#araluna

“You’re really gonna do it, aren’t you.” Lunafreya paused, a lock of hair hanging half-brushed from her hands. The small, smudged mirror she’d taken from the bathroom and propped up on the nearest desk wasn’t quite broad enough to see Aranea; she had to twist around to spot her reclining casually against the doorframe, dressed down in casual clothes rather than full armor for once. Despite her nonchalant posture, her expression was dangerously blank. Lunafreya twisted the hair around her hand. “Did something about my conduct give you the impression that I would go back on my word?” she asked idly. “The opposite.” Seemingly taking this as an invitation to enter, Aranea sauntered inside, swinging the door shut behind her. “I’m not surprised that you’re going through with it. Doesn’t mean I won’t tell you you’re out of your mind.”

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Prompt: Whumptober Day 1: Lamb to the Slaughter/Ceremony, Day 2: Prophecy, Day 11: Laceration Summary: When Ardyn attacks Lunafreya at the Altar of the Tidemother, Aranea comes to her rescue. Characters: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Aranea Highwind, Ardyn Izunia Ship: AraLuna (Aranea/Luna) Warnings: A bit of blood and violence Word Count: 3,000 Notes: this is a sequel to a previous oneshot of mine, but can easily be read as a standalone--all you need to know is that aranea and lunafreya are somewhat working together, but aranea's true allegiance remains unknown :)

“So’s coffee.” Aranea takes one last drag before she puts out the cigarette. “Yet here we are.” Standing, she greets the Oracle with a kiss on the cheek.

“Nonsense.” Lunafreya’s smile reaches all the way to her blue eyes and it just about knocks Aranea backwards, but she recovers and they both take their seats. 

“How about sugar? They’ve got your favorite.” 

game devs: these two never meet at all and they don’t interact

It’s femslash february and I haven’t drawn any girls kissing until now… a travesty. So here’s an Aranea/Luna sketch; if the game won’t feed me I’ll cook for my damn self.