How would you feel if anyone else were to try their hand at a Kushiel-based or inspired AU? It's a fascinating universe and setting but would there be any hard feelings?
Hey, gorgeous. Thanks for asking this! <3
I already know of at least one person working on a Kushiel/FFXV crossover, I just don’t think their work is posted publicly yet. I feel like I can speak for both @xylianna and myself that there would be no hard feelings whatsoever.
That’s kind of the beauty of fanfiction, in my opinion. There’s a million different variations to play with and everyone’s voice is unique. I mean, I’ve personally read 600 re-tellings (numbers may vary) on Gladnis falling in love and I’m still finding new, wonderful things to love with each story I read.
So, if you or someone you know wants to go for it, please do! Heck, let me know if/when it happens, cause I’d be interested to see! <3
My small secret santa gift for @foolhearty! Merry Christmas, friend! I hope you like silly fluff!
And you swept me away
Pairing: Promnis
Prompt: First Christmas as a married couple
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Prompto waltzs into the kitchen in a bit of a haze, his hair a tangled mess, sweatpants softly hanging from his slender hips. The smell of ginger and clove is in the air, pulling a grin onto his face.
‘Mornin’, babe,’ he yawns as he heads straight to the coffee machine.
‘It’s hardly morning anymore,’ Ignis responds with a soft laugh.
‘Sorry, I was completely out. Your fault, really.’
‘I’m deeply sorry.’
‘No you’re not.’
‘No I’m not.’
Ignis goes for deadpan, but can’t help smiling at Prompto’s warm laughter as he pours himself a cup of coffee.
‘Pass me the cinnamon, Love?’ he asks, pointing vaguely to the spice shelf above the sink.
‘Hey Iggs, ever heard of the cinnamon challenge?’ Prompto asks as he grabs the small glass jar and playfully shoves under Ignis’ nose.
‘If you’re trying to lure me into trying it, you’ll be sorely disappointed.’
Prompto laughs.
‘Damn, I didn’t realize you were so internet-savvy.’
‘We all have our vices, I suppose.’
A giggle, as arms circle Ignis’ waist from behind, pulling him into a tight hug, face pressed between his shoulder blades.
‘My husband, the meme-master,’ says the muffled voice against his back.
Ignis is glad Prompto is too busy imprinting his face into the back of his shirt to notice the slight blush on his face. Husband. He’s his husband, now. He’ll probably get used to it, eventually, but after less than a year, the word still ignites a small fire in the pit of his stomach.
‘Lucky man,’ Ignis responds with a low chuckle. ‘Are you going to help me with these or not? They aren’t for me, you know.’
‘Mmmnope. I’m just going to stay here for a while.’
‘Perhaps you shouldn’t go around promising Christmas gifts you can’t even make, then,’ he says with a smile in his voice.
He feels Prompto’s snort against his back, holding him tighter.
‘I couldn’t exactly say no to the Marshal, Iggy.’
Ignis sighs, a smile on his lips, as he keeps mixing the batter.
‘I’m well aware. It was probably part of his plan.’
‘Oh definitely,’ comes Prompto’s voice, finally letting go of Ignis’ shirt.
He starts walking the table when Ignis catches his arm and twirls him back towards him. He turns around, elegant as always, as Prompto plops onto him.
They face each other for a few seconds.
‘Hello,’ Ignis finally says with a soft voice.
‘Hi,’ Prompto responds, a shy smile on his lips, taking in all of his husband’s beautiful face.
He finally pushes himself on his toes, reaching up to meet Ignis’ soft lips with his. Ignis pulls his head up with both hands, spreading flour all over Prompto’s warm cheeks.
‘Payment accepted,’ Ignis says when Prompto finally breaks the kiss.
‘Pleasure doing business with you, sir,’ Prompto says with a giggle, pressing a kiss onto his husband’s hand.
Hi!! I just thought I'd say that thanks to 'This Too Is Sacred,' I've decided to pick up and read Kushiel ! I picked up the first book from the library today and I'm excited to dig in!! thank you for the wonderful AU & getting me into another series!
Oh, wow! That’s AWESOME! I truly hope you enjoy it, feel free to hit me up on chat and talk about it if you like! :D
Thank you so much for reading our beloved AU and reaching out on Tumblr - you made my morning! Another chapter will be going live Friday/Saturday, so stay tuned! <3 <3
(tagging my partner in crime @aliatori so she doesn’t miss your lovely note)
send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic
The shower hisses, spraying water down on his chest, while Cor just stared at the drain at his feet. Covered in sweat, that horrible acrid taste of puke couldn’t seem to wash out of his mouth no matter how hard he brushed his teeth. His heart is still throbbing in his chest but he’s assured Prompto he’s fine. He hadn’t even been asleep for very long, and the damned nightmares came to rear their ugly head.
“Why are you still here?”
Prompto’s surprised to hear the voice come out of the shower. After nightmares, Cor can be silent for a long time, sometimes, he doesn’t even talk, so muted by whatever he saw. He collects himself, and responds. “I can go if you like.” Prompto remarked. “If you want to get out and change.” Cor was still uncomfortable with his body, so Prompto always afforded him the option of privacy to change his clothes.
“That’s not what I meant...”
A lump in Prompto’s throat. “What did you mean?”
Cor is silent. Spray hits the top of his head. The steam is trailing around them, the water is so hot it’s making him feel dizzy. Cor stands there. “It’s so much... to deal with. I think... moving in, was hard on you, even if you didn’t like your old place... and I understand... not wanting to deal with it.” Cor was so quiet, Prompto strained to hear him over the shower. “So... why are you still here?”
A long pause.
“I don’t know.”
It’s not exactly what Cor wanted to hear, but it’s believable. It’s the truth.
“I don’t know what you went through, but it hurt you really badly.” Prompto replied, voice quiet, so he leans closer to the curtain. “And I don’t want you to think... that that’s something you have to deal with alone. Not anymore.” He traces the pattern on the shower curtain with his finger. “You know... I’m here for you right?”
“... for how long?”
“What?” Prompto asked, barely able to hear Cor whispering.
Silence.
“Thank you. I need to change now.”
Prompto understands. He steps out, and lets Cor get dressed. He hears shuffling, and some choking ruined noise, a sob, the sound of sniffing, shuddering. Cor steps out with red eyes and a pink face and acts like nothing has happened. Prompto allows it. Cor lays down beside him, and tries to sleep. It’s a long process, shifting, sighing, adjusting his clothes, and Cor has to take some medicine, but he starts to drift off. In a deep sleep, Prompto cups his face, and kisses his forehead, and Cor’s features lighten just a bit. And that’s all he needs.
