An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"I can fix this." She wasn't sure if she said it to convince him, or herself. "I can fix this."
10 years. This feels surreal to even write — has it really been a decade of this movie and franchise? Thank you for giving me my most beloved characters ever. Kingsglaive you will always be so dear to my heart.
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Thank you @book-nose for listening to my rambles about this video idea and putting it together and embellishing on the barely sensible directions you were given lmao
@silverscence, thank you for showing me this lovely movie and wonderful babes. This one's for you <3
To the Kingsglaive, the Oracle, the Hero, and wonderful friends~
We're 11 days away from Kingsglaive's 10th anniversary! 🎉🎉
Hope you guys are tucking in for a celebration of our favourite hero and princess! 10 years ago I stumbled upon FFXV and my life had never been the same. A Glaive and an Oracle who never got their happy ending on screen, but still somehow managed to give us a story so heartbreakingly beautiful and so real that I'm still here ten years later, admiring them for it.
Please stay tuned for some amazing fan-art coming your way! 💖💖
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➢【 Artist: TiKhi Art on Facebook 】
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In a twisted turn of fate, Nyx survived the Ring and accompanied Lunafreya on her journey to Altissia despite her constant insistance that he did not own it to anyone — not even King Regis — to do this. He'd done more than enough in service of Lucis, if the scars running along the whole of his left side is an indicator to go by — but truth to be told, Nyx wasn't sure what he would do with himself beyond duty.
She'd attempted to convince him of it several more times after that, all straight-talking and determined. The Princess, as it turned out, was a hell lot more stubborn than anyone realised. A trait easily overlooked, hidden beneath her exterior of regal bearing and well-trained composure — and one that Nyx couldn't help but picked up on amongst a myriad of other quirks Lunafreya harbored throughout their journey: for instance, the way she only snored when she was really tired, soft little sounds the existence of which she denied upon waking; or the constellations of beauty marks dotting across her face and body, like markers of treasure begging to be explored, each one a fascinating yet painfully mundane reminder of how human she was in spite of the magic burning through her, giving life to so many yet leaving none for herself.
He knew that feeling well, Nyx thought, the kind that made you feel powerful and helpless all at once, coursing through your veins and channeling at the tips of your fingers before spreading all over, warm at first, then scorching, burning you inside out — a kind of blessing and torture he would not wish on anyone else. For many years of his adulthood he'd chosen it willingly, been in control of it, even, allowed to choose when and where and how to burn.
He could not imagine what it was like for Lunafreya, living with that fire all her life, knowing one day it would reduce her to nothing but ashes.
He was angry, yes — at fate, at the Astrals and the Old Kings and Regis, at Noctis, at Lunafreya.
But mostly, he was angry at himself, watching this woman whose palms fit warm and soft in his own walk closer to her death every day with no power to stop it. They both knew had the roles been reversed, he would have done the same thing without regret — and that was what made it harder, this shared understanding of duty and responsibility, the cold hard truth of one life worth sacrificing for billion others.
It didn't mean he had to be at peace with it. Every time Lunafreya tried to hide her cough, or the tremour in her hands that made it increasingly difficult to hold her trident, he wanted to rage and scream and summon all who had a say in deciding that she was forsaken, that her sacrifice in particular was necessary to save the world.
But he could do none of that, or at the very least, not in a way that actually worthed a damn.
So Nyx stayed quiet and held Lunafreya in his arms, hoping against hope, that whatever little time she had left in this mortal world, she would not feel alone.
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Look I know I'm a primarily FF posting account but pls let me indulge in these two for a bit 💔
A random Valenfield edit got me playing RE1 THROUGH to RE 9 for the past three months non-stop including Revelations + Code Veronica and I think that's saying a lot about the power they hold amen
that being said... the joy of being a multishipper is i find myself enjoying multiple other pairings of them as well 🫦
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