FFXV Femslash Week

FFXV Femslash Week Day 8 - alternate universe

Rating: G

Pairing: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Aranea Highwind

Word count: 4331

Summary: A weekend away with friends shows Luna exactly what she wants.

Written for @ffxvfemslashweek‘s prompt Iris/Aranea. Spawned from a conversation with @domesticfluffsimulator about Oracle!Gladio fateswap. (My hand slipped xD). 

Iris’s promotion to Deputy High Commander is the first time in ten years that Aranea and Iris have seen each other.

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Day 6: Soulmarks

“I fuckin’ love you so much.”

“I love you too, drunky.”

“Oh, and you’re completely sober.” Aranea laughed, a lot harder than she meant to. She got carried away in the giggle and infected Crowe, who let out a tiny snort and got Aranea started all over again. By the time she finally calmed, she was breathless and her head was flopped onto Crowe’s lap on the battered old couch their “hosts” had dragged outside. Crowe looked down at her affectionately, noticing how her cheeks were flushed pink, and then her face lit up with an idea.

Ezma probably was already old when Camelia was a young adult but just, not that old, but she was already a leader amongst the hunters while Camelia was just a young punk

(there is no universe in which Camelia Claustra didn’t listen to punk rock while wearing torn t-shirts take this to my grave)

She’s this very ambitious young wolf and the war isn’t really raging at this point, Accordo’s still free and Camelia comes to Lucis to learn more about their power structures and of course she’s got Strong Opinions about the sort of free, unsupervised police force that the hunters represent

And Ezma likes a young, wild spirit asking “trick” questions so she appreciates the exercise and she appreciates young people taking interest in politics, always, so she makes sure to answer her questions as honestly as possible, and encourages her curiosity

So naturally the sexual tension skyrockets between them

At first the hunters find them really funny, then they become vaguely uncomfortable when the discussions get longer and longer like “are they gonna…….. you think????” and after a while they just find it unbearable

(Problem: who’s gonna tell Mama Auburnbrie, their Boss™ that she needs to bang the punk girl before they all become insane?)

Needless to say by the time they decide to Intervene they’re actually weeks late, because both women are women who know what they want, and realize with horror that it actually doesn’t change anything to their heated debates

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Day 3: Mermaids

This…was an undertaking that I wasn’t expecting. I’ve really been looking forward to this one, and I ended up building this whole world and lore that I wasn’t ready for. So, this is more of a pilot run of something that I might turn into a full series if it gets enough positive feedback. I rushed the ending because it’s getting late here and it was getting long, so I’m sorry if it just kind of flops at the end. ^^;;

ANYWAY, I really hope you all enjoy this. I had a lot of fun writing it! 

Word count: 3179

Sunlight beat down the back of Cindy’s neck as she cranked the ratchet, tightening the bolt to the unit behind the lighthouse. She had been outside all morning and well into the afternoon just trying to fix the damn switch that triggered the light, or something like that. Admittedly, she was more handy with cars and other vehicles. Power boxes, well, that was a different story. Not to say she couldn’t do it, but it wasn’t in her main wheelhouse of expertise. Still, she was more than happy to lend a hand to the royal attendants that had recently taken up residence in the house on the other side of the cliff while Paw-paw oversaw repairs on the boat below.

Her vision blurred, and Cindy shook her head, blinking herself back into focus. When was the last time she ate, she wondered? She had definitely skipped lunch, and breakfast, and maybe even dinner the night before? Hell, had she even had anything to eat at all in the last few days? The more she thought about it, the louder her stomach growled, and she felt a wave of nausea crash over her. Oh yeah, it had been a hot minute for sure.

She swiped a gloved hand over her brow, huffing as she sat back on her haunches, looking over her work. No misplaced or extra pieces – that was a good sign – all that was left was to test it. Cindy stood, vowing to eat as soon as she tested the light. Whether it worked or not, well, that was another beast in of itself, but she prayed to the gods that her work was done and she could move on to the next project.

As she turned on her heels, she wavered. The world spiraled, and the sharp lines and edges of shapes blurred into one. Cindy blinked, desperate to regain herself, and she reached a hand out to lean on the wooden fence blocking off the cliff.

There was no way she could have known that that one particular spot was weak, nor any way she could have stopped herself from tripping, one leg over the other as she tried to catch herself. On the way down, she could make out the sound of wind rushing past her ears and she felt the sharp crack of bones as she hit the rocks at the bottom.

She didn’t hear the water enveloping her, or feel the tug of the current pull her out to sea, but she remembered thinking, before she lost cognitive thought, that she should be dead, and  that maybe a piece of toast could have saved her life.

@ffxvfemslashweek day 3 - Kimya & Stella [ Ko-fi :3 ]  OK this one’s a challenge and not really slashy but i think they can spook people lol

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To Kimya, Stella has always been as real as anything.

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Day 1: Hilarious Domestic Disasters

Does sharing a dorm room count as “domestic?”  

Mildly NSFW under the cut.

Crowe snatched her shirt back from Aranea. “No. You’re gonna have to haul all that,” she waved vaguely at the overflowing hamper in the corner, “to the laundry room tonight if you want clothes for the exercises tomorrow.”