A little tribute to my favorite dragoness.
Author: saratogaroad
This tale of our shared past is entrusted to the King of Kings.
The Six have safeguarded this star since time immemorial – each of a different mind, but united by this common purpose.
The gods’ protection extends to all creatures here below – even to the mortals created in their image. They are feeble creatures leading fragile lives and clinging to foolish fancies. The Frostbearer scorns these visions of ‘hope’ which melt like snow in the sun’s light.
Yet the Pyreburner admires their strength of will. For their reverence, he grants unto them his flame, and the world of man flourishes. His benevolence warms the frozen heart of the Frostbearer. The mortals have earned her respect; he, her love and admiration.
It is not long, however, before some among those men ascend to new heights of hubris. The people of Solheim spurn the gods who blessed them – the gods they once worshipped. The ungrateful mortals incur the wrath of the Pyreburner. He seeks to raze the very civilization his flames once helped build.
But the Six are sworn to defend this star and all of her inhabitants from harm – and, at times, from one another. The flames of war surge as Solheim fends off the Pyreburner’s fire. The gods’ pleas for peace fall on deaf ears and the battle rages on.
When the smoke clears, the world of man is in ruins, their star left scarred for time eternal. Wearied from war, the Six seek solace in slumber.
uhhhhhhhhhhh have these nutritious offerings
2500 words of hurt!Noct ignoct (with bonus Gladio carrying Noct bridal style), by me, in hopes of one day finishing it! Canon-divergent AU, because Ifrit is a summon in it (as he damn well should have been in the game,tyvm)
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There’s something to be said of their luck since leaving Insomnia – or rather the lack thereof – but stumbling into an actual nest of Malboros is a new low, even for them.Ignis can only recall bits of the battle between crashing waves of illness, blindness, and disorientation. The monsters’ fetid breath, the slimy tentacles leaving blistering burns on skin, the sound of glass breaking and blessed cool energy soaking in, coming to his senses in time to see Prompto or Gladio or all three go down, tossing Phoenix Downs and Fire spells between them without having to pause or even look at each other, listening to his friends’ screams of pain beneath the shrieks of furious monsters, finally slaying one only for three more to surge forward. Prompto’s perfect aim and magic-infused bullets taking the heads off two of the young Malboros one after the other, Gladio’s greatsword cleaving another in two, trading his own daggers for a spear to break through the hard outer layer and pierce the heart of a fully mature one. And Noctis.
Noctis, a blur of energy and magic, feet never touching the ground, slashing and hacking and cleaving, fire surging from his hand one moment and the cool green relief of restorative magic the next, taking hard hits and picking himself back up, taking harder ones and lying unmoving until the skies rip apart and Ramuh picks him up instead.
saratogaroad 