#bloomwrites

Stolen from @rhibbet

Been seeing people doing this and I figured it’d be fun and maybe motivate me a bit to work on my fics LOL

Will write

Fandoms: E33

Ships: extremely strong preference for Verlune, but am open to any non-dead dove ships (except for Verstave sorry)

Can write non-ship fics too!

Genres: gen, angst, fluff, AUs, honestly anything that isn’t dead dove

A little bit of NSFW is fine

Won’t write

Battle/action scenes, I’m not good at detailing those lol

Anything dead dove

And regrets to the ashes

Fandoms:

Final Fantasy XVI

Relationships:

Dion Lesage/Joshua Rosfield

Characters:

Dion Lesage, Joshua Rosfield

Additional Tags:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Regret, Porn with Feelings, semi primed sex, Possessive Sex, Tender Sex, These boys are very damaged, sex with enough baggage to rival origin, Mention of other pairings, Canon Divergence - Phoenixgate resulted in Anabella's loss

Summary:

New Phoenixflare fic!

(what do you mean I didn't post it here the moment I uploaded his hush I forgot)

Everyone that is Someone of Importance knows, if spoken the right words at the right menu at the tavern with a bland name in Kanver, one could get access to The House of Splendors. Dion has heard much and more about this mythical place, where secrets, items and substances of splendorous properties and quality are traded with their own special currency. He never paid much worth to the rumors, although he'd received an invitation to partake a few years back.

But now the first signs of the curse rear their face, and the pain is starting to worsen the weight of the responsibilities he carries on his shoulders. If there's some discrete medicine to keep the pain at bay, it could surely be at that establishment. So one night, when their camp is reasonably near Kanver, he takes a few days off to visit the House.

He doesn't get what he wants. Instead he gets what he needs.

For @promnisweek Day 1: Soulmates

There's something particular to all citizens to Lucis. When one meets their soulmate, a countdown clock will appear in the place they touch first. It's a blessing from Lady Etro, who wants those consecrated to Her know how much time soulmates will spend together in life.

Ignis has had the timer for as longs as he can remember. No matter how much he looks at the countdown, the calculation remains the same.

Twenty years, two months, twenty-one days, seventeen hours, two minutes and thirty-six seconds. When Ignis reaches that age, his soulmate will die. His soulmate, who is nowhere to be found.

Read in AO3!

The first fill for the Promnisweek of 2019! feat. Angst with a Happy ending and Ignis very mixed feelings regarding his soulmate. Mentions of LuNoct and ClarCor. 

This year, for the first time ever, Noctis and Prompto are free on Christmas.

Noct is ready to give Prompto the best Christmas present ever. Though there are unforeseeable obstacles in his way.

It's the seventh so that means @ffxv-holiday-gift-exchange revelation time!

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

The overly indulgent Promptis Christmas date fic for @treya-barton, who wanted these love birds on a holiday date. It was a riot writing it.

Song of the Ancients

Summary:

Ignis is plagued with nightmares of a dark sky full of stars, ash in his mouth, a convalescent body shivering on his arms,  a loving tone in words he cannot hear and lips he cannot read, and the hum of power as the pyre around them lights.

Prompto has no dreams, yet he sees things that aren’t there: flowers he later learns are long extinct, fractals of light when sunlight pours through leaves, cracks of light on the statues of the Old Kings.

There is something in him that sings when he first sees Ignis handle fire. There is something in Ignis that screams when he sees Prompto in black.

There is a prophecy too –one they will destroy.

Even If they have to burn.

Guess who’s finally posting the Behemoth of a Promnis fic?  (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Late for @promnised-land​‘s Promnis Big-bang. But hey, better late than ever! 

Citadel Jazz 

For Day 1 of @promdynshipweek​  Quote - "Light is easy to love, show me your darkness”

Acta est fabula

In a world where Prompto is the Prince of Niflheim, he chooses companionship and solace in the only one he never should -and maybe that is enough to change fates, to stop the clock, to strip damnation from a betrayed soul with tender and devoted hands.

Ardyn humors a young soul, playing a game where he will tear the innocent limb by limb, where he will corrupt a Prince as thoroughly as he corrupted his father and the Empire he manipulates. But when the game transforms into a trap, he finds himself surrendering to its bars in the form of a pair of hands and violet eyes -and the hope they bring.

Snipets of a story

“Light is easy to love,” Prompto murmurs, and those violet eyes pin him with warmth and the weight of one born to rule and be betrayed. “Show me your darkness.” he demands, but Ardyn too had been a King, once. He hears the plea between the words crystal clear.

It makes him pause, cautious and calculating. This boy is only but a year younger than Ardyn himself was when he embarked in his foolhardy quest of healing.

The Empress is dead. Prompto Argentum, who fought tooth and nail to keep his mother's last name the true legacy of the empire, was the sole heir at five. A prey of gelatinous bones, even if he had overcome the poison that did his mother in. Or the blades that did his brother. 

Oh, he couldn't make it easy to Ideolas now could he?

“Your grace must to survive,” he answers, a quaint smile biding his future feast. “Only the living can experience the dark.”

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