TwoDragoons is a prompt inspired ship week for the romantic pairing of Final Fantasy XVI's Dion Lesage and Sir Terence. With LOGOS's imminent English release, there has been much for fans to look forward to.
A list has been curated with word prompts, poems, and exchanges between Dion and Terence to generate inspiration. There are no guidelines for how creators respond to prompts excepting their work should be new and feature the pairing of Dion and Terence exclusively. There are no minimum requirements and all media-types are accepted (fanfic, art, crafting, videos, meta, cosplay shoots, icons, podfic, etc). AI is forbidden.
Creations tagged with #tdshipweek during the event will be reshared. FFXVI is an M rated game with adult content, as such this shipweek may reshare a span of general and explicit works by participants. You do not need to follow this account to participate; curate your experience accordingly.
The shipweek will run from July 6-13th, 2026. Each day a prompt will be posted for participants. You may return to previous prompts at any point. An amnesty period will run for two weeks following the end of the round to reshare late or additional creations. An opportunity to provide feedback will also be provided then. Questions may be sent through DMs or email at [email protected].
Look forward to more in the coming months and start planning your creations!
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Dion thinks he must have died during the fall. He never feels the impact of the hard ground catching him, or his bones shattering until they look like tiny crystals embedded in the dirt. It occurs to him that there might not be anything left of him to feel. All his resolve had gone into his last action against Ultima. The only things left of him are two thoughts he struggles to hold: Now, father, it is done, and I'm sorry, Terence.
How wonderful it would have been to fight by Terence's side one last time. Dion didn't want Terence to see him die, or worse, fail. And he couldn't bear to witness Terence's death, had he allowed them to stay together.
As your soldier and lover, I will die for you. Terence had whispered those words one night, years ago, when he believed Dion was deep asleep. The sentiment both enthralled and deeply saddened Dion. It was spoken as if that had always been the purpose of Terence's role since they were youngβto die for Dion, no matter what.
"Why would my words sadden you?'
Dion's eyelids slowly peel open, fighting against the blood caked on them. Above him, studying him like an angel sent to retrieve a corpse, is Terence.
"I never wanted anyone to die for me," Dion says, but he can't feel his mouth moving. "Why are you here?" He thinks he's still falling, but it feels like Terence is cradling him. He can't see their bodies or where they are. He can only see Terence's serene face and a murky light above him that might be the last remnants of Ultima's essence.
A hand wipes blood off his face, then curls itself around the back of his neck. "I saw you fall. I had to catch you," Terence answers. Dion's chest rumbles like he's laughing, but no sounds of laughter are heard.
"I told you not to follow me." Another hand grasps Dion's gloved one, tight enough to convince him that Terence must be here, wherever they are, and not a dying manifestation of his memories.
"I've always followed your orders." Terence's voice has been straight, with little emotion; now a fissure is forming, and his words are filling with water. "I, I wanted to disobey you just this once."
You're stubborn, Dion wants to say. You're more stubborn than I am.
The hold on him squeezes and pushes Dion into Terence's chest. He smells clean and like a home Dion wishes they could have had together. He smells like promises Dion quietly made to himself because he didn't want to disappoint Terence if he broke them.
Are you real? Am I dying? Am I dead? Dion thinks, and he knows Terence must hear them, but he doesn't respond until Dion says, "I'm sorry."
"You've nothing to apologize for, my prince." There's no point, no reason, to feel apologetic anymore.
Dion goes without speaking for a long time. He wonders if he'll notice when he transcends to the other realm. Or if this nothingnessβwhere he can feel Terence's touch and feel his heartbeat against his cheekβis the last stop.
He still has more to say. "I wish I could see you again."
Something cool and soft presses against his forehead. "I'm right here. We're going together."
Dion doesn't ask where they're going. It doesn't matter, as long as he's with Terence.
Tumblr started recommending me posts abt Merlin, and now all I can think of is Dion x Terence Merlin!au
Dion would probably still be Bahamut's dominant, but somehow Terence would be an unmarked bearer trying to hide his magic. But at the same time Terence would be using his magic to protect Dion and making sure that Dion doesn't have to use magic, so that the curse can't spread any more than it has.
