so yeah enjoy that

anonymous asked:

Hello! Just wanted to tell you that I love your comic. It has a good balance between comedy and the darkness of, well, mafia XD and I love that. I also would like to see and learn more of the relationship between Viktor and Yurio on the comic because I aways HC Viktor being like the funny and protective big brother for Yurio. It warms my heart ❤ Love ya #SorryBadEnglish

Hey hey! :D
GLAD TO HEAR IT!!!
even though it’s a mafia AU, I definitely want to keep some parts light and what not, happy that you think the balance is pretty good ;w;
And yus, we shall see the relationship between Yurio and Victor develop a bit more as the story goes on o3o
It’s basically a Older brother/father and rebellious son relationship XD
SO YEAH, I THINK YOU WILL ENJOY X3
and your English is great!! OuO

a demon’s plight - part one

A multichapter series regarding Minerva’s healing/redemption Post-Tartaros.

  • Summary: Following the incident with Tartaros, Erza tries to help Minerva recover both physically and mentally. One of her only hopes is taking her to Porlyusica to see if Minerva can be made human again.
  • A/N: Hey, did you know that apparently it’s canon that Minerva went to Porlyusica post-Tartaros to get the whole demon thing checked out? Yeah so here’s that, but with Minerza, because that’s my thing. Probably will be multiple chapters. Idk if it’ll have a happy ending or not. We’ll see :)
  • Word Count: ~3.2k
  • [Ao3 Link/FFNet Link]
  • Enjoy!

“Are you good to walk on your own?”

As she was trying to get herself to stand, Mirajane glanced up to see Minerva in front of her with her hand on her hip. She was surprised by Minerva’s concern, but she soon schooled her features and merely shook her head, “I’m fine, but thank you for the concern.” Mirajane figured she should at least be polite; Minerva seemed to have a change of heart and she was the one to kill Kyouka, besides Mirajane didn’t have the energy to be difficult, “There’s something I need to handle on my own anyways…”

Minerva only shrugged and gave a dismissive wave at that, unbothered either way, “Suit yourself. I’ll look over Titania in the meantime as you run along with whatever business you have.”

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the world forgetting, the world forgot

finally done with this timetravel!hc which grew so fucking long omg. so, yeah, new ot3 + nyxnoct. enjoy!


  • guess who is going to a special kind of hell for this? me! and guess who doesn’t give a fuck? still me!
  • now that’s out of the way, let’s get on with it
  • the astrals like their cycle
    • if the first king of light fails? allow the bloodline to grow in power
    • a king is born, dies, goes to the crystal
    • rinse and repeat, until the expected spike in power comes
  • but what if this went even further?
  • it always seemed strange to me that regis gave noctis what would have become his royal arm, the culmination of all he did as a ruler of lucis
    • aren’t they supposed to be forged in the heat of battle? a weapon stolen and made greater still? a weapon born from its wielder’s being?
    • no, noctis’ royal arm is and has always been the sword of the father, not that it bore that name at the time
    • all that he is and he would be compressed in one blade, the one that would ultimately take his life
    • and the engine blade? regis’ weapon
    • (in other worlds, this is not true, and regis gave him the engine blade as a birthday present, for his son who would never get to make his own path)
  • this is how it happens
  • when noctis dies for the first time, the crystal refuses to let him go
    • the king of light is born at dusk and dies at dawn, so it is written
    • but for him to die, he must be born first
    • this is a given
    • so, when he dies, the crystal takes him back into himself, and whisks him away to a time where his shadow lingers over everyone he ever touched
    • the soul of eos does not care for linearity, it exists at every point in time where the planet is still alive, and it would not be denied
  • he reappears around forty years in the past, in the tempering grounds, unaware of anything but his name
    • gilgamesh, for all that he is ruthless, still recognizes a member of the line he had sworn himself to
    • the line that he himself belonged to, once upon a time, before forsaking his name to protect his brother, and become his shield
    • he is the one that takes the last king in, that heals him and takes care of him, helped by the lucian souls who dwell in their resting place
    • noctis is cut off from the crystal’s power, because he is not a king in that world. he is just a man, adrift in time
    • elemancy, inherited from his mother’s side, still runs in his veins, but it is the only magic he has access to now
    • and the blade he wields is the one responsible for the scar on his chest
    • as well as the two daggers that had followed him in death, like their owner would have
  • noctis spends a lot of time in the tempering grounds in the beginning as he slowly regains his strength and adapts to the hole the crystal left inside of him
    • not that he knows what the dull pain inside of him is
  • training with gilgamesh, talking with the souls, healing
  • the past is not that different from the future in that moment
  • after a while, gilgamesh pronounces him as healthy as he will ever get, and tells him that it is not yet his time to dwell in the tempering grounds
    • that the lake would accept him, someday, but not at the moment
    • but still, so he may always find his way back, gilgamesh gives him one of the banners adorning the caves, which he ties around the handles of all three of his blades
  • he starts exploring after that, getting back in touch with the world he was kept away from for his own good
    • jobs as hunter, mercenary, always on the move, never settling
    • one of the people he likes to spend time with is kimya, who feels both familiar and grounded in a way that doesn’t leave his head aching
    • he feels like he knows her, but it’s not as urgent a feeling as when he tries to pierce the veil obscuring his memories
  • it’s during one of those hunts that he meets clarus for the first time
  • the future king’s shield usually get out of the city for training purposes, to test his strength against stronger opponents than he would find in insomnia and to see his friends amongst the hunters
  • it’s not unusual for him to go to hunters’ bars to share glasses and stories afterwards
    • that’s when he starts noticing a lone hunter, always in black, with simple and functional clothes, but the sigils and subtle ornaments betray them as being of lucian make, even if older than what he is used to seeing
    • the crystal earrings which glinted in the light, the old jewelry around his neck, the designs engraved in his sword’s hilt
    • all of it betrayed his lucian heritage
  • no one seems to know who he is, he just appeared one day and starting taking all of the higher bounties and coming back none the worse for wear
    • and he is always alone, no matter that more than one hunter offered to accompany him
  • but what struck him the most was how similar he looked to aulea
    • the features, the eyes, even the unconscious little movements when confronted with either cold or heat were the same
  • and this is what pushes him to seat at his table the next time he sees him
    • noctis is surprised to be approached so boldly
    • people are always either completely at ease around him, like kimya or little dave, or put ill at ease by something…out of place around him
    • clarus is neither, and he is curious in spite of himself
    • something in the back of his mind hums in recognition
    • it’s almost too easy to fall back into half-remembered banter as the shield asks him about his latest hunt, the one everybody had been buzzing about
    • because who goes to hunt a family of malboros on their own?
    • but there is a reason why noctis doesn’t like to stay around people for too long
    • warm and mellowed by alcohol, it’s easy to forget the splitting headaches that incapacitate him at the least opportune of times
    • the only sign of pain this time around is a brief furrowing of his eyebrows before his face smoothed out
    • and clarus is amazed by how much he looked like regis in that moment
    • regis, whose face could clear of laughter in less than a second when faced with a member of the council
    • but he has no time to dwell on it, because his drinking partner gets up and starts gathering his gear
    • “i will see you around?” he says uncertainly, looking back with cloudy blue eyes
    • “you will.” clarus has an inkling about who this mysterious hunter may be, and he is not about to let go before confirming it. “i’m clarus.”
    • “noctis. just…noctis.”
    • and he is gone
  • they don’t see each other for quite a while after this
  • because noctis’ head won’t stop hurting
    • the memories are almost there, and whatever is holding them back is raging
    • half-blind from pain, he makes his way back to gilgamesh by letting his feet take him back, based the feel of the elemental deposits he encountered on his way
    • he doesn’t know how he is not killed before arriving, really
    • elemancy is his saving grace, close-combat so out of his reach it’s laughable
    • noctis finds his way to the havens simply by feel, feeling for the runes humming with blessed magic, eyes closed to try and lessen the pressure behind them
    • they grant him just enough peace for him to doze off fitfully, images flitting behind his eyes
  • when he finally, finally gets back, he almost cries in relief
    • death would be better than this
    • the first thing he feels is gilgamesh’s gauntleted hand on the side of his face
    • “what have you done to yourself now, lost one?”
    • noctis turns his face into his hand, cold metal a balm to his burning skin
    • the blademaster leads him gently to the lake at the center of his domain, and makes him drink
    • while inwardly cursing the astrals and the crystal for the way they chose to play things out
    • noctis finally falls asleep, and gilgamesh takes him to the island, letting him rest on the altar at its center while it takes effect
    • once again burying his memories and healing him
    • this time, he lets it go deeper, granting him a part of his power
    • the ritual was only ever meant for his own warriors, but exceptions are to be made sometimes
    • (the tempering grounds and everything associated with them were forgotten for a reason after all, and that reason is the water)
  • the recovery takes longer this time, noctis’ exhausted body and mind falling deeper into slumber to recover
  • when he wakes up, it is to the warriors’ concerned voices and gilgamesh leaning against the slab of stone he was asleep on
    • “whatever you did almost killed you, lost one. do not attempt such a thing again.”
    • noctis takes a moment before answering
    • “they were almost back. i don’t know if i want them to.”
    • a solemn silence fills the grounds
    • the memories are safely back behind their wall now, but the lost king vows to stay away from others even more than before after this
    • he doesn’t want to go through this again
  • the barrier is stronger now, and the headaches are gone by the time he goes back to the surface world, away from the tangle of dimensions that make up the caves he calls home
  • his resolve does not last as long as he had wished
    • as soon as he gets back to an outpost to take another hunt, he is asked by no less than 3 people how he was doing, if he was alright, what had happened…
    • mostly the people he interacted the most with, like ezma’s husband, david, who liked to move from outpost to make sure everything was alright or the tipsters who had gotten to know him through their usual “bartender witchcraft”, as david would put it
    • he is a bit overwhelmed but touched by the concern
  • the concern quickly melts away when he learns that the hunt he had been keeping an eye, for a pair of behemoth causing havoc in duscae, was taken, and by clarus nonetheless
  • from what he had gleaned before his retreat to taelpar crag, the man usually took his time to do recon on the bigger targets, which noctis hopes is true as he heads to the last place they were reported at
    • “get back!”
    • clarus’ body moves before the words register to his mind, the tone, cutting and commanding, leaving no room for disobedience
    • he jumps out of the monster’s way just in time to avoid the lightning storm aimed at the spot he was standing in just a second before
    • glancing back, he is startled to see noctis and not regis as he had first expected
    • and even more by the unsettling violet illuminating his eyes, so unlike aulea’s deeper blue
    • but he is sure of one thing now : noctis truly is a leonis
    • the elemancy is confirmation enough
    • the way he fights? definitely hammers the point home
    • the dodges, edged in red and gold compared to the traditional lucian blue; water and air being drawn to him as he fought, replenishing his reserves like he had seen aulea do countless times; the same precision and deadliness at the base of cor’s style; the way he focused his aura into the edges of his sword
    • and the sword in and of itself. he had only seen the likes of it in king mors and regis’ armiger. the lines, the carving, the runes. a sword worthy of the royal line
    • the shield understands why this man could go head head to head with monsters even hunter groups hesitated to face by himself and win
    • the first behemoth goes down without a hitch in a combination of lightning and fire, igniting the very air around it in glorious red and blue
    • the second one is more difficult, and flees in the face of the hunter’s power with only a scar left to prove that it survived his sword
  • when they are dealt with, noctis rounds on clarus
    • “what the hell were you thinking!?”
    • he is pissed off, and it shows
    • nobody is stupid or reckless enough to go after a mated pair on their own
    • even he was planning on asking for david’s or ezma’s help for that one
    • clarus is not cowed in the least by his wrathful stare, but he does seem to grow more uncomfortable by the second
    • which is how he figures out that he is injured
    • noctis’ bedside manners are not the best
    • he brusquely tells him to strip off so he can deal with the wound, and nearly starts tapping his feet in impatience when he is not listened to immediately
    • the shield does, reluctantly, not willing to try his luck with the clearly angry hunter, moreso that he used all of his recovery items during the fight
    • (a lifetime knowing aulea leonis will do that to you)
    • there is a pretty consequent clawmark on his back from where he got caught by surprise
    • drawing clean water from the nearby swamp, noctis starts cleaning the wound and encouraging the edges closed. lightning to stimulate healing, fire to clean, and he is set
    • the older man can damn nearly hear gilgamesh talking about a warrior’s pride and why it should be taken seriously, and it does not help his temper
    • the vague grumblings about pride makes the amicitia chuckle in spite of himself, which just puts noctis in a worse mood
    • when he is done, clarus catches him by the arm and thanks him
    • tells him that he owes him a debt, and that he could call on him whenever he wanted
    • the older hunter visibly restrains himself from refusing, and abruptly deflates after actually hearing gilgamesh
    • it’s good enough for clarus
    • for now
    • because he is damn well making sure to either bring regis/aulea to this unknown leonis, or to make him come to them
    • though he is not going to try his luck now, with how put out noctis looks
    • their second meeting is quite the exciting one
  • after getting back to insomnia, clarus seeks regis out to tell him about the interesting man he met, who fights and acts like a leonis
    • which prompts the crown prince to dig into the archive behind his father and the council’s back
  • aulea and cor were born to their father’s second wife, the first one having died 5 years before in the infiltration of one of niflheim’s biggest bases
    • she was a soldier in the king’s army known for her ability to modify magitek on the fly and transform it into devastating bombs when mixed with the king’s magic, explaining why she was given this mission
    • they did not find anything confirming her death, and she was pronounced killed in action
    • their father found out later while shifting through her personal effects that she had been 3 months pregnant at the time
  • it would not be out of the realm of possibility for her to have survived, explaining noctis’ existence
    • perhaps this was another one of niflheim’s schemes. how could they be sure?
    • regis is sceptical, but willing to hear clarus out and meet this supposed leonis
  • aulea, being aulea, learns of this and tells them she is coming along, no matter what they say
    • no way is she letting them deal with something concerning her family without her
  • so, it’s a group of three that leaves insomnia
  • meanwhile, noctis is still exploring eos, still doing hunts, but stays closer to human settlements because of the encroaching MTs
    • david doesn’t stop teasing him about that, because his friend finally connecting with someone else? unthinkable!
    • “so you like them younger, huh?”
    • shut up dave
    • “now you’ve just gone and dashed my dreams to pieces”
    • “i swear to the fucking six i will feed you to that coeurl.”
    • “hey now, let’s not get hasty, what would dave and ezma say?”
    • “she would agree with me. and dave would never find out how much of an idiot you truly are, i’m saving you some trouble.”
    • “wow, that’s cold.”
    • “oh hell, look what you’ve done, it’s coming our way now! you owe me so many drinks after this.”
  • the three lucians get to the outpost in the aftermath of this hunt, noctis laughing and poking fun at david, ezma judging both of them from where she is teaching dave proper weapon maintenance
    • aulea marches straight to him, because she wants to know
    • “aulea leonis, thanks for saving that knucklehead back there. he is an idiot and needs constant supervision, like that other one” she says as she jerks a thumb at her companions
    • there are definitely no indignant sounds in answer to that
    • noctis is bemused, but shakes the hand she thrust in front of his face
    • a quicksilver smirk unnoticed by everyone but her oldest friends crosses her face
    • because she got him exactly where she wanted him
    • a lot of things can lie, but not magic
    • and the way he instinctively starts drawing on the reserves she purposely left open is the sign she was waiting for
    • their timing couldn’t have been better
    • when exhausted, a leonis tries to fill their their reservoirs of magic from everything around them, be it elements, deposits, or other wielders themselves
    • it cuts off as quick as it started, but noctis’ startled eyes meet hers, and he knows
    • “hello, brother. i wonder where you have been all those years.
  • regis and clarus are appalled by aulea’s lack of tact
  • noctis is not…shocked, per say. something inside of him knows it’s not the truth, which he tries to tell her
  • she is not having any of it
    • “you are a leonis, magic doesn’t lie”
    • “even it it was so, that doesn’t make me your brother”
    • “it does. only three of us were born with the gift in the last hundred years : my father, my brother and me. you can’t be anything but blood.”
    • (the leonis’ blood is one that strengthens overtime, privileging a few members over the others to focus itself)
    • noctis shakes his head silently and goes back to healing david, trailing sparks of lightning on his skin as he forces the wound closed
    • “i don’t have anything for you to settle your debt yet, clarus, if that’s what you are here for.”
    • the dismissal is clear
    • aulea prepares to argue more, but she is stopped by clarus’ hand on her shoulder
  • the hair, the face, the eyes, noctis and aulea are so similar, it’s eerie, is what regis thinks as he takes over
    • he is still wary, but there is something about the hunter that calls to him
    • the practiced detached look is evident to him, for having seen it many times in the mirror, but he forges on
    • “you could come back with us. family may be waiting for you at the end of it.”
    • “i have everything i need right here, thank you.”
    • “is there anything i can do to change your mind?”
    • “no.”
    • noctis thinks that everything is said and done at this point
    • oh, how wrong he is
    • he inherited his stubbornness from somewhere after all
    • “very well then. we’ll just have to convince you.”
    • and then they rent a motel room
    • noctis cannot believe this is his life
  • david is silent beneath his hands
    • “you sure you don’t want to see what this is about? not everyday you get an invite to insomnia’s upper echelon.”
    • “not interested.”
    • a smirk curls his lips after that, but just as he opens his mouth–
    • “ouch! what did you shock me for!?”
    • “whatever you were about to say, i don’t want to hear it.”
    • cue mock wrestling match
    • noctis may have the height advantage, but david is mean to make up for it
    • ezma wonders how she got saddled with this idiot sometimes
    • dave is alternatively cheering for his dad and noctis
  • really, what regis meant by convincing was “we’re going to accompany you on your hunts because this is apparently how you bond with people”
    • noctis is unimpressed, but lets them tag along
    • they are a pretty impressive bunch, really
    • lightning quick aulea with her rapier, magic at the tips of her fingers, as quick to laugh as she is to frown
    • cunning regis who refuses to give up no matter what, who moves in the air like he moves on earth
    • stoic clarus, unmovable as a rock, always ready to meet a challenge head on, and to pull the other two back when necessary
    • noctis hates to admit it, but they are growing on him
    • it’s the little moments, like regis holding them back for a second when he comes up with a new plan
    • clarus yelling at aulea when she nearly hit him with a spell and the sheepish shrug she gives him in return
    • regis and clarus watching noctis care for his sword, or the play of firelight on his earrings, the flex of his back as he trains with aulea, the glint of his jewelry at his hands and throat
    • laughing together over drinks as regis gets progressively more drunk and handsy around clarus
    • subtle around each other, those two are not, especially so far away from the city, and from its citizens’ constant judgement
    • aulea looks on in exasperated fondness and shares commiserating glances with noctis, who is looking on in amusement at regis’ uncharacteristic behaviour and his shield’s attempts at appearing unaffected
  • watching clarus unceremoniously carrying regis back totheir motel room is what makes noctis laugh around them for the first time, jacket thrown over his shoulder and hair tied back to deal with the heat
    • clarus and regis stop bantering for a bit, and it is when they think maybe
  • it’s a slow process, their trust, interrupted at times by aulea’s insistent questioning or noctis’ faraway gaze, his fingers lingering on either his sword’s sharp edge or the holstered blades at his thighs
  • their stay vary from a day to a week, the time they can spare until they are missed back in the city
  • after a while, weskham starts joining them, the butler both amused and worried by his friends’ constant absence
    • they click immediately, much to the three’s annoyance
    • weskham is too damn charming for anyone’s good, and not even noct is immune
    • telling him stories about aulea and regis’ shenanigans when they were younger, including the time regis inadvertently warped on top of a building and aulea climbed after him to get him down
    • kings mors didn’t stop laughing for 10 minutes straight when he found them
    • regis wants to hide his face in his hands, but he refrains from it. still does not help the blush when noct catches his eyes and his smile widens
    • this is not how he want to be noctis to see him dammit
    • from the corner of his eyes, he notices clarus hiding his smirk behind his class and kicks him in the chin
    • because they are ridiculous
  • but really, what actually manages to get him back to insomnia is cor, who learned about him from his sister and decided to see for himself after making sure that his sister is still in insomnia
    • cue tiny cor challenging noctis to a fight when he finds him
    • noctis is even less impressed than by his three usual tag-alongs and just freezes genji in its scabbard
    • “proof enough for you?”
    • cor is spluttering and really want to kill someone, preferably noctis
    • which does not happen because the hunter is not letting a child go back to insomnia by himself
    • the youngest leonis is offended but stops protesting when he gets a look scarily similar to aulea
    • he really doesn’t want to listen to him but as they journey back to the city, noctis starts teaching him little tricks which he starts using in spite of himself, like how to increase the amount of energy he can absorb from deposits, or how to maximize his aura and increase his strikes
    • pointedly showing that yes, he has magic, and to stop and listen for a second
    • because grumpy noct is grumpy and needs a nap
  • they make a stop by hammerhead to rest for the night before heading on to the crown city; cid takes one look at cor’s disgruntled face and noctis’ amused one and wants to go back to his cars
    • he settles for whacking cor on the head once and tells him how aulea was ready to search the countryside by herself to find him, which cor looks vaguely guilty for
    • and then he turns to the hunter, looks at him for a second and shakes his head
    • “so you’re the one the two idiots have been singing the praises of for months?”
    • “cid, i take it?”
    • “yeah, that’s me”
    • this is the beginning of beautiful friendship full of grumpiness and complaints
    • it’s great
    • cid tells noct to come on in and to take “the brat” with him while he’s at it
    • they end up sharing a meal together, which mainly consists of cid and noctis taking turns needling cor who tries (and fails) to stay stoic
  • cor and his self-assigned minder leave for insomnia the next day
    • cid is just wondering what kind of trouble regis and clarus got themselves into, because oh boy is noctis completely their type; it’s unnerving
    • he is too old to deal with this
  • the smallest leonis may or may not have hidden behind behind noctis at aulea’s unnervingly calm, “please open the gates, before i break them down for you.” when they arrived at the entrance of the crown city
    • that one was followed by a decidedly not calm death threat aimed at her brother
  • regis, clarus and her are waiting just behind the gates as they open slowly, still in their formal clothes from the council they hastily escaped once they got cid’s message
  • noctis enters insomnia, and never really leaves
    • no way are they letting him go now that he is finally there
    • and noctis is reluctant in the beginning, but damn if he didn’t get attached to them
    • so he stays, rejects aulea’s offer of an apartment, because she is the head of the family after her father’s death
    • she stopped trying to convince him about being her elder brother, because she saw how uncomfortable it made him, but he’s still added to the family register
    • noctis ends up renting an apartment in what would become the galahdian immigrant district in the future with the money he accumulated from hunts
    • they don’t even ask him about becoming a crownsguard, it wouldn’t fit him
  • he gets dragged to the citadel on most days when he is in the city, because they know he would either try to lose himself in the city or go back outside the if left to his own devices
    • sword and elemancy training with cor, because he got attached
    • wandering the gardens with regis as he vents about the council or expresses his worry about niflheim
    • getting conned into trying weskham’s new recipes
    • going out for drinks with clarus
    • aulea dragging him for an excursion in the city because “you’re too gloom for your own good”
    • generally making sure that he does not end up like cid
    • which noctis bitches about to the man in question. he is not sympathetic at all to his plight and mostly laughs at him
  • regis and clarus stare when they see him in casual clothes, because noctis looks that much wilder when compared to the other lucians. his hair pulled back from his face, the small galahdian braids at his temple used to keep everything in place, the piercings and accessories that caught and held people’s attention as they enjoyed the city’s night life, the small knives he kept hidden on his person just in case. just, noctis
    • (noctis does not remember who taught him those twists in the first place, only calloused hands gently running through his hair, arm wrapped around a bare calf, hand following the lines of a tattoo. a soft memory he keeps alive by rebraiding his hair in this fashion, letting his fingers work as he closes his eyes)
  • their first kiss happens in the green lands surrounding the city, the three of them sitting by one of the small ponds hidden amongst the trees
    • noctis is warm and comfortable between them, leaning against clarus’ shoulders and looking up at the sky, pointing out constellations to them
    • regis makes the first step, touching him on the back to catch his attention before leaning in for a kiss
    • the panic that springs in him is more distant than usual, because he wants this. he doesn’t see why anyone would want him, who had nothing except three blades and a name, but oh how he wants
    • then, it’s clarus’ turn, turning noctis’ face and catching it in his hands before kissing him, slow and careful, unlike regis’ surer nips and teases
    • the leonis lets go, stops thinking and enjoys the moment
  • a lot happens during those war torn years, but mostly they are happy
    • niflheim can still be held in check by the old wall, leaving them free to travel, even more so with regis grown and able to protect himself
    • he wouldn’t have accepted staying caged in the city, which is a caelum if anyone has ever heard of one
  • mors sees noctis in action while he is training with aulea, clarus and regis, red and gold haze surrounding his sword as he danced around the prince’s warp strikes, blades seemingly jumping to his hand as he countered aulea’s magic with his own and singing as they cut through the air to intercept clarus’ strikes
    • which is how he ends up accompanying the king to the front lines as he fights to reach the lucii statues maintain the wall protecting lucis from niflheim
    • mors “the tower” lucis caelum, a beast of a man whose favoured weapon is a bow, shooting down soldiers and daemons by the dozens from afar
    • (the bow of the tower : this weapon belonged to the king who held strong against an invasion, sacrificing lands to save the kingdom’s heart)
  • noctis finally letting aulea and cor call him their older brother
    • “what will you do if i disappear one day? i won’t always be there to help.” noctis asks during one of their training trip outside of the city, to get cor more experience, which everyone else invite themselves to
    • cor just frowns at him in reproach
    • “don’t be ridiculous, i will always find you”
    • noctis grins and drags him closer, messing his hair up and knocking his beret askew
    • “what would i do without my tenacious little brother, huh?”
    • cor tries to push him away half-heartedly, badly hiding a smile while aulea is laughing, arm wound around noctis’ waist
    • weskham chooses that time to take a picture, and it’s the one cor will keep for years
    • the leonis family, smiling together
  • getting taken on fishing trips by regis and clarus, using the opportunity to visit david, ezma and little dave, as well kimya when they go to malmalam thicket for some of wesky’s ingredients
  • aulea throwing him to the sharks by making him her escort during most of the official functions she attends, because she is enabler and likes making her friends suffer
    • jealousy and wandering hands in dark corners of a ballroom may or may not happen when noctis in a suit makes his first appearance
    • helping him out of it is just as good, in regis and clarus’ opinion
  • but all things must end one day
  • noctis knows it, because the wall holding back his memories starts to break down, and he hears the lucian souls’ whispers more clearly than before, one of them tugging at his heartstrings with how familiar they (he) sound
  • when cor expresses the desire to pass the trial, noctis and clarus accompany him
    • if he is a little more frantic, a little more tender during the last night he shares with his lovers, well, it’s his secret to bear
    • trying to engrave the sight in his mind, knowing he would never see it again
  • cor and noctis walk parallel to each other across the dimensions, cor going through the trials led before him and noctis walking to his resting place
  • as the youngest leonis and gilgamesh battle, noctis finds himself back at the place he first appeared in, on the altar in the middle of the lake
  • pulling out his sword, the sword of the father he remembers now, he unwinds the prayer banner that kept it tied to him from the hilt and leaning, his forehead one last time on its cold metal, says his goodbye
    • the sword of the last, the sword of the lover, the sword of the father
    • two blades meeting in the middle and crossing paths in the stream of time
    • in insomnia, regis’ armiger appears around him, thirteen blades circling him
  • when cor takes gilgamesh’s arm, noctis slips back into slumber, to await his time
  • the waters swallow him, and with him disappears all memories of noctis leonis, events slowly warping at the edge to erase his presence
    • there is a reason why a leonis’ eyes are blue
  • the owner of the voice he had heard so many time appears to him as he sinks into the, and the last king of lucis remembers
    • a roguish smile and pale blue eyes, tattoos he had traced so many times
    • “welcome back, little king”
    • and he sleeps
  • when the king of light sacrifices himself to bring dawn back, noctis, no longer a caelum, not truly, awakens, and gilgamesh greets him
  • “without the crystal my brother gave his life for, without the ring that adorned your hand, you are mine more than his, lost one; my own”
    • gilgamesh, founder of the leonis line, the first king’s brother, and his shield
    • the one who willingly lost his name to better protect his brother, and eos’ future
    • a family history mired in loss, eyes forever reflecting the blue waters of the tempering grounds; to remember, and to forget
    • “even if everything you know disappears, even if you are left adrift in time, you will always find a place here”
  • across eos, events shift back into place, and memories break through the pane of glass they had been hidden behind; in leide, in duscae, in altissia
  • cor is waiting for him as he emerges from the welcome darkness of the caves
    • “i told you i would always find you.”
  • noctis smiles a little at this, both happy and sad. because the life he had left was no more, all the people he had known dead and gone
  • (a father, a lover, which one came first, which one came last)
  • to be continued

 

you’ve met one another, right?

words: 4337.

or the one where everything is still the same: even and isak still do happen. but it’s observed under sana’s watchful inspection. on even.

(or the one where ten times, sana sees even, as even and isak happen.)

canon compliant, but, with a little bit more. this wasn’t meant to turn into a full blown fic but, oh well, no can do.

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“i don’t know how to say goodbye”

the lift kiss for @snowscharming ❤​ part ii of your valentine’s gift!

[part i]

Truth May Vary

Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 


“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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Shiro canonically being six and a quarter years old is the best news I’ve heard this entire year.

Let the 7 days of Amy Begins!

#7DaysofPeebs || Day 1 - Random ass cute clothe! 

so yeah this is the first day of 7DaysofPeebs or 7DaysofAmy! an event that i created and announced on twitter in honor of Amy’s Birthday on 21st May! i’m gonna be posting Amy is Various Cute clothe for the next week so yeah! enjoy!

P.S. i should’ve said this sooner but, anyone can contribute in this event!