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my favorite thing is monsters learning how some humans live and just being ‘you live like this?’ in shocked horror
I mean. One of my favorite things is the monster adopting the human.
Human: Lives in pretty much a literal hole, nothing to fuck up or lose if its broken into or anything.
Monster: Okay fuck this noise you’re my child now. I don’t care if you’re a grown ass adult you’re my kid now come on, I’ve got an empty house that needs some life in it. Also for fucks sakes we’re going clothes shopping.
Human: *Bemused blinking*
honestly? same.
but also imagine this with ardyn and some 16-24 year old he finds living in terrible conditions.
Okay but like.
The entire Galahdian Refugee sector.
This is Insomnia. Why are they barely surviving? This is the *glittering crown jewel* his brother fucked him over for. Why are people *suffering* here?
Why is this barely-fledged teenager living in a firetrap above a cesspit, with no bed, and his only clothes being his work uniforms, which belong to the Crown anyhow, legally?
Why *The Fuck*.
And oops that’s how Ardyn adopts all the feral Glaives and ends up with a couple dozen kids that are also proficient in murder and mayhem.
Ace and Nyx, young, terrible, with *nothing* after their lives burn down. Before they get back on their feet. And Ardyns heart breaks because shit dude that’s his family. Living like this.
Oh shit he still has a heart. That’s. Well that’s a Problem.
Shit he has *nephews*.
It’s time to go shopping, children. Uncle Ardyn is here to take care of you now.
…Now you made me want Ace and Co. to all stay in Insomnia together and-
Well. The refugee sector sucks. But they make do, and because they need more money and Selena is still too young to join the Glaive, well, Ace joins. And he finds it stupidly easy to lie and Regis’ magic doesn’t even touch Ace’s magic because Ace has his own magic so tight under wraps.
So Ace is a Glaive. And Ardyn comes by and somehow winds up adopting all of the Galahdian Glaives because he gives them things like blankets and coats and food and is generally nicer to them than the Insomnians.
Ace has never been more grateful for his uncle.
(Also now the Reveal is so much funnier because Regis probably met Glaive Ace at least once and didn’t notice that Ace was his kid.
The only reason that Regis even finds out is because Ace is standing guard at some important meeting with Nyx and Lib and Crowe and then Nyx gets stabbed and Ace completely ignores Regis’ magic and reaches for his own instead and disappears in a warp and silts the man who stabbed Nyx’s throat in one easy motion.
Everyone can tell the magic Ace just used wasn’t the kings because said magic was purple. Ace ignores everyone expect Lib and Crowe and because he’s out of shits to give at this point, pulls an elixir out of the armiger and slams it into Nyx. It halts the bleed and heals Nyx and then, only when he’s reassured that Nyx is stable. Does he turn his attention to the dumbfounded nobility and royalty around him.
He scowls and waves.)
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I LOVE THIS. And just.
This is an Ace who doesn’t particularly like or trust Insomnians. He’s very much like Libertus in that - he keeps it under wraps, but it’s hard to be generous and congenial to people who (almost literally) spit on you every time you walk by. Yes, he knows that not everyone is like that, but - the Galahdians rarely ever meet people like that.
Regis is one of the few notable exceptions. Ace genuinely likes what he’s seen of his father, and holds no ill will towards him. He’s trying. And the few opportunities he’s had to guard the Prince - well, sometimes Prince Noctis can be a brat, but he’s not a bad kid.
But it’s Uncle Ardyn who came to them when they were starving, and brought food and water and blankets. It’s Uncle Ardyn, who actually dipped into his past as a healer and helped them stitch up their wounds. It’s Uncle Ardyn who Ace went on roadtrips with during his (very exceptionally few) periods of leave to gather the Royal Arms and complete his Armiger. He likes his father, and he’s sworn an oath to him, but it’s Uncle Ardyn who holds his loyalty.
This is - rather heartbreaking for Regis. He has another son. A galahdian son, who he’s literally known for years, and he never noticed. And his firstborn son never - never felt that he could come to him. Never thought he could trust him; his son, oh his son, who has lived in poverty and joined up with the Glaives to keep his family from starving, who has fought and bled and died and - oh, his son.
(Meanwhile, a great deal of nobles are quietly freaking the fuck out, thinking of everything they’ve ever said or done or implied about the Galahdians.)
Ace probably remembers how he, Nyx, Libertus, Selena, Tredd and Luche arrived in Insomnia and how no matter how much they argued, no matter how they pointed out that the landlord was inflating prices, they all wound up sharing a one bedroom apartment for a year because it was the only place that would take them and Ace is-
Well. He’s bitter. Of course, he is. He remembers having to fight to get a slightly better (better meaning less roaches and less cracks in the walls) one bedroom for him and Nyx to share. He remembers having to watch his friends fight for the same thing. He remembers the distaste Insomnians show his people (because the Galahdians are his people. his. Not the Insomnians.) and how he and Nyx and others had the cops called on them for daring to wear each others (and their own) beads in their hair.
And Ace doesn’t like most of the High Council. He’s had to sit and guard them while they argue over the rights of the refugees in Insomnia and at one point he bit his tongue so hard that he tasted blood but he never said anything. The point is, the longer Ace stays in Insomnia, the longer he’s a Glaive, the more he realizes that he doesn’t want to be a prince if it means being nice to those who’ve either actively or passively harmed his people.
(Also you wrote fought and bleed and died and now I’m suddenly thinking of Ace dying on the field from magic overuse after saving everyones ass and Crowe literally using lightning to shock him back to life because you can’t have her brother Ramuh.
He’s jokingly called ‘the Undying’.
The name sticks.)
So he stares down the nobility who’ve suddenly seem very pale. He stares down various Crownsguard members that try to get close to him and then freeze when he turns cold silver eyes on them. Ace isn’t impressed. He isn’t impressed at all and he has no interest in turning this into a dramafest for the nobles to gossip about later.
Instead, he turns his gaze from Regis (he doesn’t miss the hurt that flashes across his fathers face.) and hauls Nyx to his feet. Nyx doesn’t say anything about what Ace just did, he merely reaches out and squeezes Ace’s arm in thanks.
“Glaive,” Regis says and for once Ace hears the kings voice choked with emotion. Ace blinks and turns his attention back to Regis.
“With all due respect, Your Majesty,” and oh that hurts Regis, the fact that Ace doesn’t address him as father even with who Ace is so out in the open, “I’d rather do this somewhere else.”
royal bastard au ▸ noctis is probably there too ▸ and he’s dumbfounded because- because what; he knows that glaive; that glaive guarded him and gave him smiles ▸ like he knew something noctis didn’t ▸ and that glaive has magic that isn’t regis ▸ and that means that noctis has an older brother; that noctis’ older brother addressed him as ‘highness’ and held doors open for him ▸ and noctis hadn’t even bothered to learn his name
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Ace isn’t a traitor. He swore oaths, to Regis, to Insomnia, to Lucis, and he’s no oathbreaker - he keeps his oaths. He - cares for the city, as much as he can, but it’s just - hard sometimes. The people themselves are - well, relatively blameless, but - the plain and simple fact is that Lucis hasn’t particularly treated him well. (Something that Ardyn points out at every visit). The kicker is, that it is literally the safest place in Lucis. The Wall keeps them safe; Ace, the Galahdians, don’t really have a choice.
Also. As part of his intake into the Kingsglaive - there’s a very real possibility that Ace’s DNA samples are on file. It might be possible to perform one of the fastest paternity tests on record and - Regis feels another bolt of pain slice into his chest as he stares at the piece of paper that informs him that Glaive Apollonian is his biological son.
And it’s not like Ace was actually hiding who he was. Ace points that out ruthlessly when Regis (and Clarus, and Cor - Noctis is probably straining to hear the conversation via a ventilation grate) question him about it. His name is Apollonian and he’s Galahdian; he’s never hid who his mother was.
And then one of the three ask him why he never came forward.
“Would you have believed me?” Ace cocks an eyebrow. “Would any of you have believed me?” And with the Armiger and magic at his fingertips, it might have been enough to get him an audience, to get a paternity test done, but - “Besides, I didn’t really want to be linked with royalty.” Ace says shortly.
And Regis gets that, but still, why -
“The first winter I was in Insomnia, fifty Galahdians in the refugee quarter came down with influenza, and they nearly died because none of us could afford the medical insurance rates offered to non-Insomnians.” Ace says, words blunt. “A couple of them died. Less then there would have been if my uncle didn’t come by with a crate of bootlegged vaccinations and IV drips. We all nearly starved that year when we were trying to find jobs because no one would hire a bunch of ‘dirty, savage Galahdians’, and if Uncle hadn’t somehow managed to smuggle a literal truckload of food in, a bunch of the kids would have been first to go.”
“Uncle’s pretty much the only reason most of us are still alive. He shows up with food, with blankets, with medical care, and I don’t want to know how he manages to get the stuff in past the Wall. Pretty much the entire Galahdian quarter has been saved by him at one point or another, and he’s not even Galahdian himself. He’s not Insomnian either.”
“My husband and I have literally been arrested for wearing our commitment jewelry. I’ve been spat on, degraded, insulted to my face and been forced to make nice with the assholes because they’re Insomnian born and I’m not. I had to literally join the military just to get enough money to survive, and even then Nyx and I can’t afford anything more then a single set of non-uniform clothing. Everything we have gets poured into rent and food, and we *still* end up taking boxes of food from the mess hall home in the evening to feed friends and relatives.”
“The kicker is that this is still literally the safest place in the world for what’s left of my people.” Ace’s eyes narrow. “I’m not an oathbreaker, your majesty. I swore oaths to you, to your son, and to Insomnia. I keep my word. I’ll die in defense of this city if need be, but I don’t particularly like it all that much. I know there are good people here, and you’re one of them - none of the stuff that’s happened to the Galahdians has been at your hand, or through your actions or inactions. But I don’t particularly want to be associated with the upper crust in any way whatsoever. And that’s why I didn’t come forward.” A thin, humorless smile flickers across his face.
“My name, by the way, is Ace Aether Apollonian.” It’s almost an afterthought.
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