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blackjacketmuses · 6 years

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hc; proper xiv au

Because my only XIV ‘verse so far is the one where the canon XV boys were dumped there postgame, here’s the bios for a proper XIV verse, where the gang is and always has been Eorzean.

TL;DRS:

Noctis is a RDM (a family tradition) and 1.0 WoL, and he and his companions fought together -- though while they all had the Echo, only Noctis and his girlfriend Lunafreya had the Blessing, and only they were thrown into the future. He and Luna found themselves in Kugane until 4.0, when they can return.

Ravus is a PLD (has a crystal / was Sultansworn trained), and he grew up in Ul’dah with his sister after their mother died. He was a 1.0 Walker of the Path, tagging along with his sister and her boyfriend through adventures, and lost an an arm and his sister at Carteneau. This broke him, and though he and Noctis’s close friend Ignis (who was blinded) have mostly recovered, now that they remember they search for their lost loved ones.

Ardyn is...complicated. A fallen king from a fallen kingdom -- destroyed by Mhach in the war, though Noctis descends from the final king (Ardyn’s usurping brother) -- and a voidsent, transformed such via Mhach’s machinations. He lives his life away from mortals and traveling constantly, too misanthropic and antisocial to interact with such small and fleeting lives but in pain and lonely all the same.

Ardyn Lucis Caelum

Age: 1500+, give or take 38 years Class: Red Mage / Bard

History:

Ardyn was the king of a small kingdom called Lucis during the War of the Magi, a kingdom that resided where present day Vesper Bay stands. Thus was his kingdom within the reach of the kingdom of Mhach, and when Ardyn was approached by emissaries of the black mages, he kicked them out without question: he refused to bow to monsters.

Mhach retaliated in due time, poisoning the kingdom’s water supply with voidsent flesh and blood, causing a terrible illness to sweep the kingdom, turning people into Voidsent. At first King Ardyn sought the aid of the Amdapori white mages, but was refused. After that, he and his queen, Stella, decided to heal their people themselves, hoping they would be enough.

They weren't. The two of them tried their best, supported by their inner circle (Gilgamesh [DRK], Pyrrhus [SAM], and Hermes [ROG]), but were corrupted themselves...and then Somnus, Ardyn's brother, staged a coup -- claiming that the king and queen weren't helping and were now monsters. Somnus and his men killed Stella and the inner circle, and attempted to kill Ardyn. It failed, and they instead imprisoned him in an underground oubliette.

Years later, Lucis fell, and Mhach freed the now fully voidsent Ardyn. They took him from his prison and bound him into service, keeping him in servitude until the flood. They trapped him in a coffin in the Void Ark, but he eventually escaped 500 years later.

From then on, he wandered Hydaelyn, traveling and never staying long in one place. He picked up the bow eventually, out of boredom, and learned several crafts to pass the time. He disguises himself as a Hyur, and calls himself Ardyn Izunia. He avoids Thanalan as much as possible, but otherwise lives his life unobtrusively. Except lately, with the awakening of the Ark…

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Age: Chronologically 25, physically 20 Class: Red Mage / Fisher

History

Noctis is the last living Lucis Caelum, a family line that claims to be descended from distant, Magi-era royalty. They prided themselves on being talented mages and swordsmen -- red magic a family tradition, the crystal an heirloom -- and though they all tried to be heroes, they weren't well known despite being rich and influential in Thanalan.

Noctis’ frail mother died giving birth to him, and he grew up raised more by his childhood companions Ignis and Gladio (both sons of his father's friends and retainers). He also later made friends with a boy named Prompto and two Gridanians named Lunafreya and Ravus Fleuret, who came to live with them after the death of their mother. Regis, his father, passed from an illness when he was 16.

When Noctis was 20, there was an odd meteor shower, and he and his dear friends found themselves with an ability called the Echo, and then became involved in events leading up to the Calamity. Luna and Noctis, also having something especially special about them...were teleported away from Carteneau through time by Louisoix, sent five years into the future and forgotten by their friends and loved ones.

They found themselves in Kugane, and spent the better part of a year and a half there, getting by and trying to live their lives -- Noctis doing odd jobs and selling fish on the Ruby Sea -- until Doma was liberated and it was safe to return to Eorzea…

Ravus Fleuret

Age: 33 Class: Paladin

History

Ravus is the eldest child of Sylva Fleuret, a powerful conjurer and Hearer from a family known to produce many padjals. While his younger sister, Lunafreya, was just as strong as their mother, Ravus had no talent at all for magic. So he took it upon himself to protect his sister, studying and learning how to fight. When they were young, their mother died, and they went to live in Ul'dah with a family friend, Regis Lucis Caelum. They grew up alongside his son Noctis and his companions, and he ended up learning from the Sultansworn and becoming a free paladin.

They all followed Noctis and Lunafreya through their adventures and to Carteneau, and Ravus lost first his arm in the Calamity and then his sister -- and her memories of her. He recovered alongside the similarly injured Ignis (a friend and companion to Noctis), and...he really doesn't recall the years between then and the recovery of his memories of Lunafreya. A fundamental part of him was missing, and without it he was empty save for Ignis.

When the memories returned, he immediately began searching frantically for her, refusing to believe her dead, throwing himself at any enemy despite his one arm. He had to find her...

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Title: the storms are coming( life is slipping)

Hmmm this title is so good I’ve been poking it for a while now, because it could be used for SO MANY THINGS. hgfhgfgf.

Something angsty probably.

.... *swats with newspaper* NOT THAT PLUNNY. Get out of here I’m not ready to have another FFXIV plunny I don’t even have enough lore data to know what to do with my first one.

..... Yea okay that one works instead.

Gonna blame @sparklecryptid for inspiring this with the many delightful “Yeet WoL into Eos” fics.

*rubs hands* buckle up wild ride and OOC behavior inbound.

FFXV/FFXIV AU where WoL dies. WoL dies and he is alright with that, is at peace with that, because his death will save those he cares about. And who knows, if he’s lucky, his death may even ease the burning Light under his skin.

Except - it doesn’t do that second one. Not really.

Because secretly, this WoL is not FROM Eorzea. He was from another world first, and those who guard it finally came back to claim him, now after all these years of fighting and hardship and too much Light under his skin.

Somewhere on Eos, the boy-who-was-once-Warrior-Of-Light gasps back to reality, choking and sputtering on the shallow water he is lying in. He fumbles blindly, confused and off balance because his limbs are smaller than he remembers, frailer, his scars stand out on his pale skin like they are fresh when they should be old and his hands and feet and legs are smaller than they were. These are child limbs again, not those of an adult who has lived-breathed-fought-died. He crawls out of the old pool tucked amid the ruins of what looks to be some kind of beast tribe shrine (it looks too fancy for the tribes, but who else would build such a thing to the Fulgarian?), turns around and looks at his distorted reflection in the ripples and dark water.

He is a boy again. That makes no sense. Even with a life as strange as his, it makes no SENSE. He looks the same age as he did years ago when he-.

Got lost.

And fell between the veils of worlds.

He breathes and shivers in the cool morning air, his adult tunic more like a lopsided dress on him now, and wonders if- if he went back. If he’s back there now. The world he was born in that no one else had heard of.

If maybe he can find his blood family again. And- and finding them won’t make up for what he’s just lost, what he already aches for, but ... it might be nice. To meet the people of his fading childhood memories.

He reaches experimentally for magic and isn’t sure if he should laugh or cry when he feels it come to him easily (he can still feel the Light under his skin, exhausted and drained from what he’s just done and woken up from, but not gone). He pushes experimentally at the spells Y’shtola tried for years to teach him, because his body aches all over and a healing spell would be nice, but as always, healing spells elude him entirely. Any other magic or class he could learn with enough persistence and practice, some he had picked up with ease even, but healing is beyond him and it is Very Inconvenient. Especially now.

Instead, he sighs and summons Freyja, his favorite Carbuncle, because he is very lost and in no condition to wield any of his swords even if he had them. Freyja chirps at him in question, gold fur bright in the light leaking through the jungle canopy, and when she sees him she starts fussing. He lets her for a while, and then they go to find civilization.

They find it, and then immediately run away, because everyone took one look at him and got that Expression™ on their face that he knew too well from being the WoL. That mix of disbelief and reverence and desperation and NOPE not doing that when he’s tiny and half naked thank you.

He manages to hide in the wilderness for a week before his magic use gets him noticed and some human foresters track him down. They know his name, which unnerves him, and it takes a while for them to talk him into following them. He keeps Freyja summoned the whole time, which draws even more staring and whispers of a “Messenger” (what is that, it sounds familiar but he cannot place it).

They take him “home”.

It’s a noble’s manor.

There is a woman in the doorway, heavily, heavily pregnant. So heavily pregnant she should probably be sitting down relaxing somewhere, not standing in the entryway waiting for them with tears in her eyes, but he knows her, knows her face and voice and the touch of her hands on his cheeks and even though he is an adult and a warrior and a killer of Primals he cries when his long lost mother pulls him as close as she can despite her swollen belly.

To them, he’s been missing for six months, and he has to hide his face in Freyja’s fur to muffle his tears at night over that (it’s been years for him, so many years he’s forgotten his last name until now, only clung to his first through all his adventures, he’s lived and LOVED and LOST and now it’s all gone and he is a child only six months gone in their eyes.) They whisper over his many scars and his mother cries over it, and he cannot tell her that they are not as raw and fresh as they look, etched into a de-aged body like this, but rather gained over many years of combat and trial. Instead he holds her hand, or presses a careful palm over her belly to feel the kicking inside because he is alive, he has a mother, he has a SIBLING about to be born and as grieving and world-lost as he is he clings to that. To the promise that he will protect this little sibling with all he is and all he has, even if he has to play the child and relearn this culture that reveres six of the Primals (or- not Primals? He isn’t sure. Is this world truly like Eorzea or is it far more different than it seems). Even if the storms come and his life slips away again beneath burning, burning Light, he will protect this little sibling.

This little sister.

He is the first one to hold his baby sister after his mother and the doctor. He cradles her close while Freyja purrs excitedly on his shoulders and when he kisses her tiny forehead, he can feel the Light under his skin reaching out to cradle her tiny candle of newborn magic, protective and strong and ready to tear down worlds to keep her safe.

“Hello Little Lunafreya,” he whispers to the sleeping baby, “It’s a joy to meet you. My name is Ravus, I’m your big brother.” He inhales the smell of hospital cleaners and fresheners, exhales slowly to restrain his tears of joy, unaware of his mother’s shocked gaze as his dual-colored eyes glow with starfire, “I’m going to keep you safe, alright? No matter what.”

(Later, Ravus will be a teenager, and the king of Lucis will come with his injured son. Later, Ravus will meet the little Prince and feel the budding Light in his bones, the promise of a burden Ravus knows far, far too well, and his promise of protection in the face of all things will extend to this little child, this little Chosen who does not deserve the fate that comes from being included in Prophecy. Later he will research the Prophecy more thoroughly in between playing with his sister and the prince who Freyja has practically adopted.)

(Later, Niflheim will rain machine men and monsters from the sky, and Regis will gape in shock as the one called General Glauca is crushed into the earth with magic unknown and untold, as the invasion of Tenebrae is bloodily ground to a halt long enough for both the Lucian and Tenebraen royal families to escape with their lives because of one boy.)

(As Ravus Nox Fleuret, eldest child of house Fleuret and Warrior of Light, holds his hands up toward the sky with glowing, starfire eyes and smiles cold and eerie and too old for his sixteen year old skin. Calls to the invaders with a voice like dragon’s thunder, “Don’t touch my family.”)

(Later, a technically refugee in Lucis because he was more concerned with protecting Luna and his mother then rampaging through an army, Ravus will pry from Regis’s desperate, guilty lips what the Prophecy really means for Noctis and Luna. And instead of raging or despairing, Ravus will smile that eerie cold smile again that looks like fangs.)

(It would seem he has another Draconian to kill.)

(And the other Astrals will stay out of his way if they know what is good for them)

#SE asks #theladyinthedarkforest asks #title prompt #Secret Engima Rambles #Life is Slipping verse #Ravus as WoL #WoL!Ravus #my brain is weird #oh look new au

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