Noctis? Hello? I just wanted to tell you to get used to calling your friend ‘brother’. *looks at Prompto hopefully* unless he’s willing to accept being called ‘mother’.

Prompto: ......?!?!!!!!!!

Noctis, through the phone: WHAT?!!!

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Prompto, finger guns: Flirtation~?

Drautos:

Drautos: I’ll allow it.

Prompto: :D

Libertus, in the distance: What?

Nyx: I’m so fucking jealous.

Noctis annoyed: What about me?

Drautos, no hesitation: Die.

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Cor & Monica: -in office and writing reports-

Prompto, coming into the office: Cor can I leave my flower here?

Cor, looking up: Pardon?

Prompto, holding up a flowerpot: It needs some sun and this is the best place right now.

Cor: Odd request but alright.

Prompto: Thanks! -places pot on table and moves it until it faces Cor-

Cor: ??

Prompto, grinning cheekily: Well flowers prefer showing their beauty to the sun more than anything else. -skips off-

Cor:

Cor: Honestly that boy...

Monica: Are you blushing?

Cor: I want to say no.

Monica:

Cor: I want to.

Monic: -amused smile-

Cor, embarrassed: But I won’t.

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Prompto: You know. You’re such a embodiment of grace and sophistication, poets use you for inspiration.

Ravus: How dare you make me feel things.

—-

Prompto: What do you get when you mix good looks beautiful heart, and great taste for literature?

Gladiolus: ...?

Prompto: You.

Gladiolus:

Gladiolus: Just for that, I’m gonna take you on a date.

Prompto: Don’t threaten me with a good time.

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Prompto: No surprise the gods don’t like you.

Ardyn: Oh?

Prompto: Sexy voice, sexy face, and those muscles.

Prompto: They ain’t you so they hate you.

Ardyn:

Ardyn, murmuring: Aera would never forgive me if I didn’t steal you away.

Prompto: Hm?

Ardyn: I said I’m kidnapping you.

Prompto: Let me see the chocobos or no deal.

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Happy love day folks!

#ffxv #happy valentines day #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #regis lucis caelum #gladiolus amiticia #ignis scientia #titus drautos #ravus nox fleuret #cor leonis #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #final fantasy 15

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sky-kiss · 5 years

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Lunardyn: Christmas Eve

A/N: @ladylunafreyaoftenebrae requested some soft modern Au Lunardyn where they are enjoying their first Christmas Eve together. I did...way more of the lead up but hopefully this still makes you smile, lovely.

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Modern Au: Christmas Eve Fluff

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She regretted one thing about her relationship. One thing only.

The timing.

Lunafreya pursed her lips, meeting her own reflection in the mirror. At the time, she had thought nothing of it. A late summer romance had been ideal, caught in that stretch of fading warmth and perfect evenings. Her workload at the hospital had been manageable and he had yet to start his Fall semester. There had only been that...blissful honeymoon period. Living in the moment.

But those few months had passed and the holiday season had come upon them. And there they were: caught in a strange sort of purgatory. He had no family to speak of; hers was mostly found. And they had not....spoken of what they were to one another. It had not seemed necessary. Thanksgiving had come and when she asked after his plans, he had shrugged.

“Perhaps I shall take a note from Miss Highwind’s book.” Ardyn had stared at her down the bridge of his nose, full lips curled up in a smile. The expression (much like his relationship with the woman herself) was caught squarely between amusement and exasperation. “Flee the country for a time.”

“Somehow I doubt she put it so neatly.”

He snorted. “No, I suppose not. Something about ‘Cabo, bitches,’ and not to call her.” But his expression had softened somewhat and he’d held his hand out to her. For as isolated as he kept himself, Ardyn was a creature seemingly composed of physicality. When she took his hand, he pulled her nearer, wrapping himself around her like some overly large feline. “Should you prefer I stay, dearest?”

She had no right to make demands of him. Lunafreya had smoothed his hair back into some semblance of order (an impossibility). “That is not my place to say.”

So he had gone away and she had spent her Thanksgiving with the Caelums. A perfectly lovely day, surrounded by her dearest friends and adopted family. She would not say she was grieved by his absence. Only that a curious sort of longing had settled in her heart and with it came the awareness that, while the day had been perfectly acceptable in his absence, it would have been buoyed by his presence.

And now Christmas was fast approaching. Ravus had sent his customary note, clipped and concise in a way she associated solely with her sibling. It apologized for his absence. His firm had been beset by clients. He would not make it home. There was regret, of course, but Lunafreya understood. His workload was undeniable. So were his other hurts. Their mother’s passing was linked to the season. Those old scars never truly healed. Especially for Ravus.

It added an extra and unwelcome level of awkwardness to her own situation. She did not wish to be alone for the season, stewing in her own hurts, and she did not wish to impose said hurts upon her new relationship…

"Oh, stop dawdlin' and just ask him."

Cindy's tone broached no argument, even from the other room. Her friend had never been one to mince words and she saw this particular issue as exceptionally black and white. Lunafreya chuckled, pushing away from her perch and ambling back into the living room. The other woman was already curled on the far side of the couch, in the process of pouring them each a glass of wine. "How did you know?"

"You just get a look about this sort of thing, I guess." Cindy smiled at her. "And besides. Be a right waste. Handsome man like that sitting alone Christmas day."

She smiled. "I hate to presume…"

The best way to describe her reaction was a guffaw. "....you've seen yourself right, sweetheart? You had a lot of guys turn tail when you invite 'em home?"

There was that. Lunafreya chuckled, crossing to settle against her friend’s side. “Would you mind if I used the apartment?”

Cindy nudged her shoulder, snickering as she passed the wine. “Just spare a thought for ol’ Cindy, ya hear? Me fallin’ asleep under one of pa’s ‘projects’ and you fallin’ asleep under…”

“...Cindy.”

“I ain’t wrong!”

It took a colossal force of will to maintain a straight face. Lunafreya hid her smile behind her hand, held her head high. A few moments later, both women had devolved into fits of laughter.

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Ardyn rarely remembered to check his texts. The faculty had all but insisted he update his phone (his flip phone had served him well enough over the past decade) and he had never truly acclimated to the new tech. He was an old soul. It was a fact most found charming (provided Lunafreya was there, functioning as a liaison) and some infuriating (when she was absent).

It was easier to make the jaunt to his home, a townhouse near campus. The unit’s construction had been finished no more than a decade prior but had been designed to mimic the colonial air of the surrounding neighborhoods. That suited him as well. Lunafreya shook her head, hugging her coat more tightly about herself. A few blanket of snow had fallen sometime in the night. It left the world looking clean, everything preternaturally silent.

After two knocks, she heard movement inside. Ardyn was a sight first thing in the morning, hair still wild from sleep. He was never entirely in disarray; the robe lent him a sort of gravitas, a cultivated air of chaos. He struck her as some wayward Victorian poet or scholar, down on his luck, still struggling for his breakthrough. Confusion turned to banked pleasure as he opened the door. He stepped aside to make way for her. “Lunafreya? Is everything alright?”

She laughed. “Is it so mad that I might wish to see you?”

The entirety of his face brightened. “Permit an old man his misgivings, dearest.”

“On this account, I will not.” She stood on the tips of her toes. Even that was not quite enough to bridge the gap in their height. It took Ardyn tipping his head to make such things manageable. Lunafreya pressed a chaste kiss to his chin. “I needed to see you. And speak with you.”

He tugged an an errant strand of her hair. “How lucky. Here I am, perfectly capable of speech.” His free hand settled at the small of her back. With it, he guided her towards the kitchen. “You’ve caught me in the middle of breakfast so let us reach an arrangement. You will speak; I will prepare us something. Agreeable?”

Silly as it was, she enjoyed watching him cook. He was not exceedingly talented; any skills he had were born out of necessity rather than love for the craft. Cooking was relaxing for him and it showed. He would hum to himself as he worked and, quite frankly, she adored the sound of his voice. It was a variety of contradictions all tied up into one ideal whole, smooth and growling, lyrical and low.

“Do you have plans for the holidays?”

He threw her a look over his shoulder, brow furrowed. “Ah, it is that time again, isn’t it? A little late to plan a getaway.” He shrugged. “I shall sequester myself away from all that cheer, I suppose. Perhaps attend to that mountain of paperwork I’ve been avoiding. The students have been clamoring for their grades…”

He was well loved as an instructor. His lessons stuck. His students listened and his lectures were fabled around the campus. He was also...relaxed, when it came to returning work. He shrugged, as if to say ‘what is there to be done,’ and returned to their meal.

Lunafreya drummed her nails on the countertop. “If you would like to avoid your work a little longer...perhaps we could spend the day together?”

“You have no plans?”

She smiled. “I could. But I should prefer they involve you.”

Ardyn went so far as to laugh. He shifted their food off the burner before crossing to her. Tactile man; silly man. He bent to trace her nose with his own. “Brave girl.” She curled her fingers in his robe, holding him close a moment longer. Ardyn searched her face for something. Having found it, he smiled. Soft and nostalgic and undeniably fond. “If you’ll have me, I should like nothing more.”

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And that was that. No more misgivings.

They had spent Christmas Eve sequestered away in her apartment. She was no great chef herself but pasta and wine had served them well enough. He had enticed her to walk out in the snow and it had all seemed some ...great cosmic cliche when they were treated to fresh flakes. She watched the lazy snowdrifts, head leaned back against her lover’s chest, and sighed. Ardyn pressed a kiss to her temple.

It was lovely. And if her old hurts manifest, Ardyn was good enough to chase them away. She hugged his arms more securely about her.

A week later, when New Years rolled around, neither questioned whether it would be spent together.

#lunardyn #lunafreya nox fleuret #ardyn izunia #modern au #did you want cavities #because this is how you get cavities #and I don't regret adding cindy #also ardyn is one hundo percent the asshole who just carries a spring of mistletoe around with him #thank you for the prompt lovely

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