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@sparklecryptid @hamelin-born @distressedherbalistRight, so have a possible reveal for the Phoenix!Nyx AU, which I am not writing:—-Nyx is the only one to see it.(Which was honestly a little worrying – considering that Nyx wasn’t even meant to be there anyway. He was off duty and in civies, had only stopped by the citadel because Lib had managed to forget his phone when he went to work and he’d asked Nyx to bring it to him)But, in a room full of Crownsguard and ‘glaives, he was the only one to see the blade headed towards the Prince’s throat.He doesn’t even think, just reacts – warping directly in front of the kid and bringing his spare knife up to disarm the assassin, even as the blade slid between his ribs.(Fuck. That hurt. He always forgot how much mortal wounds hurt – and this was mortal, he could feel it in his soul)Libertus is there in the next second, supporting him, even as the King throws up a barrier and the Crownsguard and ‘Glaive moved to apprehend the assassin – but Nyx doesn’t move, not until Lord Clarus takes up his place in front of the royals. The moment that he does, Nyx collapses – leaning his weight into Lib as he struggled to draw air.“You complete fucking idiot.”Nyx choked on a laugh, blood sputtering past his lips. Lord Clarus’ face was set in stern disapproval, while Prince Noctis looked horrified at Nyx’s state and Libertus’ words – but Nyx knew that this was how Lib showed he cared. “Love you-“ He coughed harshly, “Love you too, Lib.” His smirk disappeared into a grimace as he was set on the ground, jolting his injuries. “Oi, have a little respect for a dying man.”Lib glared back at him, though Nyx could see how much this was affecting – he’d always hated it when Nyx died. “You shouldn’t have thrown yourself in front of a knife then.”Nyx sputtered out another laugh, giving his best friend the finger. He coughed again, worse this time, and had to fight back a scream as his muscles tensed around the blade still embedded in his sternum. Motherfucking bastard of a coeurl-smuggler. The pain radiated across his entire body, seemingly magnifying as the adrenaline faded from his system. He’d known from the offset that the wound would kill him, no matter what kind of medical attention he got, but keeping the blade in place just slowed that down. Fuck that shit. Nyx gripped the blade with blood-stained hands, inhaling sharply at the pain as he yanked it out – ignoring the protests of literally everyone around him.(He’d take a short and quick death over drawn-out agony any day)Finally, he could feel familiar fire burning in his veins – rising from his soul to consume him, a warmth that was as comforting as it was painful. Within seconds his skin was alight – flicking with the flames of his rebirth, bright and young and healing – as the world fades away from him and all he knows is fire.He could feel his body changing, the pain of a forced shift almost inconsequential compared to the feeling of freedom that being in his birth form gave him. (Nyx liked being human, and most days he was as much human as he was Phoenix. But, still, nothing compared to the feeling that came from having his wings out and his fire raging – he never felt freer than he did as a phoenix. It was addicting)It takes a couple of moments for his flames to bank again, to settle back down to embers in his soul, and then Nyx is shaking ash out of his feathers and stretching his wings – feeling the odd but familiar combination of achy and energetic that burning always does to him. Suddenly, like a switch has been flicked, his awareness of the outside world comes back – he can hear the shocked exclamations, the cut off “what the fuck” from Cor, can feel the fascinated gazes.Giving a joyful trill, he flies up to rest on Libertus’ shoulder – batting at his friend’s head with a single wing and laughing as he curses.“Oi! You bloody over dramatic flaming-chocobo!” Nyx squawked in protest – he wasn’t a chocobo – and Lib smiled at his win even as he adjusted his stance so that Nyx’s perch on his shoulder was more stable. He batted at him again, pecking at the side of his head, to tell him that he would really prefer some clothes and if Lib would just get on with all of this already.Noting that this was apparently going to take a while, he took the opportunity to scan the room: taking in the way that the assassin had been removed by the ‘glaives not distracted by him, the way that most of the Lucian’s were looking at him as though he was an oddity, the way that the King and Lord Clarus fascinated, the way that Cor just looked like he should have expected this, the way that the Prince looked both shocked and relieved that Nyx hadn’t died for him.Finally, Nyx’s gaze focused on the pile of ash that he had just flown out of – letting out a sadly resigned noise when all that remained of his clothing was a few burnt scraps.Damn it. That had been his favourite jacket.
#phoenix!Nyx au#Nyx is pretty and dramatic and just like a bird #and he warps like he flies #Noct feels so guilty - he thinks that this glaive has just died for him
#Then Nyx sets himself on fire #and everyone except the Galahdians are epic shocked #Libertus is just like - why am I friends with this idiot?#Because he knows it hurts Nyx - and just because he heals doesn’t mean he can be so reckless #Nyx is honestly more concerned with the fact that he lost his jacket
#he loved that jacket - he’d had it for years and it was just the right size and the leather was soft and comfortable #and fuck - he’d lost his boots as well #those are *expensive* #Lib is just like - serves you right you crazy bastard #Everyone gets an introduction to Phoenix Nyx in a nice dramatic fashion #that involves Nyx getting hurt because people can’t do their jobs
#snippet #nyx ulric #libertus ostium#Nyx is a really pretty phoenix #noctis lucis caelum
#I’m not going to write this - I *won’t*
@charlottedabookworm @sparklecryptid @theotherguysride @lectorel
You, my dear @charlottedabookworm, are an absolute gift. This is just - so damn beautiful, I love it I love it I love it! Just - Nyx, being in the right place at the right time through sheer accident and saving people without even thinking about it, not because of his duty, but because it’s the right thing to do. Look me in the eye and tell me that he wouldn’t have done that even if it wasn’t the Crown Prince there, and I’ll happily call you a liar.
And, despite the pain, despite the literal knife in his chest, not moving until someone takes his place. That - that makes me want to scream into a pillow; Nyx, you self-sacrificing pigeon. And Nyx’s irreverent attitude, in the face of (what all the non-Galahdians think is) death! It’s just - this man has literally sacrificed himself for them, he’s literally dying for them and he’s - yes. Well.
Also, Cor’s ‘what the fuck’ and resigned ‘I should have known’ are perfect and make the story, seriously!
And burning. Nyx burning - and, thanks to all the Doctor Who back-and-forth we’ve indulged in over the past - what, week or so? I now am completely unable to stop from imagining Nyx’s forced Burn as, in the initial stages at least, looking all but identical to a Time Lord’s regeneration cycle - look, golden flames licking under the skin, burning, coming back to life in a different form, free of mortal injuries, it fits.
And, to be honest - I don’t think you need to write this? I mean, you’ve already written this, and while I would love to see everyone’s reactions - the fallout of it being ‘discovered’ that Nyx is an phoenix, a quasi-immortal being, you don’t - have too? Don’t get me wrong, I’d be over the moon if you decided to do so, but I think this works as a stand-alone oneshot as well.
A few random FFXV!Phoenix things that this idea/fic has inspired - I now headcanon that, in this ‘verse, a phoenix lives - as long as they want to live. They can, in theory, continue on and on forever, but they don’t have to. And, being as how they are literally a different species, in some respects - I think the prospect of ‘forever’ is slightly different for them as compared to how it is for Nyx in the TimeIsCruel ‘verse - quite unlike humans, a phoenix is - well, literally built to handle ‘forever’. But they don’t have to. The option to - well, not do so is open to them.
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