I don't know if you're open to request but..Can I please request a Lunyx Fluffy story? If you know Hamilton's helpless, the vibe of it is something like that. Where Luna get teased by Gentiana, Ravus, The reader from of an Oracle and a Muse(which I love it btw) due to the fact she seems really happy and act a bit different when she's around Nyx. Thank you and I hope I didn't bother you with it.
As a both a Hamilton and FFXV I shall do my best to handle this with care! This is kinda an AU where everyone lives and the city was never destroyed.
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“Look at her.”
“I am.”
“No like look at your sister.” You argued with Ravus. While he and your beloved were often at each other’s throats, the two decide to be decent to each other throughout all of these parties leading up to your wedding in a month.
Ravus looked up from whatever he was doing at the moment to look at his sister over the balcony on the side of the room where she was supposed to be assisting with the set up of tonight’s party but was fawning over something other.
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t assign that man to her.” He replied turning back to the papers in hand.
“Ravus, if I didn’t she’d be so sad. I can’t stand to see her so sad, like a puppy.” You stated. “You weren’t there when everything went down, they were made for each other.”
“I assume that that was your meddling once we return you all to Insomnia.”
You thought back to that party, it was more of a “We didn’t die, and the Empire is no more” type of a party, but you couldn’t take it. All the longing glances of the two. Nyx was trying to be so cool and collected, and poor Lunafreya turned the most beautiful shade of red anytime he was near and would stumble over all her words.
Lunafreya had confessed in you later that night when you suddenly left her side and pointedly made your way to Nyx she was so nervous, unsure of what your next move was going to be. When you had taken the man’s arm and then moved him to the dance floor she was even more worried, but that was short-lived when she suddenly felt someone take her arm.
“Y/N is good at this.” One of your friends, Amor had giggled upon taken the Oracles arm. All of your friends had immediately taken to Lunafreya, providing her with the friendships she often had to forego.
“Where are we going?”
Amor gave a giggle, “We’re about to change your life.”
Both Lunafreya could respond, she found herself suddenly before yourself and the man. She felt herself go into a cold sweat, as she stared at the tall man before her, looking so different outside his standard uniform. This one was a little more dressed up and hung to him tightly and rather nicely, it was tailored to every inch of his body.
“I’m sure you know of the Oracle Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.” You smiled, your cat little grin never leaving your face, as you stared directly into Lunafreya’s eyes, certain that you were more staring into her soul than anything else. “My sister.”
“Sister?” Nyx inquired.
Lunafreya felt like she was suddenly restarted, “Thank you for your service.”
Nyx bowed softly a smile that reached his eyes as he rose, “It may have taken a war for us to meet, but it was worth it.”
Lunafreya felt her mouth go dry, only to hear a rush of music.
“I’m sure that my sister would love a dance.” You replied moving beside Lunafreya as you nudged her with your hip into Nyx.
“It would be an honor.” Nyx smiled leading the Oracle to the dance floor unaware of the audience that was now watching them.
“What are you up to?” Ravus inquired.
“Nothing.”
“It would seem that you’re attempting to play cupid.”
You gave a coyish giggle looking to the man, “I have no idea what you could be on about High Commander.”
“Will you vouch for this man?” Ravus asked.
You looked to the dance floor, the way the two looked at each other was the same look that you and Noctis had given each other in each picture that Prompto had taken of the two of you dancing.
“Yes.” You replied without hesitation. “Is that all right with you?”
Ravus looked towards the two on the floor, “I would have to believe you, you have taken care of our sister.”
“Our sister?”
Ravus gave a rare smile, “It would appear that I have two younger sisters.”
After that, anytime Lunafreya was within the Citadel or you went to visit her, you were absolutely certain that Nyx was on staff and always assigned him to Oracle. You watched the relationship bloom rather beautifully, you only had to meddle as Ravus called it, only a handful of times, but other than that it seemed to be a storybook romance.
That’s why you had Noctis reassign Nyx to work in Tarabene at the Lucian Embassy and work closer to the Oracle, the guy always seemed to give his everything to Lunafreya, and if you a commoner could marry a prince why wouldn’t a guard marry a princess, of sorts.
You loved seeing Lunafreya so happy, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the next wedding would be their’s.”
“Excuse me!” Ravus called, rather loudly.
“There you are.”
Both yourself and Ravus turned to Noctis flanked by Ignis, you immediately stepped over pressing a kiss to your future husband’s cheek.
“Done with your meetings, Sweetie?” You asked taking his hand.
“Yeah, we’re going to go get something to eat,” Noctis replied, his eyes to Ravus, even though Noctis knew you could take of yourself, he still found it slightly comforting to have someone with you, even if that someone was Ravus.
“Would you care to join us, High Commander?” Ignis offered on behalf of Noctis.
“As inviting as that sounds, I have other manners to see to.” Ravus stated, “I am certain that Lunafreya wouldn’t mind taking my seat.”
As you all moved to gather Lunafreya and Nyx below you were surprised to find Ravus approach Nyx, the man used his intimating height and that dual-colored glare to the man before him.
“Ravus?” Lunafreya inquired clearly confused at her brother’s behavior so suddenly.
“Be true,” Ravus stated, and without another word, that man whisked himself away to handle whatever business he needed to handle.
Leaving the room silent before you began to giggle, which quickly turned into loud laughter as you doubled over trying to get the tears to stop. Yet each time you tried to explain your laughter it just would cause you to laugh harder.
When it came to love like this, you had first-hand experience at how helpless it was to fight it.
Prompto is the protagonist. This is a vampire fanfic. You have been warned. It was a bad idea born of late nights and goofing around, but now I’m gonna write it so... Here we go. I’ve had this sitting in my google drive for months. I’ve got the prologue and chapter 1 done, but I’ll probs wait to post that ‘till later! Please, let me know what you guys think!
Also WIP Title
Genre: Fantasy???
Warnings: Vampires, death, lil bit of angst, blood, slightly more mature themes (if you squint), being attacked in an alley
Pairings: Eventual poly all of them
Words: 837
“You sure you don’t need a lift?” Noctis asked, throwing a glance at his blond friend from where he lounged on the sofa.
Prompto waved him off with a grin, “Nah, I can just walk.” He shrugged, tying his shoelaces by the front door.
“You sure?” Noctis quirked an eyebrow, “It’s pretty late.” It was, in fact, very late, his clock resting at 1:37 AM.
“Yeah, dude! I’ll be fine!” Prompto promised, grinning as he gave his best friend a thumbs up.
Noctis sighed, shrugging. “Alright then, your funeral.” His bored gaze returned to the television set.
Prompto left moments later, stepping out of Noct’s apartment building into the quiet, crisp night air of Insomnia. Bright lights buzzed from the overarching street lamps as Prompto walked home; the occasional car passed.
Prompto shivered slightly, letting out a visible puff of air as he rubbed his arms. It was rather cold that night, the biting air left goosebumps prickling on his skin.
He felt something was off. It was quiet, much more quiet than the average Saturday night. Frowning, he glanced around, finding nothing noteworthy. “Weird…” He mumbled, speeding up. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
“safe home yet”
Even in text form, Noct was too lazy to type properly. A blush lit up Prompto’s freckled face, his heart warming at Noct’s concern. He began typing a response:
“Not yet, I’ll be there soovhjjjjjjhi”
Prompto never finished his text. Cold hands plucked him from the street with ease, yanking him down an alley. Prompto’s phone slipped from his grip, his thumb hitting send before it fell to the ground with a thump.
“He smells so yummy!” A woman’s voice giggled gleefully.
Prompto couldn’t see anything but bright eyes and blindingly bright teeth.
“Hush, Morrigan!” A man snapped, “Let me get a taste first…”
Cold hands were holding him down as the bright eyes came closer, most facial features hidden in the darkness of the alley. Prompto squirmed in place, terror written all over his face as the man’s mouth opened, revealing sharp, pointed teeth.
He opened his mouth to scream, only for a chilled, pale hand to clasp over his lips and reducing his voice to muffled sounds of alarm. Something sharp poked his neck, puncturing the sensitive skin, although no blood dripped down his neck, not yet.
“Alistair, let me have a taste!” The first voice breathed, eagerness seeping into her tone.
Prompto couldn’t see the figures before him. They were fuzzy. His senses were muddled as the pain in his neck intensified before going numb and leaving him with a tingling sensation of bliss. Cold hands caressed his exposed skin, trailing down his arms and playing with his hair as more hands felt his warm, freckled face.
“Aw… He’s so cute… Can’t we keep him?” A sultry voice hummed as a soft hand pushed his bangs away.
“Hush. He’s a meal, nothing more.”
“I don’t know about that... I like him.” The woman replied, leaving a lingering kiss on the other side of Prompto’s neck. “Still, a meal is a meal.” She added, biting down with the sound of a crunching apple.
“Hey! Leave some for me!” The childish voice from earlier huffed, followed by another sting in his arm and the sound of slurping.
It was silent. Things became even hazier. Prompto wasn’t aware of much else, except for the surprised shrieks of his attackers and the sound of a struggle.
“Damn, kid’s lost a lot of blood.” A woman’s tough voice announced, accompanied by the sound of a staff hitting the ground.
“He might turn.” A man stated, voice smooth despite heavy weight to it.
“He might not.”
There was a sigh, “He’s dying.” The man added, he sounded much closer. “Bitten in three places. Kid’s gonna die.”
“Yeah, no shit, Cor.” The woman sighed as well, “Well, he’ll either stay dead, or become one of them.” Pity was seeping into her voice. “Six, his poor family.” There was a pause, “What do we do about these three?”
Prompto could barely understand what was being said, his hazy eyes staring at the brick wall of a building in front of him. He felt sleepy, eyes drooping as he stared at the hazy bricks, unaware of the two vampire hunters beside him. The tingling bliss had left his body, leaving him numb and empty.
There was a thud. A shove. Clothes shifting. Angry yelling. People were running.
“Shit!” The woman swore before her thudding footsteps began fading off. “Cor, get the-”
Prompto coudn’t hear them speaking anymore. He couldn’t hear anything anymore. His glazed, empty eyes were staring at the cemented alleyway but seeing nothing. What little blood was left in his body had ceased moving. His heart ceased pumping. His thoughts ceased existing.
Prompto Argentum was a dreamer. He had been a dreamer. He’d dreamed about a lot of things, but never something like this. He’d never dreamed that he would be dead and gone, left to lay in an alley as a cold corpse.
However, he never dreamed that he would wake back up either.
honestly though how can you conceivably play kingdom hearts and not come to the conclusion that riku in his purest form is the physical embodiment of gay panic
Loving a game that has most of its main lore exclusively be in external media is a special kind of hell. The devs made such a good world LET US SEE THE WORLD AND REVEL IN ALL OF IT
