#ravnea

[journaljocky]

hey i forgot i had tumblr

they come in a pair do NOT separate

[mamahoggs]

i want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way.

ravus nox fleuret + aranea highwind

[bladesandstars]

FFXV Fanfic: Tripartite

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ravus/Aranea/Ignis

Warnings: N/A

Summary:  The Niflheim-Tenebrae delegation makes an appearance at a Lucian state dinner, and Ignis engages in extensive negotiations and diplomatic positioning. (It's 9k of mostly-smut, because I love this threesome.)

Other Tags: Threesome - F/M/M; Pre-Canon; Cunnilingus; Kissing; Double Penetration; Vaginal Sex; Anal Sex; Diplomacy

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Ignis was early, as he always was for these sorts of events. He checked over the expansive ballroom and the royal dining room both, consulted briefly with the Citadel’s Master of Protocol, and was satisfied with the overall layout, though Ignis did ask that a few items be tweaked here and there. The seating arrangement, in particular, was delicate. He ended up swapping three of the arrangements and moving one entirely, based on his memory of the heights and interests of the various guests and out of a desire to facilitate conversation. He also, as a last-minute move that rankled him, placed himself between two guests who shouldn’t have been seated together. He resolved to ask that he be given the final edit on the seating chart next time. Ignis had barely finished as the guests began to arrive, and he made another mental note to arrive fifteen minutes earlier to the next state dinner.

Tonight’s event was particularly lavish, as if to display to Niflheim and Tenebrae that they did not, in fact, have Lucis on the ropes as much as they might like to think. Abundant flower bouquets spilled out of giant urns flanking the walls, and glittering crystal and silver sparkled along long dinner tables. Candles flickered in sconces and ornately cut cups dotting the dining tables. Ignis was busy holding a conversation with half of his attention and spending the other half tracking who Noctis and Regis spent time with, making diplomatic calculations and careful adjustments as he went—coordinated, as always, with elegant table manners and witty repartee.  Still, by the time the party moved into the ballroom for dancing, Ignis was grateful for the break.

Read the rest on AO3!

[thelegendarynoctgar]

4. ‘Come here. Let me fix it.’

Pairing: Ravnea

Setting: Canon

Rating: SFW

Written for: AccursedSpatula!

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Requests are open!

It’s already night time when Aranea comes back to their base with her squad, avoiding the hordes of daemons that appear at sundown by a matter of minutes.

She hears screams as she’s headed to her quarters, full of bitter, spiteful rage. No one dares approaching the tent it’s emanating from. And with a quick peek, she immediately knows why.

Ravus.

Of course it’s Ravus.

She stands still for a second, trying to assess what he’s angry about, this time, and whether it’s worth engaging at all.

She decides to check up on him when she makes out what sounds like a sob out of all the screams, quick and easily missed.

She should probably knock, should probably bow and call him ‘Highness’ in a soft and caring voice as she enters the tent, like all the others do, but she hasn’t bothered with any of those frivolities in a long time, and Ravus wouldn’t let her even if she tried.

They’re way past that, after all.

‘Hey,’ she simply says, carefully closing the flap behind her, as if it made any difference. She finds him trying to reach the back of his Magitek arm, a screwdriver in his free hand and a furious scowl taking over all of his face.

‘Go away,’ he spits when he sees her, then turns around and throws the screwdriver towards the wall of the tent with enough force to rip a hole in it before pacing.

‘What’s wrong? Can I help?’

‘I said go away,’ he snarls, towering her with all his height, a futile attempt at intimidating her. It has never worked on her. Ever.

‘Hey. Listen, dipshit, you gonna keep throwing your little temper tantrum or do you want to tell me what the deal is?’ she spits, pushing him onto the bed.

He doesn’t even try to resist it, slumps onto the mattress immediately and rests his head in his right hand.

‘I... damaged my arm in combat earlier today,’ he says without looking at her. ‘I need to take it off so I can fix it, but I can’t reach the screws at the back,’ he mumbles, carefully staring at his feet the entire time.

She scoffs as she walks towards the wall to retrieve the discarded screwdriver, and pushes him further onto the bed, climbing behind him, sitting on the mattress with her legs crossed.

‘Let me guess: too proud to ask anyone else for help?’

He stays quiet, waiting for her to get started, still avoiding her eyes.

‘C’mere,’ she sighs with a smile, extending an arm towards him, ‘let me fix it.’

He hesitates for a beat, face clenched as if trying to push away anything that might give away how miserable he truly feels, then pushes himself further onto the bed with a shuddering sigh.

She grabs his arm without warning, and it’s upsetting, somehow, that knee-jerk reaction at the touch, ready to fight back, ready to jump, all claws out, until he realises she means him no harm.

She gets to work in silence, taking care of each screw one by one, meticulously setting each of them on the blanket next to her as she gets to the next one. Ravus doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound, except for the sharp, pained inhales when she misses the head of a screw or bangs on the metallic prosthetic arm a touch too close to his shoulder.

It isn’t the first time this happens, isn’t the first time they go through this entire process, where Ravus falls silent, where she’ll hum a quiet song as he slowly lets go of the tension in his shoulders, as he sinks into her, cautiously at first, then without a care, eyes closed, where his nose inevitably finds the curve of her neck, and only then does he start to calm down, to forget about where he is, forget about everything that’s gone wrong, everything that he’s done wrong, everything that’s to come.

It’s only the two of them, then, Ravus and Aranea, thick as thieves, oldest of friends, sometimes more, but never for too long.

She’s removed all the necessary screws before long, and she slowly pulls at the metallic arm. He doesn’t say a word, but she notices that frown again, back at long last. She stops, then, runs her long fingers through his hair, combing it back, mindlessly scratching at his scalp like she would a scared animal.

It works, if only for a while, until she needs to pull at the limb again, one sharp tug, one sharp cry.

‘Does it hurt?’ she asks once the arm has been tossed to the side, as she brushes feather-light fingers at the burned, swollen skin of his shoulder, where his real arm used to be.

He looks at her for a long time, eyebrows furrowed, until his face relaxes slowly the longer she holds his gaze, morphing into a pain that’s more visceral than angry. And he’s back, right then and there, the Ravus she knows, the Ravus she knows less and less, these days, the Ravus who loves her, the one she loves, too, the one only a select few have ever known, most of which are long dead.

‘Yes,’ he whispers, staring at his fingers.

She doesn’t ask him if he needs a potion, doesn’t ask if there’s anything she can do, doesn’t ask him the stupid questions they both already know the answers to.

She helps him undress, instead. Combs his hair back, kisses his forehead, his temples, the tip of his lips,slowly, softly,

The Ravus she knows is well beyond fixing, but she knows how to numb his pain away, if for a little while.

[chocobro-hijinks]

Alternate Ending timeline: Loqi drinking in a hotel bar after the Leviathan fiasco, he’s finally off the clock, the city is in ruins, and there’s one Aranea Highwind trying to barter with the receptionist for a room in the Leville.

Hearing the receptionist practically beg her to stop asking because they are way over capacity, Loqi takes a gulp of liquid courage and invites her over to his room. It was gentlemanly of him because he could only get a room with two beds (the last room available) and it’s not like he was inviting her over for lewd things or anything b-baka!

Aranea tells him there’s someone with her, Loqi hardly has time to feel his heart drop before it’s made clear that ‘someone’ was none other than the high commander Ravus, crying his eyes out over his sister.

Loqi helps Aranea walk him to their now shared room, trying hard not to think too much about how both his crushes are going to be sleeping not two feet away from him all night.

[rinegadetales]

Kanra’s Top 17 of 2017

I’ve been pretty productive this year in my writing, and whilst musing mostly to myself on Twitter, I decided that it would be neat if I did a Top 17 of 2017 with different categories and such for writers. 

...the problem with that, I quickly realized, is that I’m complete garbage at reading and I think I’ve only actually read ten fics and mostly from the same small handful of people, so, that’s not really fun, is it? I promise I’ll get better at reading for the upcoming year and better support my friends and fellow writers. 

So then, that leaves me with my own work. As I previously stated, this was a relatively productive year for me as far as writing. I would have loved to have gotten more done, and that is something else I’m going to be working towards in 2018. I’ll have more details on that in a later post, but for now, here is a list, in no particular order, of my Top 17 fics and drabbles I wrote in 2017. They aren’t necessarily my best, but they are my favorites. 

I’ve only included pieces that are complete or have no active additions to them, (though I do plan on expanding upon a few in 2018.)

Dawning (Ignis/Noctis) - (read on AO3) Seaside Sayonara (Noctis/Prompto) Illustrious Accord (Edgar/Noctis) Tried for Treason (Ravus/Aranea) Tinctures (Ignis/Noctis) Stolen Gifts (Clarus/Regis) The Healing Light of the Oracle (Nyx/Lunafreya) You Can’t Own the Sun (Ignis/Prompto) Distant Comfort (Nyx/Lunafreya) Black Dawn (Noctis/Prompto) - (read on AO3) High-Class Fashion (Ignis/Aranea) Raw Shot (Nyx/Prompto) Outside the Fields of Tenebrae (Nyx/Lunafreya) Crazy Beautiful (Nyx/Lunafreya) Cinder (Nyx/Lunafreya) Contact High (Noctis/Prompto) - (read on AO3) The Prince’s Favorite (Noctis/Prompto)

[bladesandstars]

10 Favorites from 2018

In 2018, I wrote 166,124 words that I posted on AO3, plus another 27,941 that I've written but not posted yet! I did an earlier post of my fics with the most kudos, but I'm going to love up some of my own favorites too. List under the cut!

Thank you if you read any of these, offered comments or kudos or flailed with me on how to write the damn words! Fellow creators, I would love to see your own most-loved works of 2018 - tag me if you make a post!

Lucis Military Academy (Aranea/Crowe, ratings from G to E). This series is special to me for a lot of reasons. It kicked off my adoration for Aranea/Crowe as a pairing, it helped me develop a backstory for Aranea, and I got to create and flesh out sort of a canon-adjacent AU 10 years before game events -  I still love it a lot (and yes, I do intend to finish it, I promise!).

Disarmed (Ignis/Nyx, ratings from T to E). Another series favorite (because 2018 was also about learning how to plan/write something other than oneshots!). Ignyx quickly became a top-tier beloved pairing for me and this was another chance to play with pre-canon events. I love these boys a whole lot and I hope it shows. 

Flare (Prompto/Aranea, E). 2018's rarepair week inspired some fics I love, like this one, a short World of Ruin Promnea featuring BAMF!Prompto. 

Détente (Ignis/Ravus, E). Rarepair week also inspired my first try at Fleurentia, and, well - I ended up loving them a lot! ("trade deals are sexy I promise" - classic tag).

Conspire Against the Odds (Fleurentia, ratings from T to E). I loved Fleurentia so much I ended up collaborating with the wonderful @tinyconfectionary on this ongoing college AU with many other fun rarepairs too.

until the last note fades (Gladio/Ignis, Crownyx, T for now). I dove into another AU with several of my stalwart favorite things: Gladnis, slow burn, guitars, and more rarepairs (eventually). This is a rockband AU, ongoing, and I love the title because I stole it from myself.

A Delicate Balance (Ravus/Aranea, E). Kinktober turned into Ravneatober with this very NSFW, multi-kink three-parter. I had a lot of fun with this one and it just solidified my love for both characters and for this pairing.

Pure Morning (Aranea/Ignis/boots, E). I'll always love Highspecs, and though my current longfic for them is still unpublished, I can't help but write oneshots here and there.

Lemonade Kisses (Gladio/Luna/Noctis, E). Farm AU oneshot where my eternal thirst and love for Luna and Gladio thrived and Noctis entered the scene as dangerously sexy (hasn't left, really). 

Equal and Opposite (Cor/Aranea, M). Cornea turned out to be a REALLY fun dynamic and I loved writing this.

[bladesandstars]

last line tag

He realizes, now, what his punishment is, and quivers a little awaiting the next bit of Aranea's exquisite torture.

Not tagging because I am supposed to be edit-sprinting! Thank you folks who tagged me! If you see this and want to do it, I tag you!