Official Ardyn YesCon Week Hub

Rating: G

Words: 1223

Characters: Ardyn and Gilgamesh

Series: Tales that remained untold

A thing I came up with while walking along a stream in Seoul yesterday. Nothing special or extraordinary but I was real soft writing this. Also contains the Day 7 prompt “you have me” from @ardynyesconweek I didn’t get to write back in April.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15078923

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Fandom: FFXV Characters: Ardyn & Gilgamesh Prompts: ‘Ardyns Birthday’ & ‘Breaking Down Walls’ Tags: Pre-game, SFW, Fluff, Young Ardyn & Gil, Non-canon

A little write up of an RP my ever patient and wonderful Gil @kaitail started for me on my birthday a while back that I felt fit these prompts <3 There’s a lot in our RP that isn’t canon and that isn’t explained cause well i’d be here all day X’D but still I hope you enjoy reading. This is my first time writing a fan-fiction of any kind so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. There is a continuation to this (which is also cute and full of hilarity ;D) and I will write it up if anyone would like me to I just didn’t want to overload Tumblr with a stupidly long bit of text >o> Also i’m so sorry this is super late its been a very iffy week ^-^’

A Blade of Fate

Gilgamesh looked out onto the horizon as streaks of orange and red begun to glance across the sky, it was far too early to be awake considering what lay ahead and it had only been a short amount of time since he had become the young royal’s protector, officially known as the Shield, however it was the morning of the others coming of age and whilst it was definite that he was going to get hundreds of gifts, celebratory messages and things much more grand than Gilgamesh had to offer, his competitive nature to be just that one step ahead and the threat of his own childish jealousy spurred him on. As he walked he fiddled with the small object in his hands, it was black, plain in style and about 8 inches in length a few inches wide but it had been a while since he had done something like this. He pushed back his hood not realising he had been holding his breath and chastised himself for being so nervous. The other was probably still asleep but he didn’t care he wanted to do this. He lifted his fist and knocked on the door to the chambers clenching his jaw in apprehension, enough that his muscles ached. For it was the dawn of the day his charge, no his prince turned 18 years old and he’d be damned if someone beat him in wishing his highness a happy birthday.

Day 6 for @ardynyesconweek ‘Unexpected/ Fateful night’ I tried my best to aim for the theme but basically this represents Ardyn freeing himself from his imprisonment, I imagine which must of been unexpected to the astrals and oracle (serves them right)

“Your hand is cold”.

For @ardynyesconweek    Day 7: Contentment ‘Comfort’

Uuhh idk if this count as comfort, but might as well post it.

“Cozy”

Ardyn eased down into the welcoming hot bath.  As the water embraced his sore form, the stress of all the years alleviated in each passing second.  He reveled in the magical properties of this onsen’s natural spring and nearly blessed the Infernian for just the right temperature.

He laid his head against the curvature of a well-placed stone and took in he cherry blossoms above. They swayed elegantly with the warm wind, and Ardyn admired how every so often a petal would catch hold of the air and tumble onto the pool’s rippling surface.

Here, Ardyn didn’t have to worry about the throne, the Starscourge, or any troublesome relatives interrupting his relaxation.  The thoughts of such things were truthfully far from his mind.

A woman’s voice called from behind the wooded screen.  “Is everything to your liking, your Majesty?”

“Quite,” he hummed.  “You’ve no idea how many years of energy have been restored to these weary bones.”

“Different Genre”

Ardyn set his charming cup down with a click and took in the fresh mix of brews in the small shop.  He could understand why the business flourished with enthusiastic tourists, and he was no exception of those bewitched by the local charm.

One of the waiters came to his table.  “Excuse me, sir.”  He waited for the acknowledgment before continuing.  “We’re having more business than normal today.  Management has asked if there would be any customers willing to share a table.”

Glancing past the host, Ardyn spotted a woman he was seemingly referring to.

“Of course.  It would be an honor if the young lady were to accompany me.”  The lad bowed, grateful that he had a compliant patron.  Just as the boy was walking away, Ardyn called out, “And another cup, please.”

As Ardyn took another sip of his heavenly coffee, the lady of the hour took the seat across from him. She offered an embarrassed smile, probably thinking she had interrupted his peaceful time alone.  Ardyn, however, returned her smile with one of his own enchanting ones.  She did far than take away from his extended vacation.

“Welcome,” he all but purred, “to my own corner of paradise.”

“Past”

“There was once a time when this land was plagued with darkness.  Not per say in the aspect of night and day, but more of…a disease.  We call it the Starscourge.  And in these past times, the people from all over Eos sought salvation.

“As our realm continued to fall into blackness, the Astrals deemed a savior would rise to heal and to save.

“And true to the words foretold, a man was indeed born into this world.  Born and bred to be a deliverer.  A healer.  He traveled to the cities and small towns of every country, doing everything to cure and alleviate their suffering.  Everything he did was for the people.”

Ardyn’s stroll with the young lady seemed to have taken a memorable turn.  Not that he minded remembering the happier times.  He enjoyed telling others and seeing them mesmerized of his past life.

The girl on his arm beamed and tightened her hold.  “The man sounds like a dream.  And you tell this story almost as if you know it by heart.”

He chuckled.  “Better than you know, my dear.”

“Pain/Angst”

The harsh reality that sprung from her tearful interrogation would only drive her away.  Ardyn had wished to avoid it.  The amount of joy in the time he’d shared with the woman would come to an end, and all because of what he was.

He could always lie, of course.  But even in time, guilt would surely overpower the desire for her to remain in the dark.  Ardyn would not do that to her.

And so, he openly bared the horrid state of the blackened eyes and dripping daemon ichor before her. She would despise him.  Hate and reject his cruel fate he bore.

“Yes… I have become the Cain to traverse this earthen soil for eternity.  I’m no longer considered human.  Immortal and a body akin to that of a daemon’s.  I am the monster children are frightened of.  The nightmare in your dreams.

“And yet I love you.”

“Normality”

Over the centuries, Ardyn had learned to take pleasure in the smaller things of life.  Taking moments to enjoy the sights of Eos. Tossing gil into a well that was absurdly rumored to grant wishes.  Striking up conversation with a stranger.  There were endless accounts, and those were how he kept smiling.

When a grand event happened, that was a different story, but certainly those were few and far between. However, the beauty held close to his chest was one of those grand events.

Ardyn marveled at how she became accepting and even loving towards him.  And he pondered over the mystery while twirling her soft tresses.

She looked up.  “Happy Birthday, Ardyn,” she whispered.

He laughed.  Low and deeply amused.  “Darling, I don’t believe it’s my birthday.  I can hardly remember such a date.  The occasion means nothing to my anymore.”

She rose and kissed him on his stubbled chin.  “But you mean something to me.  And that’s all the reason I need to celebrate.”

“Unexpected”

Ardyn had long turned his back on the gods.  Ever since the day he was rejected by the crystal, the hatred and pain he felt were partially blamed on them.  The entire tragedy tore through his mind in agonizing anger.

Now, he felt somewhat ashamed to ask of them a selfish request.

Ardyn knew the Astrals would soon he rather fall into oblivion as to hear his plea.  And still, he knew of no other way.  Should the divine beings deny his request, he would bear through the years once more.

Alone, he lifted his amber eyes to the starry heavens, the autumn breeze causing his auburn locks to sway.

“Astrals,” he called, “Gods of the mountains, seas… Flame, ice, and air.  Lend an ear, I beg.

“I willingly bore this curse with good intentions.  My deeds permanent, as is my state of being.  However, I implore you gods of old for forgiveness.  Grant me this mortal state, that I may learn and live in the light.”

“Contentment”

“Ardyn, is something wrong?”

The furrowed brow, how she immediately dropped her current project upon him bursting into the building without warning.  Her concern filled him with an emotion beyond happiness.

Within seconds, he was at her feet, arms encircling her as his face pressed against her stomach. This was what he needed right now. Her presence, her light.

Without spoken words, her worry manifested to comb though his auburn wisps.  Ardyn’s arms never left her, only tightened to confirm this reality.

He spoke in a hushed whisper.  “Far from it, my love.”

He turned his brightened gaze up to hers.  “I am simply a man before you.”  He rose, taking her hands and kissing each.

@ardynyesconweek

Prompt: Divine favors

Summary: The Astrals, for once surprisingly, are not as big assholes as you might have thought they were. SFW Warning(s)/Note(s): me using the first oracle!reader/self insert I made,,, again? It’s more likely than you think. (also posting this bc I got lazy yesterday and the day before sorry yall)

Really being alive for millennia really should have shown you that the Astrals, despite being revered as saviors, were truly awful, awful at being any form of help if you weren’t either:

One of the Crystal’s chosen or

The Oracle

But still, even when you used to be one of those things, they still were not as much help as you had grown up believing them to be.

Scrapped Ardyn Yes Con Week Days 5-7

Day 5 “Normality” (Ardyn’s birthday, Having a family, Small things) Day 6 “Unexpected” (Fateful night) Day 7 “Contentment” (“You have me”, Light up the dark)

And that means Yes Con Week is technically over in my timezone.

That said, I’ll happily still take entries for at least a few days, and if you’ve posted something but I haven’t reblogged it, or if you know someone else’s work that I haven’t reblogged, feel free to shoot me a link in IM or an ask or whatever works for you~

And that means Yes Con Week is technically over in my timezone.

That said, I’ll happily still take entries for at least a few days, and if you’ve posted something but I haven’t reblogged it, or if you know someone else’s work that I haven’t reblogged, feel free to shoot me a link in IM or an ask or whatever works for you~

@ardynyesconweek Day 7 - “Contentment”

@ardynyesconweek Day 6: “Unexpected”

Breaking down walls | Fateful night | Divine favours

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Word Count: 931 Pairing: Gilgardyn, Gilgamesh/Ardyn Rating: G Warnings: None Event/theme: For @ardynyesconweek‘s third day prompt: the past, Days in Solheim Summary: It’s the eve before Gilgamesh and Ardyn are destined to set forth with Somnus and the Oracle. Though they share apprehensions, they also share hope and each other’s company.

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It was something that often remained unsaid in the early days of the festivals celebrating the spring equinox. It was often seen as the time when Ifrit’s love for the Glacian warmed the cold of the earth, biting through the thaw and kissing it tender and warm. On a terraced hill that overlooked the river valley that plunged the slopes of Ancyra, Solheim’s capital, Gilgamesh saw through the warrior and could understand why poets devoted their mad romance to nature, to the sky. The minarets of Ifrit’s temples rose like blossoms yet to bloom, stark in shadow whilst domes and spires otherwise capitalized the skyline. Olive groves grew at their feet, seated atop the crest of a hill gnarled by tough grasses and lulled by the rich, vivid flame of the sunset and the sea-swept spices that dominated the myriad bazaars of the thoroughfares below.

How he loved their beloved city, even if Gilgamesh’s home was over a thousand years gone.

And that means Yes Con Week is technically over in my timezone.

That said, I’ll happily still take entries for at least a few days, and if you’ve posted something but I haven’t reblogged it, or if you know someone else’s work that I haven’t reblogged, feel free to shoot me a link in IM or an ask or whatever works for you~

ARDYN YES-CON WEEK: DAY 7 - “CONTENTMENT”

It was a lonely existence, and mortals came to fear him, because they feared Death.

Art for @golden_asp’s Ardnis fic for Day 7 of @ardynyesconweek, Praying for Death

Fic Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 613 Pairing: Gilgamesh/Ardyn Rating: T Warnings: Some body horror, violence and mutilation mentions Event/theme: For @ardynyesconweek‘s day 7 prompt: Contentment, comfort, “you have me”, light within the dark Summary: He thought he’d lost his king forever. What should’ve been a curse, for now, was a blessing in disguise.

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It was still dark when all was over. The crowds that had gathered at the grim display that had been, ignited then by torchlight, the sea of despairing, pitying, frightened, and scornful faces long since dispersed. The welling stench of blood and the remaining were those loyal dead being stacked onto carts that would be led away to an enormous pyre on the outskirts of the city. Crows flew overhead, and the sky was dark and devoid of a moon.

Peals of thunder rocked the sky, the beginning of rain pouring and fizzling hotly as it evaporated on contact with the ensconced torches. The city pillory was devoid, for now, except for one unusually tall silhouette that stood and stared. With mute tears rolling down his cheeks.

Gilgamesh hadn’t been able to do anything. In the procession of those that had meant the most to him, donning black hoods had Gentiana, the Oracle, and Somnus, the newly anointed king, forced Gilgamesh to take part. Even Enkidu and Nadir, Bahamut’s messenger, had grimly taken their places as they’d hoisted Ardyn by his wrists and impaled him with spears until he bled out.

Until he died.

The Shield gazed upon trembling hands that still felt so dreadfully stained with rusted blood, the execution having been hours ago. And…he’d done nothing. Nothing to save his king. Nothing to sway him from the dark path, instead being a traitor whom had kept it secret until it was too late. The price for it was that Ardyn would be erased, and he would pass on to become Somnus’ Shield.

Bitterly did Gilgamesh’s legs crumple and he fell to his knees, in supplication to a god that wouldn’t listen. Silent tears shed glistening in the waning torchlight, gravediggers passing him by as though he were accursed.

As the minutes passed and the moon finally revealed itself through the clouds, the changing of the guard effectively silenced all noise and entombed the Shield within his own grief.

Day 7 - “Contentment” for @ardynyesconweek

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