#luche: unfortunately the furia is mine so no

[sparklecryptid]

More random thoughts that made me laugh - a Lovecraft-inspired thought about how a Lazarus might respond to a question about Luche’s whereabouts. “In her Uncle’s home on Angelgard Rita’s daughter lies dreaming.”

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@hamelin-born

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Cor is good at getting information. He knows he is good at getting information. Cor is one of the best at sniffing out leads and then rending the leads and the trail of traitorous garbage it leads to to ashes. There is no trail he can't follow and no one he can't threaten.

Or at least he thought that was the case, until Luche Lazarus blew up half a battlefield, ripped fate apart in a carnage of magic and blood, and proceeded to vanish off the face of Eos.

Cor can't find her. Her comrades can't find her. Titus fucking Drautos probably knows where she is but is refusing to tell him or Regis where the erstwhile princess is. Drautos had pulled out some bullshit about honoring a 'life debt' when threatened with treason and Regis and Cor had back down because the two of them know what that means.

It's the same thing that binds Cor to Regis after all, punishing Drautos for not tattling on his princess seems to be in bad taste.

So Cor goes to the next available source of information.

He goes to Clan Lazarus. The fact that they're seers means they must have some sort of information on their wayward daughter.

It turns out they do.

It also turns out they do not want to share that information with Cor or the King.

"She's with her uncle," one says, repeating the words others have spoken to Cor in the past three days, "She's safe."

"I need to know where she is," Cor grinds out.

"She's safe," the Lazarus repeats, "That's all that matters isn't it?"

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Cor finally gets an audeince with the Clan Elder. She's an old woman, the white in her hair overtaking the strands of black that that still show.

Terra is also warm - not in body temperature - in the same way Regis is warm. Like she looks at you and knows that you're a threat but will treat you kindly anyway.

Cor is uncomfortable.

"Where is Luche Lazarus?" He asks Terra.

"Tita's daughter rests in her uncle's home on Angelgard," Terra says and Cor's blood runs cold.

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Angelgard is unpleasant. The smell of salt in the air and the warmth of the sun that Luche can finally feel on her skin doesn't detract from that. Angelgard is too full of memories, of the echoes of Ardyn screaming and begging for it to be pleasant.

Still Luche is here for a reason. No one will think to look for her here, and although walking into her uncle's home - a small two bedroom cabin that is furnished far too expensively for Luche's taste - had gotten Luche almost sliced open by a scythe she can't say that she minds having Ardyn be a hovering presence as he scowls at her and drags her away from the parts of the island that hold his worst memories.

Luche doesn't mind it.

That doesn't mean she's expecting it when a furious Tredd blasts open the door and is treated to the exact same treatment Luche received when she arrived.

Cor has a blade to her uncle's neck and Luche considers stabbing him for the affront.

[leafshining]

Cycle (Tredd Furia x Reader)

Is this self-indulgent? Hell yeah. Is it any good? Probably not, but I’m still proud of it.

Someone with pride and someone with reticence aren’t supposed to get along.

Tredd Furia, that one person you always got caught up in an endless cycle with. Five years old and Tredd spent the next three years pushing you off swings, intentionally making you trip, stealing snacks, the usual mean kid on the playground and had his regular group of delinquents with Luche Lazarus sitting at the top. Pelna Khara was probably the nicest out of them, he was the only one who stayed behind to make sure you were n’t hurt or crying.

All three years in junior high you were stuck with Tredd, he was always there. He pestered you on notes and homework he didn’t do, annoying you to death with charms leading you to ultimately let him copy your work. When high school rolled around, you were absolutely ready to throw in the damn towel of being around Tredd, but nope, turns out he was at the same school, teacher advisory group, and even in some classes. It even lead to many peers speculating you were his girlfriend or at least one of his fuck toys. Of course, you denied, but it didn’t really improve the situation when Tredd said nothing.

Tredd Furia and you were always caught in an endless cycle.

But during the ending days of high school, Tredd would be absent and apparently, he was writing diplomas from home. Was that even possible? But you were ecstatic that you didn’t have to see his shit-eating grin, the cycle was broken, done, dead.

Unfortunately, that was the fate of your home: broken, done, dead.

They came in without warning, red lights, blaring noises, people running, bullets piercing people. All you could do was run and flee. Fleeing all the way into the heart of the Crown City. Somehow, you made it into becoming one of the esteemed guards of Lucis, the Kingsglaive. There, you reveled in the use of white magic, learning how to dispel daemons and healing wounds.

When you entered the briefing room along with a few other recruits, your heart leaped for joy at the sight of Pelna and Luche. But you were mesmerized for a moment when you saw Tredd, you really wanted to say something nicer, but it was truly his scar that caught your eye. He flashed a snarky grin and you turned away, feeling like you were thrown in the whole mass of awkward like high school. Thankfully, you didn’t have to spend much time with them because Glaive duty was being dismissed early.

So you decided to take a load off at a common bar you heard the glaives talk about. The Galahdian trio, Pelna, and Luche.

“Never thought we’d see you as a soldier, (First name).” Pelna snickered.

“Oh? The last time I remember, I beat your brother’s ass back home.” (First name) sipped her drink.

“High school sweethearts?” Libertus suggested.

“Ew.”

“Hey! (First name), that’s mean!”

The table erupted in laughter, it had been a while since you felt the safe security that family could offer. That was until a certain someone decided to come over. Tredd Furia had come to make himself known around the table, he was welcomed and kept conversation sparking.

“Hey, Pelna,” Tredd asked.

“Yeah what?” He replied.

“I thought high school sweethearts was mine and (First name’s), don’t go in and steal what ain’t even yours.” Tredd flashed a smirk to Pelna who in turn held up his hands and you raised an eyebrow at the idiot called Tredd Furia.

“Past locker room banter from high school and alcohol is getting to you, Tredd.” You huffed and looked away with uninterest.

“But you weren’t denying anything, hmm?” His chest was puffed with pride. Eyes resembling much of a hawk’s ready to swoop in for a kill.

Now, keep in mind it was 1 a.m and you had a good amount of alcohol in your system. At this point, solid, well thought out, reasonable judgment was a hit or miss at this point. You just wanted Tredd off your back so why not offer him your butt?

“Okay then, who’s place?”

“What?” Libertus gawked.

“What?” Crowe and Nyx said in unison.

“What?!” Pelna screamed.

Luche’s only response was a shrug and raised his drink to his lips.

A carnal smirk appeared on Tredd’s face, eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas Day. One hand wandered to your thigh and caressed it with obvious intent.

“Oh wow, never took you as a bad girl, (First name). Think you can handle all of this?”

You huffed “Think you can impress all of this?”

A moment’s victory was celebrated when Tredd blinked wildly, then recomposing himself. But it didn’t stop the whole table when they “oohed” and “aahed” rambunctiously at your response, even Yamachang clapping his hands behind the grill at your sudden boldness to the cockiest glaive.

“Alright, I’ll hand it that you can sass me better than Crowe, but I’ll get you back.” Tredd grinned as he sat up.

That night was a wrestle, the cocky idiot grabbing your wrists and forcing a heated kiss out of you as soon as you were thrown onto his bed. He knew where to push your buttons and how. After all, he was the king of manwhoring. The two of you rolled about, tangling in each other to see who could leave the most hickeys. But you had to admit, Tredd was skilled in all areas, bringing your body to absolute oversensitivity.

This relationship of being friends with benefits continued for a long while, in an endless, lust-filled cycle.

You were in his apartment again, after a rather dangerous mission, having you nearly die and Tredd just managing to make it in time. Sex was...different, not that it was dull, sex with Tredd was never dull. He made efforts in buying toys to up the game, while you would dress up in “interesting” lingerie to please him.

This relationship had become both of your drugs, it was addicting, and had all the benefits being played out. This cycle had become an insatiable need that could only be temporarily be relieved through each other.

So why was his touch different? Why did he choose to swallow his prideful quips? Why did he choose to be so...tender?

“Are you alright?” You whispered softly, cupping his cheek without the running scar down his face. You had learned that he didn’t outright hate that scar, but he showed dislike to you ghosting your fingers over it.

He took a deep breath “What have you fucking done?”

You blinked up at him, not knowing what those words meant. He looked away and slapped a hand over his eyes and began to laugh almost mournfully “What have you fucking done to me?”

“I don’t think I follow-”

He forced a kiss and you hesitated in surprise before kissing back. You could feel it, he was really trying to be rough. How he bit your lip, his tongue pushing yours back.

But it wasn’t enough. The two of you knew each other’s bodies, knew what the other could do, knew what the other was capable of. You both knew each other. Soon it was a kiss you never thought you would ever receive from this absolutely, idiotic, incorrigible...guy. It was like a couple kissing in the rain, or a couple at an airport, or a couple at the climax of prom night.

“Tredd…” You breathlessly called after jerking away for air.

He looked at you with lazy eyes, you were settled on his hips and he reached out to play with your hair. So you nestled on his scarred chest, humming in the crook of his neck. Perhaps after dealing with him for so long, you just seemed to adjust to his weird behaviour.

“I can’t believe you reduced me to this. Getting me all worked up about you, freaking me the fuck out with your stupid stunts.” He snorted.

You giggled and looked up at him “...Thanks, Tredd, it means a lot.”

You leaned in to enjoy another tender kiss with him, and you could feel that smirk form on his face. Without any thought you cupped his face out of the sudden rush of joy, but when his stiffened you jerked back to see his shocked face.

“I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to touch. I’m sorry!” You squawked while squishing your eyes shut.

But to your surprise, he grabbed your hand and placed it on the paled skin, it resembled a lightning strike much like the magic he fancied. You traced it slowly with your thumb and pressed your face close to his.

“...It happened when those damn Nifs came. Luche was with me, saw me turn around like an idiot and all we had was our survival knives. You had no idea how much I wanted to fucking fight, but turning around was got me screaming bloody murder. The MT shot it’s grapple hook, then my side. Luche...that bastard dragged me all the way.”

He was shaking his head, looking in different directions, making random hand gestures, blinking profusely. For once, the Tredd Furia that you had known for all your life had become different.

“Why me? You’re telling the nobody, the goody-two-shoes, the girl who got walked all over. You’re telling me all of this...bullshit that you never fucking deserved. How come?” You asked while looking him dead in the eye.

Tredd met your intense gaze and laughed “Probably because I’m the son of a bitch that walked all over you in the first place.”

“I couldn’t stand you. You were a real dick.”

He laughed like a teenager, throwing his head back and his voice cracking. He lunged forth and rolled around with you in the sheets. His kissed you again.

“A cycle of love and hate hmm? Let’s change that.”

That cycle that had gone on forever, had changed forever. The endlessness was finally gone. Tredd Furia was still a dick to most of his Glaive comrades but left you alone. Other days, you would intentionally seek him out and spend your duties by his side. The news wasn’t a secret to most of the Glaive after a month, but they preferred to watch on with tiny smiles. Pelna and Luche occasionally sharing fist bumps from time to time while looking Tredd dead in the eye, while you pretended not to notice. The cycle had broken, done, dead.

Just like Insomnia when the imperial army attacked, just like your home.

Just like Tredd: broken, done, dead.

All you could do was stand over his corpse with a plain face, not knowing why tears weren’t prickling. The man who was the cause of your cycle was a done corpse. You thought back to that night where he wore his heart on his sleeve, perhaps that was not where your cycle ended. A turmoil of indescribable emotion was reeling inside your chest the more you stared.

You were still alive and feeling. Tredd was dead, in the land where you could never reach from where you were.

And that's how your’s and Tredd’s cycle abruptly came to a permanent stop.