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I was deep-diving through tvtropes and-

I have no idea how accurate it is because I never played episode Ardyn. But please consider.

AU where Ifrit wakes up, sees daemonified Ardyn and goes "Wait, that was NOT the Plan". And proceeds to burn Ardyn (and most of the lab) in the Holy Fire, purifying him and accidentally-on-purpose giving him Ifrit's Blessing. (It was totally on purpose)

(Canon and the Prophecy are Yeeted out of the window)

Been sitting on this, because this? This is brilliant. Raven, you have no idea how badly I want this.

Ifrit's been dead-ish (you can kill an Astral as hard as you like, they just come back like a bad gil) for thousands of years by the time the Scourge surfaces in Somnus and Ardyn's time. Being dead or sleeping doesn't prevent an Astral from knowing things, so Ifrit is aware of House Caelum, is aware of Bahamut's plan to deal with the Starscourge.

(What does Ifrit think of the Scourge? He once loved humanity, may still love humanity despite Solheim's betrayal. Does he regret that he is not there to help? Does he weep for the children he once nurtured, taught, and cherished? Does he weep for the lives that will be lost?)

(Or does he laugh? That the only one to help humanity combat the Scourge is Bahamut, wholly unsuited to face an enemy that cannot be killed with a blade? That the ones who spurned him will now die to something he could have would have saved them from?)

But Ifrit doesn't care to watch Bahamut's flawed plan play out (doesn't care to watch the children of his Sparks waste away in the night) so he turns away from the goings on.

It's the chill (the feel of his lover's kiss) seeping into his bones that wakes him. He wakes, furious, because how dare she, how dare she after she sided with the rest of their kin, with those traitorous humans.

Only, it's not Shiva.

Through the fire and fury coursing through his soul, Ifrit doesn't recognize where he is. It's a human lab - not the same as Solheim's once were, not the same architecture, not quite as advanced.

He recognizes the son of House Caelum.

Bahamut's Chosen Sacrifice.

And here's the thing: Ifrit is the god of Knowledge. More than the other Astrals, Ifrit's power is to know. Anything and anyone, anywhere and any time.

So when Ifrit looks at Ardyn Lucis Caelum, he knows.

He knows this man's love for his people. The lengths he went to help his people. His love for his lover and his kin. His kin's betrayal. His lover's death. Bahamut's rejection. His own people abandoning him.

Two thousand years locked away in the dark with naught but memories and grief.

Ifrit knows how that old Soldier thinks. Bahamut is War. Bahamut is Duty and Sacrifice. Bahamut will sacrifice this healer alongside whoever his new Chosen one will be.

Ifrit hates humanity. They burned him and time hasn't healed that wound.

But... he loved them once. Mortals who burned as bright as they burned short, sparks of ingenuity in their eyes as they took the first staggering steps he helped them achieve and figured out how to run.

Thousands of years later, a little healer took a gift and used it to save lives in a way it was never intended.

Ifrit looks at Ardyn Lucis Caelum. He sees himself staring back.

Ifrit hates humanity.

He hates Bahamut more.

In the mere second after laying eyes on Bahamut's discarded Chosen King, Ifrit burns the lab in Holy Fire.

His new Spark burns with him.

#ffxv #Spark!Ardyn au #Ardyn Lucis Caelum #Ardyn Izunia #and in one move Ifrit yeets canon out the window #as well as all of Bahamut's plans #Besithia manages to escape getting fried only because I need Prompto to exist #what's going to be hilarious is that no one will be able to prove Ardyn is an LC #he no longer has the LC magic #and after a hundred plus generations dna isn't going to be conclusive unless the royal family agrees to dig up Somnus' bones #of course after two thousand years there's not even 20% of viable dna left in bone #which drops to about 15% if you assume closer to 3000 years like it would be for 113 generations at about 25 years per generation #so even if they did dig up the Founder King's bones they still might not be able to conclusively prove it #so we can have fun~ with that

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sapphireginger · 8 months

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At Our Ex-Spence: Chapter #25

Summary:

Stuart’s cheeks are soaked with salty streams, but it feels so good to let it all out. His shoulders shake with silent sobs and then he throws his head back and screams. The grief, agony, pain, heartache and despair he feels flood the clearing. Stiles sways in the path of the waves of intense emotions. The wind picks up. Lightning flashes over and over again. Thunder roars and the trees sway faster and faster. Stuart’s head slowly falls forward from its upward position. The shadow trembles in terror as he locks eyes with her.

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Stiles hates everything right now. Okay, well not everything but he does hate that apparently Stuart has to face Jasmine. Stuart has to face her shadow, just like Stiles faced the shadows of the Nogitsune and the alpha wolf. He doesn’t understand why he’s there though. It doesn’t make sense. Why would—

“Awe. What’s the matter baby boo?” Jasmine says. “Don’t tell me you forgot about me.” She smirks and it makes Stuart shudder. “You wouldn’t forget me, would you? I mean it’s your fault I’m dead.”

Stuart shakes his head. “N-No. I-It was—It was an accident.”

Jasmine laughs cruelly. “Was it? Or were you just so desperate not to have me convince you to say something that you decided I had to be dealt with.”

“No.”

“Was it because I rejected you when you said you liked me? I mean have you seen you? Why would I want to say yes to that?”

Stiles makes a fist, latching onto his bond with his mate, which like when he faced his shadows, is muted slightly. His magic is restless and ready to lash out to defend his brother. As much as he wants to though, he can’t. Stuart has to do this. However, that doesn’t mean he can’t help.

“No. I told you I liked you because you were upset about Lou not liking you back. I told you there was nothing wrong with you. I told you he was stupid.”

Jasmine quirks a brow. “Just like you?”

Stuart flinches. “No. I’m not stupid.”

“Maybe not, but there is definitely something—perhaps several somethings—wrong with you.”

“Why are you saying these things? Jazzy this isn’t you.”

Stiles sends soothing vibrations towards his brother and lets his voice echo in his twin’s mind.

“You’re right. It’s not her. She would never say these things to you. Think Stu. Think. Uważać.”

Stuart’s gaze doesn’t stray from Jasmine, but Stiles’s words strike something inside him, igniting his core. He looks at Jasmine with confusion. “You’re not Jazzy.”

“Oh really.” Her voice is hard like steel. “Says who?” She glances at Stiles. “Him? Oh. I see. You need a little help, Stu-Boo? Can’t face me like a man?”

“Shut up!” Stuart snaps. “Shut the hell up!”

The sky flashes with bolts of lightning. The sound of thunder claps, all encompassing in the clearing.

“Thatta boy. Come on baby. Let’s play.” She’s watching him like he’s prey, and Stiles feels helpless. He knows with every fiber of his being that he can’t do this for his brother but there has to be something he can do.

“What’s his favorite color?” Stiles calls out.

Jasmine looks over at him with an annoyed expression. “Green. Obviously.”

Stuart’s brow furrows slightly. “No, it’s not.”

“Of course, it is, Stu-Boo. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s not green. My favorite color is purple. Just like Ally’s. That's why I always get her violets.”

Jasmine glares at him and then at Stiles. “Stay out of this sparky!”

Stiles smirks. “Not a chance, shadow bitch.” The last word is said under his breath, so Stuart doesn’t hear it.

Stuart takes a step towards Jasmine. “You can’t be real. I don't know what’s happening. I don’t understand but I know Jazzy and you aren’t her. Whatever you are, you’re wrong. I can see how you corrupt the air around you.” His eyes glaze over slightly and Stiles’s heart beats faster at the sight of glowing turquoise eyes.

“Now Stu-Boo. Just hold on a second.”

The younger twin shakes his head and focuses his gaze on her once more. “What’s dead should stay dead, and you died. You are nothing more than a shade. You are nothing more than a stain. You are nothing more than a shadow.”

Jasmine’s form shudders at his words and then her eyes go pitch black. She begins to spout out harsher, crueler, meaner and darker things towards Stuart in an attempt to break him.

While he was winning out before, at her words something inside him believes what she’s saying. The ignited warmth starts to fade, and he feels so cold. She’s not saying anything he himself hasn’t already thought of a million times before.

Stiles thinks about Peter. He thinks about how his mate grounds him and his magic. Peter is the anchor for his magic. He thinks about how Stuart has magic but hasn’t understood what that means. He thinks about how Allison is probably the anchor for Stuart’s magic. Stiles realizes with every second that passes, his twin is getting colder, and Stuart’s spark is waning.

Anger and protectiveness surge through the older twin as he steps forward. His eyes flash dangerously and the action causes Jasmine to freeze in the middle of another taunt. Stiles’s hands crackle with electricity, his spark and magic waiting for his will to guide them.

Jasmine smiles sweetly. “Si mihi non occurrit, deficiet. Locum eius capere non potes.”

Stiles smirks and tilts his head, the amethyst glow of his eyes shifting slightly. A sliver of shadows swirls within them. His eyes begin to spiral and that’s when the shadow looks truly terrified.

Her hold on his brother dissolves instantly and Stuart snaps his gaze towards his brother. “Stiles?” he says.

The older twin looks at his brother and nods. Stiles doesn’t let Stuart say anything. “You are so strong Stu. So very strong. You are so smart, Stu. So very smart. There is nothing you can’t do.”

“That's not true, Stiles. I’m not—”

“Yes. You. Are.” Stiles’s magic hisses as Jasmine takes a step toward Stuart once more and she freezes at the sound. “Stu? No one witnesses someone else’s death and comes out untainted but that darkness that is weighing you down is only as strong as you make it.”

Stuart tilts his head. “What do you mean?” he asks.

Jasmine tries again to get closer to Stuart but with a look, the younger twin freezes her. He’s shocked it worked. All Stuart wants is for her to not get to him. He wants her to stay right where she is. When the younger twin looks back at his brother, Stiles is smiling.

Stiles nods. “You are braver than you think, stronger than you believe and smarter than you think. Stu, you are only limited by the power of your belief. You are right. She’s not Jasmine. You know that. So don’t listen to what she is saying. It’s not true. You know that.”

“But she’s dead because of–”

“No!” Stiles says, cutting him off. “It was an accident. She fell. Think Stu. Pamiętać.”

Remember. Remember. Remember.

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“I’m just saying that telling them how you’re feeling would help, Stu,” Jasmine says.

Stuart paces on the rocky outcrop and shakes his head. “I can’t, Jazzy. There’s no trust now. How am I supposed to trust them? They’ve kept this from me. Who knows what else they’re hiding.”

Jasmine pushes up from her seated position onto her knees. “Stuart, I know. I can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel. Sometimes as hard as it seems, the best thing to do is say it. They might not know how much this is hurting you.”

He turns away and rakes his hands through his hair. “I just…” he trails off and turns to look at her. “I’m scared.”

“I know.” Her voice is soft as she gets to her feet and moves closer to pull him into a hug. “I know.”

They stay like that for a long time and Stuart feels the tension that had been building up, seep out of him bit by bit.

When they finally part, he shoves his hands in his pockets and gently bumps their shoulders together. “You want to get some pizza?” he asks.

She gives him a blinding grin. “Definitely.”

He laughs softly and offers his hand. “Let’s go.”

Stuart hadn’t brought anything with him when they came out earlier, but Jasmine has her notebook and bag. Her eyes rake over his face, loving the way he’s smiling now. She did that. Because she’s so focused on him, her foot catches on her back and she trips. The impact between her body and the ground makes her cry out as the wind is knocked out of her.

He rushes over and falls to his knees. “Jazzy?!”

“I’m okay,” she says, rubbing her head and pushing herself up. She cries out when she puts pressure on her wrist and slips forward once again.

Neither of them realizes how close they are to the edge. It had rained the night before and as she slips and Stuart reaches for her hand, something gives.

There’s nothing they can do as the ground crumbles beneath them. They tumble down, down, down and—CRACK!

Darkness.

Stuart groans and slowly sits up the world tilting dangerously. He starts coughing. “Jaz? Jazzy?!” he calls out. His eyes alight on her crumpled form and he launches himself towards her, ignoring the pain that flares up in his ankle. “No! No. Jaz? Jazzy? Jasmine?!” he cries out.

Her eyes flutter slightly and blood trails out of her mouth. Her eyes are hazy, and he carefully moves her head to his lap, tucking her hair behind her ears. He chokes back sobs that wrack his entire body.

Jasmine feels so cold, but she doesn’t focus on that. He needs to know. She has to make him understand. It hurts but she pushes through the pain. “You. N-No. F-Fault.”

Stuart blinks the tears from his eyes. “Of course, it’s my fault. You never would have been out here if it wasn’t for me.”

Jasmine coughs slightly and she knows she doesn't have much time left. “I. L-Love. Y-You. Y-You. B-Be. O-Okay.” She can’t get any more words out and her heartbeat slows down.

“Jaz…I love you too. Don’t leave me. Please. Just hold on.”

There’s no response, but he continues pleading long after her heart has stopped. He knows logically that she’s gone but he just can’t think about that. A mere second after her heart stops, he lets out a blood curdling shriek. He feels like he’s on fire and clutches at his chest. Tears stream down his face and the pain becomes too much.

Darkness.

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The wind picks up. Lightning flashes over and over again. Thunder roars and the trees sway faster and faster. Stuart’s head slowly falls forward from its upward position. The shadow trembles in terror as he locks eyes with her.

Sparks are born. Sparks are not made. Stuart’s skin begins to heat up. His eyes begin to glow and his flash brighter than ever before.

“I. Loved. Her.” He doesn't raise his voice, but he might as well be yelling for how clear and sharp his words are. “She was everything to me. I would have ended my life without her. After I lost her, I broke but I did not shatter.”

The shadow tries to move but can’t so much as twitch. It watches as black tendrils rise up behind the spark totaling four. Four shadow tails.

“You come here and pretend to be her. You dig into my insecurities and pretend to be her, but you are nothing like her. Jazzy was good. She was the sun to my darkness. She was the warmth to my cold. She was the softness to my jagged edges. She was the hope to my jadedness. She never called me Stu-Boo.”

Stiles watches his brother with pride and sends that pride to him.

Stuart uses the pride from his twin to push on. “Umbra non est lux. Non tenebrae dies. Tu macula es in terra. deleo te. Adiuro te. finem tibi faciam.”

As the last word leaves his mouth, the shadow jerks and opens its own mouth in a silent, muted shriek. There’s a burst of white light that brings both sparks to their knees as the clearing is engulfed in heat.

Stuart shudders, his eyes closing in relief. “Liber sum. Liberavi me. Omnia, quæ ego sum, fregi vincula. Non tenebar amplius tenebris et umbra. Ego enim sum tenebrae. lux sum. Nam umbra sum. Ego sum scintilla.”

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Time seems to still and there is no sound. Stuart can’t even hear his own breathing, but he feels…His eyes flutter open slightly and then widen in surprise. Fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “Jasmine.”

Jasmine’s light smiles at him, and he shudders when her lips graze his forehead. She’s so warm and as her light surrounds him, he feels the last traces of darkness leave him. He’s free. “I love you, Jazzy,” he whispers, letting his eyes fall shut once more.

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When Stuart opens his eyes again, Stiles is kneeling in front of him. There’s a small fox next to his brother's leg that then wraps itself around Stiles’s neck like a scarf.

Stuart is stirred from his curious stare at the fox and stills when the older twin cups his face. The amber eyes, identical to his own, are full of so many emotions that Stuart can’t even begin to identify them.

Stiles brings their foreheads together and sniffles before clearing his throat. “Optime occurrit, Scintilla Gajos,” he whispers. “Well met.”

“Optime occurrit, Scintilla Hale.” Stuart feels something click into place at his words. “Well met.”

#steter #teen wolf #stilinski twins #stuart gajos #stiles stilinski #angst #past character death #past injury #revelations #latin #polish #heavy angst #spark stiles stilinski #spark stuart twombly #at our ex-spence: ch. 25

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