So, several weeks ago, I asked which of my upcoming fanfiction titles attracted you the most. “Be He Worthy” was voted for the most. However, I still haven’t been able to upload the first chapter yet. I keep editing and adding. Though, since you guys have been waiting for a little while already, I wanted to give you a little preview (find below) ! Please, tell me what you think! :D
The quiet, hesitant knock on the door told the King exactly who it was on the other side of the door. Glancing up from his papers, he took note of the time and realized his son was already running late. He sighed, already tired despite the early hour of the day and pushed aside his work. A small break, however inconvenient, Mors nonetheless appreciated. “Come in,” The King called and not a second later, the sole heir to the Lucian throne showed his face. The boy stepped inside, wordlessly, with eyes averted, and closed the door behind him before anyone could follow. It also told Mors that this meeting was going to take longer than he would like and that the boy, apparently, needed them to have some sort of privacy. Regis bowed the moment their eyes met, knowing that, no matter the privacy they enjoyed now, Mors always ensured formalities were followed.
“Father,” Regis greeted.
“Son,” Mors said.
Silence fell between them, neither of them comfortable, but the elder of them managed to hide his discomfort behind a stoic mask, the younger would probably hold his breath until he passed out, or until Mors decided to speak up - the boy would never dare to do so himself. Folding his hands together, glancing down at the shimmering, cold light the Ring of the Lucii had held for an eternity, the King eventually asked; “I take it you’re ready for your journey?”
Mors already knew the answer to that, but at least he attempted to hurry this along, the sooner they were out of each other’s presence, the better. Besides, Regis only came to his office, interrupted his work, when he had nowhere else to turn to and this… visit was merely a formality, a chance to say goodbye, even though they had already done so in the public eye yesterday. Sentimentality. It was the main force that drove his son, Mors believed.
“Yes, father,” Regis answered meekly. “we’re all packed and ready to go. I just-,” He swallowed, as if he didn’t want the words that crawled up his throat to escape, apparently it didn’t work. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”
Well, his son didn’t disappoint. Sentimentality. Mors merely crooked a brow, and the minor change in his blank expression was enough to let the colour drain from Regis’ face. “We already did, I believe,” The King said, but sounded surprisingly… gentle, even to himself. “yesterday,” He continued when his son remained silent. “You ought to remember; the whole court was there.”
A very small, very hesitant smile spread across the Prince’s lips. “I do,” Regis said. “but I wanted,” He trailed off again, hands twitching at his side, as if he wanted to let them express his lack of explanation. He would simply have shrugged, if he were not in the presence of his father.
Mors could no longer stand the rather sad sight and decided to bring his conversation - if one could call it that - to an end. “Yes,” He said, as if he understood what his son had meant to say, but if he did would forever remain a question neither of them knew the answer to. “but I don’t think it necessary. We both have more important things to do.” The King leveled his son with a look. “You do realize how important your task is, don’t you?”
The boy had no colour left to lose, but somehow he did, as the blood froze in his veins. Green, terrified eyes widened at the question in shock, but other than that, Regis remained composure, or so Mors would have thought… Yet, there seemed to boil something just beneath the surface, if the reaction of his son was something to go by; “Of course, I do.” He almost spat and Mors suspected his son might actually be insulted by the fact his father thought so little of him. Needless to say, the King was not impressed with his tone of voice and he told his son so by a simple, slight raise of his brows. It was enough to let Regis deflate in mere seconds and the Prince cleared his throat awkwardly. “Of course, I do,” He repeated, with much less heat this time.
“Do you?” The King asked - challenged - and looked the boy up and down with scrutiny. Regis was tall, but despite his height, he lacked a towering presence. Perhaps it was because of his slender frame: long, toned limbs, but no actual bulk of muscles no matter the years of training. He had widened a little through the shoulders and chest in the last few years, but other than that he was all sharp angles and intensely coloured eyes which often did all the talking for him. “Because if you do, then I suppose I don't have to tell you that failing is not an option.”
Regis looked taken aback, but apparently not enough to be lost for words. “I know,” He said and it didn’t escape Mors how desperate his son sounded. “I know what is at stake. This is the lives of our people we’re talking about and I don’t take their wellbeing lightly. This war needs to end, one way or another, and I want to do everything I can to help.”
“You’re not just helping, Regis,” Mors said. “you are to play an active role in his war. A war which Lucis cannot afford to lose.”
“We won’t,” The boy began, but the King cut him off.
“That is just wishful thinking. You certainly won’t win a war with that!”
“I know that!” Regis protested. “I didn’t,”
“You certainly seem to know a lot, but you never actually act like you do.”
It was more than enough to stun his son to silence. Regis could far too easily be played, especially when confronted with his own insecurities and it wasn’t below Mors to use those to his advantage. Perhaps, it was time for Regis to finally see the truth - the actual truth. Yet, the King had to give his son credit when deserved, because Regis kept his face straight, even though the words clearly had hit home. In the end, the boy even dared to ask; “Why send me on this mission if you have no faith in me anyway?”
Mors knew the boy was smart, perhaps even smarter than Mors thought himself to be, but doubt and unreasonable fear ruled his son’s otherwise quick mind. The King let out a tired, uncharacteristic sigh and impatiently snapped; “Because you have to prove your worth somehow!”
Yass! This is exactly what I needed to get some much needed inspiration for a few of my future fanfic's! Featuring, of course, youngadult!reggie and teenage!cor 🥰
I have several FFXV fanfic’s that can be uploaded soon. Most of these are oneshots. Of course, I am proud of each and every one of them. So, I am letting you guys choose which I upload first. Here are some options:
1) The Remake
2) Be He Worthy
3) Made of Iron
4) Back To The Future
5) Fleeting Memories
I am currently working on my first chapter of an old FFXV fanfiction I posted on AO3 before (like years ago!). Though, being no native English speaker myself, I am... insecure about my spelling and grammer. So, that brings me here; looking for a beta reader! Are you someone who enjoys reading, writing and loves fanfiction? Are you a big fan of FFXV? Great! Just shoot me a message if you’re interested! :D
(I have a story where Maedhros sees light for the first time and ekalita-blr made amazing art of it!)-outofangband
Hí there again! I have read both the fanfiction and seen the art. Both are very beautiful! Thanks for the suggestion though! I suppose there just needs to be even more of it! xD
Far too late, since this has been up a week, but I am still so happy that @breakfastteatime made my request into this awesome fic! Please guys, check her out, she is a amazing writer! 😍
Hí! I am sorry to hear you're not feeling well and have to miss your concert! I hope you feel better soon! So, I am working on my FFXV fanfiction and was hoping you might have some tips for me? You know, some writing tips or how you imagen the characters of the game? Noct and Regis are my absolute favorites! What about you? ^V^
Thank you! <3 I’ll be better tomorrow I’m sure ^_^ Thankfully I play in the second violin section, so they won’t be missing me!
First fic, how exciting! :D
My writing tips are:
1) get that first draft down as fast as you can.
2) EDIT EDIT EDIT. I tend to do a ‘big picture’ edit first, cleaning up plot inconsistencies or expanding scenes first, then I’ll tweak character voice and dialogue, and finally I get into the nitty gritty typos / rewriting sentences part.
3) HAVE FUN!
As for how I imagine the characters, I try to keep them as close to their game selves as possible. If I’m in doubt, I’ll go back and play through the game or rewatch Brotherhood. I also make sure in dialgoue they don’t use each other’s names constantly because it’s really unrealistic. We don’t do it in real life, so I don’t do it in my writing either.
Noctis is definitely my favourite (hahaha, can you tell?) followed very closely by Ignis. I love Regis too. Can’t ever resist a good fatherly fic ;)
Thank you so much for the anwser and the good advice! When I get inspiration, I get excited and end up uploading stuff too soon. Which might be a shame, since I don’t re-read my work and miss typos or other small mistakes.
I have played the game countless times, yet still cannot get over the ending, but still find it difficult sometimes to write the personailities of the characters down. Especially Noctis, since he seems to have so many layers of emotions and complicated feelings and thoughts. My fanfic’s, I have idea’s for more, mostly play out in the Brotherhood era, in which I can more easily throw in my own idea’s for the characters. The close friendship between Noctis and Prompto is one of my favorite things to write about!
Yup, Noctis is my favorite (and yeah, I could tell, now that you say it xD), but Regis holds a special place in my heart too. Since Episode Ignis however, I like him much, much better too! Such a devoted, caring friend, man, I wish I had such a friend too!
The fanfic I am about to post on AO3 is called “Guilt and Helplessness”, which is a fic written in the Brotherhood era, where Prompto has to deal with the fact that has gotten his newly, best friend hurt in perhaps the worst way possible! <– Just a little spoiler! ;)
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