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seradyn · 2 years

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Halloween Monster Binge Pt. 3

As the young daughter of an ancient Tenebraen Oracle, the pressure of being the heir to divine powers forces you to take drastic measures. In your effort to escape your calling, you stumble upon a monster unlike any other.

Naga!Ardyn

Word Count: 3179

TW: snek

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The night was dark and damp, tendrils of soggy dirt clinging to your shoes as it transformed into mud. Leaves and loose branches ripped into your arms as you ran through some nameless forest, your destination just as vague. You’d picked a direction at random, unwilling to be picky in your haste. It didn’t really matter; you settled for just getting as far away from the palace as possible. To get away from the life you were doomed to at birth.

You were the young daughter to the Tenebraen royal family, heir to the duties of Oracle, which your mother currently carried out. It was an honor, everyone told you, being gifted by the gods. Such power that others envied, blessed with the healing touch of one divine.

But it didn’t feel like a gift, when you saw how it withered your mother away, turning her into skin and bone as she gave everything she had for your people. She’d barely passed thirty, and her skin prickled with faint wrinkles, her hair turned a ghostly pale grey. Death would come for her prematurely, as was destined by her duties. You respected her, knew it took great power to accept such a fate so willingly…but you didn’t want that life for yourself.

To make matters worse, you’d recently been betrothed to the prince of a distant kingdom, to mend the relationship between the two parties. Naturally, you were disappointed in this course of action, the chance at romance snatched from your fingers before you even had a mind to search for it. And the prince, your supposed husband, hadn’t the best attitude on the rare occasions you got to meet with him. He looked at you like you were another one of his servants, controlling your every action, berating you for the smallest mistake, lest a hand be swiftly brought against you.

You shuddered at the memory, bounding over a fallen log as your legs propelled you forward. The air was sharp, cutting into your mouth and throat as you panted. Vines and roots reached out to you, pulling on your clothes, your hair. The cuts were beginning to sting, the bruises ached with dull throbs. You had no idea how long you’d been running, but you were losing steam fast. Everything hurt. Everything screamed for respite.

Your body began to fail itself, muscles tightening with cramps and refusing to contract. You slowed to a walk, and when even that proved too much, bent over to brace yourself on your knees. You gasped in gulps of humid air, your face on fire and covered in sweat. Your legs were numb, striking against the unfair burden of running for miles on uneven terrain.

You knew you needed to keep going, though. The guards had surely found your empty room by now, the regretful note you’d left on your pillow. They would be out looking for you, combing through the brush for any minuscule clue as to your whereabouts. Staying close to the palace was foolish at best, suicidal at worst.

You could only imagine how they would punish you, leaving the Oracle without an heir…they very well may see it as an act of treason.

Yet your legs remained rigid, uncaring to the whims of your determination, much less your logic. It would’ve been impossible to continue in such a state. You weren’t out of shape so to speak, but you certainly weren’t the kind to take recreational jogs through the woods. With how bad you had it, you were more likely to alert your pursers with your imprecise stumbling than make any meaningful ground.

You needed a place to recover, a place to hide.

Realizing that was your only other option, you weakly raised your head, scanning the gentle incline of the hill you’d run to. It was hard to see anything, the rain attacking your eyes and the minimal light taking the last of your sight. Bleary shapes and encroaching shadows surrounded you, peering in at the pitiful creature in their domain with apathy. The forest was deafened with a mocking silence, letting your ragged breaths ring like an echoing bell.

As you looked over the black masses, a part of the mountain stuck out to you. A patch that seemed much darker, gaping out into the night with an open maw. You squinted at it, trying to discern the reason for such a conspicuous void. Then it clicked.

A cave.

You let out a long breath, a sigh of relief. With a grunt of effort, you forced your legs into motion, feet flopping limply at the ends. Your body whined in protest, but survival instincts had you pushing through the soreness. You just had to make it to the cave, burrow deep into its concealing darkness…then you could rest, you promised yourself.

Exhaustion stretched the distance to a nearly unbearable length, tempting you to give into drowsiness, let yourself crumple onto the damp earth. With a force of will, you came to stand before the opening, carved into jagged rock with fangs made of stalactites. Rather unsettling, though you couldn’t afford to be choosy.

Without hesitation, you stumbled inside, sighing in bliss when the pelt of rain no longer struck your back. The freezing water had numbed you, trying with all its might to send you into hypothermia. Your hair stuck to your face, your clothes were soaked, and your fingers tingled with encroaching frostbite.

But at least you could rest for a moment in here.

You slowly continued down the stone corridor, getting away from the entrance and venturing deeper inside. If you thought it was hard to see before, now it was practically impossible, what little moonlight you’d taken for granted suddenly blocked by a canopy of sediment. It absorbed the chill of the autumn storm, causing a rash of chicken skin to spread across your arms, trying desperately to hold in the small amount of heat you had. Tiny needles of ice punctured your flesh, daggers of chill cutting through you like butter.

You had to remind yourself several times that this was your best course of action. You would take freezing in a cave over being sold to an abusive husband.

It was still a grueling process to get sufficiently deep into the cavern, your body ready to collapse with the promise of rest. You pushed through it, only willing to stop when the light had nearly disappeared behind you, and a void stretched out before you. Hopefully, whoever was searching for you wouldn’t think to come so far inside, and you could relax for a moment before moving on.

You reached your hands out, groping blindly for something to lean against. You winced when your palm grazed a wall, the unpolished stone biting into your hand. It was good enough though, and you finally let your legs dissolve in a heap, the floor becoming your makeshift bed. You reclined on the freezing wall, hissing as your spine met cold rock. You hated the feeling of wet fabric squishing into you, but you would have to put up with it. You allowed your head to droop, closing your eyes to entertain the idea of sleep. You breathed long and deep, in through your nose and out your mouth, concentrating on the drag of your lungs in labor.

Time passed at a snail's pace, the various aches and pains that littered your body milking each second that dragged by. This was undoubtedly the most unpleasant experience you’d ever had, time only making you more aware of that. Albeit, there wasn’t much competition, being pampered royalty your whole life. Though the sound of distant rain was soothing, lulling you into a state of dreamy inattentiveness.

That was probably why it took you so long to notice something was off. A scraping sound echoed to you, from off to your right, from deeper in the cave. It didn’t immediately alarm you, but it was certainly curious, an unfamiliar noise. You furrowed your brows, trying to hone in on it and discern what it was. Like papers being shuffled, or sand running down a dune.

You were so distracted, you almost didn’t notice the sound growing louder, coming towards the entrance fast.

Coming towards you.

Your eyes flew open with a start, hearing it draw closer and closer. Panicked, you tried to scramble up and run, but your legs had grown stiff, refusing to allow you escape. You flopped back onto the ground gracelessly with a surprised yell, filling your heart with dread as you realized you were stuck. You body had given up on you.

Whatever you’d enraged or alerted, there was no getting away from it.

You cried out in fear as a black mass shot into the light, its long, writhing body settling right in front of you, curling and folding on itself. Two glowing, yellow slit eyes peered down at your pathetic form, attached to the head of a man…whose torso darkened just below his navel, turning into something else.

It wasn’t the sound of paper you heard.

It was the sound of scales slithering across stone.

Your heart thundered in your chest, utterly terrified at the monster that was now staring you down. The light from outside combined with the primordial shine of his inhuman eyes gave you the ability to fully comprehend what was before you. The outline of a man, upper half toned and muscled, severed at the abdomen, where scales began and a great snake emerged. The body twisted and knotted into itself, fluid like spools of yarn without shape or constraint. The glow of his eyes illuminated his face; wispy hair that stuck out wildly, the short peppering of stubble, and his expression, contorted into a satisfied grin.

To say you were afraid was an understatement. The blood drained from your face, and you lost the will to scream for help. Hyperventilation was an easy thing, soon making you pant for a different reason. He completely dwarfed you, at least thirty meters in length, and even his human parts were at least twice your own size. You huddled up against the sides of the cave, suddenly feeling incredibly foolish for ever leaving the safety of your home.

The tension was palpable as you stared at each other, anxiety making your stomach churn. You were unable to look away, gaze captured by the morbid beauty of his golden irises. A forked tongue slipped past his lips, smelling the air, tasting you in it. You shivered at the sight.

“Oh my,” the beast finally spoke, after retracting the slimy muscle. His voice caught you off guard, the rugged, yet refined tone not something you would’ve expected from such a creature. It reminded you too much of the nobleman who would stalk your castle halls, waiting for a chance to court you.

For once, you would’ve preferred such a scenario over your current one.

“What have we here?”

You swallowed thickly. A moment passed in suspenseful silence before you realized he expected an answer from you. Trains of thought raced and derailed, trying to come up with some way to convince him to spare your miserable life.

Like he would even entertain such a thing.

“P-please,” you whispered, but the tremble in your tone still came through clear as day. “I…I did not mean to intrude…Or o-offend.”

He tilted his head to the side, wearing his smirk like a prized piece of jewelry. It was extremely disturbing, how pleased he seemed. He hardly considered your answer before responding.

“Worry not, my dear. You have not offended me.”

Some of the tension in the air eased at that, knowing that you hadn’t provoked him. You slowly let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Perhaps there was a glimmer of hope that you weren’t doomed, as long as he was willing to remain civil.

“Quite the contrary…” he continued, gently lowering himself from a striking position, his human half looming over you. You couldn’t help but stiffen back up as he inched closer, the likelihood of being grabbed raising as he did so. His unblinking eyes were locked on you, and you found it hard to look away.

“I have not had one so lovely grace my dwelling in some time…”

It took you a moment to really understand what he meant. That line of thinking did not bode well for your continued freedom. You fumbled with a rebuttal, grasping at straws, trying to find something that would get him to reconsider.

“M-my parents are of royal blood,” you stated, suddenly struck with inspiration. “I-if you hurt me, t-they’ll hunt you down!”

He looked at you, unmoving for a second, before his smile grew wider, far too amused by your silly begging. A low hiss hummed through his throat, a contented sound that had your hair standing on end.

“Is that so?” He replied, slowly and deliberately, enunciating each syllable. His gaze rolled over you, sizing you up.

“Then it seems…I’ve found my next mate.”

Your eyes widened, a tiny gasp parting your lips in shock, horrified at the implications.

Without warning, something wormed behind your back, a thick tendril that had to be his tail. It startled you, an involuntary scream ripping out of your mouth. He lifted you up like a limp toy, tossing you into his restless snake-like form, which immediately began to constrict around you. Your arms were pinned to your sides by polished scales, trapping you against him as he wrapped around you, just like his helpless prey. You squirmed in his grasp, yelling in frustration when within seconds you could hardly move, tears brimming in your eyes in anger and despair. His hold pushed on your chest as he squeezed, limiting the amount of air you could get and making you even more afraid.

“Who better than royal blood to mother my eggs?” He mused happily as he began to settle again, feeling that you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip, your weak struggling a sorry sight to behold.

Indeed, you’d hardly had the strength to stand just moments ago. It had taken everything you had to even get this far, and by now, you were beyond spent. There was nothing you could do, choked by lean muscle as you grit your teeth. Your wounds sang at the pressure, killing what shreds of your resolve that remained. Your wriggling dimmed, too exhausted to care anymore as you hung your head in defeated shame.

When your tantrum ended, you sensed him drawing near, the wet sound of his slithering enough of a tell. You couldn’t look at him, at his disgustingly smug face. He must’ve felt rather proud of himself, you thought sarcastically, overpowering someone so beneath his own strength.

“You won’t get away with this,” you snarled, watching him position his human body in front of you out of your periphery. “Whole battalions will come after you if you touch me.”

You highly doubted it would change his mind about you, but it would’ve been enough if you made him sweat.

Your heart sank as a deep chuckle left him.

Not the effect you were hoping for.

“Oh, I hope they do. I wouldn’t mind a bit of sport, wiping out your adorable little armies.”

A shudder rippled up your back. The tone of his voice…he wasn’t bluffing.

“As for you…I believe you have two options.” A soft hand found your chin, delicately lifting it to force your gazes to meet. You hadn’t even the energy to fight it, so easily becoming compliant against your will. You whimpered, staring into the reptilian, amber eyes of your captor.

“First…you can be a good girl and let me breed you,” he said with the smoothness of someone making a deal. “Personally, I’m partial to this option, since you seem like a fertile young lady.” His look traveled up and down you again, admiring the sight of you at his mercy.

“Or…you could be my next meal.”

Your breath caught in your throat, sweat pooling in your palms as you paled. Your trembling was uncontrollable now, and you knew he could feel it. You wondered if he could hear your pulse too, with how fast and loud it was. Your own ears were ringing with adrenaline, so hot, so terrifying.

“I suggest you choose wisely, my love. Your life may depend upon it.”

What he offered was no decision though, and you both were well aware. The illusion of being able to decide your fate was all it was, and it made you feel all the more hopeless.

Who was to say he wouldn’t just kill you after he’d used you like a brood mother? Surely he wouldn’t just let you go…and where did that leave you? As his glorified sex doll?

You weren’t sure which fate was worse, honestly.

But your odds of survival were zero if he killed you now. If you agreed to his demands and appeared complacent, perhaps you could wait until he slipped up. Unlikely as it was…it was your best chance at getting out of the situation.

Your stomach dropped as you made up your mind, afraid of what would happen to you in the meantime. Terrible things you didn’t want to think about.

“…I-”

A commotion at the front of the cave cut you off, drawing the attention of you both. The creature twisted his body around, facing the stormy opening with a low growl, his back to you. You craned your neck as well, wondering if you’d already been tracked to the monster’s den.

The bellowing of voices bubbled to you, and your heart leapt with relief. Masculine shouts dispersed into the forest, speaking your name with various honorifics attached. You could faintly hear the sound of clanging armor, of boots squelching in mud.

The palace guards, without a doubt.

Perhaps you weren’t doomed after all.

The great viper slithered forward hesitantly, watching the cave mouth as the shouts grew steadily closer. You repressed a tiny smile, pleased he was about to be knocked down a peg or two. He could use a bit of humbling.

He then looked back at you…with such malicious joy your own expression immediately faltered.

“Darling, did you bring me dinner? Oh, you sweet thing. You shouldn’t have.”

He gave you a possessive squeeze, making you grimace, arms digging into your tender sides. Your ribs pressed into supple organs, a coppery scent drifting into your nose. You bit back a whimper, trying to appear strong, but it was obvious how scared you were. He knew it too, you could see it on his face.

“Well my dear, I believe I shall deal with your trespassing friends first, before moving on to the main event. Hmm?”

As if he actually cared what you had to say.

You didn’t even bother answering him. You turned your head downward, hiding your face, staring at a plain section of his woven scales.

He laughed at your misery, slithering out of the cave with you in tow.

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Mmmm monster Ardyn 🤤

This was one of the first fics I knew I wanted to do when I started my Halloween stuff. Was heavily inspired by some Sephiroth Naga AUs, which are pretty great if you wanna check ‘em out!

I am sad to say this will probably be my last Halloween work, at least for this October. I have Midterms this week and next, so what little time I had to write is now out the window. Kinda sad, I planned on doing so much more, but it’ll have to wait 😩

But regardless, I hope you enjoy! 💕

#ardyn x reader #ardyn izunia x reader #ardyn x you #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv #ffxv ardyn #ardyn ffxv #episode ardyn #ardyn #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #Naga au #Naga!ardyn #halloween #halloween monster binge

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randomkposts · 2 months

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For all fire emblem has immortal dragons, I can't think of a fic that keeps the scope of that POV.

Like, Tiki sleeps, but not everyone would have, and having a character go "I want to be like ancestor X"

And the dragon who knew ancestor X thinks "oh but you are a better person then ancestor X ever was." Or especially funny ones like " Ancestor X was a terrible bore at parties. I can not see why you would wish to emulate that."

The insane scope of that has potential to be intense, but also a really fascinating prospective.

Kind of like that final fantasy XV AU where Ardyn is Noctis' immortal uncle instead of an antagonist.

And saying things like

"Now, do you want to hear the story about your great-great-grandmother and how she almost started a war with Accordo over a baby chocobo?”

Or a Buffy fic where Spike became the protector of Dawn and just became like, the Summers family vampire for all of her decendants.

Just like the scope of something like that, with Dragon POV.

What does humanity look like through a dragon POV?

Archana would have the longest history and has, and Naga would certinally be something and hard to capture. Anankos before and after going mad would be a facinating take , but Rhea or Seteh being around so many generations of teenagers and seeing many changes of culture throught their lifetimes would be really cool too.

#fire emblem #dragons #a conversation with my friend #random k #rhea fire emblem #anankos fire emblem #naga fire emblem #plot bunnies #immortality #seteth fire emblem #tiki fire emblem #ardyn izunia #spike btvs

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noctglaive · 11 months

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Commission for @iseliadragonwill, from an AU where Ardyn is a fox spirit, and Gil is a naga. 🦊🐍

#ffxv #ff15 #gilgardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #gilgamesh #sketchdump #i guess i’ll post this here since twitter is dying

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rspixart · 5 years

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Naga na lie...I love me some trash jesus

#ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #FFVX #Naga

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sephirotha · 5 years

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Eclipsed Star XIX

The girls kept their hands linked as they made their way through Insomnia. Ardyn followed them, commanding the surrounding daemons to move, to get ready to surround them once they arrived in the plaza about half a mile before them.

Lyra was wary about her surroundings like Stella. Ardyn could see how the princess’s left hand twitched occasionally, on the verge of summoning a weapon. Lyra had her hand on the barrel of her shotgun too, ready to shoot anything that moved towards them.

He kept a distance behind the girls, hands in his pockets and idly nudging small pieces of debris across the broken tarmac with his feet. He stopped once he was about ten foot or so away from them and they halted in the plaza.

The girls looked spooked, as if they knew what was going to happen in the next three seconds or so. Yet they still jumped in alarm when tonberries, nagas and giants swarmed the plaza. A nagarani crossed Ardyn’s path, hiding him from the girls as they turned to only find the way blocked.

“Stay close, Stella!”

Ardyn heard Stella summoning her axe and the girls began to fight the swarm of daemons. The nagarani slid away, giving him a view of the girls fighting.

Lyra was shooting carefully as she faced the giants. Whatever she had loaded into her barrel, it was affecting them. She was also taking her time to aim, leaving Stella to drive off any daemon that tried to put her off.

Stella still had the disadvantage of her blind eye. So, when she finally spotted the king behemoth barrelling down the path and leaping over Ardyn, it was too late.

Lyra was struck by one of the horns, her shotgun going off and falling out of her grip. The hunter collapsed and Stella took a step to go to her. She froze when she finally saw Ardyn spectating.

Ardyn idly snapped his fingers and the daemons drew away from the girls, circling around them. He crossed the plaza to the princess, who held her axe steady.

“Dear, dear, I thought you knew when to run from a fight,” he sighed softly and stopped by Lyra’s body.

He roughly nudged her with his boot, checking to see if she was still breathing but unconscious. He looked to Stella, noting how her body trembled as she held her axe a little higher.

“End of the road, dearest. I am getting sick and tired of these little escape attempts. I only have your best interests at heart. You know that, surely? Now…”

Ardyn extended his hand to Stella, a smile spreading across his face.

“Let’s go home.”

Stella took a deep breath and sighed. She shook her head and raised her axe higher, as if to throw it.

Ardyn’s smile wavered as he dropped his arm and a large flan pounced on Stella from behind. Her axe disappeared as she struggled in the flan’s grasp restricted her arms and it swallowed her up to her neck. She rasped as it began crushing her chest and Ardyn drew closer, cupping her face.

“You must be tired, my sweet,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Get some sleep. And when you wake, you’ll be safe and sound…”

He couldn’t resist leaning forward to kiss her lips. She couldn’t do much to fight back, not when she was struggling to breath.

Ardyn rubbed his thumbs across her cheekbones as he deepened the kiss, enjoying how warm she was despite being outside.

After about a minute, he waved the flan away. It retreated and Ardyn caught Stella, going down to one knee whilst embracing her and kept the kiss connected. When he reluctantly pulled away, Stella was unconscious, her chest heaving as her body kicked in to restore oxygen.

Ardyn smiled as he picked her up, resting her head on his shoulder before giving a disdainful look at Lyra.

“Take her to the Citadel,” he commanded the necromancers.

They swooped to pick the hunter up and went ahead of Ardyn, towards the Citadel. Ardyn strolled behind them, watching Stella sleep in his grasp.

“Dream whilst you can, my star,” he whispered, “for I am about to bring the nightmares I try so hard to shield you from.”

#final fantasy xv #fanfiction #ardyn izunia #original female character #flan #behemoth #naga #forced kiss #bad touch

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radioactivepeasant · 3 years

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Fic Prompts: Final Fantasy Friday

(Another part of my "Knight of Etro" au)

The dinner table was, for the most part, quiet. Noctis wasn't used to having a lot of company at dinner. And Ignis wasn't even here! But Lunafreya never seemed to mind him following her around, even though she was A Middle Schooler already and he was still a third grader. So Noctis leaned as far over the side of his wheelchair as he could and asked Luna questions about what she did for fun, whether they could go to the pool tomorrow, whether she liked video games etc.

"You should really meet Ignis. He's so cool! He's my re- retainer," Noctis babbled. "And Petrus, Lord Pavonem's son, he said a prince's retainer is a servant who gets paid to be my friend because I'm too much of a baby to make friends by myself. But Ignis says that's stupid, and he's older than Petrus so he knows more. And Dad says Iggy's mom taught him how to be a retainer because I didn't have any older brothers and I needed someone to look up to."

Luna's older brother looked faintly amused, but also just a little annoyed by the chatter. Noctis's dad had said that when he was a teenager, he should remember to be patient if a child ever tagged along at his heels, but also to remember that it was okay to want to spend time with people closer to his age. That's why sometimes he had to "give Ignis space". Noctis supposed that made sense, but he still thought Ravus was kind of boring.

Midway through the clearing of the dishes, there was a brisk tapping on the door. Everyone looked up, surprised.

Everyone except for Gentiana, of course. She hid a smirk behind her sleeve and facetiously wondered who it could be.

Ravus, being closest to the door of the private dining room, stood and opened it. Immediately, he was greeted by a scruffy-haired man in rich, but tacky, clothes.

"Wh-" was all Ravus had time to say before a dismally battered old fedora was dropped unceremoniously onto his head.

"Godfather Ardyn!" Luna squealed, hopping up in her chair, "You didn't say you were coming!"

"He never does," Sylva remarked dryly.

Ardyn winked rogueishly. "All the better to surprise you, my dears. Milady," he swept into a grand bow, "You're looking well. These rascals are behaving themselves, then?"

"Yes, godfather," Luna said sweetly.

"No, not particularly," Ravus contradicted, raising the battered hat. "Ask Lu why her puppy has a pink splotch on her butt."

"Ravuuuuus!" the little girl whined, "That was an accident!"

"Yeah, we didn't mean to," Noctis said sheepishly, despite having no idea who this godfather person was supposed to be.

Ardyn pretended to do a double take. "My goodness! Now who can this be? A new darling nephew to spoil?" He stroked his chin. "Hmmm no, you don't have the Fleuret eyes...a Hunter, perhaps, here for a job? I'm afraid I've already cleared out the naga today, so you're out of luck."

"No!" Noctis giggled, "I don't have a job!"

Ardyn snapped his fingers. "Ah! I have it! You're a very well-dressed Tonberry!"

Ravus pulled his hat back down over his face. "Uncle Ardyn, you're embarrassing."

"It's my job, dear boy," the man said airily. "You didn't think I'd come all the way to Tenebrae for your birthday just to be boring, did you?"

Noctis saw Ravus light up under the hat. "You came for my birthday?"

Ardyn stepped back and dropped an arm around his shoulders. "I most certainly did! I can't show you how your present works yet, unfortunately. Your mother has such strict rules about weapons at the table."

Regis stiffened at the table as he glimpsed armor under the raggedy coat and finally remembered where he'd seen the man before.

Last time, he'd been standing over them amidst the blood and flames, plunging a blade into the Marilith.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #final fantasy friday #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv noctis #noctis lucis caelum #regis lucis caelum #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn izunia #Ardyn the Tacky Godfather #lunafreya nox fleuret #ravus nox fleuret #sylva via fleuret #etroverse #knight of etro au #Ardyn takes great pleasure in pulling the emperor's strings in many conflicting directions based on his whims

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the-blind-geisha · 3 years

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for the love sentence starters (if requests are still open), “I never stopped loving you.” - for Noctis, SFW

A/N: Sure thing~ I'll be happy to! ♥

Word Count: 1,628

Rated: SFW

Working to cull the daemon threat in Insomnia felt like trying to put out fire with a lit match. Being part of the Glaive that worked behind the city's ruined walls, you did your all to make sure that the city would at least be in some form of good condition when the king was to return. But how was this going to be possible? Ardyn was sitting on the throne and the daemons spawned continuously with no end in sight.

The worst of it was when you lost contact with the base where Cor and the others were. What happened? Did the daemons manage to make it down there as well? It couldn't have been possible. The Kingsglaive was unstoppable in your mind.

Running from two Nagas, you did your all to try and contact someone at the base once more. “Marshal, please respond! Marshal, it's me—y/n—are you there!” Nobody answered. There was only white noise to greet you. “Dammit!” you swore, jumping out of the way of one of the incoming jaws of the mighty creature behind you.

Don't look it in the eyes, you reminded yourself. It can not only poison you with a mere bite but it can turn you into a damn frog of all things.

There was a horrible cracking sound after a very predatory hiss that emanated from one of the Naga chasing after you. Just as you were about to turn around and find out the source of that whip like sound, the tail of the beast snapped around and snagged your ankle in a quick move that left you wide open for its other attack as you slipped and fell.

Your head was pounding. The sounds of the fire and all daemons that had overtaken Insomnia were but a mere ringing noise at this point. The sights becoming that of a blur, you felt as blood trickled from an open wound on your head as the Naga's jaws dripping with saliva inched closer to you in a ravenous want to devour you.

Before you could even think to just surrender, a blade spawned out of nowhere and stabbed the daemon in the chest, making it lurch back and scream inhumanly. The King of Lucis, Noctis, appeared shortly after to grab onto the weapon and swing it upward to cut the creature apart. The tail, which had you grappled, loosened, and you were soon free.

It didn't matter. You were a mess from that fall you were unprepared for, and it was there you slowly blacked out.

“... Ey....” A familiar voice beckoned to you later. “...Hey... Y/N...? Up... Wake up...”

Eyes fluttering open, you saw the familiar King of Lucis there beside you as he had taken you to a secured location to check on your wounds. It was an old restaurant from what you could see—appeared to be some sushi place, but it didn't look familiar to you. Not that everything had aged properly as time went on. A lot was so far in ruin that you could scarcely recall the places you once visited on a daily basis.

“N-Noctis...” you muttered as he was apparently alone. Having known him for so long, you knew he wouldn't be bothered if you only called him by his first name.

“Yeah,” he answered with a sigh of relief. “You had me worried there, y/n. I was lucky I found you and the Marshal just in time.”

“The Marshal?” You were able to sit upright with ease, a potion no doubt being used to cure your injuries. “I-Is he okay? I tried to contact him over our secure Glaive line but he wouldn't pick up.”

Noctis nodded. “The guys and I got there before the daemons could try to break through to your headquarters. The Marshal was trying to keep them at bay, so that might be why nobody picked up. They were focusing their efforts to keep the base from the encroaching daemons.” A frown of sorrow still managed to tug at the king's lips. “There were a few casualties, I am saddened to say. We saw them on the way there.”

Closing your eyes, you nasally sighed at the lives lost in this war. “You've come back for us,” you muttered in disbelief.

Noctis laughed softly at the words. “You make it sound like I never would. Insomnia is my home, and I refuse to let Ardyn have his way with my peoples' lives.”

A sigh of relief made its way past your lips. “I am just relieved you are all right. I was worried you'd end up the same as Lady Lunafreya...”

He could sense the discontent in your tone when you spoke of such things. “No, I didn't, and I don't plan on doing so.”

He was hiding something in those words but you couldn't figure out what it was. “I'm sorry about what happened to your fiancée. That was cruel.” You closed your eyes, chewing at the corner of your mouth at having to remember such a thing. The sound of what happened was worse than one being there to witness it. You felt for the poor man.

“Another reason I plan on extracting my revenge against Ardyn,” Noctis muttered as he clasped his hands together. “You don't have to continue speaking of it, you know. I can tell talking of it bothers you a bit.”

It wasn't that you felt Lunafreya was a bad choice. Far from it. You were just inwardly envious. You made yourself very clear in regards to how you felt when it came to Noctis, and that was why you thought it was better to just became part of the Kingsglaive. You could serve your king and use that passion towards something far better than use it to stew in your jealousy over what you couldn't have. Even if she was gone, it didn't feel right. He deserved to have the one being who made him happy.

“I shouldn't be so selfish. And please, don't think ill of me,” you begged. “I hate she died. I truly do. She didn't deserve it. You both deserved to be happy, and I would have continued serving you both loyally no matter what.”

Noctis clasped his hands together between his legs as he lowered his head as if to lament about something privately. “Jealousy is a strong emotion. I cannot say I am not accustomed to it.”

Your head tilted to the side. “Since when?” To you, it felt like he had it all. He had the perfect wife to be and the most amazing support net when it came to his friends. What was he lacking?

“Since you started dating your last boyfriend some odd years ago,” Noctis answered with a weary sounding laugh to disguise the jealousy that still wanted to be vile.

“Ah. Him.” You glanced away with a nasally breath. “I have to admit that it didn't last long. My emotions went more towards work anyways. I just kind of liked being around you, and I think he could see that.”

“Really?” Noctis straightened up in his chair he was sitting in, interested by that. “After all this time?”

A laborious laugh resonated from your chest. “I never stopped loving you, Noctis. The gods could demand it so, but I would ignore them.”

“Even when I was engaged and on my way to be married?”

“Even then.” You shrugged your shoulders, resting your hand on the part of your body that was previously wounded only to find it had easily healed over with the magic of the potion used. “Yeah, I'm sure it's unhealthy as fuck, but I would have served you both loyally. I swear it.”

Noctis tapped his fingertips together, bowing his head as if to ponder on what to say or do. “Understand, y/n, that I cannot take your feelings into consideration right now. It's been ten years, yeah... but... to me it still feels like just yesterday ever since I got back from being trapped in the Crystal.”

“I don't expect you to.” You nodded at nothing in particular, eyes drifting over the ruins of what was. “Look around you, Noct. It's not just me that needs you but your people. Tend to them first, and then we'll talk down the line.”

“Even if it has to be years from now?”

“Even then,” you said with a smile. “Other things are far more important as of current. Your emotional healing being one of them as well as the safety of others.”

He nodded, recalling the gravity of the situation. “You're right. You're right...” he repeated as if to affirm it himself. It was then he got up and offered his hand for you to take. Your fingers slipping into his grasp, he aided you in standing. “The Marshal was worried about you. It was why and how we found you. You might want to head back to HQ or something.”

“I'll contact him.” Digging into your pocket, you pulled out your phone to show Noctis. “Technology still kind of works if you have the electricity to make it do so. Besides, I'd rather be out here on the front line—helping you.”

He stifled a laugh behind his lips. “Sounds like a plan. I'll meet you outside when you're done.”

You watched as Noctis was about to leave the building. “Hey, Noct?” you called, causing the king to stop and turn to look back at you. Your right hand turned into a fist as you brought it across your chest before bowing. “It's great to have you back, my King.”

#gotta have that pining #noctis lucis caelum #noctis lucis caelum x reader #noctis drabble #drabble #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #request #strongheartmaid #mywriting #oreana writes

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destructokats · 2 years

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The game finally put all the quests on the other side of the plot (I couldn't even find a hunt) so I had to follow Ardyn to the disc. I actually followed the plot all the way up to Chapter 6 because how dare they take my car. That's where I get my AP. Rude.

Highlights under the cut because it got long. I have thoughts.

I was not the biggest fan of Gladio going into the disc because he kept beating me in Chocobo races and I was a little salty. By the end though? Holy fuck. He really takes his title seriously, even when Noctis gets stressed and kind of shuts down, and I respect the fuck out of that.

The whole Titan thing was super freaking intense but I loved it. I'm pretty sure I was screaming to my friend the entire time.

I will take my chances with the meteor crash site or whatever the Disc was, thank you very much, Ardyn. You take your airship thing and get the fuck out of here.

I like how I had to fight and survive the Titan to earn his respect but Ramuh just needs you to touch some funky trees.

I didn't know I bought a horror game. Fuck the imps and the goblins in the caves.

Prompto was freaking kidnapped! I was kind of worried at first because like, where they fuck was he taken, but then I saw the Naga and I felt really bad for him. Holy shit, they're super creepy and ugly.

I don't think I was supposed to be able to defeat the Naga in like 30 seconds. Kind of made Ramuh's cave pretty anticlimactic.

I guess Noctis has never played a stealth game and it shows. Like, damn, Ignis shouldn't have had to stop you from walking into a search light. Dude.

Can I trash all the other bases? Because that was fun.

I love and appreciate Prompto accepting zero criticisms about "Bust-a-Base". You keep doing you, dude.

#ffxv #newbie plays ffxv

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leorugiet · 7 years

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https://twitter.com/Owlteria/status/857468548461015040

ardyn... ardyn plz.

#i also fell through the world #not during the ardyn fight tho lmao #during the naga fight in insomnia #what a good video game #crack #ooc #mun spent to much time on twitter

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icharchivist · 3 years

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oh god i played 11 hours of ff15 today

so huh. that was a trip.

I mostly did sidequest in the 3/4 of it, which was fun and all, and theeeen i moved to the main plot and. man. things go down in such a way it’s completely gamechanging.

Highlight of the stream was me freaking out every two seconds against Titan like. I don’t think anything could have prepared me for what a ride that’d be.

the other Highlight must have been me going “ooooh nonononono” when Ardyn shows up again to lead us there a ha ha haah

anyway the moment i was caught in the main story plot i couldn’t look away and i just kept going with the main plot, at this point i worry for the sidequests bc i don’t know how i can return to ff15: camping simulator after “the Epic of the Gods” started getting serious.

But yeah also i’m amazed by the scale of the game like... man. The battles and all. I remember when i saw the trailers i thought it was overwhelming and it was the main reason i didn’t know if i should play ff15 - between the open world and the big battles, it felt Too Big, Too Much.

but now that i’m into it, it’s just a matter of taking it one step at a time, and for the big battles, well, they’re confusing and bloodpumping but in the best way possible and i don’t recall ever having such a thrill doing battles in video games like this (but also i really played like 5 RPG so lol)

It’s also wild because i’ve loved the Chocobros ever since the promo materials and so i was always anxious about getting into the game since i know how the story ends. But now that i’m really into it, i’ve fell in love with all four of them, and it is really making it dawn on me that the ending is going to destroy me. They were showing concern for each other earlier and i started crying knowing what it would lead to... man.

Anyway i stopped right after the Rahmut’s dungeons (met Naga. charming... charming character). and now i’m at the camp right before trying to retrieve the Regalia, but i’m stopping here for tonight else i don’t know when i’ll stop.

(oh i guess it doesn’t hurt to drop it but the main story i’ve played is on this specific video from 1:52:39 and onward to the end of that stream at 3:40:11. so it’s mostly two hours or so of me freaking out over the main story dLKJFDF)

Anyway it’s 4am and the people on the stream with me kindly didn’t realize it <3 so i went a little overboard... 11 hours straight of gaming..... But it was really fun and it was nice sharing it with those who were here, so thanks again for sticking around o7

Anyway it’s a good cue to go to sleep now o7 but i had a BLAST.

#ichablogging ffxvg

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Some Ardyn DLC and Plot Thoughts

Okay randomest thing but have I ever talked about how the Ardyn DLC heavily implies that Ardyn is not in control of his own actions?

Maybe this is a me thing, or alternatively a thing Everyone Has Already Talked About but like- think about it. A plea for insanity could already be made and won because he was strung up by meathooks for 2k years in total isolation with only the plague known to turn humans into screaming mindless monsters i his head for company. But when we first see him post being broken out of Angelgard, when he’s talking to Besithia and stuff, the revenge plot is ALL Besithia’s idea. It’s clear Ardyn is bitter, but he’s not- vengeful. He’s quiet, disinterested, very clearly depressed (and for good reason) and frankly gets ANNOYED by Besithia’s constant hamfisted “Oh you must want revenge on the people who hurt you, you just MUST want to kill those people who are conveniently my country’s worst enemies DON’T YOU.” Every time Besithia says/implies that sort of thing Ardyn either reacts in annoyance or says something to try to make Besithia drop it.

And then the fight with the Lucians happen. And Ardyn starts hallucinating them as SOMNUS. Somnus who taunts him, Somnus who attacks him. The focal point of his restrained bitterness dragged to life, ripping open the already unhealed mental wound and making it 100 times worse, making him even more mentally vulnerable.

Then, THEN.

Ifrit happens. Ardyn daemonifies Ifrit out of pure defensive desperation and is granted visions and then, THEN he suddenly starts laughing and swearing vengeance on the Lucis Caelum line.

Also in that DLC, a little bit later in fact, we’re told that daemonifying people transfers things to him. Memories. Knowledge. Names.

Is it that far of a jump to assume that it transfers emotions too?

What a coincidence then, that it’s only after Ardyn daemonifies (and thus receives some kind of data transfer from) the Infernian, the immortal Astral who hates humanity enough to kill them all, who hates Bahamut for being the one to strike him down, who has had thousands of years to stew in his hatred and spite toward both, that Ardyn decides to get revenge. Not by just going and killing the Lucis Caelums, which he could totally do considering his powers, oh no. He goes on an elaborate, years long scheme that will not only kill the Lucis Caelums, but will kill the Oracles (who hold Bahamut’s blessing), and kill the Chosen King (who also holds Bahamut’s blessing) before he can fulfill Bahamut’s vaunted Prophecy. A plot that will by extension will kill all humanity.

Humanity, Bahamut’s beloved Prophecy, and both of the lines that hold Bahamut’s blessing. Basically a plan to lash out at both all humanity and Bahamut specifically. You know, the two things Ifrit hates the most.

It’s also spectacularly convenient that Ardyn lashes out against those infiltrating Lucians, but only after they start the fight and after he starts hallucinating Somnus. But you know, it’s not like we have evidence that being infected with Starscourge causes personalized hallucinations tailored toward the infected’s most emotional memory/fixation point. Pshh. That would be like seeing other daemons cling to their strongest emotion and hallucinate their fixation point in place of the actual people in front of them. Like a Naga stealing a random human because she was convinced this was her long lost baby and then going ham on the humans who came to rescue aka “steal” their not-naga-baby buddy.

Oh wait.

There’s also the fact that the flashbacks in the DLC to Somnus are .... weird. Vague. They don’t match UP to the anime special episode (which does not take place from Ardyn’s POV but an outsider’s that bounces from Ardyn to Somnus to Aera btw) that got released about Ardyn. All the other anime episode specials matched mostly to what the game implies (to my knowledge) but in the anime episode the confrontation between Ardyn and Somnus is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. It’s in a throne room rather than a field, in front of a crowd instead of just Aera and Somnus, Gilgamesh is there attacking the Chosen King alongside Somnus (which handily explains why he was cursed to live in the Tempering Grounds or whatever), and Ardyn crawls up to the Crystal and is rejected, at which point he has a sword driven through his heart (“So, that is how you would end it” indeed) and then presumably chained up in Angelgard when it turns out he can’t die.

Like- I GET that the development team was having some ... issues around that time and a lot of plot stuff probably got scrapped after all the other DLC was canceled (just look at Dawn of the Future and how Ardyn’s two dialogue options in the Bahamut convo were CLEARLY supposed to be the lead up to either the canon ending or the alternate ending but go scrapped and instead are just ... the same ending cutscene starting a little differently) and one of their Important People left the FFXV project altogether but like ... really? You couldn’t either put the anime episode in the field in a private betrayal or put the DLC flashbacks in a throne room with Gilgamesh in the corner?

Then there’s the entire Thing where Regis MEETS Ardyn as the Adagium and yet makes no reference or hints or even unease at seeing the immortal daemon that nearly killed him in the Kingsglaive movie that is set years after Ardyn tries to murder Regis’s face.

Basically what I’m going for here is that in the Ardyn DLC, anything post the Ifrit’s daemonification (and possibly before) is not reliable. Ardyn is not a reliable narrator, and he’s VERY LIKELY not nearly as in control of his own actions as he thinks he is.

Does this completely excuse his actions (like murdering Luna, daemonifying Ravus, making us CHASE PROMPTO AND NEARLY STAB OUR OWN BEST FRIEND BEFORE YEETING HIM OFF A TRAIN, etc?) absolutely not. It’s just- it’s just this Thing I noticed the first time I watched the Ardyn DLC and then the anime episode forever ago and that I’m finally sitting down to ramble about. I genuinely don’t think Ardyn is entirely in control of his actions. I think it’s the Scourge that makes hallucinations tailored to fixation points/things with intense emotion tied to it (love for a child, hate for a betrayer sibling, greed for a magic crystal) and the anger of a centuries upon centuries old Astral that never got his revenge finally pushing Ardyn over the edge that he’d been clinging to for centuries. I don’t know how much an insanity plea factors into stuff like blame and penalty so I won’t offer an opinion on that specific spot. These are just ... some thoughts that hit me.

Also there’s the entire implications I first felt were there when playing the original game that it was awfully convenient that the game’s ending and our supposed victory is actually Ardyn’s plan coming to fruition: the death of the entire Lucis Caelum line and the Chosen King (both of them) that conveniently also ends his suffering as an immortal daemon that keeps coming back after gruesome deaths but I think I’ve made enough of a rambling fool of myself on the internet today so thank you and good day.

ALSO ALSO HOW CONVENIENT IS IT THAT THE SCIENTIST WHO DUG HIM UP AND HAD IFRIT THERE TO BE INFECTED ENDS UP BEING DRIVEN MAD BY ARDYN’S LIES AND DIES BECOMING THE SAME THING HE PRAISED ARDYN TO BE: A DAEMONIC MONSTER WITH AT LEAST MOST OF A MAN’S MIND. HOW CONVENIENT. HOW “COINCIDENTAL”.

#Secret Engima Rambles #ffxv #ardyn #ardyn dlc #episode ardyn #SE theorizes

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hardnoctlife · 4 years

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Author Asks

Decided to go ahead and answer these for anyone who might be interested.

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical “you” fic.

Domestic fluff, modern or school AU, with a sprinkling of angst. I’m really trying to work outside of my comfort zone, but I don’t really like too many crazy AUs.

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I really want to do enemies-to-lovers, but it’s so hard to pull off convincingly and I’m afraid I’m going to mess it up.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole?

MPREG…just…no. Also, most dub-con.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I’m currently working on a rewrite of one of my first fics “The Insomnian Academy for the Elite.” It’s called “Stand by You” in the new version! That’s it right now other than brainstorming for the Promptis Big Bang and trying to finish WDES Verse 2.

5. Share one of your strengths.

In writing? I think I do fun and convincing dialogue.

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

I’d say I spend more time writing dialogue than descriptions. I also sometimes have issues with pacing.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Chapter 10 of “Write Drunk, Email Sober.” I feel like I nailed everything about that chapter, from the emotion, to the dialogue...it’s my favorite thing I’ve written.

In that moment, something clicks into place for Prompto, like being shifted from the shallow to the deep end of a pool. He realizes there is much more to Ignis Scientia than just his ease on the eyes, and Prompto knows that he wants to dive even further into his depths.

Prompto’s smile comes naturally, full and delighted. Ignis mirrors it with his own.

“Boyfriend to Professor Scientia has a nice ring to it,” Prompto agrees. Ignis touches their noses, rubbing them together briefly before bestowing a kiss on the blond’s lips. They sink back into the bed and downwards, and Prompto is amazed to discover you can be lost and simultaneously found.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Most of “Rain or Shine and Everything In-Between,” because I felt like the dialogue was natural and fun, but also very true to life. My favorite scene is what I think is the most hard hitting of the entire fic:

“Tell me what’s the matter,” Ignis said as soon as the man had left the room, and Noctis made a show of studying the tips of his naga-skin boots, putting more weight on his good ankle. “Noctis?”

“I can’t do this, Ignis.”

“It’s only a tie, Noct—”

“No, this.” Noctis waved his hands at the whole room, and although it wouldn’t have been clear to anyone else, Ignis knew what he meant.

The prince’s advisor felt his heart skip a beat as he studied Noctis in the mirror, their eyes finally meeting as the prince’s chin jutted forward, stubborn, yet beautiful.

“What are you saying?” Ignis asked, pragmatic and cautious.

“I can’t do this, Iggy!” Noctis’s voice rose, skipping off the marble floors. “I won’t! I’m going to tell my father everything. I’m fucking gay for Bahamut’s sake, how I am supposed to make an heir, let alone have sex with my wife—”

“Shh,” Ignis implored, coming forward to squeeze Noctis’s shoulders in warning. “Shh,” he said a little more quietly, bringing his head to rest against Noctis’s cheek.

“I can’t—I can’t. Please, don’t make me do this!” Noctis’s heart was breaking, and Ignis’s was breaking along with it, and all this was so much more than choosing a stupid tie.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

I’d say, “Daemons that Live in the Dark.” It was the heaviest content-wise. I had to take a lot of breaks to mentally and emotionally recharge between chapters, and the ending gave me the most trouble.

10. Which fic has bee the easiest to write?

“Write Drunk, Email Sober.” It was so fun to write, and I didn’t stop writing it from start to finish. It felt easy!

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

I’d say a bit of both. I wanted to be a writer since I was in middle school, and even aspired to be an author at one point. I didn’t rediscover it until last year when surgery made me unable to be active and I needed something to do to manage my mental health.

12. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

When you get stuck, don’t be afraid to skip ahead and write scenes out of order. For me, this is especially helpful because I get certain scenes in my head that I want to jot down, but sometimes have trouble leading up to them.

13. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Not advice, exactly, but the idea that more kudos/hits/comments on a certain fic on AO3 = good/better. There have been popular fics that I have hated, and other ones with fewer kudos, etc. that I have absolutely loved. Everything is going to hit different from person to person, so you need to be true to you and what you like and not compare yourself to everyone else.

14. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

“Write Drunk, Email Sober” for sure. It would be hilarious to watch.

15. If you only could write on pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Does OT4 count as a pairing? Because I vote that.

16. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

Typically from start to finish unless I’m have a particular scene in mind that I need to get out, or if I’m having trouble writing a scene I might skip ahead and go back later.

17. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

No…I probably should. I use prompts a lot though, and music for inspiration.

18. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in a basement. Do you have a muse?

Yes—my wife.

19. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

Rainy day in a coffee shop, big latte, and spotify playlist on in the background.

20. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting.

I read through it once myself, let my wife read it and make edits, and then read it again. After posting I’ll read it a third time and usually still catch any errors I missed.

21. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style.

I’m currently doing this with my fic, “Stand by You.”

22. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

“Stand by You” and “Dawn of the Godslinger,” mostly because I loved the concepts, but I feel like my writing has improved dramatically since I first wrote them and they’re in desperate need of updating.

23. Have you ever deleted on of your published fics?

Yes, a few of my earlier ones. The writing and characterization was cringey.

24. What do you look for in a beta?

My wife has an MFA and is an editor so I’m lucky to have her as my beta.

25. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

Yes! You have to edit your own work…I look for typos/grammar errors and characterization mostly.

26. How do you feel about collaborations?

With the right people they are a ton of fun! But if you have a bad partner they can be miserable. Overall, I really enjoy them.

27. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Crazyloststar – mostly because she and I have very similar writing styles and she has GREAT characterization and very fun ideas. Definitely look up to her!

Carolyncaves – because they wrote one of my favorite fanfics ever, “Something Just Like This,” which is a great example of an ace person in a relationship and makes me think of my wife.

HigharollaKockamamie – because they wrote one of my other favorite fanfics, “The Temptation of Saint Anthony, but with This Guy,” which is the only fic that has ever made me like Ardyn.

28. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Oh man...probably something by @crazyloststar

29. Do you accept prompts?

Yes! I love them 😊

30. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I like to keep character’s personalities as canon as possible, but other than that it’s fair game. My number one pet peeve when reading fanfic is when authors don’t get the characterization right.

31. How do you feel about smut?

I enjoy it if I’m in the mood to read it, but I’m not a huge fan of writing it. I’d rather focus on the emotions behind character relationships rather than the physical aspects.

32. How do you feel about crack?

I’m not a huge fan of crack fics, reading or writing them.

33. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

IF and only if it is woven into a story artfully, I can tolerate it. I do not like fics that focus specifically on non-con or dub-con as being sexy or attractive, and I refuse to write those kinds of fics. With that said, one of my fics does revolve around the idea that the antagonist rapes the main character, but it is not glorified in any way.

34. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

If it furthered the plot and I was going for angst, sure.

35. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

Ao3

36. Talk about your current wips.

Currently I’m working on “Stand by You,” my Promptis HS AU rewrite, and gearing up for the Promptis Big Bang. I also still have to finish WDES Verse 2.

37. Talk about a review that made your day.

Pretty much any of the comments on WDES…any comment, really.

38. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I’ve gotten a handful. I typically delete them and move on. Otherwise, I respond to all comments.

#author asks #writing asks #asks and answers #hardnoctlife #fanfiction

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tarotdeckshuffle · 5 years

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Can I request the bros reacting to being in battle and their s/o jumping in front of an attack, saving his life but seriously injuring themselves?

Mmmhmm, that juicy angst! That’s the good stuff!

Taglist: @idiotflowerex

Noctis

You jumped in front of an MT as it launched a grappling hook at Noct.

It pulled you in as he warped towards it.

He was half a second too late, the MT has driven a sword through you.

Noctis jerks your crumbling body for the machine’s grasp.

He’ll kneel, holding you in his arms, even while the battle rages on.

He had simply reacted before, now he has to realize what’s happening to you.

Denial comes softly from his lips, followed by sadness.

You’re ok, you promise him.

Noctis would be the least likely to believe you.

He’d cry for Ignis, needing help and not knowing where else to go.

He keeps you in his arms and launches magic at any remaining MTs who try to come near you.

Stays by your side the whole time you heal.

Trying his best to cheer you up.

After you can move, he still treats you like glass.

Becomes super protective after that.

Prompto

You jump in front of daemon that is going after Prompto.

The creature clamps down on your leg and you hear a sickening crunch.

“NO!” is all that would escape his lips.

Prompto is horrified. His features show it.

For a moment, he’s frozen in place.

He’s the least prepared for such gore.

Your screams of agony would bring him back to his senses.

He runs to your side, fighting against himself.

You need him, this is not the time to be a baby, Prompto!

His training kicks in.

Helping you up, he’d try to get you to safety.

If he can’t, he stands over you, protecting you.

If he can, he’ll apply whatever aid he can.

As you recover, your every desire would be seen to.

Thirsty, babe? Prompto would bring you six different kinds of drinks.

Hungry? He’ll actually cook you whatever you want.

Seriously, Prompto’s attentiveness almost gets overbearing.

Once you’re back on your feet, you have to keep reassuring this guy that you’re really ok.

But he’ll try his best to be strong for you.

Ignis

Ignis plans everything out to the last detail, even his backup plans.

But if something went so off plan that you got hurt

It’d take him a second to recover.

You’re facing a great beast, the basilisk.

But unbeknownst to anyone, the empire takes this opportunity to attack.

MTs rain down on you, but the basilisk’s venom does too.

You’re all overwhelmed.

You push Ignis out of the way of the basilisk’s tail as he watches for MTs.

“[Y/N]…” Is all he manages to say before you’re crumpled on the ground.

He’s at your side in an instant, knowing all the latest medical practices.

His voice shakes, but he’s trying to convince himself that it’s ok.

He disregards his own safety as he cares for you.

Gladio yells at him.

He’ll lift your arm over his shoulder to carry you out of danger.

“Come now. You can’t die on me here.”

But his joke holds dire weight.

He’d tend to all of your medical needs as you recovered.

Providing you delicious and nutritious food.

MAKING you take your medicine.

He won’t kiss you unless you take this.

He doesn’t show it, but he’s overjoyed when you recover.

But from now on, he’ll be ever closer to you and always have more supplies on hand.

Gladio

You’re exploring a cave when a naga grabs for Gladio, but you take the hit for him.

It pulls you over a high cliff.

You fall, seriously wounded.

The naga bears down on you.

On the battlefield, nothing would have touched you, Gladio makes sure of that.

But he’s taken off guard here.

He’d literally jump down the cliff to protect you.

Fully disregarding his own safety for yours.

No matter how bloody he becomes,

His shield would never fall.

As soon as he has cover, Gladio would pick you up and gently carry you to safety.

He may have to leave your side as you recover,

But he’s always in contact.

When he’s there, he’ll hand feed you, just to see you blush.

He’ll read you stories to help you sleep.

And do anything you need.

After you recover, he’d have you train with him.

He needs to know you’re strong enough.

He needs to know HE’S strong enough for you.

Ravus

He’d stand, momentarily stunned,

That anyone would take such a hit for him.

But no god could stand between him and you.

He’d take the offensive to protect you.

Standing over you,

Anyone who got close enough would feel the wrath of his magitech arm

Those slightly farther away would be cut down before him.

As the dust cleared and he knew you were safe,

Then Ravus would carry you off.

Seeking the best medical help

He wouldn’t leave your side the whole time you recovered.

He’d likely love to read to you if you asked.

But mostly holds your hand as you sleep and wipes the sweat away.

Once you’re recovered, he’d become extra protective.

Luna

Do you want the archaean brought down upon your head?

Because that’s how you get the archaean brought down upon your head.

If you were injured before her,

Even the gods themselves couldn’t save whoever did it.

She’d hold you in her arms, protecting you

As she let the force of the apocalypse rain down upon whoever hurt you.

She’d be by your side, ever attentive, as you recovered.

Always trying to make you smile.

And nothing but smiles when you could walk again.

But know that she’s been training this whole time,

And has vowed to keep you safe.

Cor

Whoever or whatever just harmed you is already dead by the time you fall.

You’re in his arms before the pain washes over you.

And he leaves the battle.

You are more important than any victory.

He’ll rush you to the nearest medical care.

He may leave while he knows you’re safe.

Probably to return to battle to finish what he started.

But he’ll be there by the time you awaken.

Likely dozing off next to you.

He’ll be shy to take you with him after that,

But he will, knowing that nothing can stop you.

Nyx

OH.THE GUILT.

Nyx couldn’t save his sister,

Now you’re hurt because you saved him.

Everything in his heart falls, but not before he grabs you.

He’d carry you off, too scared for your safety to keep going.

As soon as he can, he’ll set you down and perform whatever aid he can.

Then you’re off, searching for real medical attention.

He won’t leave your side as you recover, he promises you that.

He’ll doze by your side, waking when you do.

Bringing you whatever you need.

Vetting anyone who comes through that door.

It would take a heroic monologue to make him let you enter the battlefield, again, though.

Ardyn

Whatever harmed you is dead.

Everything around it is dead.

The surrounding vegetation is dead.

Ardyn would go berserk.

Once every possible threat is gone, he’d cradle you in his arms.

He’d rush you to medical professionals, afraid that he could daemonize you if you lost too much health.

He’d act cool around you, never leaving your side.

But each time you closed your eyes,

His smile would disappear.

He constantly checks your temperature.

Makes sure your vitals are ok.

Is worried about you, until you wake.

Then he acts as if nothing is wrong.

Telling you tales, bringing you food.

When you recover, he makes sure not to bring you into danger,

Opting to handle these situations on the darker side of the day.

Aranea

All hell on Eos breaks loose.

Her soldiers would drag you to safety as she killed everything.

“Take care of ‘em!” She’d yell.

They’d be afraid for their own lives if you died in their care.

You’d have full medical attention in no time.

Aranea would be at your side, covered in blood, after the fighting was done.

She’d check in on you often, but not be able to sit still at your side.

After you recover, she’d demand that you take it easy.

She wants you by her side, but not if you could get hurt, again.

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panzerschocolade · 5 years

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So, did anyone else catch this? While Ardyn is doing his thang with our Lord Ifernian, we get this little flash. Now, it could be just Ifrit... succumbing, but I suspect it’s really more than that. And I’ve suspected it for a long time now, but this gave me some concrete proof.

After bequeathing humans the gift of fire, Ifrit realized humans weren’t using his gifts the way he’d intended. The way the story goes, Ifrit intended on wiping humanity off the face of Eos, but the rest of the Astrals had already gotten attached. They couldn’t let Ifrit kill them all off, thus kicking of the War of the Astrals.

We all know how that turned out.

Ifrit lost, was cast into Ravatough to save humanity, and he’s been in there ever since. But, in his last action, he cursed humanity.

With his dying breath, he swore that any misusing his gifts would be marked, and as long as humanity spread their darkness like a plague, so too would they be thus inflicted

So...

Is the Starscourge just a “parasite”, as Verstael Besithia describes it in his dossiers?

Or is it a sickness of the soul? Because all the Daemons (as we have known for some time) are all humans. And the event that causes the contraction of Starscourge is usually something traumatic. Melusine, for example, luring those to their doom for the loss of her partner to someone else- was it jealousy? And did she kill that other hunter for it? The naga in Fouciagh Hollow, for another example- if you read all the lore correctly, you know is the woman who lost her baby to a band of marauding daemons.

Now- how does a mother lose her baby, the most precious thing in her life, to monsters? If they were together, why did they take the baby and not the mother? How did the baby get separated from it’s mother? Doesn’t something about that smell off? Doesn’t that hint of negligence? We never hear about the baby having become a Daemon, but the mother...

Well, we all know she’s in Fociaugh Hollow.

Have all the people who contracted Starscourge committed some evil?

And if Ardyn was their healer, and did know why they contracted the Starscourge, would that have not added an extra element of bitterness? He absorbs their sins into himself, literally. He’s made himself sick with all their vile deeds- he’s sacrificing his health and humanity to save those who’ve committed horrible acts. The people don’t just want Arydn because he can heal them of a horrible, highly communicable disease.

They want him because he absolves them of their sins.

#FFXV #Final Fantasy XV #ardyn lucis caelum #ffxv episode ardyn #episode ardn #Starscourge #ffxv ifrit #Noctis Lucis Caelum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #somnus lucis caelum #aera mirus fleuret

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sephirotha · 5 years

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House Arrest Part Four

Based off a roleplay with @rosiesuzuya

Stella let out a tearful scream as she pushed herself away from Ardyn once he revealed himself. He watched as she tripped over something, probably a rock or her own feet, and crawled back, tears brimming in her blue eyes.

It made something stir in his dead heart.

“Why do you keep running from me, Stells?” he asked as he followed her slowly.

He pressed his foot on her ankle before she could move away further. He offered her a crooked smile, holding his hands out for her.

“It’s OK, my star,” he cooed. “Your lovely uncle is here to make everything better…”

Tears ran down his princess’s cheeks and he only smiled wider.

A while ago…

Ardyn’s legs felt heavy as he wandered the empty streets of the city. His limp was more exaggerated than usual, at this point he was practically dragging the leg along the pavement.

His mind was plagued with dark thoughts, more than usual since nearly strangling the life out of his Stella.

Should have killed her.

What were you hoping to trap her here?

Do you really believe she’ll love you?

She’s a creature of light, you are not.

It is sickening the way you follow her, hoping for the salvation that you’ve never deserved.

She needs to know who’s in charge…

“Shut up!”

His voice was clear and angry. His wave of emotion expelled a wave of dark energy, hitting any daemon unfortunate enough to be too close to him.

Ardyn doubled over and choked. Black ooze splattered onto the broken pavement before him and he rested his shoulder on the nearest lamppost. It was like his ribcage was crushing into his lungs and his airways were blocked. It was as if he was drowning with a thousand arrows through his chest.

“St-Stella…” he rasped as he held his chest. He tipped his head up to glare at the sky. “Ai…leen?”

There was a dark chuckle somewhere in his plagued conscience.

They’re one and the same.

Your beloved ran to your brother as does ‘your little star’.

Why do you fight us?

You know we’re right.

We gave you power.

She, on the other hand?

She’s already left you.

Ardyn’s pain disappeared quickly at the last voice. He turned around and saw a Nagarani slithering up to him, hissing angrily.

He reached out for her as she leaned down and let him examine her memories.

From her point of view, she was towering over the princess. Stella looked up at her, eyes wide with fear. She summoned her axe and held it up, ready to throw it.

The Nagarani responded by circling her and breathing blue mist over her. Stella turned into a toad and the Nagarani tried to grab her with her jaws.

Stella evaded the attack and dove into the nearest drain.

Ardyn drew away and stuck a katana through the Nagarani’s forehead. The lifeless daemon fell to the side as he returned the katana to his armiger.

“Running from me already, my sweet?” he murmured. “Oh, you haven’t seen me at my worst. How will you handle me then?”

The daemons inside him sung with joy as he made his way out of Insomnia.

He was halfway down the bridge leading towards the mainland when he heard a startled scream. He turned and saw Stella halfway between the sewage pipe and the river, flailing her arms rather comically. She belly-flopped into the water and Ardyn’s lips quirked.

So unladylike. Was she really a princess?

Ardyn watched her swim towards the bank. He sat on the hood of an abandoned car, cupping his chin thoughtfully.

There were so many ways he could approach her.

Should he scare her across the dark wastelands and have her pass out with exhaustion?

Should he have her circle the same area until her mind broke?

If she was so scared of snakes, maybe he could lure several Nagas or Nagaranis to torment her…

Maybe he could pretend to be one of her friends.

Maybe…he should disguise himself as Ignis.

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head.

Ah, yes, her beloved Ignis. The reason why she was under oath to be his. Poor girl would probably die for him, not that Ardyn was keen on killing the princess without enjoying her company.

The diary he acquired was full of praises for Ignis. There didn’t seem to be anything Stella disliked about the chamberlain. She confessed to singing ballads whilst thinking of him. She tried to cook for him despite it ending up as a disaster most of the time. She whined about wanting to spend more time with him, although her schedule didn’t allow it.

It made Ardyn sick.

How could she love a perfectionist who tries too hard to hide his flaws? Could she not see that he was only doing his job in cooking and cleaning for her? That his relationship with her could only ever be professional?

Oh, how she cried when Ignis lost his vision before her. She screamed and wailed as she cradled him. Such a blessing it was for the King’s Hand to see her before his world fell to darkness.

Ardyn wondered, would her embrace be as warm as it looked? Would she pity him enough to let him rest his head on her lap and stroke his hair? Would she press those soft looking lips onto his skin? Would she cry for him and his pain?

Ignis seemed to not know what a privilege that was.

Ardyn blinked and he was in the chamberlain’s body. He looked at the cane in his hand with a frown and mimed using it to feel his way down the road. He adjusted the dark glasses on his face and cleared his throat.

“I…have come up with a new recipe.”

He chuckled to himself, holding his head. He regained his composure, although his smirk was wide and cunning.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star,” he hummed as he continued crossing the bridge, “how I wonder how you’ll cry…”

#fanfiction #ardyn izunia #ardyn x oc #final fantasy xv #original female character #ignis scientia #ignis x oc #house arrest #part four #roleplay #nagarani #one-sided attraction

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