Apr 30, 2023
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A little bit of fluff for Ardyn's birthday!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A little bit of fluff for Ardyn's birthday!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I have no faith that Twitter is showing people my fanfic tweets anymore, so we're back on ye olde tumblorb dot com
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Finally getting around to cross-posting this to tumblr as well. I hope you had a fantastic New Year @addigni-art! This is my gift to you for the @ignoctgiftexchange
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @gilgardynweek2018 day 7: Ardyn brings Gilgamesh into the modern world.
A bit of a reincarnation and coffee shop AU in one! I’ve been playing around with this for a little bit and decided to get the first chapter posted for today.
In another life, Ardyn Izunia decides to buy a coffee shop in the bustling streets of downtown New Insomnia. Somehow, the reincarnations of people from his past seem to orbit around the place, coming together as if drawn by fate...or just really good coffee.
But with Gilgamesh at his side once more, what could possibly go wrong?
Fictober - Day 1
I came up with a few ideas for Day 1, but settled on attempting some Lotura. Please be gentle, I have not written anything for the Voltron fandom before.
Prompt: “Can you feel this?”
Read on AO3!
Despite having been stabilized and released from the infirmary, Lotor was still a mere shell of the man he once was. Exposure to the quintessence field had left him gaunt–his once strong frame withered away under the unrelenting forces of time and raw energy, exacerbated by starvation. His hair lay dull and frayed against the cotton bedsheets, devoid of its luster and dry to the touch. Allura had given up on trying to run her fingers through the pale strands, the slightest tension causing them to snap and break.
Just like he had.
She would visit every day, often times more. Hours passed as she sat at Lotor's bedside, squeezing his hand gently in hers, misted eyes searching for any kind of reaction. No matter how she tried, he would only stare listlessly at the ceiling. The spark of knowledge, determination...of love...it had faded from his eyes and not yet returned. Sometimes she wondered if it ever would, him being too far gone and too broken to save.
On her more desperate days, she would channel her healing energies through the points where their lips met, willing her fingertips not to press too hard into his sunken cheeks.
“Lotor please...can you feel this? Answer me.”
Nothing ever came but tears, dripping onto fists that held tight to unheard regrets.
“I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.”
Fictober - Day 8
Prompt: “I know you do.”
Read on AO3!
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“Ignis...you know I think you’re beautiful, right?”
Hands smooth over the folds of silk that drape his frame–lithe, but deceptively strong–and accentuate every subtle curve of muscle, every line of bone. Hungering need restrained for now by a purpose much more intimate and heartfelt, they quest downwards. The sash at his waist comes undone, deft fingers working the knot until fabric falls away, revealing swaths of ivory skin cast in moonlight.
“I know you do, Noct.”
It’s only half a lie. He’s never had a reason to doubt Noctis and would never want to, but even years have not made him entirely comfortable with how his body has changed. His scars are a point of pride, not beauty–a physical reminder of his devotion.
...but there’s beauty in devotion, he supposes.
Emeralds peek through unkempt bangs. That familiar trance comes over him as he watches Noctis tend to every scar once given in his service. With every kiss he remembers a story, a fight, a sacrifice; pieces of himself so freely given away, now returned to him, forged in light and love.
Noctis’s lips leave his skin, reverence softening his features as he looks into Ignis’s eyes. “Good, but I’m going to keep reminding you until you believe it.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
For @gilgardynweek2018 day 1: Gilgamesh is badly wounded in battle with no time for healing so Ardyn is forced to take the offensive.
A battle goes awry, forcing Gilgamesh to confront more than just injury.
Please also read the accompanying comic by @his-pair-of-spare-glasses which can be found here!
Special thanks to @mystichealeronline for inspiring the opening part of the fic with this little comic that made my heart absolutely melt into a puddle.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Relationship: Gilgamesh (Final Fantasy XV)/Ardyn Izunia Additional Tags: Sickfic, Fluff Summary: Even the legendary healer, with the power to cure the Starscourge, is no match for the flu.
Hey, everyone I know is getting sick, is sick or is getting over being sick, so have a sick fic!