Feb 13, 2023
Aeon at some point in the future: I’m getting a good grade in people. Something that’s both normal to want and possible to achieve
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Aeon at some point in the future: I’m getting a good grade in people. Something that’s both normal to want and possible to achieve
You mentioned an x-over with au and my mind automatically went ‘aeon meeting Nox and Ardyn’
Okay for THIS one I’m gonna be weird and try a fusion. Probably a bad one but HERE WE GO (note that this takes place during the early chapters of your fic? Just cause that’s what the muses wanted).
-Aeon gets thrown to Gilgamesh by a non-time-traveled Ardyn, and he still gets brutally trained by Gilgamesh but because this is a fusion and I’m feeling sappy, we’ll say the time-travel for Ardyn and Nox happened RIGHT after Aeon got thrown into the Tempering Grounds.
-It still takes Ardyn about eight months to finish sorting through the memories of this parallel dimension fused self and go OH SNAP and tear off for the Tempering Grounds with Nox on his heels.
-Aeon is in the middle of scraping what food he can from the scraggly garden when he feels the ground shake. Feels … something roll over his skin like fury and storms and ANGER and blood and hears his (tormentor) mentor howl in hatred that turns … pained?
-Aeon grabs his sword and runs to investigate. A part of him thinks to just take the chance and run, but he doesn’t think he’ll make it that far and if there is a greater threat about to come for him, he wants a chance to watch and see its weaknesses.
-Aeon is NOT expecting to see Ardyn. Ardyn wreathed in blood red flames, Ardyn with an entire armory of blades spinning around him as he tears Gilgamesh limb from limb with a tightlipped expression that Aeon thinks must be the fury he can taste in the air. Aeon decides that, as fascinating as it is to see Gilgamesh and Ardyn screaming at each other and tearing each other apart, this is a prime chance to run. So he does.
-He draws his sword and nearly beheads the person following him a second later. The sword is blocked effortlessly and blood red eyes drill into him with some emotion Aeon doesn’t care about, “Easy,” scoffs the black haired boy who must be his age, something world-weary and dark in his features that reminds Aeon of looking in a mirror, “I know a shortcut out.”
-“I don’t trust you.”
-A curl of lips, dark and feral, “You’d rather deal with all the monsters THAT,” a thumb over his shoulder at the screaming fight, “will stir up?”
-Aeon scowls as the boy slips by him, unafraid of exposing his back to Aeon just like Gilgamesh was unafraid.
-Aeon follows him out.
-He doesn’t know how long its been since he saw sunlight, just that it was too long, and for a moment Aeon has to stop and bask in it despite everything going on. The boy waits a wary distance away, watching the entrance to the Tempering Grounds and not flinching when the earth shakes. Aeon looks around and spots a campfire smoldering and something smells … good. The boy sees his look and says, “I cooked some fresh Behemoth sirloin. Figured you’d be hungry for something that didn’t come out of the ground.”
-Aeon eyes the boy warily, and for a moment considers questioning him as to why he is here, why he came, why ARDYN came and can apparently wield magic.
-Then he decides that it can wait until he’s eaten. The boy keeps watch on the entrance while Aeon eats, and Aeon is just finishing his first non-vegetable meal in months when Ardyn comes out, blood on his clothes but no wounds on his person, a dark look in his eyes that raises every hair on Aeon’s body. “There you are,” murmurs Ardyn and something in his eyes looks … off, “I feared you had died.”
-Aeon bristles, “You’re the one who threw me in there.”
-Ardyn looks away, studying the horizon line, “A grievous sin I have now rectified. There are supplies in the pack to your left, take them. Consider them a present for surviving Gilgamesh.” And Aeon wants to stab the man, wants to throw the bag at Ardyn’s head, but between one blink and the next the man is gone, vanishing into the shadows of the trees.
-The black-haired boy, who’s eyes are now blue rather than red, does not leave. He stays, and when Aeon breaks camp and leaves, he follows behind.
-Aeon snarls at him, hand on his mother’s sword hilt, “What do you want?”
-The boy blinks at him, “My name is Nox.”
-Aeon bares his teeth, his father’s fangs showing, “That’s not what I asked.”
-Another blink and thoughtful stare at the sky and then a slow, “Well. I suppose I want a friend.”
-And its the dumbest lie Aeon has ever heard, to the point where all Aeon can do is walk away in disgust.
-Nox follows him.
-It becomes a theme. Nox occasionally disappears, but never for more than a few days, then he always pops up again, falling into step in Aeon’s peripheral vision, just out of range of attack, content with the silence no matter how much Aeon tries to make him go away. Aeon thinks maybe Nox will leave once Aeon makes it to an outpost. He doesn’t.
-They end up taking Hunts together, only because Aeon can’t make him GO AWAY.
-Eventually he stops trying. Either Nox will get bored and leave or he won’t, and until then Nox follows him around, hunting extra food or helping to bring down monsters for the gil (not that Aeon NEEDS the help, but Nox listens to every demand except the one to GO AWAY)
-And so it continues for like- ten months. And eventually Aeon stops trying to make Nox go away or ignoring Nox when he finally breaks the silence between them to say something. Nox is just … always there. A constant fixture that does nothing to sway Aeon one way or another, or use him, or anything that makes SENSE.
-Sometimes he thinks about what Nox said all those months ago. About wanting a friend.
-Aeon doesn’t quite know when he started to think it just might be true. Not because it makes sense, but because nothing about Nox makes sense (he is Ardyn’s nephew, he claims, but he is so clearly an illegitimate Lucis Caelum even without the open use of magic around Aeon it’s a wonder no one else can tell) and if anyone would hang around Aeon just for … “friendship” rather than to use him as a weapon, it would be Nox. Stubborn, stupid, quiet Nox who sometimes acts just like Aeon and other times acts like someone else altogether (he’s messed up in the head, Aeon is certain, he’s seen the days Nox goes Quiet for reasons beyond Aeon refusing to have a conversation, the days Nox operates on instinct more than conscious thought).
-Aeon ignores the feeling in his chest the first time he grudgingly offers a hand to help Nox out of the dirt after a mistimed warp and Nox smiles at him with something like joy in his face. It makes no sense. But most of Nox doesn’t. So Aeon ignores it like everything else and they resume the hunt.
-Aeon doesn’t register the importance of their similar ages until well after he’s turned fifteen and a month or so after Nox mentions that he’s done the same. It really shouldn’t surprise him that they both present at the same time, when they both operate on the same routine and all, but somehow it does.
-It’s only sheer spite that keeps the two of them going to finish the hunt and not just lie down and drown in their combined emotions going EVERYWHERE, and he takes almost morbid amusement in the realization that Nox has no clue what is happening. Aeon has no patience to explain it beyond “keep fighting and we’ll deal later”.
-The two stagger back to an outpost and book a hotel room and somehow end up passing out in the same bed and for once Aeon is too freaking tired to care that Nox is within touching distance. It’s not like Nox is going to try anything, especially not when he’s just as miserable as Aeon.
-Later, after showers and joint miserable looks, they are approached by an Alpha Guide, who teaches them how to shield themselves. The Alpha Guide also gives Nox a crash course on basic biology that even Aeon knew, but apparently Nox did not as he hadn’t even known what it meant to be an Alpha Guide like Dave the Hunter.
-After they move on, Nox takes to occasionally reaching out with his emotions and mentally brushing against Aeon in affection-recognition-greeting before pulling back. Somehow, Aeon finds himself letting the slightest flickers of annoyance-greeting-affection slip out in return. Nox has grown on him, and even if the rest of the world is untrustworthy … Nox is too strange and dumb to use him as a weapon.
-And things go back to being routine. Him and Nox and occasionally Ardyn, who drops in with more supplies and news for Nox and a spar for Aeon after Aeon insists on learning how to combat the kind of red magic Ardyn uses.
-Then they overhear Niflheim Soldiers talking about their successful kidnapping of the Prince of Lucis and Nox growls, low and feral and for the first time since that day in the Tempering Grounds, Aeon can taste Rage on his tongue.
-Well. He supposes they’re off to rescue a princeling then.
(Gonna leave it here, hope you don’t mind this … basically AU drabble of your fanfic? But I wanted to try a fusion and then Nox was like “imma befriend Aeon before he ever gets revealed as Cor’s son” and so here we are.
Also they rescue Noctis and Noctis insta-recognizes Nox as a Relative and Nox panics and Aeon thinks he’s being Dumb but they walk Noctis to Hammerhead and Aeon gets shot and Nox goes BALLISTIC over it so whoops now they’re both revealed and Regis gets to join Cor on the “my son I didn’t know I had is Feral and Abused AAAAAA” boat).
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Corling AU getting an update for the first time in three years everyone please clap
*shakes aeon like a ragdoll*
you are soooooooo messed up my kid oh my god
Prompt: “ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ” for, I dunno, Cor protecting Aeon?
“Listen to me.” It is rare that Aeon sees his father angry, it’s even more rare to see Cor with murder in his eyes. His face is still, moulded into an expressionless mask, yet his eyes demand someone die.
Aeon didn’t expect to wind up being protected, he didn’t expect to be taken to a room with Noctis and Ignis and to be given orders.
“Kill anyone that comes through that door that isn’t Regis, Clarus, or me.” Cor’s voice is firm even as his eyes linger on the blood that already stains the front of Aeon’s shirt.
Aeon blinks. He doesn’t understand why he isn’t being allowed to fight, he doesn’t understand why he feels the need to go and find Gladio and make sure Gladio is okay, what Aeon knows is that Gladio isn’t here and that someone has to make sure Ignis and Noctis are okay.
As long as Aeon can feel Gladio through their bond everything will be fine.
He also knows an order when he hears one, his father has never given him an order before and as much as he doesn’t want to listen Aeon nods.
He has to repay Cor and the others somehow after all, if it means protecting Ignis and Noctis than that’s alright with him.
I miss atlas and aeon, can we have a drabble of the two interacting?
*cackles* it's kinda funny I got this ask when I'm planning on updating their fics soonish
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Atlas stares at the little Guide in front of him. He's guarded and wary and young enough Atlas has to stomp on the urge to check him over and make sure that he's okay.
His age also makes Atlas wonder exactly why the kid is here in the middle of an active warzone.
"Don't you have some place to be?" Atlas asks the kid who drags his sword out of an MT, "Regardless of skill, this is no place for a child to be."
The boy looks at him with mismatched eyes, one blue and the other green and shrugs.
"Don't care," he says, "They woke me up."
"We are two miles from a Haven," Atlas points out.
The boy blinks.
"Never said I was sleeping in a Haven."
There is so much wrong with that that Atlas doesn't know where to start. Instead he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.
"Stick close to me," Atlas advises, "I don't want you getting hurt."
I really like the idea of Aeon recalling his past experiences with Gilgamesh as fond memories but to everyone else who is hearing them all they hear is tales of abuse and psychological trauma. I especially like the idea of Cor and the chocobros asking him these questions and Aeon just replying with a fareaway look and wistful smile as he recants endless sword lessons and battle stories as if he’s proud of what Gilgamesh taut him. Ending with him being confused why everyone looks horrified.
Yeah uh
It’s uh
Most definitely not that type of story. Aeon might not understand really why what happened to him was fucked up or that it was fucked up at all but it didn’t leave him with good memories.
Gilgamesh tortured him basically, and it shows in the last chapter of the fic I posted.