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2022 Glaiveweek Day 5: Intelligence- Pressure Points

Hi! This is waaaaay late, but I do intend to finish these. Life got a lil in the way! Here is day 5! 

Characters: Tredd, Pelna, Sonitus, background drautos

Rating: Fluff

Summary: One should never make it a goal to be hugged by a cactaur. But should that goal be achieved, a good medic is highly recommended. 

Pelna snickered and tried his best to hurry without breaking into a run. Was he a bad person for enjoying someone else's pain? Maybe. But it was so very deserved. 

Sunlight drenched the dusty plains of Leide. They had been sent on intel of empire scouts in the area. The rumor of magitek advancing was false, but the people needed their help culling the usual beasties, and the things the regular hunters wouldn't dare chase. 

Drautos was quick to dispatch his glaives, saying they needed a work out. After dispatching their first targets, a few glaives got cocky. After all, what creatures could stand the wrath of the kingsglaive? 

Pelna had to choke back his giggles. Wrath of the kingsglaive! The so-called wrath of the glaives squealed like a baby anak when a cactaur snuck up behind him and gave him a great big hug. 

Tredd was an ass, but a proud ass. He couldn't use a potion without getting out the needles first, and couldn't get them out himself. That meant he had to get help without the captain finding out…or the rest of the glaive. Not many places to hide on the plains. 

He hurried forward. Sonitus offered to teach him a new type of healing spell if he was able to hurry and get supplies and run back. While keeping his mouth shut. 

Pelna tried. He really, really did. He didn't say a cursed thing, but could not keep the grin off his face. Nyx, Lib, and Crowe looked at him like he was crazy. Scampering about in the heat in full armor while having the gall to look gleeful about it. 

He slipped into the med tent to see Sonitus carefully peeling Tredd's armor off. Pelna didn't know whether to laugh or wince up close. Long iridescent needles had gone through Furia's coat and into his skin.  It was true that most of the needles were stopped by the armor, but not all. Tredd bit down hard on a rag to keep from making noise. This had to be a stealth operation- the captain was two tents over. 

Pelna put the supplies down on the exam table and got to work. Plantain grew wild all over here- the salve made from it would be antimicrobial. It would hold until they reached insomnia, as long as the idiot in question took it easy. Pelna grabbed a mortar and pestle, getting to work while watching the show. 

"Really, really stupid. If they work into a pressure point or organ, I have to report this to get you proper medical care." Sonitus growled. 

Tredd didn't dare answer until his jacket was off, lest he make too much noise. His coat was almost off. Sonitus winced at the sight of Tredd's skin on the other side. Pelna raised an eyebrow, then winced himself as the jacket came fully off. 

It looked like a rash at first glance. Tiny little red marks where needles had made it through the coat, and angry skin where they were then ripped out. Upon closer inspection, long translucent needles still rose from his back in places. Pelna was suddenly glad he didn't have to pull those out. 

"Breaktime. Drink some water while we get ready. " Sonitus turned to the first aid gear after carefully hanging up the mutilated jacket. 

Pelna turned to Sonitus, offering the lumpy paste up for inspection. Sonitus nodded, gesturing for the redheaded pincushion to resume his position. 

"The trick is to ease the skin off the barbs, while not breaking the needle or touching the tips." 

Pelna nodded, fascinated. Sonitus pulled up gently, yet firmly on an embedded needle just below Tredd's kidneys. It slid out smoothly, a tiny bead of blood blooming from the open hole. 

"The spell is for small wounds only. And clean, fresh ones at that."

Pelna nodded excitedly. Finally! Sonitus grew a flame in his hand. It danced low on his palm, soft and buttery. It shunk lower and lower, until no flame was left, but a teensy glow remained on the upturned palm. Pelna watched hard- the control to do this had to be exquisite. 

Sonitus gently pressed his palm to the angry spot, and wiped the bead of blood away with gauze. No hole remained on the skin. 

Pelna gaped. No way. Fire couldn't heal. Sonitus dabbed a bit of the plantain salve on the spot, rubbing it in gently. 

"The trick is just enough magic. Flame is too much. Letting it splutter out is too little. The spark of magic is just right." 

"What if you hit organs? His kidneys and spine are right there-" 

"Then proper medical attention is needed. This is the barest of patches while we hold this idiot" -a rumble of irritation from the injured party- "together until we return to Insomnia. This is only for papercuts or needle wounds. It will not hold anything bigger." 

"What if you add more force-"

"Then it's just straight cauterization." 

Pelna harrumphed, but dutifully collected the needles in a bowl while Sonitus worked them out and sealed the wounds. 

"What if they are in a pressure point?" 

Sonitus paused after removing another needle. The man deliberated, eyes roving critically, before locking onto a glimmering shaft lodged just above Tredd's scapula. 

"A pressure point has the capacity to heal and harm. It depends on how you use the point." Sonitus plucked the needle smoothly, dropping it into the bowl with a soft clink. 

"These are needles, and ones not dug harshly in. His jacket saved him there. To prevent point blockage, and therefore energy blockage, we need to gently massage the point and its meridian after sealing the wound." 

Pelna nodded, twitching. He should be taking notes. 

"The shoulder point here lies on the triple warmer meridian- it regulates temperature.  If harmed or blocked, Tredd's temperature will rise. If stimulated, he will be more adaptive to his surroundings." Sonitus softly traced low on Tredd's lumbar, along his spine, up and over the scapula, down his shoulder to the arm, and lower until the ring finger. The redhead in question shivered minutely, relaxing further into the exam table. 

"May I take notes?" 

"Sure. Just be sure to ask before actually practicing yourself. Acupuncture with someone untrained is just playing darts with a consenting victim." 

Pelna nodded enthusiastically, jotting as fast as he could. Heart, liver, kidneys, governing, intestines, triple warmer…Sonitus rubbed his palms over Tredd's back, massaging the energy pathways. Save the governing channel- (the spine and skull) the meridians move up the torso, across the shoulders and down the arms to the fingertips, bilaterally. One meridian for each side. 

Pelna sketched rough outlines of the meridians and what points Tredd had managed to land needles in. The Furia was lucky- no major points or organs were hit, and Sonitus was able to patch him up with relative ease. The full meridian massage was more for Pelna’s benefit, but as they concluded, Sonitus noted that their patient had nearly dozed off under the weight of the extended massage. 

Pelna glanced up from his notes to see the elder glaive smirk and make a silent shushing motion, pantomiming, rubbing his own eyelids and temples, before turning to their patient. The Khara’s eyes widened- Sonitus reached forward, as if to cup Tredd’s face, and repeated the exact motion. The Furia gave a soft whine, going completely boneless in his grasp. Sontus kept it up for a minute, then carefully relaxed his hold and brushed his finger over his patient’s throat. Slow pulse, steady, low breathing. Asleep. 

“We may speak at a low volume. He’s out.” 

“What in the fires was that? He just passed out-” 

“Acupressure and massage are powerful things, youngling. Remember that.” Sonitus chuckled, mussing up Pelna’s dark hair. The young glaive chuckled and set the bowl of needles down. 

“Try getting the needles out of his armor while I clean up. It takes a certain pressure to remove them in one piece without stabbing yourself. I’m going to check to see if the coast is still clear.” 

Pelna nodded enthusiastically, settling with the pincushioned jacket, practicing. 

“We should go soon, before anyone notices we have been gone.” Pelna glanced up to Sonitus entering the tent. Nodding, the young glaive stood, stretching. He had gotten most of the needles, Tredd could do the rest. Pelna gently shook Tredd’s shoulder. 

The glaive murmured sleepily and buried his face into his crossed forearms. Pelna smirked, shaking a little harder. The glaive rumbled unhappily. He finally awoke when Sonitus began feeling over his back, searching for any last stragglers. 

“Whasit?...” Came the garbled question. 

“Looking for stragglers.” Sonitus replied, feeling over his shoulders, drifting down to his sides. 

Tredd  twitched. Sonitus raised an eyebrow, beginning to feel the area with more intent. 

"More needles in there? We need to get them out." 

"No! Nothing there. You just…surprised me is all." 

Sonitus scoffed, not believing him for a minute. Pelna watched with a growing smile as Sonitus searched an increasingly twitchy Furia. 

"Will you stop moving? You made it this far, why are you having issues now?" 

"M'not!" 

Sonitus growled in frustration and kneaded into the Furia's sides, searching for the wayward needle. Said Furia made a strangled squeak as his arms crashed down tight against his sides, trapping Sonitus's hands there. 

"No! I'm fine!" 

"If you don't lift your arms up right now i'm going to cuff you to the fires-damned table-"

"I know what's happening." Pelna cut in, grinning. 

"Nothing is happen-" Tredd choked as Pelna began worming his fingers under Tredd's arms to his sides. The glaive squirmed, desperately fighting the grin overcoming his snarl. 

"There's a sensitive spot in here, isn't there? We would be bad friends if we didn't find it. Right, Tredd?" Pelna snickered. 

The glaive in question vibrated with silent laughter, struggling to remain still and quiet. Pelna smirked and kneaded harder, forcing a strangled giggle out of the glaive. Sonitus blinked in surprise- then gave an evil chuckle and started tickling in earnest. 

"Guys! Lehehet goho-!" 

"Not until we are certain no needles remain." 

"There's noho mohore!" 

"Shh! Don't want the captain to come in here, now do we?" 

Tredd tried to stay quiet, he really, really did. But karma and his comrades were not on his side that day. 

Sonitus found a spot just below his floating ribs that had him cackling into the exam table. Sweet, sweet vengeance. Pinning their target to the table, Pelna and Sonitus tickled at the spot viciously, years of assholery finally being paid for. 

 Amidst the kerfuffle Sonitus found a spot that had the redhead jackknifing up off the table- overbalancing the exam table in the process, landing in a giggling heap at their feet. 

A frustrated growl emanated from two tents over. The three glaives were out of the medical tent in a flash, hiding behind the sleeping caravan. 

"Nothing happened, agreed?" 

"Sure thing, giggles."

[glaiveweek]

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[jazzraft]

renascence.

@glaiveweek 2020 | day 1 | sunrise

Nyx could have been okay with being dead.

It’s what he’d wanted. It’d been his choice, his sacrifice to make. He’d been happy to do it, happy to finally feel like he really was the hero they said he was for all those years. He’d done his duty, paid his penance, and now he could finally bury his guilt down with his bones.

But, well, if he’d thought the Lucii were the biggest jokes to bargain with death in Lucian lore, no one had introduced him to the Astrals. Because wouldn’t you know it? Not even the gods themselves would let him die.

He didn’t know why he was back – and he certainly wasn’t about to ask how. Comprehending the logistics of mortality surrounding that whole process was way beyond his paygrade. He wasn’t brought back to philosophize, he was brought back to fight… At least, he could only guess. Everybody was left to just guess. He wasn’t the only one chosen to return in the name of the King. Some glaives he knew, some he’d never met, all of them from different circumstances in life, yet all sharing the same fate in death.

Some said it was the Draconian himself, the guardian which had emblazoned the Kingsglaive sigil, that called the fallen back from the other side to ensure there was a kingdom left for the Chosen to save in this new world of darkness. Some said it was the last of the old king’s will that did it, the phantoms of his magic coursing through their veins to fight for his heir. Some said it was just a cruel joke of the universe – maybe even the Accursed, if he had that power – that decided their bodies were better served as battering rams than as fertilizer for this dying world.

Nyx didn’t know what to think. He just knew that he was back, the world he’d died to save had gone to shit, and that, while he could have been okay with being dead, he was not okay with being dead for nothing.

So he kept fighting. He caught up with Libertus in Lestallum – they cried together for a couple hours – and he fought for him. He found Crowe, back from the dead and scrambling to keep a supply truck on track in the middle of Duscae, cried some more with Libs over that, then he fought for her. He found the ghost of his sister in his dreams again, forgiving him for outliving her, making him promise not to shed another tear for her, and he fought to make her proud. He fought for the young king he remembered from so long ago, who he could have never imagined would grow up to be their savior.

He fought and he fought and when it felt like he might die a second time, he fought to stay alive. Because he was not going to die again without leaving behind a sunrise for the people he loved. He fought for Libertus to finally see home again. He fought for Crowe to finally have the life she deserved. He fought for his fallen king, fought to honor the sacrifice he hadn’t yet understood before. He fought for the memory of the Oracle, who if he’d only known what he was sending her off to, he would have fought harder for.

He fought right up to the return of the Chosen King. For that sulky kid, haunting the hallways of the Citadel, shuffling along in his father’s shadow. Now, he walked tall and sure back into the kingdom he was destined to redeem. Now, it was King Noctis’s turn to fight.

This was one battle Nyx couldn’t fight.

When the sun finally broke over Lucis after ten years of darkness, the first rays weren’t a relief. Nyx stood with his glaive, comrades old and new, all staring at the steps of the Citadel, and they waited for their king. It might have been a god or a ghost that brought them all back, but it was the king they all served. It was his kingdom they all fought for. What was the point if there was no king left to lead it into the light?

Nyx didn’t feel more alive than when he saw four men appear at the steps. He’d been brought back from the dead ten years ago, but it was only right then, as the Kingsglaive cheered around him for the King of Light, that he felt like he could actually live again. Everything he’d died for hadn’t been for nothing, and everything he got to live for was worth the wait it took to get there.

He died seeing his last sunrise. Now, he got to live to see his first.

[niaswish]

The way they are

Day 5: Elements

Rating: Gen. No warning applies. Character analysis of sorts.

Summary: Nyx loved Fire. Pelna knew the Water. Libertus stood firm on the Earth. Crowe knew the taste of the Air.

Fire

Nyx loved fire, always had. It was warmth and safety during his childhood, chasing away the monsters and beasts that crept in the dark. It was the love between his parents, passionate and all encompassing. It was the snarky words from his sister, vicious and temporary.

Even when the fires of war approached Galahd, Nyx wasn’t worried. Fire might burn somethings away but it also renewed the grounds and allowed for new growth. It certainly pushed Nyx and his friends to new heights as they found themselves in Insomnia, refugees from a war they had no part in.

Water

Water in Galahd was always on the move lest it becomes murky and full of sickness. The rivers that ran through them carved their riverbeds decade by decade with endless patience and relentlessness. Pelna enjoyed following its path and watching the results of that patience.

His life had always been by the water and on it. Be it the ocean’s wave or the river’s current, Pelna had learnt long ago how to ride with them. Through gale and storm, Pelna bowed where needed and kept his patience close at hand. It was the relentless pursuit of the water that forced all to give way before it. And in a war not of their own making, Pelna would show them what happened to those who stand in the way of the relentless water.

Earth

For as long as he could remember, Libertus had always been the biggest kid then adult around. Not the tallest or strongest, simply the biggest. He’d learnt early on that it meant people would judge him on it, think him scary or mean because of his build. And Libertus had taken that lesson and promised himself never to let it make him mean.

It helped that after that initial reaction, people saw how quickly he jumped to help others without asking for anything in return. When Libertus decided something, he dug his feet into the ground and di all he could to attain his goal, regardless of what that goal might be. Nyx and Crowe liked to rib him about being stubborn but Libertus preferred to think of it as being true to his word. And when Niflheim came knocking on their door, Libertus swore to keep what remained of his family safe.

No matter what he needs to do to accomplish that.

Air

The air always tasted different depending on where you were in Galahd. Standing by the ocean brought salt into the air while the jungle air was full of water and flowers. A good storm brought with it the static taste of ozone while the calm breeze brought with it a variety of smells and tastes. Crowe had always been able to taste the difference in the air, as had her mother and grandmother and theirs as well.

Crowe had been brought up with the knowledge of the air’s taste, of how eavery change in it meant a change in the weather. She ran with her mother and aunts through each island, learning and warning of the changes as they went. She never stayed in one place for long, always moving to the next town, always seeking the newest taste. And while everything around her changed, Crowe never forgot those who helped her.

Crowe smiled as she filled the taste of the air with fire and lightning. Niflheim did not know the taste of the air so she would teach them how it burnt.

[rolerei]

@glaiveweek day 4, Moments of Life / Sleep Deprivation / Reflection

Title: Lazarus

Rating: Gen

Characters: Luche Lazarus, Libertus Ostium

Additional tags: World of Ruins, POV Second Person, Memory Loss

Summary: Luche woke up in the world of constant darkness and had no recollection of how he got there - or who he was.

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You had no recollection of what had happened. The only thing you remembered was waking up, and everything was dark. You looked up to the sky and saw that it was both moonless and starless.

That's odd , you thought, all the while moving to sit up. The grass tickled at your elbows. It was only until your eyes adjusted to the darkness did you realize that you were in some sort of a field.

How the hell did you get here? You tried to dig deep into your memories to find the answer, but you came up with nothing.

Before you could think further, however, a low growl somewhere to your right caught your attention. You turned quickly and saw a pair of red eyes glowing in the dark, surrounded by hulking shadows. The shadows and the eyes moved, and your heart skipped a beat.

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[kanawolf]

@glaiveweek

 Day 1 - General Theme:  Sunrise

           Specific Prompts: Rebuilding // Time of Mourning // Time of Healing

(Day 3 - General Theme: Alternate Universe (AU) )

Title: In the Wreckage

Rating: PG - 13

Warnings/Reasons: Descriptions of Injuries, Swearing

Characters: Tredd Furia, Luche Lazarus, Kayden Undare (OC), other Glaives mentioned/

Summary: As the sun rises over the ruins of Insomnia, Tredd and Luche pull themselves out of the wreckage and find their best friend amongst the rubble, bloody, beaten, yet still alive, even after beating the infamous General Glauca. They bring her someplace safe, and fall asleep after the sun rises. Heavily AU and Headcanon inspired.

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Looking through the city street, Tredd grimaced. The corpses of people and the diamond weapons were littered throughout. The Old Wall was broken.

Tearing a piece of cloth of someones’ coat, he bandaged his arm and ignored his aching head. He had heard the order from Drautos over his earpiece. Making his way through, he was surprised when his phone buzzed.

[ txt ] Luch: Where are you?

[ txt ] Luch: I need help.

Staring at his phone, he wondered how Luche survived. He had seen the airships fall out of the sky, and he had known Luche had been on one. Not that it really mattered. At least there was another Glaive alive.

[ txt ] I’m not sure, making my way to the plaza though

[ txt ] Where are you?

[ txt ] Luch: Close to the plaza.

[ txt ] Luch: Can hardly recognize it anymore.

‘Well shit.’ Tredd thought. Catching a still partially upright street sign, he knew he wasn’t far from the plaza. How he was going to get there was another question entirely though. While the wrecked airships and diamond weapons, he had a feeling that if he were on a bridge it would have broken by now. At least he could find a path through the rubble.

If only he could warp.

He didn’t bother trying, not again.

Pulling himself over the rubble, he nearly choked at the sight of the bodies. The crumpled Glaives jackets was all he needed to see.

Until he saw a familiar, and alive, face. Sprinting, fully ignoring the sharp spiking pain through his leg, he grimaced when his knee hit the ground. “Luche!” Grabbing the coat, he rolled Luche over and sighed in relief when he saw one of his best friends hadn’t died. With all that had happened, it felt reasonable to worry.

His stomach churned over the sight of Luche’s blackened veins, the bullet hole in his side and the now slowly oozing blood.

Luche, to his credit, looked only mildly concerned about it. Or perhaps that was worse. They all had suffered physical trauma and learned to compartmentalize and ignore pain.

“Finally showed up Furia. Took you long enough.” Groaning as Tredd pulled him to sitting, he gritted his teeth against the pain.

“Yeah, yeah. You can scold me later. We need to get out of here, before this place starts crawling with Imperial soldiers.” Pulling out his last potion, Tredd gently gave it to Luche. “Think you can stand now?”

Letting the magic heal part of his wounds, Luche took a deep breath. It hurt, but not like it had moments before. Nodding, he pushed himself to his feet and let Tredd pull his arm over his shoulder. Leaning on him, Luche looked in the direction of the bridge. “I don’t know how we’re going to get out. I saw Crowe, Nyx, and Libertus leaving over the bridge, but I think it’s destroyed now. And I lost track of Kayden when Glauca appeared and she decided to fight him.”

“Shit,” Of course she did. It was just like last time, except she had found them last time, not the other way around. “Well, she couldn’t have done much. Hopefully she’s in the plaza.”

Stumbling occasionally as they walked through the streets, Tredd and Luche slid down rubble and into the plaza. The sun was beginning to rise now, more light poured over the streets. It was the light reflecting off metal that caught their attention.

General Glauce lay amongst the ruins. A kukri stuck out of his shoulder, and a lance sized hole in his armor told them what they needed to know.

The crumpled body off to the side, laying in a pool of her own blood cause Tredd to nearly drop Luche as they ran over. Rolling her over, Tredd felt his throat close.

Blood stained her clothes. A gaping cut in her left side still had blood slowly oozing from the wound. A faint shimmer, like water reflecting off light, could be seen over the wound.

But what surprised them the most was the scales. Over her face, neck and wrists, were deep blue scales that had seemingly grown into her skin. Two small horns, one broken, crowned her head.

Sharing a look, both men decided to ask her about it later when she woke up. She had to wake up.

“Kayden. Hey, Kay. Wake up.” Gently shaking her shoulder, Tredd glanced around frantically. She needed medical help, and soon. His gaze landed on an SUV. With any luck, it would still run if hotwired. Patting Luche’s shoulder, he made his way over to it while Luche kept an eye on Kayden.

Watching Tredd limp away, a deeper intake of breath snapped his attention back to Kayden. Seeing her still struggling to breathe, he pulled for the pocket in his coat. He only has an adrenaline shot and one potion left. He hoped they’d be enough.

Giving her the potion, he waited until her eyelids fluttered before feeling like he could breathe again.

Blearily, Kaydens’ eyes opened. The world was sideways, rubble and rust were what she first saw.

“There you are.”

Following the side, she tilted her head. A smile, pained but still there, and she felt her world come into focus more. “Hey Luch. You look like shit.” Chuckling at her own joke, Kayden immediately hissed, grimacing in pain.

Relieved, Luche let himself chuckle, even though he was filled with concern for her. Never before had he seen her with slitted eyes. Gently pulling her up to sit against the wall, he let himself smile in return. “You’re one to talk.” Looking over his shoulder, he hoped Tredd would hurry. There was only so much blood one could lose and survive through sheer force of will. Turning back to look at her, Luche saw her pitch forward.

He didn’t strictly need to catch her though, but he did. Her head on his shoulder, he kept one arm wrapped around her to keep her steady. “Hey now. Don’t pass out on me. We have to make sure Tredd gets a car.”

Chuckling weakly against his shoulder, Kayden nodded. “Yeah, yeah I know. Help me up then?” She knew she was still bleeding, but if she could stand, then maybe they could find Tredd. Seeing the look on his face, she patted his shoulder. “I know I shouldn’t, but we need to go don’t we?”

She had a point, one Luche really couldn’t argue with. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he gritted his teeth against the pain in his side and helped her to standing. Just in time too. A black SUV pulled up, and Tredd lowered himself out. Shaking his head and silently telling Tredd to not ask.

Light glinting off metal caught her eye. Looking past Luche, Kayden grimaced at the sight. She didn’t know how she’d done it. He had always won, and yet she was the one still standing.

Following her gaze, Tredd and Luche shared a look. Wrapping his arm around her waist to help Luche move her, Tredd smiled as gently as he could. “He’s not going anywhere any time soon Kay. You did it.”

“I know.” Her voice was solemn, but she smiled when she looked at her best friends. “How did you find a car that still works?”

Chuckling, Tredd helped get laying down in the back seat. “I have my ways. You know I was always a delinquent.”

Raising an eyebrow, Luche huffed at his friends and shook his head mumbling under his breath, “Of course you were. Why am I not surprised?”

The spluttering from Tredd caused them all to smile when he took the driver's seat and glared at Luche. “How rude. You mind pulling up a map for the nearest outpost while you roast me?”

Nodding, Luche gave him the directions. Keeping an eye on Kayden via the rearview mirror, he saw her nearly nod off a few times. Reaching behind his seat, he smiled in the mirror when she grabbed his hand. “We’ll be there before you know it. Stay awake till we get another potion in you all right?” Seeing her nod, he slumped in his seat.

The radio played quietly in the background. As the sun climbed int’s way into the sky, the exhaustion settled into their bones. Tredd pinched his hand periodically to keep away, taking the roads less traveled, if any even existed, to avoid people and cut their travel time down.

The news of the Kingsglaive's betrayal made him stop. They had all known, how could they not after what they’d seen. But it didn’t stop the news from hurting them. The entire world wouldn’t trust them now. It was enough to make them all shed their jackets after hearing the news.

Pulling into an outpost, Tredd turned the SUV off, letting it die, before finding enough gil between the three of them to get a few potions and a hotel room. Using a potion for himself, he passed two to Luche before climbing into the backseat and administering another two potions to Kayden. Their injuries no longer bleeding, the three climbed the stairs to their room in silence.

Horror, fear, pain, anger. They were drained of all energy. They barely spoke. Crying was unthinkable in the moment. There would be time for mourning later, when they each could muster the energy for it.

Stripping their blood soaked clothes off and tossing them over the shower railing, they looked at each other for a moment. 

Before the men could speak up, Kayden laid down in the middle of the bed and motioned for them to join her. It wasn’t the first time they had all shared a sleeping space, and she doubted it’d be the last, even if it was a slightly tight fit on the king sized bed.

Resting her head against Luche’s shoulder, her arm over his stomach, and her other hand holding Tredds’, Kayden watched alongside them in silence as the sun rose. Luche held Tredd’s other hand as they curled around her protectively. Breaking the silence, Kayden spoke quietly. “What should we do when we wake up?”

Luche, clever as always, hummed in thought. “Survivors are most likely heading for Lestallum as we speak. Crowe, Nyx, and Libertus are probably escorting the Princess there now, and the Prince is heading for Altissia.”

“So, either of those places if we want to keep working,” Tredd added quietly. Looking over Luche and Kayden, he wondered if that was what they should do. He knew that Kayden wouldn’t stop fighting, and Luche wouldn’t stop planning, but sometimes he wished they would. Not that he would stop or leave them.

“My mom is in Altissia.” The quiet admission from Kayden shocked both men. They knew of Kaydens’ family, but she rarely talked about them unless asked directly.

Shaking his head Tredd gently squeezed her hand while Luche gently began running his fingers through her hair. “We’ll figure it out once we all can walk without stumbling again.”

Humming in agreement, the three closed their eyes as the sunlight washed over them, the warmth coaxing them into a deep sleep.

[arlenya]

In trading blows, they somehow, unknowingly found the missing pieces to themselves.

OR

How Luche and Tredd didn’t get off to the best start and managed to become best friends despite that only to slowly fall for each other along the way.

Words: 2948, Chapters 1/1, Language: English

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tredd Furia/Luche Lazarus

Characters: Tredd Furia, Luche Lazarus

Additional Tags: Glaive Week 2019, friends to lovers au, it's kind of a slow burn, which is kinda obvious haha, it's all in the specific AU, there's a bit of swearing going on because it's a thing with these two, Luche is a bit of an asshole, Tredd is a tease, no beta we die like men

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I am SUPER LATE @glaiveweek​.. I am SO SORRY

Fic Title: Chameleon Day Number: 1 Rating: Not rated Main ship: Nyx and Luche Summary:

Nyx is a detective chasing after a VERY elusive burglar who is always one step ahead of him. Things are not always what they seem.

A sort of Cops vs Robbers with the Glaives.

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Axis Arra, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Iris Amicitia, Cindy Aurum Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Game of Thrones References Summary:

An unfortunate chain of events leads to an unassuming glaive answering the call to action.

(So I found out Axis cannonically has three kids and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.)

written in honor of@glaiveweek

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@glaiveweek day 5: Fate change AU. The Oracle Prompto and his Glaives make a pact with Ifrit.

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GlaiveWeek Day 5: Elements

Fic Title: The Monster Within: Chapter 4- Reignition Day Number: Day 5: Elements Rating: T- severe depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts Main ship: CorNyx  Summary: When Cor finds out that Nyx has been unable to use his magic in battle, he immediately knows something is wrong and rushes to be by his side.

As someone who suffers from very severe, debilitating depression and anxiety, I'm not naive enough to believe that love is enough to fix everything. But it is surprising how much having someone who loves you for who you are, and who understands the things you need, can be enough to keep you going through the tough days.  This week has been horrific in so many ways but I’m lucky enough to have someone in my life who is able to reignite my spark, regardless of how much I try to push him away.

Thank you to the one who loves me through everything.  This is for you <3

Written for @glaiveweek

Read on AO3

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Glaiveweek 2020 Day 7- Shoe Stealer

Sorry I’m late with this one! It is pure shenanigans. @glaiveweek

Prompt: Free Choice

Summary: Pelna gets darted while on a scouting mission. Leaving a drugged glaive alone in the largest hospital in Insomnia is not a good idea. Nyx, Crowe, and Luche have to catch him before he gets into more trouble. 

Warnings: Non con drugging. 

Axis hardly dared to breathe- they couldn’t lose stealth, they were so close to freedom...his eyes went wide at the sight of Pelna’s posture. The hooded form leaned back casually, stretching out on the rocks. Axis signaled for him to get his shit together, only to be waved off like a bothersome kid. Axis had enough, dragging Pelna forward along the rocky shelf, they were so fucking close...two more clicks bounced off the rocks, far too close for Axis to enjoy any aspect of the situation. Pelna was a good soldier, why the fuck was he tripping over himself, fighting the mission? They scouted the enemy position, and now had to get the fuck back to safety. His movements got clumsier, and his speech started to slur. Axis worried harder, dragging the stumbling man forward. Almost in warping distance. 

The sniper mechanically reloaded. If the targets managed to be subdued before they got back to camp, the better. If not, well. It was a waiting game. More scouts would provide more opportunities. The sniper took his shot. 

Axis hissed, feeling a scritch of pain as a dart sliced past his bicep, not sinking in deep enough to be painless. He warped, dragging Pelna into nothingness, making the trek back to safety in several leaps. Provided, they were shitty leaps, and the pair ended up in a messy clump at the edge of their squad’s watch. Pelna moaned, struggling to right himself. Axis tried to get up, and a wave of dizziness clouded his senses, forcing the soldier back down. 

The others swarmed over them, checking for injuries. No obvious wounds, but Axis was losing his balance far too much, and Pelna splayed out in the dirt, not caring about any sense of decorum. 

“Darts. Wanted prisoners.” Axis bit out, unbuttoning his coat, searching for the thin wound that burned like a paper cut. Pelna giggled drunkenly as Luche propped him into a sitting position, limbs floppy. 

“Right. We need to get you to the med van further back. Can you walk?” Luche murmured, checking Pelna’s pulse, making the dark-haired glaive giggle when fingers brushed his throat. 

“But you're so comfy, Luche? Moving is hard.” Pelna sighed, leaning back into the stiffening glaive. Luche snorted, hauling the lanky shit to his feet, wrapping an arm around him for stability. Pelna leaned into it, trying to find his footing. He struggled, muscles loose and unresponsive. Pelna whimpered, and stumbled to the ground, squeaking as the dart embedded in his coat poked his ass. He flopped over, squeaking, and Luche plucked the offending cartridge out of his friend. 

“Hmph, we got the casing, need to analyze this. Such a small thing. And it just scratched you, Axis?” Axis nodded, and Luche looked troubled. Axis’s muscles still obeyed him, but the balance just wasn’t there. Sighing, Luche called the squad to gather and retreat. He didn’t want to stick around if the empire wanted them alive. 

Libertus helped Axis along, and arm around his waist. It would take a bit to get back to the fleet vehicles at this pace, but Axis couldn’t go any faster. Luche and Tredd had Pelna between them, the poor thing trying hard, but was growing weaker by the minute. It did not affect his mood through- whatever was in the dart was more than just an anesthetic. Pelna was in a world of his own at this point, eyes tracking things nobody else could see, talking to voices they couldn't hear. He answered questions if you asked directly, but seemed to be quite out of it. The hallucinations did not seem to bother him either, he smiled and chatted happily, relaxing into his friends. 

Tredd thought the whole thing hilarious, even nodding along seriously to the strange conversation Pelna was having with nothing, something to do with which versions of hide and seek were best for training purposes. Luche looked down, hiding his smile at the silliness. Aside from one game that won’t be mentioned, the glaive kept to more standard training methods during work hours. After hours were a secret not to mentioned. 

Back at the mass of fleet vehicles, Tredd jogged off to get a stretcher and some help while Luche held Pelna, who was rapidly losing the fight to stay conscious. Axis was still dizzy, but completely with it. Libertus kept urging him along, he could still walk. Pelna crumpled slowly to the ground as Luche lowered him as gently as he could. It was nearly twenty minutes since he had been darted, and was only starting to pass out now? Luche worried, this was not some simple knock out drug. Those worked in seconds. This thing had layers to it. It made him nervous- checking and rechecking Pelna’s breathing and heart rate. Dark eyes started up at him, hazy and fighting the weight of his lids. 

“Stay with me, Pels. Fight it.” 

“Why?” Pelna groaned, trying to snuggle into Luche’s side. Luche resisted, waiting for the medics. 

“You were drugged, you have to stay with me until you get checked out.” Luche grumbled, shaking the younger glaive, who was trying to squirm his way into his lap. 

“So? It didn’t hurt, and I’m safe...it's comfy…” Pelna sighed sleepily. 

“Please, Pels? For me?” Different approach. 

“Only if I get cuddles all the way home.” Eyes flickered back open, locking gazes. 

“Might need to switch, but I bet I can get you cuddles.” Luche shook his head- everyone knew Khara was the biggest serial cuddler in the Glaive, but this was ridiculous. Whatever. As long as it kept him quiet and happy. 

Pelna actually squeaked and vibrated happily. Luche sat there, eyebrows up, with a fully grown man snuggling into his side, laying his head on his shoulder. He ran a hand back down his slicked hair, ignoring the head rising on his neck.

Nyx and Crowe paused mid stride, helping the others load up. They had seen that Khara had gotten clumsy near the end- live feeds were a glorious thing- but they did not know the extent of his condition. They had ended the stream after the first warp to offer support with them so close. This was bad- he couldn't hold his head up, and was losing the fight to keep his eyes open. 

Tredd brought medics and a stretcher. They gave him a quick physical- Insomnia General would be far more prepared to help, but any info they could radio ahead would help. Blood sample taken, heart rate a little slow- but normal for someone relaxed, oxygen good. The glaive could track a finger with his eyes, once Luche promised more snuggles. Dilation a little sluggish, but there. They deemed him high, and took the used vial for further testing. He would have to wait until they got back for further treatment. 

“What about my snuggles?” Came a piteous whine from the stretcher. Luche rolled his eyes, and the medics laughed. 

“As long as someone makes sure you keep breathing, it's fine by us.” 

Loading the fleet was almost complete, and glaives slipped into the vans, finding spots to sleep on the trip back home. It was now that Pelna conked out, snoring softly on the stretcher. Nyx and Crowe sidled up, eyeing the limp Pelna and the tired Luche. 

“Need some help?” Nyx asked, kneeling by the sleeping glaive.

“Definitely. Especially if you could do me a favor.” Luche groaned, rubbing his temples.

“Depends on the favor.”  Nyx grinned, eyeing his second in command. 

“I promised he could snuggle up with someone on the way home if he behaved.” 

“That's actually really cute, from the both of you. But no.” Nyx snickered, ruffling Luche’s hair. Luche snarled, smoothing it back into place. Nyx’s stance softened as the glaive in question shifted, groaning. The Ulric gestured to the closest van, and he and Crowe loaded Pelna in the main aisle. Tredd raised an eyebrow from his perch at the front, but didn’t protest. Luche, Nyx, and Crowe slid in, positioning themselves comfortably for a long ride. Crowe gestured to the unconscious glaive, and Luche shook his head. Nyx snickered, looking away. 

“A promise is a promise. Besides, a stretcher is a better spot to be on these rocks.” The mage stated, calmly settling in next to Pelna. The man twitched before rolling on his side, offering his back to Crowe. She smirked, wrapping an arm around him, eyes closing. 

Over the next several hours, naps were had by all with Pelna in his stretcher. It was a better ride, and didn’t leave kinks in the neck like the hard bench seats. Every time a switch happened, Pelna would pout sleepily, until a new body was there to hold close, or be held by. Even Tredd gave in, settling down with a sigh, the dark haired man happily sliding into the redhead’s side. Pictures may or may not have been taken. 

Back in Insomnia, Nyx and Luche carried the sleeping Pelna into the hospital, where he was again examined. Nothing was wrong with him, just working whatever drug that was through his system. For safety’s sake, he was admitted for the night for observation. That night was calm, he slept right through. 

The morning was not so. And the drug revealed what it could really do. Pelna stretched, coming to in a bed he did not remember, with an IV attached to one wrist, and a heart monitor/ oxygen sensor slipped over a finger on his other hand. Hospital? The room was empty of others, but the glaive could hear voices down the hall, and various beeping of medical equipment. He had no gear, only in his pants and undershirt. Not even socks. Or boots. Well. This wouldn’t do. 

His memories blurred as he struggled to remember how he got here. Axis and him were scouting in enemy territory, and something happened? Did something happen? There was a blank spot there that refused to help the situation. Pelna huffed, and struggled further. They made it back to the others, and Luche was there. Axis fell on his face. It was funny. Pelna smiled, then shook himself. They were sitting there...and Luche! Luche was warm and nice! Very important to note. Warm sounded good right now. The room spun lazily, not as bad as when Luche held him, but a bubbly film had taken up residence over Pelna’s mind. He felt floaty, and light. There was no fear, or anger, or discomfort, or embarrassment. Only a cheerful bubbly feeling- it was hard to define. But that didn’t matter. Hospitals were for sick people, Pelna felt great! Plus, what kind of doctor stole shoes? 

The dark haired glaive giggled aloud at his musings, sitting up and unclipping the o2 sensor, causing the machine to beep. He cocked his head at the sound, and gently undid the tape on his IV, before pulling it slowly out. Blood welled briefly before he applied pressure and rose uncertainly. He did that when he got hurt before- removing and IV hurt, and that barely registered as a sensation at all. Pelna shrugged, maybe he was just that good. That was it. 

The young man registered footsteps approaching as he searched the room for his boots. A nurse stepped in, seeming shocked at him standing upright and unhooked from the IV. 

“Good morning, has anyone come to see you yet?” She glanced at him, he seemed fine, but there was something off about his eyes. 

“Morning! Where did you put my stuff?” Pelna smiled sunnily. 

“Your belongings are on the table over-” She started, but was cut off.

“Not a good hiding spot.” Pelna chuckled, standing on one leg at a time, getting socks and combat boots on and cinched. The nurse watched warily. His balance and reflexes were there, but something was wrong. This was a grown man- a glaive!- and he didn’t seem to care that he was drugged, dragged in by his comrades, and woke up like…Her earpiece chattered- Drautos was here for his glaive, with several squad members to visit a friend. She brushed a lock of blond hair back to the side of her face, appearing to look calm.

“I’ll be right back. Guests have come by to speak with you. Can you stay here for me?” Pelna nodded, happy smile still in place. She nodded, and turned briskly out. 

“Send Reinforcements.” 

Pelna uncrossed the fingers behind his back as she strode out. Not like he was going to obey a dirty shoe stealer. They didn’t even fit her! Pelna huffed. Sillies. 

That's when it all went downhill. A thought floated across his mind. He could show them silly. He was the best stealth hunter the glaive had. They couldn't steal his boots if they couldn't catch him. Settling his coat over himself, he buttoned himself in, adjusting his gear, preparing for war. Pelna pulled his blades forth with a fizzle of magic, and silently opened the window. A courtyard below, one hundred feet down. Ledges appeared every twenty or so feet, under the windows of patient rooms. Too easy to see him, in an open courtyard. He would have to get creative. Pelna laughed to himself, voices getting closer, quickly. He leapt, and with a purple flash, he was gone. 

Drautos was not amused. Neither were Luche, Nyx, and Crowe. Or the poor nurse. A glaive high on an unknown enemy substance? Loose in the biggest hospital in Insomnia? Security was called immediately to search the grounds, though the glaives knew they wouldn’t be much help. Not in catching this sneaky little shit. Back home he was the only one able to creep up on Galahdian wildlife. Without fail. They fanned out, hoping to catch him before he got out into the surrounding city, gods forbid. 

With a few jumps, a quick roll, and a killer landing, Pelna gained access to the roof. Much better view. He could sneak off into the city proper, but where was the fun in that? He grinned, starting off towards a courtyard on the far side with bright colors and small balconies by the rooms. Perfect place to jump off for a chain warp, and slip into the building if he needed. 

The glaives searched frantically, Drautos calling in reinforcements to watch the perimeter of the Hospital, and to be as nondescript as possible. Nyx warped the exterior, Luche on the roof- just popping up as Pelna dove, and Crowe checking courtyards on the ground. Their only hope was to get Nyx in close. Pelna would listen to him, no matter what state he was in, and Nyx was the fastest warper they had. It was their only hope of bagging him without making a scene. 

Pelna landed softly on one of the balconies. Quickly scanning the building’s edge and courtyard, he noted no pursuers. But there were small amounts of movement in the room, and he couldn’t help peeking in. A small child, perhaps five, sat in a wheelchair, face puffy and bruised, legs in casts, drawing with a plush dragon tucked into his side. An elderly woman sat next to him, looking with wide eyes. Pelna gave his most regal bow, and the motion caught thy boy’s eye. He gasped, and pointed excitedly, tugging on the woman’s arm. She glared at Pelna suspiciously, until he dropped to his knees, and offered a friendly wave to the child. The kid tugged harder, wheeling himself forward until his casts bumped the glass of the balcony door. Pelna cocked his head, watching, as the kid showed a rather colorful scribble, and pointed to the dragon. Pelna grinned, applauding. The boy laughed delightedly, saying something- the glass was too thick to hear properly through- and the woman rose, waddling over. She opened the door slightly. 

“What brings you here, kingsglaive?” She said, holding the excitable boy back. 

“I am on a secret mission.” Pelna started, glancing at the dragon plush.

“Oh?” The woman started, following his gaze. 

“There is a vicious dragon about. I was sent to hunt the beast down.” Pelna puffed his chest out, looking serious. The boy beamed, not noticing the elder grabbing the plush, cocking back to throw. 

“A dragon you say? I know of only one such creature...” She stated, eyes dancing. With a flick of her wrist, the dragon flew at Pelna, who fell back with a shout. The glaive pantomimed a fierce battle with the dragon, adding little gouts of flame for effect. The boy shrieked with glee, yanking on the woman’s sleeve. She oohed and ahhed, cheering for Pelna’s victory, finally opening the door, allowing the boy to snatch his dragon back. Pelna huffed dramatically with relief- sinking back to his knees. The kid squealed in delight, glowing up at the woman.

“That dragon is too strong for me. If you can keep it under control- I will consider my mission complete.” Pelna said, rising to his feet. The boy nodded frantically, clutching the dragon close. With a salute to the woman, and a wink to the boy, Pelna stepped back off the balcony, disappearing below. 

The search continued with security roving the corridors systematically, slowly ruling out hiding places. The glaives continued to rove the area, watching carefully. Any slip and Khara would be through. 

Pelna was having the time of his life. He loved kids, and seeing their faces as he juggled fire and lightning? As he tossed a coin to the other side of a balcony and suddenly appeared there? Absolutely perfect. If they didn’t have the energy to stand or walk over he told stories from his homeland- ones that the Lucian children had not heard. They listened with rapt attention, parents smiling at their kids. It seemed they all needed a moment’s reprieve- parents with bags under their eyes, kids with o2 tubes and monitors strapped to them. Pelna would make them smile, and give them something good to remember from a time of fear and pain. 

It continued until he came to alight on the balcony of a tiny stick of a girl. She played with a doll, sitting propped up on her bed, dollar store tiara on her brow. She was far too pale, dark bags under her eyes, and no hair under her crown. An exhausted mother watched listlessly from her spot on the couch. Pelna drew himself up to his full height, and bowed low. The girl pointed as energetically as she could, and the woman slid open the door slowly. 

“What can we do for you, Sir?” 

“It is my duty to see to all the princesses in the land. Is there a princess here?” The girl beamed, raising her hand. Pelna looked to the mother, who nodded minutely, and stepped to allow him in, perching next to her daughter on the bed. He grinned, and sunk to one knee with a flourish. 

“Your majesty, it is my honor to be in your service. Is there anything you would ask of me?” The girl deliberated, and whispered into the woman’s ear. She thought for a second, frowning, and then nodded. With a shy, cracked voice, the girl asked for a dance with her knight, one worthy of the king’s ballroom. 

“A waltz then, your majesty.” Pelna held out his hand, and she shakily stood, knees wobbling. The mother steadied her, setting her on the floor. She stared shyly down, until Pelna held her hands, and lifted, so she stood on his feet. The girl looked to her mom, glowing, asking for music. She pulled out her phone, and played a classic- Once Upon a Dream. 

They twirled softly, Pelna dancing gracefully, being a perfect knight. The girl giggled, clutching at his hands, begging for more. The mother seemed to regain energy as her daughter appeared happier, playing more songs until her daughter tired. The girl swayed, still clutching his hands tight. Pelna gently lifted her, where she wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked to her mom, swaying lightly to an imaginary beat. She rose, gesturing to the bed. Pelna strode forward, laying her down softly, but she refused to release his neck. Clutching him tight, she whispered in his ear. 

“I won’t forget you, brave knight. What is your name?” 

“Pelna Khara, dear princess.” 

“Will you forget me, Sir Khara?”

“Never. You are braver than all the knights in the land, princess. And stronger, too.” She seemed satisfied with his answer, and gave in to the sleep tugging at her exhausted limbs. He squeezed her hand as it slipped free of his neck, and he heard the click of a picture being taken. 

Pelna glanced up, meeting the watery eyes of a mother going through hell and back for her daughter. The woman took a step forward, hugging him, thanking him for bringing some happiness. 

“I haven’t seen her that happy in weeks. Thank you, Pelna Khara. So much.” 

“With that grip? She's tougher than my entire squad. She will beat this. Hail, Queen.” Pelna hugged back, whispering. The woman sniffled, and released him with a final squeeze.

“Hail, Glaive.” Pelna bowed, and took a running leap off the balcony, landing in a crouch in the courtyard below. 

Crowe jogged around a corner into the courtyard to see Pelna sink gracefully to the ground. She froze, thinking he saw her, and relaxed as he walked over to a row of swings, considering. He looked fine- his reflexes certainly were!- but his actions made no sense. Running from nurses? Warping around a hospital? They had to bet him looked at.

“I got eyes on. Pediatric Courtyard, by the swings. Should I engage?” 

“Not yet, get Nyx and Luche above, then try to talk him out of it. I don’t want a scene- you got me?” Drautos growled, Nyx and Luche chirping in affirmative. Crowe waited until she saw sparks of magic above, at the edge of the walls. Luche and Nyx were in position. Unfortunately, their quarry saw as well. Pelna drew his blades to warp, now watching his surroundings carefully. Crowe thought frantically- what should she say? She had to move now, he was bracing to warp. 

“Pelna! Thank the six you're here!” Crowe burst out, striding forward. He paused, cocking his head, before grinning and rushing forward to meet her. He sheathed his blades and caught her in a giant hug. 

“Crowe! What are you doing here?” He grinned, squeezing. 

“I was about to ask the same. How are you feeling?” She hugged back, not quite sure how to handle him. 

“I’ve got a story for you about that, but I feel...good. Great, actually.” He smiled, putting his chin on top of her head, humming happily. 

“I see. Any details?” Crowe was relieved, she could manage him like this. Just had to keep him here, and happy, until the others closed in. She rubbed his back, making him relax further. 

“Its quite a story. I woke up alone, hooked up to tubes….” Pelna began. Crowe nodded along, watching the other glaives hop down balconies as quietly as they could. 

“And they thought they could steal my boots! How rude is that? So I took off…” Nyx was just shy of warping range, another level and he would be there! 

“So I met all these kids, and just a little bit of juggling fire made them and their folks smile- it was adorable! There was this one boy with a dragon…” 

Nyx and Luche were in position. How were they going to do this? Pelna was no threat, but keeping him as calm as possible was key here. 

“And I danced with a princess! She called me her knight, it was the most fun I’ve had in years…” Pelna spoke so wistfully Crowe couldn’t hold back a chuckle, squeezing his waist. 

“They looked so sad. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.” He sighed, hiding his face in her hair. Crowe allowed it- this was far more affectionate than normal for even him- was he really ok? His breathing felt normal, and he was responsive to touch...

“And then I ran into you! How lucky! Want to get some food before heading out?” Pelna finally released her, looking expectantly, actually batting his eyes at her. Crowe laughed, taking his hand. He grinned, holding hers tight. She had to make a call, how to get the others closer without alarming him. Nyx could get a handle on everything as long as Pelna did not bolt. 

“I could go for food. Would you mind if some other glaives came along too?” She asked, batting her eyelashes right back. He grinned impossibly brighter. 

“Sure. I haven’t sat down with the guys in forever! Totes craving a good shake, though. You?” 

Crowe nodded absently, motioning with her free hand for Nyx and Luche to make their move. They warped down, much to Pelna’s surprise. Things moved quickly from there. Nyx gripped Pelna tight, making the younger man promise not to run from doctors, and to stay in his room. The glaive agreed, eerily cheery, with the condition that he wouldn't be left alone with the med staff, and they bring him take out. That was fair. Being alone when not in your right mind? Scary. Nyx agreed and split shifts with the other glaives present to chill with their drugged brother. 

Drautos relaxed only when his glaives were back in Pelna’s hospital room, the glaive in question settling back into his bed with a bad of cheap take out, slurping on a shake. It was truly calm from then on out. Pelna was released two days later, only causing trouble when not being cuddled by another glaive. A story came out on the Hospital’s website on the stories of hope page- a cancer recovery in grim circumstances, with the picture of a little girl in a tiara dancing with a kingsglaive in full battle dress. The amazing PR that came out of the story erased any trouble Pelna would have gotten into. It became a not uncommon thing to see bored glaives warping around Hospital grounds, waving to those within. The good press gave Drautos an easier time in squeezing funds out of the council, easing stress on everyone in the glaive. It became an inside joke afterwards, for groups of glaives to meet for a stay-in night with food and movies when they got stressed, citing that “the world was stealing their boots.”

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GlaiveWeek2020 - Prompts and Themes

Hello and Welcome, both old and new Glaives, Glaive Admirers and Lurkers!

Thank you for the wonderful and amazing Glaiveweek2019! Here we are again with this year’s Glaiveweek2020! Below you will find the prompts and themes! Remember you can use both themes and prompt in your work or just the theme or just the prompts. Be free to create!

The Glaives deserve some recognization and love! So I hope we will be able to come together and make that happen!

When: It starts on Monday, May 11 and ends Sunday, May 17 at MIDNIGHT in your timezone. The week starts when your calendars turn from May 11 to 17 anywhere in the world.

How to Participate: Use the prompts/themes below to make your Glaive creations and post them on the correct day and tag them with #glaiveweek (within the first five tags) and@glaiveweek in/on the work.

Day 1 - General Theme:  Sunrise            Specific Prompts: Rebuilding // Time of Mourning // Time of Healing

Day 2 - General Theme: Fun and Games            Specific Prompts: Prank Wars // Tickle Fight // Hide & Seek Warp

Day 3 - General Theme: Alternate Universe (AU)            Specific Prompts: FFVII Xover // Fix-It Canon Divergence // Role-Swap AU

Day 4 - General Theme: Moments of Life            Specific Prompts: Sleep Deprivation // Reflection // Dancing Like No Tomorrow

Day 5 - General Theme: Angst or Fluff... or even Smut!            Specific Prompts: Hold On // Time of Your Life // It’s Warm and Peaceful

Day 6 - General Theme:  The World has Stopped yet it Keeps Turning            Specific Prompts: Yesterday // Today // Tomorrow

Day 7 - General Theme: Creator’s Choice            Specific Prompts: Free Choice

You are welcome to interpret the themes and prompts whichever way you wish as long as it follows the Rules. Remember, you can post other creations outside of the given themes too. Just don’t forget to tag them with #glaiveweek!

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@glaiveweek 2020 | day 3 | fix-it canon divergence

“You’re doing it wrong.”

Nyx grit his teeth, rolled his eyes, and ignored her. He focused on the sparks sputtering to life in the palm of his hand. He knew what he was doing, there, see? Magic! Right there! He could see it, she could see it, right in front of their eyes. He almost had a full flame, he just needed to pool in a little more power, a little extra oomph and…

It exploded. The sparks of kindling he’d so carefully balanced at the tips of his fingers suddenly burst into jets of blue fire. They bolted into the air between, reaching for the ceiling before Selena lunged forward and closed his fist around the flames. They snuffed out the second he cut the cord to the crystal’s well of power, blinking in rapid shock at the smoke trails it left behind. Selena’s nails dug into the tops of his fist, staring bug-eyed at the space where the fire had been.

“Well,” she said. “That’s one way of doing it wrong.”

Nyx glared at her. “I would have had it.

“Uh huh.”

“I would!”

“Mmhm.”

Nyx shoved the flat of his palm against her forehead, pushing her back into the armchair in a fit of giggles. Girl gets praised by Titus Drautos one time and she thinks she’s an expert on magical pyromania. Nyx knew before they even hit basic training that she would far out-pace him on the fast track to Kingsglaive acclaim. He just hadn’t expected to feel so competitive about catching up to her.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Selena said when she recovered herself. “You would have had it… If you’d done it right.”

“I was doing everything they told us to,” Nyx said in his defense, flexing his nearly burnt fist as he paced the apartment.

“Well, there’s your problem. You’re thinking too hard, we all know how dangerous that can be.” Nyx threw a couch pillow at her face.  She caught it in her lap. “Just because we’re in Lucis now doesn’t mean you have to start following the rules, big brother. The Lucians may think that they invented magic, but we’re Galahdian. Magic’s in our blood.”

Nyx shook his head, struggling not to smile. They were just stories, old tales surrounding earthbound magic. Superstitions, really, about the old gods before the Cosmogony was written, which said magic was in the stone beneath their feet and the very air they breathed. Magic wasn’t a giant serpent rising from the raise deem you worthy of its blessing. Magic was nature, unseen but everywhere. Galahdians knew that even without the legends, but Selena had always believed in their mother’s tales as facts of history, not fables.

She stood up, taking Nyx by the shoulders to stop him from wearing a trench in the floor. It wasn’t a great apartment. They couldn’t afford much between the two of them when they set off to Insomnia to join the fight against Niflheim. He definitely couldn’t afford fixing a hole in the ground. Or a scorch mark on the ceiling.

Selena took his hand, opening the red skin of his palm where the heat of the flames still lingered. “Just think of it like home. Think of it like stoking the hearth for dinner. You’ve gotta feel it, not think it.”

Nyx huffed, impatient to get it right. He wanted to stick as close to Selena as he could within the ranks of the Kingsglaive. He didn’t want to fall behind. She might have been better than him, but he was still her big brother. He needed to be as strong as she was so he could take the hits from the things that were stronger. He let out a breath, closed his eyes, and tried again. He tried to forget everything the stiff commander had taught them, tried to forget the science of it all, and just feel it in his soul.

He thought of home, of the hearth, of oak wood burning softly beneath a bright red pepper soup. He thought of the heady spices that filled that little cottage in the dead of winter. He thought of the warmth fighting off the icy sea breezes in the night. He thought of his mother’s embrace, his sister’s smile, and the pump of his own blood to protect them both with this power he’d been entrusted.

“There you go!” Selena exclaimed.

When he opened his eyes, a strong, steady red flame flickered in the palm of his hand. He held it fast, kept it in contained, hot enough to hurt if touched, but warm to keep them safe through the cold, dark nights. Selena mimed playing a trumpet, puffing out her cheeks and wheezing out the rhythm of some victorious fanfare she heard in a video game.

He didn’t know if the old gods in those stories were real, but if they were, he thanked every one of them that she was there. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.

[niaswish]

Mission:Babysitter

Glaive week day 2 drabble!

Theme: Reluctance

Characters: Titus Drautos

Rating: Teen and up  No warning applies. Canon divergence, non-traitor Drautos, Drautos is a good Uncle, some swearing

Summary: The king give Drautos a new mission. Titus is not pleased.

Titus stared at his asshole of a king and blunty replied, “Fuck no.”

Regis grinned, pressing his fingers together as he leaned back with a pleased expression. “Are you disobeying a direct order from your King?”

Titus’ scowl deepened. “Yes because you’re being an ass. I’m not a baby sitter Regis, and I certainly know nothing about taking care of a 6 month old baby.” He crossed his arms, refusing to even glance at Aulea’s sprawled form. He would break if he did.

“It’s only for one night Titus.” Regis coaxed gently. “Aulea and I need some actual sleep and Cor’s not back from his mission for another week.”

“What about Clarus?”

Aulea mumbled the reply, “Going camping tomorrow and has to leave early.” Titus failed to restrain himself and glanced over at the exhausted mother. “You’re the only person we trust to take care of Noctis.”

Fuck... There was no way Titus could say no to them when Aulea looked half asleep already (after drinking 2 expresso’s!) and Regis was only marginally better off. Titus didn’t need to say anything as his expression spoke for him.

Regis got up with a beaming smile, “Wonderful! Let’s go right away.”

Less than an hour later, Titus Drautos, feared and respected commander of the Kingsglaive walked into the training ground with two large duffel bags and a young prince strapped to his chest. He ignored the sniggers and wolf-whistles from his glaives, mentally noting who had for later punishment, in favour of checking the straps holding the giggling Noctis attached to him one last time.

Then, as Noctis reached up to pull at his shirt, Titus started the training. “100 laps around the hall! If you don’t make each lap under 3 minutes, you’ll be doing 20 burpees!” The groans of horror were quite rewarding even if he’d have to deal with spit all over his chest for the next day.

[rolerei]

@glaiveweek day 5: Angst or Fluff / Hold On / Time of Your Life

Title: Small Big Changes

Characters: Nyx Ulric, Original Female Character(s)

Additional tags: Family Fluff, AU

Summary: Nyx sent his youngest off for her very first day of school and had some feelings to process.

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It hit him, then. Selena was going to school for the first time. To Nyx, it was surreal how he was actually experiencing that day himself. It had felt like he was holding her red newborn body in his own hands just yesterday…

"Daddy?"

Nyx turned and felt two small hands touch his cheeks. Selena's blue eyes were bright with worry.

"What is it, my love?" He only ever called his daughter with such a nickname. Not even his own wife had the privilege.

A moment's hesitation. Then, "Are you sure you're gonna be okay alone?" she asked. "Mom's not gonna be home until really late again today, isn't she?"

A warm, fond smile sneaked to Nyx's expression. Why was his daughter the one that was worried about him being alone at home? He really should get his act together…

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