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amidst-wonderland · 9 months
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final fantasy vii (final fantasy in general) is the only fandom i'm in where none of my favourite ships are even remotely canon, or popular.
rambling below cut
for seven, my top ships barely interact for longer than a few minutes and because of the twenty-odd year shipping war, no other ships really get to breathe. especially involving any of the 'core' four (the chances of renoaer ever having more than a small cult-following was shot in field somewhere in '97)
cissreno, i mean they have one conversation together and happen to be in the same scene once (despite both being turks!) and that's all i've got to work with. i so desperately want a cissnei reunion in rebirth or it's sequel - give me one scene square!
i wonder if they'll mention emma now that elena has joined and square are using compilation material.
the level of angst in these two ships is genuinely too good to be ignored.
reti are fine, like i've got a few hang-ups the longer i think about the age-gap but in the grand scheme of things it's relatively harmless and the fanart circulating is gorgeous.
the only popular ship i love is aerti but even then it's still no cloti, zerith or clerith (all ships i don't dislike).
for final fantasy xv i mean, again it's all about the angst.
lunyx was always doomed to fail simply in the premise of xv and the film doesn't directly imply anything more than genuine friendship and nyx's need to play hero and projecting his vulnerability / optimism onto luna.
i also just would like to add that aesthetically older!noctis x kingsglaive!lunafreya - truly majestic. i don't buy game them, but i sure buy that.
i don't have much of a reason to ship luche x crowe other than the fact that i hate myself, him and what could've been had the film fleshed out their characters more because in every scene they share they're literally looking at each-other at some point.
also, whilst i'm on the subject of crowe and luna - crowuna, another great ship. i wouldn't trust square with it considering what they did to crowe but that has genuine potential.
side note, i love the headcanon that iris looks up to crowe as a role-model.
here's also some my quickfire rarepairs / crackships, that again will never see the light of day
highspecs - that's what it's called? anyways, yes. (i wouldn't say this is a rarepair, just not on the levels of ignoct, promptis or noctluna)
reno x jessie - this is chaos and i love it.
cleno - i don't even know if i really ship this but reno pissing off cloud adds ten-years to my life and i will relish in that wutai rescue mission.
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jazzraft · 3 years
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Halloween Prompt #31 - Luna/Crowe
I’m just gonna go ahead and champion myself for my future self on this one, because I’m actually pretty proud of how it turned out! It’s femslash, it’s sad, it’s not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea, but I really liked it!
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“The moon looks beautiful tonight.”
Crowe looked up to find Luna at her side, alighted in such elegant repose upon the dirty stoop. She looked so out of place in the dingy city, so perfectly pristine in her ivory gown, draped against the silty flagstone steps like the first folds of fallen snow, concealing every fault in the earth underneath. The delicate bow of her smile shimmered gossamer frail beneath the moonlight, her face upturned to its cool, midnight glow.
“Looks the same to me,” Crowe groused, glaring down at the mud caked between her bootlaces.
“It’s the shadows,” Luna mused. “It’s not the moon that changes, but how the light and the dark play around it. The shades of every night are always different.”
“And you think that’s beautiful?” Crowe snorted. “Just sounds unreliable to me.”
“There can be beauty in impermanence. Don’t we both know that?”
Crowe looked back up again, this time finding the pale glow of Luna’s smile reflected upon herself. Moonshine glimmered softly inside the Oracle’s eyes, so close Crowe could nearly see her own face emerge from the play of light within. And yet, there was still something so achingly distant in the way Luna looked at her, as illusory as the sky at daybreak; so close in sight, yet so far from reach.
“Hello,” Luna greeted her, as though she’d only just arrived.
“Hey.”
Lestallum hummed in mute whorls of industrious insomnia around them. Despite the perpetual warmth of the town’s meteoric core, pulsing in steady dregs of power beneath her feet, Crowe felt strangely cold beside Lunafreya. It wasn’t the first time. In the small span of time she’d known the princess, she’d felt a chill in her presence that Crowe could never quite define. It wasn’t exactly dread, not a fearful sort of cold that begged her to escape some frigid danger yet undiscovered beneath the placid grin of the Princess.
It was quite the opposite, actually. The kind of chill she felt around Luna was more of a relief. It was a balm to the heat that had seethed in Crowe’s veins since she was old enough to recognize rage. It was the kind of cold that one welcomed, if only for the promise that there would be warmth at the end of it. Crowe ran hot, but she’d rarely ever felt warmth. Her heat was fury, wild and volcanic erupting from deep within her resentment for the Empire.
Warmth, however – true warmth – was a feeling of comfort, soft and safe in the weary aftermath of the fighting. It was the long thaw of the extremes which numbed Crowe all her life. And there was a kind of terror to letting herself feel that. Every time she looked into Luna’s eyes and felt that gentle wash of wintry ease start to snuff the flames in her, she felt afraid. Afraid of the warmth she knew was coming afterward, afraid to feel the safety she knew that the Oracle would promise once she escaped her self-made inferno.
Lunafreya terrified her. And Crowe was certain she knew it.
“Where have you been?” Luna asked, with all the patience of a snowfall, the whisper of her voice as light upon Crowe’s ears as the winter flurries.
“Around,” Crowe said, wrinkling her nose as she kicked a chunk of dirt from the sole of her shoe – she didn’t even remember where she’d walked for them to get so dirty. “Easy to get lost in this place.”
“I understand.”
Crowe glanced over, unnerved by her deep blue stare, as motionless as a still pool of water, awaiting the first ripples to stir the surface. She hoped that she didn’t expect Crowe to be the one to dip her toe in. Because when she fell into Luna’s gaze, she made a splash, made waves cresting chaos in the quietude. That was all she’d ever done – create chaos.
“If you ever need help finding your way…”
“I can figure it out on my own.”
While Luna did not frown or flinch or flick away her gaze, Crowe felt guilty for being dismissive of her anyway. It was a reflex, to snap first and regret it later. But Luna took it with just as much grace as she took her morning cup of tea: with a touch of sweetness and a careful hand.
“Nevertheless,” she said, frosting over the hot lash of Crowe’s frustration. “Rest awhile. Enjoy the moonlight with me.”
Crowe huffed, but otherwise obliged the princess. Her boots were heavy with drying dirt and she could feel the fatigue in her soul. It had been a long night. Been a longer walk to get here. She might never understand what Luna could see in the banalities of the world which Crowe could not, but she’d take the excuse to just sit, be still, and listen to her talk.
“Everyone in the world is so frightened of the dark,” Luna murmured. “So few people see it for the stars anymore. I confess that sometimes I forget myself.”
“It’s a scary place,” Crowe agreed. “Hard to look up to see what’s there, when the second you take your eyes off the road a daemon’s bound to appear.”
“I suppose that’s true.”
Crowe squinted up at the face of the moon, trying to decipher the theater of shadows Luna claimed to see in every moonrise. It had always been difficult for Crowe to see the beauty in simple things. Watching a magitek soldier melt down into black embers at the snap of her fingers as fire wreathed around its core; now that was a thing of beauty. Destruction was beautiful to her, because while it was fleeting, it still left its mark. That’s all she ever wanted – to leave her mark.
When she looked back at Luna, she wasn’t looking at the moon. She’d never taken her steady gaze off of Crowe, full of that faraway fondness that Crowe didn’t know how to bring closer.
“Not watching your moon?” Crowe jabbed, gently as she could manage with her barbed tongue.
“We have such little time. I’d much rather spend it seeing you.”
“I’m here all night,” Crowe chuckled, bemused.
But then she saw what Luna meant about shadows across the moon. She could see how the light shifted across the woman’s face, how her smile remained the same yet the shade of it all changed. The chill she recognized as a comfort from Lunafreya turned sharply to the one she remembered as dread. Crowe looked down at her boots again, at the dark brown dirt caked between the laces. Her feet felt so heavy with it, weighing her down, down, down even further.
“Ah,” Crowe said, matter-of-factly. “Right. Forgot.”
“Forgive me.”
“For what?” Crowe grunted, dragging herself to her feet.
“For keeping you here,” Luna said, quietly, afraid that the whole world might hear her. “For not insisting you let me help you.”
“Couldn’t stop me in life, princess. Definitely can’t stop me now.”
The solemnity in Luna’s smile made Crowe yearn to remain, but remembering always kept her moving. She had to return the grave dust on her boots, start again from where she’d ended. She’d find her way back here again, though. Somehow, she always found her way back to Luna.
She vanished too quickly for Luna to say goodbye. Much like how she died, it happened too fast for her to say everything she wanted before it was over. She’d loved her too briefly, and lost her too quickly. And while she knew how selfish it was to keep her tethered like this, Luna couldn’t seem to bring herself to let go. What did it matter? They both had so little time. Was it so wrong of her to cherish these nightly visitations while she still could?
She knew what was coming. It had already begun, deep in her chest, just below her heart. It scraped up into her throat, coughing past her lips in faint black flecks. Luna took a deep breath, driving the darkness back down, and turning her eyes back to the moon. Watching the dark and the light orbit each other across the surface, never quite touching, yet never quite apart, she made a promise.
“I’ll see you soon.”
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bisexualgladio · 5 years
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hello I wrote an crowe/luna fic pls read if u wanna
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17163134
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shadow-schemer · 7 years
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Luna’s Bridal Shower + Noct’s Stag Night AU
--except the assignments mixed up and Crowe ends up dancing with nothing but a lingerie in Luna’s room while Nyx winds up in the wrong cake with nothing but a stripper outfit and jumps out in Noct’s party instead. Gentiana and Prompto are all in a protest storm on the phone.
But Luna and Noct don’t mind and they run away with their ‘guests’ into the night lmao
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jazzraft · 5 years
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"A star chef you are not" for Luna/Crowe? :)
it’s been far too long since i’ve given these two their due attention :’) thank you! I hope you like this~
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“A star chef you are not.”
Luna laughed, light as a spring shower of rain. Crowe didn’t know if it was a part of her Oracle magic or what, but she had a way of making even her criticisms sound like endearments.
Crowe knew, full well, that she was not a stellar cook. Even with this freely acknowledged self-assessment, she still clenched her fists and prepared to fight anyone who dared to say it out loud to her face. Her fight or flight response had malfunctioned and stuck on “fight” since the day she was born, it seemed. She couldn’t help it. No one was allowed to insult her faults but her – and a few designated life coach friends on particularly bad days.
But when Luna said it, somehow Crowe couldn’t seem to bring her fists up in self-defense. Because it didn’t feel like an attack.
“All Galahdians are great cooks,” Crowe argued, testing her. “You trying to tell me that’s just a stereotype?”
“No, no, I’m sure all the things I’ve heard about Galahdian cuisine is rooted in truth.”
Crowe’s eyes narrowed, slicing over to the princess. She sat suspiciously straight, like she was bracing herself for Crowe’s inevitable, “But?”
Luna sorted through mouthfuls of half-burned meat on the skewers, a tiny smile, born of mischief, playing on her lips. “But I don’t believe you help to tell that truth.”
“Hah,” Crowe droned, articulating insincere laughter. She tore off another chunk of meat, chewing with purpose, trying to prove that it wasn’t as bad as it tasted. (It was that bad. Her eyes were starting to water.) She swallowed hard and forced on a smile, driven by spite. “If you think you can do better, Your Highness, by all means.”
She gestured at the makeshift oven/stove/grill/all-purpose cooking station that would be keeping them alive for the rest of their quest. The havens came pre-equipped with pits for fires, but not for cooking. That was for the camper to figure out, of course. Couldn’t make it too easy for the outdoorsmen of Lucis to stay alive.
Crowe had ended up planting a few sticks in the ground and tying on another, horizontally, to make a spit. She went out before night fell, seared a few sabertusks with a fire spell, and cooked up some of their stringy meat over the fire. It was bland and burnt and probably the worst thing she’d ever tasted, let alone made herself. But it was meat – food – and they were in dire need of the protein.
Breaking the princess out of Imperial custody had not gone as smoothly as Crowe had been lead to believe. Dodging her own execution – set up by and betrayed by her own brothers in arms – had left her with no money, no supplies, no safety net, and no trust for anyone other than herself. She had to start from scratch. Fine. Wouldn’t be the first time.
But once she’d ambushed Lunafreya’s convoy with nothing to lose and something to prove, she quickly realized that this was a first. When she’d started over before, she’d always been on her own. When she fell down to rock bottom, it wasn’t often that there was someone else splattered next to her, too.
Luna chewed, thoughtfully, on Crowe’s awful dinner, looking at the sloppy spit and fire. Crowe’s confidence plummeted when the princess set her skewer aside and stood. She hadn’t actually expected her to call her bluff.
“Whoa, hey, where do you think you’re going?”
Luna marched off the side of the haven without a word, into the dark, dangerous dustbowl of Leide. Crowe leapt to her feet and rushed after her, swearing under her breath.
For a woman who had spent the last decade sheltered within Imperial opulence, Luna seemed to know her way around the outdoors fairly well. For about an hour, Crowe followed her around the perimeter of their chosen haven for the night, watching her back for daemons as she foraged for ingredients Crowe had never even thought to find out here. By the time they returned, Luna had an armful of oranges, fallen from a nearby tree, and Crowe was carrying a bushel of peppers that had been growing under the scrubs of grass on the side of the road.
“Could you, what, smell those out there, or what?” Crowe asked, watching Luna show her up by taking over the cooking. “No, wait, let me guess. Oracle insight, right?”
Luna merely shrugged, her smile a secret that Crowe was dying to uncover. She was handling their squalid state far better than Crowe expected – or was handling herself, for that matter. Near-death by betrayal had shaken her resolve worse than she wanted to admit to herself, but it had only seemed to strengthen Lunafreya’s. Crowe both resented and admired her for that.
Luna tore open the oranges and squeezed their juices over the meat and peppers, not hesitating to get her hands sticky and gross by nursing the impromptu marinade into the food. With orange fingers, she delicately patterned the ingredients onto their skewers – meat, then peppers, meat, then peppers, with an occasional wedge of orange snuck in every so often too. Once she set them over the spit, the smell alone was an immediate improvement, sweet and savory fumes rising up from the fire.
“Where’d you learn how to be such a survivalist?” Crowe snorted, impressed.
“Lots and lots of reading,” Luna said. “And TV documentaries.”
“The one with the guy that jumps out an airship in the middle of nowhere and just goes?”
“That’s the one!”
They both laughed, and Crowe was surprised to hear it coming from herself. There hadn’t been a lot to laugh about lately. But Luna made it easier and easier the more time she spent with her. She could even laugh about her own horrible cooking in comparison to the new skewers that Luna handed her after they’d finished cooking. No black bits this time, and they actually tasted like food. Who knew sabertusks could taste this good?
“I hope you realize this means you’ll be doing the cooking from now on,” Crowe told her over a ravenous mouthful of peppers and oranges.
“A lot of work,” Luna mused with a coy smile. “But I think I’m up to the task.”
“A princess with something to prove. What have I gotten myself into?”
It might have been the flicker of the fire, but Crowe could have sworn Luna winked at her. Only time would tell what terrors this journey would have in store for her at the rebellious princess’s side. But until then, Crowe was content to enjoy her cooking.
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jazzraft · 6 years
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crowe/luna + "I never liked the rain until you."
gosh, it’s been way too long since my last crowe/luna fic, such a travesty! I really enjoyed coming back to them, I hope you enjoy as well!
“I never liked the rain until you.”
To be perfectly honest, she never expected to like one damnthing about the Lady Lunafreya. Which made her some sort of treasonous, vile, immigrantdissenter, of course; lending proof to what Insomnia had always assumed abouther and her people. That they were a pack of ungrateful ingrates, infestingtheir silver city like rats with the scourge, and turning their faces away fromthe world’s most beloved figurehead in deliberate disrespect for all that theircountry had done for them.
Because who in Lucis – in all of Eos – wasn’t in love withthe Oracle princess? Who would ever dare to resent her, if not a potentialterrorist, a rebel against the royal family, or an Imperial sympathizer? Orworse! A displaced orphan with a penchant for pyromania at the snap of herfingertips?
Crowe really didn’t care, one way or the other, for royalty.She didn’t devote her energy into deference, nor likewise, into bitterness. Shedidn’t hate the King like Libertus did; she didn’t love him like Nyx did. Maybethat didn’t exactly make her popular with the patriots among their merry bandof misfits, but indifference seemed like a more productive use of her time thantaking a side in something so fruitless.
It wasn’t like her opinion on the matter would changeanything.
“I find that surprising,” Luna laughed, lightly, and Crowealmost thought she’d been answering her thoughts, rather than responding to herwords. “It rains so rarely in Tenebrae. I hardly know what to do with it.”
Crowe shrugged. “Not a whole lot to do. You just kinda sitinside and do nothing while waiting for it to be over.”
Well, that was true for most Insomnians, at least. In thetoo-short years she’d lived in Galahd, rainfall had been celebrated, ratherthan fled. She never fully understood the festivities which sprouted up withevery storm cloud, try though Libertus might have to explain it to her for somany of those short years. She eventually just simplified it for herself withthe explanation that Galahdians just really liked to party. Any excuse to makesome food and keep each other company, they’d make it.
Libertus insisted that there was more tradition behind thesethings than that. Nyx, on the other hand, didn’t disagree with her – usually witha beer in hand and an urge to dance, tapping his foot against the wet sandswhile the music played.
Crowe had never really liked the rain, whether her brothersthought it was a cause for celebration or not. She never liked how heavy itmade her clothes feel when she got caught in a downpour without an umbrella onher way home from work. She never liked the plastered chill of it on her skinthat lingered long after she’d sequestered herself indoors to wait out theremainder of the deluge. She never liked how sullen it made the world look, allwashed out and gray, draining out all the color like a bucket of water on anoil painting.
Nyx used to tease her, when she came home bedraggled andbereft of warmth to dry her, that she must have hated the rain so much becausefire and water did not mix. And she was a firebrand alright – “don’t you forget it, hero” – never meantto be doused, always meant to rage on. When it rained, it extinguished herwhole spirit, leaving her with all the energy of a steam-cloud floatingsluggishly between the alleys.
“Surely we can find somethingto do,” Luna teased, smiling over at her in that totally innocent, yet totally not way that constantly had Crowequestioning whether or not she was misinterpreting her expressions. “A daydoesn’t need to go to waste due to a little rain.”
See, it was shit like that which made Crowe wonder. Little, inconsequentialobservations that clicked into her brain and made her ask herself, “Does it? Does it really not need to be awaste? How?”
Crowe used to hate questions like that, too. Questions wereindicative of doubt, and she had no room in her life for those. She neededcertainty, which was a tall order in a world at war. After an uncertain adolescence,fleeing from destruction and never knowing if she’d escaped one catastropheonly to meet her own just around the next bend… well. Could the world reallyblame her for needing a little bit of unquestioning clarity in her life?
And yet, here she was, doing just that. Two weeks intoguarding the Oracle on her journey to awaken the Astrals, and the woman had herquestioning the profundity of a little rainfall. What the hell?
It was hard not to wonder, especially when she pulled shitlike that. That right there, standing on the balcony of the Leville, reachinga hand out beyond the border of the awning to catch the raindrops in the palmof her hand, looking like the portrait of some long dead queen mounted in anAccordon museum.
Now, why would anyone do that? What was there worth catchingin a little bit of rainwater? What was there worth doing when it was raining, and the whole hot city of Lestallum wasjust as dampened by the rain as Crowe’s own soul? Where was the fascination ina few cold drops of water on the back of her hand, as Luna upturned her palm tospill the silver pool of rain in her hand, experimenting instead with the feelof it pattering between her knuckles?
“Do you find me strange?”
“…Hm?”
“You’re staring, Lady Altius.”
If anything could break Crowe’s absent concentration, it wasbeing referred to as “Lady.” No matter how many times she insisted that Lunajust call her by her name, the Princess insisted on honoring her rightful titleas a knight of the Kingsglaive. She said that it was all out of the respect shedeserved for her station, but Crowe had a feeling it was more out of spite fornever calling her by the name “Luna” like she kept insisting, too.
“Just wondering,” Crowe grumbled, averting her stare to herempty palms, unconsciously trying to call back the fire in her veins thatseemed to have died with the old king. “What is there to do when there’snothing left…”
Crowe couldn’t bite down on the words quick enough to keepthem in. She wasn’t one for melancholy. She wasn’t one for mourning. She had noroom for doubts, and yet… Since traveling with Luna, since the future hadbecome so murky behind the screen of smoke from Niflheim’s warships and theKingsglaive’s betrayal… She was questioning a lot of things she’d thought she’dalways have an answer for.
Luna appeared within the frame of Crowe’s sight like a glintof light off a windowpane, gleaming in from nowhere to warm the tips of herfingers with a touch where the fire had been stolen from them.
“We have everything left,” she promised her. “The rain willpass. It always does.”
“How would you know?” Crowe chuckled. “It never rains inTenebrae.”
Luna smiled, that soft, simple smile that filled Crowe withso much wonder. “I said it rarelyrains in Tenebrae. We might not see it as often as Lucis, but we know how toweather the storms. Though I think you’re much more experienced in that regardthan I.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Princess.”
“I’m counting on it,” Luna said. “We have a long way to go.”
Crowe wasn’t used to being surprised, but once more shefound herself on the opposite side of things she’d once been so sure of. Shenever expected to like anything about a spoiled princess, who spent her wholelife cozied up in a tower, never wanting for anything, while Crowe grew upneeding anything just to stay alive.
And yet, here she was. Liking the way Luna looked at therain, intrigued by the questions every word out of her mouth made Crowe want toask, even liking the way she surprised her with these chaste little kisses inher silent times of crisis. Small, soft things, awarding her an affection shedidn’t think she deserved for the colossal failure of her mission to whisk thePrincess away to avoid this whole journey in the first place.
“We have much to do,” Luna reminded her. “We can’t let alittle rain stop us now.”
Easy enough for the moon not to fear the rain. Harder forthe fire. But with little sparks of light like that warming her soaked bonesfrom the inside-out, maybe she could burn on just long enough to last this onestorm.
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bisexualgladio · 5 years
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my crowe/luna mermaid fanfic now has a chapter 2 💕
read it on ao3
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jazzraft · 6 years
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For the "send me a ship and I'll tell you" if it hasn't already been done: Luna/Crowe
who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
Crowe is totally the werewolf. She’sgot that fire for adventure in her soul – and a bit of a temper to boot. She’smade for running far and long and ruling the woods with her roar! Luna,however, isn’t a hunter in the traditional sense. She’s on the hunt for beauty.Whether by canvas or film, she aims to capture the call of the wild in her art.She’s been trying to catch Crowe on film for years after spotting her on one ofher location scouts without a camera or canvas on her. Crowe hasn’t made iteasy for her since.
who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
Luna’s the mermaid, but Crowe is nota fisherman by her own volition. The only reason she’s out on the water isbecause she’s got something to prove, since Nyx loudly proclaimed he didn’tbelieve she even knew how to tie a fisherman’s knot for someone who had livedon the shore her entire life. Luna is only curious enough to swim up to herlittle boat because, while she’s heard plenty of sailor’s curse, she’s neverheard such harsh vernacular that sounded so poetic.
who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
Ooohh, they could both so easily bewitches! Crowe a practitioner of black magic, constantly pushing the boundariesof her power and never satisfied. Luna would be “the good witch,” alwaysgrowing things and communing with the creatures on earth and beyond, committedto her gods and diligently preparing altars to ask for their blessings. For thesake of this meme, I think I’d put Luna as the kind, green cottage witch andCrowe as this scrappy mess of a familiar that’s constantly taking on differentforms and no other witch will take her because she’s too unruly to work with.Luna is the first one to have the patience for her; no matter how messy Crowetries to make her spells, Luna never casts her out.
who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
Luna’s the barista with the perfectservice smile. Crowe thinks she’s full of shit when she first orders from her,and that she’s just as fake as all the rest of them. She just wants to get hercoffee and get out. But then Luna asks about her day as she mulls about behindthe counter and lends a listening ear if Crowe feels like bitching about theidiots she has to deal with working mall security. The coffee fuels her fury,otherwise she couldn’t get through the day. Luna always sneaks in an extra shotof espresso to help her through these trying times.
who’s the professor and who’s the TA
Luna the beloved professor and appleof the whole university’s eye. Crowe has no idea how she’s qualified to workwith her. Crowe’s methods of dealing with students is so against the book thatshe often has the dean drinking about midday. But Luna is constantly vouchingfor her and saying how invaluable she is as her aid and something about Luna’sapproval stirs up something in Crowe’s chest that makes her want to throw up onthe nearest prep.
who’s the knight and who’s the prince(ss)
Princess Lunafreya Nox Fleuret andher raucous Lucian Kingsglaive knight Crowe on loan from the Crown to spirither off to tear down the Empire of course.
who’s the teacher and who’s the single parent
Crowe actually runs an orphanage!She’s parent to many kids like her who didn’t have parents of their own untilshe can find them people she knows will raise them right and keep them safe. Alot of them go to the school Luna teaches at, and Crowe often hears stories atthe big dinner table about what fun they had in Ms. Fleuret’s class that day.They have a regular correspondence over the well-being of her kids. Luna’s notlike a lot of the other teachers that would send letters to Crowe complainingabout her kids’ unruly behavior. Luna’s patient and kind and always open todiplomacy, and never punishes her kids for being a little on the wild orreclusive side. She treats all her students like individuals and equals. Crowe’soften been accused by her smallest orphan of blushing when they talk about Ms.Fleuret over dinner.
who’s the writer and who’s the editor
Hmmm… Luna writes a lot for herself.Diary entries and the occasional pages of poetry just to get some things out ofher head.  But she never thought topublish them. They’re just her silly thoughts. Who would want to read those?But Crowe catches a piece of poetry on her desk one day and encourages her topublish. She’ll be her proofreader and everything! She insists that the worldcan only benefit from reading Luna’s writing. It’s with Crowe watching her backand helping along her words that Luna publishes her first poetry collection tomajor success.
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jazzraft · 7 years
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crowe/luna with "Push" pretty pretty please *_____*
Things going through my head while filling this prompt: Crowe should have lived and I will never forgive Square Enix for not letting her be the beautiful lesbian she was born to be >:/ Also, this is totally based off that one scene in Winter Soldier :3
“Where do we go fromhere?”
Crowe examined themap, fingers drumming over each of the Imperial blockades she’d marked alongthe roads. Luna watched her think, hoping she hadn’t sounded like she wasrushing her by asking. While she was hyper-aware of the urgency to reachAltissia, a small, selfish part of her was actually enjoying the time spentgetting there. Yes, technically, she was “on the run” and there was little toenjoy about that, but the severity of her situation was often eclipsed by thefascinating sights she was getting exposed to on the road. It also helped thatthe company was positively delightful.
Luna had beensurprised to meet Crowe when she made it to the rendez-vous point. She’d beenunaware that women could be Kingsglaive, and she instantly had a millionquestions for Crowe about what it was like, fighting for a King instead ofexchanging simple pleasantries with one. She kept those questions to herselfthough. The timing was hardly appropriate. But, since they’d safely made itthrough the bulk of Niflheim’s more dangerous territories, Luna had snuck a fewinto casual conversation. Of all the wonderful and exciting things Luna sawalong the highways, the most intriguing was the one always sitting just infront of her.
Presently, Crowepressed a thumb beneath her lip, a gesture Luna observed often in her when shewas troubled by her thoughts. Luna had learned over the course of their travelsthat it wasn’t a good sign. She folded her arms on the table, brushing the saltand pepper shakers to the side. Luna had never visited a Crow’s Nest dinerbefore. There was “no point in her making a glutton of herself on thatpeasantry slop when you have the finest chefs in all of Eos at your fingertips,”Ravus used to say. She’d quickly learned that the Crow’s Nest fast food chainhad essentially invaded every other block of every other town in the entireworld, and even more quickly realized that she found them completely charming.
“If you think thisis good, you should try this place I go to in Insomnia,” Crowe said once andLuna felt her eyes light up, hoping that one day she would be able to take herup on that.
With the way Crowewas looking at the map now, Luna felt that hope slowly slipping away. “If I hadthree more men we might be able to take that blockade and breeze right through…”Crowe muttered to herself, tapping at one of the marked spots.
Luna didn’tinterrupt her while she thought, instead casting her gaze around the smalldiner. A couple in the booth ahead of them, a man sleeping at the bar with asoda loosely clutched in his hand, a man leaning beside the radio next to him,just barely catching Luna’s eye before switching them to the newspaper in hishands. Another man by the pinball machines, his hands toggling at the buttons,but not actually playing.
“Crowe.”
She grunted,distractedly. Luna squeezed her arm. Crowe’s brown eyes shot up instantly,meeting hers. Luna mouthed the words “two men” forcing herself to keep her eyeson Crowe’s and not stare at the pair. Crowe inclined her head in a nod andglanced over Luna’s shoulder, squinting to find the reflection of the room inthe diner window.
“Leave a tip,” shesaid, analyzing the room from the reflection and folding up the road-map.
Luna did as she wastold, quelling the trembling in her hands while she fished through her purse.Quieter this time, Crowe instructed, “Keep your eyes on me and respond towhatever I say. Get up and start walking.”
Luna slid from thebooth, going through the motions – slipping the strap of her purse over hershoulder, smoothing out the skirt of her dress, smiling at the owner behind thebar and thanking him for the meal. She started walking and Crowe slid into stepalongside her, slipping the map in front of her face and pointing at nothing onit.
“Hey, there’s achocobo outpost a couple miles from here!” she beamed. “Wanna swing by there?See if we can afford a ride?”
“I don’t know, I’venever ridden a chocobo before,” Luna replied, nothing false about her statement– although it was difficult to smile without feeling like a toothpasteadvertisement.
“That’s settledthen!” Crowe said, holding the diner door for her.
It was all Lunacould do not to run to the motorcycle, but it was right that she didn’t. Shesaw him the same instant Crowe did, another suspicious-looking man getting outof his truck in the parking spot next to Crowe’s bike.
“Wait, no, we parkedover here!” Crowe said in a teasing tone to Luna, taking her arm and leadingher in another direction.
Luna’s pulsethrobbed in her neck, eyes glued on whatever was in front of her wherever Crowedirected her. She felt the glaive’s hand against her back, firm and guiding,but it couldn’t guide Luna’s terror outside of her body.
“Stay calm,” Crowemurmured. “We’re fine.”
Luna wasn’t entirelysure the words were meant for her. The diner had been located in a small,clustered city, built of close buildings and narrow alleys, and if Crowe had neverbeen to this city before, it was difficult to tell. She led Luna down alleysand around corners with the confidence of someone who knew exactly where theywere going, but Luna knew for a fact that she did not.
The whole time theywalked, Luna could hear footsteps behind them. It started as one set, then two,then three, maybe even four, she didn’t know if that was real or just thepounding of her blood in her ears. With each addition, Crowe pushed their pacea little faster. The footsteps mimicked them. Faster and faster they walkeduntil they were finally running, bolting through damp, dark alleys, a stampedeof cruel boots rushing after them.
Crowe gripped Luna’shand hard, jerking her in a million different directions, never looking back.Part of Luna was desperate to see just how close they were. Another didn’t wantto know, wanted to believe that they were far, far behind, that they weren’t going to catch them.
“Crowe…”
“Keep running. Trustme!”
Luna swallowed herdoubt and did as she said. Following her orders had kept her alive so far. Noreason to stop believing they would keep her safe now. They ran for so longthat Luna was sure they were lost and that the men in pursuit of them weregoing to bear down on them at any moment. They’d drag her away, kicking andscreaming, and they’d kill Crowe and they’d just leave her there in the dirtyalley to rot and there would be nothing Luna could do, nothing that she couldbeseech the Gods to do, to have mercy on them both and rescue them fromcapture.
She felt like herheart was going to burst out of her chest when light suddenly washed across thelane ahead of them. She could hear voices, music, a public space. She hardlyhad a second to register the sights and sounds of the little square full ofpeople before Crowe shoved her into the tight space between two food vendors’stalls. Crowe pulled the hood of her jacket over her head and gave her an intenselook.
“Pretend that youlove me.”
Luna blinked inconfusion. Crowe shoved her against the wall and kissed her. Luna stiffened inshock, uncomprehending until Crowe shifted, adjusting her body so it coveredmost of Luna’s from the view of the square. When Luna heard the footstepsthundering out of the alley, she understood and wrapped her arms around Crowe,hiding her face in the brunette’s hood. She tried not to focus on the fear, onhow close those boot-slaps on the cobblestones were, obliviously passing themby, looking everywhere but in this tiny, trapped space.
She squeezed hereyes shut, willing them to just leave and give up. She focused on the otherwoman’s lips, a taste of iron and sweat in her mouth. Crowe cupped a handaround her shoulder, a comfort and an order in the slight tightening of herfingers. Almost gone. A little longer.Time felt infinite. By the time they were gone, Luna could hardly rememberwhere they’d started. She knew it was over when Crowe pulled away, crouchingaround the walls of the vendor stalls and scanning the crowded square.
“Clear,” she said,voice terse and heavy with the erratic rise and fall of her chest.
She turned back toLuna, the lights from the square shading her face inside her hood. Her eyeswere a little wild, exhilarated and relieved. Luna slumped against the wall,hugging her arms around her waist. She tilted her head back against the bricksand tried to remember how to breathe. It was a long way to Altissia.
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1, 2, 4 , 19 for end of year fic look back! :3
end of the year fic asks
1. favorite fic you wrote this year
this is actually harder to answer than I thought it would be. I’m really proud of most of what I wrote this year! pretty much everything in Dark At Night I’m super happy with, especially the earlier installments like Hello Heaven and Like Poetry. I’m also obsessing over Secret Ingredients as of late. Five Kisses; I’m still really happy about how that turned out, too
2. least favorite fic you wrote this year
Sleepless In Specs. mostly because it went in a completely different direction than I meant to take it and I’m annoyed that it had the audacity to have a mind of its own. I kinda wish I’d been bolder with it and did something more romantic with the prompt than how it turned out
4. total number of words you wrote this year
according to ao3, i’ve written 315,343words. that’s discounting all the snippets and headcanons and any other flyaways throughout the year
19. any new fics to start next year
to start? i’m mostly focusing on finishing what i’ve already started, but if I do make a dent in that, there’s a slow burning nyxnoct idea i’ve always wanted to do. like one of those fics where literally nothing else happens but your two faves dealing with their feelings for each other and it’s all just good, wholesome pining and introspection and fleeting glances until it all comes to a head in that one lightning bolt of a chapter that you and your readers have been waiting for. i wanna do something like that, you know what i’m talking about. also i have a crowuna au i’ve been itching to try. and maybe some other final fantasies to try and explore.
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