How would you feel if anyone else were to try their hand at a Kushiel-based or inspired AU? It's a fascinating universe and setting but would there be any hard feelings?
Hey, gorgeous. Thanks for asking this! <3
I already know of at least one person working on a Kushiel/FFXV crossover, I just donât think their work is posted publicly yet. I feel like I can speak for both @xylianna and myself that there would be no hard feelings whatsoever.
Thatâs kind of the beauty of fanfiction, in my opinion. Thereâs a million different variations to play with and everyoneâs voice is unique. I mean, Iâve personally read 600 re-tellings (numbers may vary) on Gladnis falling in love and Iâm still finding new, wonderful things to love with each story I read.
So, if you or someone you know wants to go for it, please do! Heck, let me know if/when it happens, cause Iâd be interested to see! <3
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My small secret santa gift for @foolhearty! Merry Christmas, friend! I hope you like silly fluff!
And you swept me away
Pairing: Promnis
Prompt: First Christmas as a married couple
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Prompto waltzs into the kitchen in a bit of a haze, his hair a tangled mess, sweatpants softly hanging from his slender hips. The smell of ginger and clove is in the air, pulling a grin onto his face.
âMorninâ, babe,â he yawns as he heads straight to the coffee machine.
âItâs hardly morning anymore,â Ignis responds with a soft laugh.
âSorry, I was completely out. Your fault, really.â
âIâm deeply sorry.â
âNo youâre not.â
âNo Iâm not.â
Ignis goes for deadpan, but canât help smiling at Promptoâs warm laughter as he pours himself a cup of coffee.
âPass me the cinnamon, Love?â he asks, pointing vaguely to the spice shelf above the sink.
âHey Iggs, ever heard of the cinnamon challenge?â Prompto asks as he grabs the small glass jar and playfully shoves under Ignisâ nose.
âIf youâre trying to lure me into trying it, youâll be sorely disappointed.â
Prompto laughs.
âDamn, I didnât realize you were so internet-savvy.â
âWe all have our vices, I suppose.â
A giggle, as arms circle Ignisâ waist from behind, pulling him into a tight hug, face pressed between his shoulder blades.
âMy husband, the meme-master,â says the muffled voice against his back.
Ignis is glad Prompto is too busy imprinting his face into the back of his shirt to notice the slight blush on his face. Husband. Heâs his husband, now. Heâll probably get used to it, eventually, but after less than a year, the word still ignites a small fire in the pit of his stomach.
âLucky man,â Ignis responds with a low chuckle. âAre you going to help me with these or not? They arenât for me, you know.â
âMmmnope. Iâm just going to stay here for a while.â
âPerhaps you shouldnât go around promising Christmas gifts you canât even make, then,â he says with a smile in his voice.
He feels Promptoâs snort against his back, holding him tighter.
âI couldnât exactly say no to the Marshal, Iggy.â
Ignis sighs, a smile on his lips, as he keeps mixing the batter.
âIâm well aware. It was probably part of his plan.â
âOh definitely,â comes Promptoâs voice, finally letting go of Ignisâ shirt.
He starts walking the table when Ignis catches his arm and twirls him back towards him. He turns around, elegant as always, as Prompto plops onto him.
They face each other for a few seconds.
âHello,â Ignis finally says with a soft voice.
âHi,â Prompto responds, a shy smile on his lips, taking in all of his husbandâs beautiful face.
He finally pushes himself on his toes, reaching up to meet Ignisâ soft lips with his. Ignis pulls his head up with both hands, spreading flour all over Promptoâs warm cheeks.
âPayment accepted,â Ignis says when Prompto finally breaks the kiss.
âPleasure doing business with you, sir,â Prompto says with a giggle, pressing a kiss onto his husbandâs hand.
Hi!! I just thought I'd say that thanks to 'This Too Is Sacred,' I've decided to pick up and read Kushiel ! I picked up the first book from the library today and I'm excited to dig in!! thank you for the wonderful AU & getting me into another series!
Oh, wow! Thatâs AWESOME! I truly hope you enjoy it, feel free to hit me up on chat and talk about it if you like!  :D
Thank you so much for reading our beloved AU and reaching out on Tumblr - you made my morning! Another chapter will be going live Friday/Saturday, so stay tuned! <3 <3
(tagging my partner in crime @aliatori so she doesnât miss your lovely note)
send me a ship and one of these and i'll write a mini fic
The shower hisses, spraying water down on his chest, while Cor just stared at the drain at his feet. Covered in sweat, that horrible acrid taste of puke couldnât seem to wash out of his mouth no matter how hard he brushed his teeth. His heart is still throbbing in his chest but heâs assured Prompto heâs fine. He hadnât even been asleep for very long, and the damned nightmares came to rear their ugly head.
âWhy are you still here?â
Promptoâs surprised to hear the voice come out of the shower. After nightmares, Cor can be silent for a long time, sometimes, he doesnât even talk, so muted by whatever he saw. He collects himself, and responds. âI can go if you like.â Prompto remarked. âIf you want to get out and change.â Cor was still uncomfortable with his body, so Prompto always afforded him the option of privacy to change his clothes.
âThatâs not what I meant...â
A lump in Promptoâs throat. âWhat did you mean?â
Cor is silent. Spray hits the top of his head. The steam is trailing around them, the water is so hot itâs making him feel dizzy. Cor stands there. âItâs so much... to deal with. I think... moving in, was hard on you, even if you didnât like your old place... and I understand... not wanting to deal with it.â Cor was so quiet, Prompto strained to hear him over the shower. âSo... why are you still here?â
A long pause.
âI donât know.â
Itâs not exactly what Cor wanted to hear, but itâs believable. Itâs the truth.
âI donât know what you went through, but it hurt you really badly.â Prompto replied, voice quiet, so he leans closer to the curtain. âAnd I donât want you to think... that thatâs something you have to deal with alone. Not anymore.â He traces the pattern on the shower curtain with his finger. âYou know... Iâm here for you right?â
â... for how long?â
âWhat?â Prompto asked, barely able to hear Cor whispering.
Silence.
âThank you. I need to change now.âÂ
Prompto understands. He steps out, and lets Cor get dressed. He hears shuffling, and some choking ruined noise, a sob, the sound of sniffing, shuddering. Cor steps out with red eyes and a pink face and acts like nothing has happened. Prompto allows it. Cor lays down beside him, and tries to sleep. Itâs a long process, shifting, sighing, adjusting his clothes, and Cor has to take some medicine, but he starts to drift off. In a deep sleep, Prompto cups his face, and kisses his forehead, and Corâs features lighten just a bit. And thatâs all he needs.
