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[bisexualgladio]

hello I wrote an crowe/luna fic pls read if u wanna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17163134

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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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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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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.

[shadow-schemer]

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