To say that Noctis was anxious was an understatement. He was nervous, excited, thrilled, scared.
He was feeling everything.
He was going to ask her today.
Today.
Despite how overwhelmed he felt, his legs still moved on their own, their walk brisk and confident as he moved. His own body seemed to hum at the thought, feeling that the time was now. Memories of her soft skin under his palms, hot breathing brushing over his cheek, the glow of her hazy eyes staring up back at him, enchanting and beautiful.
They were going to do it, or at least, he was going to bring up the topic.
It was just her answer that he was most scared of.
Would Claire agree that it was time? His hopeful instinct said that she was ready. She not only returned each kiss with just as much passion, she initiated some herself. Catching him off guard when he was tired or frustrated. Just a simple tug of his tie and there were her lips on his and all troubled thoughts where gone in an instant. And their bodies, always fit so snugly together, her hands going over his frame with just as much vigor before sharply pulling at his hair, that action painful and arousing with how insistent and demanding she could be with the gesture.
All their moments throughout the castle screamed in his head that they were both ready to go further with it, to truly be joined and to feel each other for the first time. To really, truly be husband and wife.
But he still had that nervous bubble in the pit of his stomach, making him woozy and dumb as he scrambled for the best way to bring the topic up. His legs were moving a little too quickly for his mind, but with how eager and anxious he was, he barely noticed. It wasn't till he stopped in front of their bedroom door did he realize that this was it.
Noctis gulped as he stared up at his door, feeling like it was the first time he's ever seen it. Black in color and carved from the finest wood in all of Lucis, hues of lovely calm silver framed the door and brightened the handles against it. Swallowing his lead heavy tongue, Noctis reached and grasped for the handle, noting how cold the metal felt in his hot palm. Slowly, it gave under him and opened the door to his room.
His wife was waiting out on the balcony, perched in one of the two chairs she had moved outside so they could sit and watching the evening drown away into night. The sky left in a darkening purple hue with a few bright eyed star shining out against the color, Noctis grimly realized that he has missed the daily ritual. Claire didn't seem to mind much as she noted aloud, "Welcome home."
Noctis smiled, her voice calming the butterflies just a little as he gently closed the door behind him. His hands coming up, he tugged his tie off and dressed out of the work clothes he wore for the meeting with the nobles outside Lucis. "Its good to be home," he promised her, a little embarrassed, he added, "I missed you."
He saw her start in her seat outside, turning around to peer at him from over her seat. Red faced, Noctis turned away, dropping his suite on a near chair. For a moment, there was silence between them, silence Noctis was scolding himself for. Then Claire, a sure smile in her voice as she eased, "The castle was quiet without you."
He chuckled. Anyone that knew him knew that he wasn't known for his loudness. He was one of the more quiet occupants of the manor. As he unbuttons his white shirt, he debates if he should put another shirt on. If this was going to go the way he wanted too, he shouldn't bother... or he'd completely embarrass himself if it doesn't.
"Something on your mind Noct?" she asked him, making him pause just as he got the final button. Looking up at her, just as she walked, wearing a casual light brown shirt and faded blue jeans, he found himself staring, his mouth falling open to ask her right then and there. Only to catch the forlorn look in her eyes, a tired glint that dimmed the bright glare she usually held in them. All thoughts of a pleasured evening went out the door when he caught her mood. Straightening he asked, "What happened?"
She blinked in surprise at him before relaxing and shrugging him off. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing at all."
It was something. The look in her eyes hasn't gone away. And it may never for a while, or so he felt. "Claire." She looked at him. "You do know that I am here for you, right?" For a minute, she looked surprised like she had completely forgotten that that was part of the deal of their marriage. A promise to protect and support one another, to always stand by each other in times of hardships, through the thick and thin, as husband and wife.
There was a shift in her as she remembered the silent vows the necklace on her dresser and the ring on his finger promised. They were there for each other.
Faster than Noctis was prepared for, Claire was in front of him, forehead lightly pressing against his chest, her hair tickling his collarbone as her icy hands shyly set themselves on his torso, the coolness of her touch making him shiver pleasantly. Her breathe tickled over him as she lightly leaned into him, a very, very light tremble coming from her body that was almost unnoticeable. His arms wrapped atound her shoulders as his head lent on top of hers, enjoying the feel of the feather light hair brushing against his jaw and neck. "I'm here," he whispered.
Those hands moved around him, wrapping him up in a loose hug as she fully lent into him. "I know," she murmured, "I know."
It felt like a content eternity passed by them as the two lent one another, enjoying the comfort and presence of the the others body near, the smell of their scent familiar and comforting, and the tickle of their hair, breathe, and touch echoing throughout their body. Even the slightest shift didn't break the spell as Claire drew away to look up at him, her eyes a bit brighter than before, but the worn glint was still in them.
Her hand rose up to his face, cradling his cheek like it was the first time, feeling his smooth skin beneath. His eyes nearly closed as he titled into the touch. "You're eyes are red," she whispered. He opened them, staring at her, watching as her own glow with their own light. "They're still beautiful," she promised him, even if he didn't ask if they were. His neck moved on its own, bending down slightly as their noses touched in the gentlest manner, like two deer nuzzling one another. Her nose slid past his as her lips came up to him, kissing him.
It was immediate that they fell into the moment.
Mouth moved against mouth, breathing brushing each cheek as their hands started to roam and slide beneath their clothes. Their eyes closed as they relished the touch, they royal couple moved themselves along till Noctis' legs bumped against the bed, sending him toppling over to the soft mattress, his queen following after him, her eyes never leaving his as her lips recaptured his.
His hands slid under her shirt, gliding around her torso, pausing when he came across a nick or scar to coax and brush over the rough skin, memorizing its location and the feel. Above him, Claire shuddered at the caress, her forehead leaning against his neck, her breathe hot and deep in his ear that left him little to think about than just Claire.
Claire, sitting on him, sighing into his ear.
Claire, shuddering under his touch.
Claire, kissing his lips and looking deep into his blood red eyes. "I love you," she promised him, her lips tickling over his as she spoke. "I truly do."
With more vigor than before, Noctis kissed her hard, his heart soaring at the words as he whispered against her lips. "I love you." It was a promise he heard over and over again in his ears, a chant, a song that wouldn't go away. One he didn't want to go away. The mattress grunted when Claire fell on her back, Noctis looming above her, kissing and caressing all over while her own hands tugged at his hair and massaged his own body. Slowly, clothes were pulled and tossed away, leaving them open for their eyes to see every mark and detail covering their form.
Undisturbed and aware of only each other, they allowed themselves to fall into the heat of passion, the hums of their pleasured sung into their ears as the two became one.
"There's something different about you," Serah mused randomly as she stared at her older sister, then over at her brother-in-law. At a glance, there was nothing different in appearance. But it wasn't their appearance that's changed, but more of their behavior...
They were just more comfortable around each other.
Or it seemed like.
But Serah couldn't completely put her finger on it that was different. Her sister and husband didn't talk anymore than normal, they didn't touch anymore than normal either. But something changed between the two married royals. But what...?
Maybe it was their eyes that drew her attention. They glowed brighter than usual, or would lighten up when one or the other was near.
"You stare any harder your face will freeze," Claire couldn't help but find herself warning, catching Serah off guard. By the small twitch of her eye, her older sister was annoyed with her stare. Cracking an amused smile, Serah stuck her tongue out childishly. "You wish," she humored, "I'd never date any other boys if it looked like I was glaring all the time."
"Dad would be so happy, I think he'd dance."
"Odin dancing," Noctis murmured as he came up to join them, arching a brow at the thought, "now that would be quite the sight to see."
Claire raised an eyebrow at him, "I'll have you know that our dad is a brilliant dancer."
"You could almost say that's how he impressed mom," Serah offered.
Hope snorted, "I highly doubt that."
Claire hummed, "I'm pretty sure it was his brutality in battle."
"Really? I thought it was his heroics."
"Averia told me it was because he was beautiful."
"He was covered in blood Hope, there's nothing pretty about that."
"I don't know Serah, there's a certain elegance in battles."
"Not when you're covered in blood."
"That's a matter of opinion, dear sister."
"No sis, its an honest to goodness truth. You don't want to meet people when they're covered in blood."
"Hold up," Noctis interrupted the three, turning all eyes towards him. "You guys don't know how your parents met?"
"Of course we do," all three of them said.
Noctis peered at them, a dark brow raising. "I'm hearing different stories on my end."
Hope chuckled, "That's because they both tell it differently. Averia more romantic than Odin, and he's more... honest? Is that the word I'm looking for..."
"Either way," Serah said with a longing sigh, "I do believe it when they say it was love at first sight. Just like you two!"
Both blushed darkly as Claire balked and Noctis stuttered. "I wouldn't call it at first sight Serah," Claire insisted. Noctis added with a babble, "Right! We didn't know each then! She was beautiful! Don't get me wrong! But she was also scary! Have you seen her in gun practice?"
Claire blinked. "That reminds me."
"Shit."
Turning to him and waving a frustrated finger, she scolds, "You need to get over yourself and aim."
"I am not learning to shoot someone's thigh!" That was way to close to home. Claire scoffed. "Its no different than shooting at the head or chest! Only this time they don't go down dead. They go down screaming."
"And that's why I don't want to do it, no man needs to go through that."
"Even the coming soldier coming to gut you?"
"I could slaughter him before he touches me."
There was a skip in Lady Averia's steps today.
Her blue eyes bright, her lips curled up into a bold smile, a happy tune hummed out with each step she took. It seemed like she was looking at the castle home with a whole new light like it was the first time being there. She'd stop to stare at the grim black statues littered throughout the halls, dote over the adorable flowers in the garden, and sit by the fountain, enjoy the lull of water flowing out. Seeing her like this was otherworldly to Noctis. The noblewoman has been nothing but tired for the past few days, and now the sudden energy she had came out of nowhere.
She scared him witless once when he was passing through the gala and she screamed, "Noctis! Dance with me!" Before he could attempt to escape, she had him in her clutches and they where stumbling around the large room, Averia laughing as upbeat music played in the background.
She was just so... happy and excited.
And she wasn't the only one.
There was a shift in his wife. She held herself like a general instead of a future queen, her shoulders set back to make her figure strong and sure, demanding strict attention with all she met, making the servants jump and cringe whenever she walked by. Whether this was on purpose or not, Noctis didn't know, or didn't dare ask.
Serah was much like her mother, her happiness and excitement clear, but there was also a stern note in her eyes and posture. There was an air around her that felt like she was enjoying a sunny day right before the storm hit. She knew it was coming but wasn't retreating inside yet while her mother just looked excited to dance right in the middle of it.
And much like Claire, Hope took on a similar form, his head high and eagerly meeting anyone else's eyes. He took to following and talking to the royals whenever he could, asking for a spar or to discuss plans to improve Lucis and Niflheim's relations.
It wasn't till his father pulled him aside and told him the news that had perked the Farrons up.
Lord Odin was coming to Lucis.
Noctis didn't know the full details, only that originally, after some message was sent to the Farron manor, Odin had sent the rest of his family to Lucis, remaining behind to deal with Niflheim.
And now he was coming here.
Its hard to say if that was a good thing or not.
The Farrons were excited, anyone that knew them could tell by the flicker in their bright eyes. Anyone closer though could see the nervous shift as well.
Odin was coming.
Outsiders would see it as a father reuniting with his family. Anyone else knew there was a little more to it than that. His father recently got word that Eldercapt was gone. Long thought to have been locked away in his castle, the realization of it let a cold fear chill their bones. Idola could be anywhere. Even Lucis.
Like a true father, Odin was coming down to see his family, and help the Caelums keep an eye out for Eldercapt. Perhaps even tempt Eldercapt to come out of hiding so that he could confront Odin. Regis suspected that Eldercapt might be more likely to flee once he learns of Odin's comings. Whether that was the lord's true purpose or not, Noctis didn't know.
He honestly had no idea how this would go down. Eldercapt would be moving either way, towards Odin or away from him, he doubted the old king would stay in one spot while hiding. Just thinking that Eldercapt could be somewhere in Lucis made Noctis shudder. It was like knowing there was a snake in the backyard, and that there was little you could do to get rid of it.
It was well hidden and dangerous, just one wrong move could the last.
Leaning against a window frame, watching as Odin made his way towards the manor, Noctis couldn't help but compare his first meeting with now. Odin hasn't changed much in the past couple of months. His hair was still long, white, and thick; his eyes a glaring green that was dark in comparison to the rest of his pale complexion. He still held himself tall, his broad shoulders back and squared, his faithful weapon, Zantetsuken, still clasped to his side. He was as intimidating still as his first appearance was. Noctis didn't know if it was from a wary admiration or if it was that he was married to Odin's precious daughter; but the war lord was still frightening.
But... there was something off about Lord Farron.
Maybe it was his walk, while as steady as ever, it was slow and heavy; maybe it was how his eyes seem bolder than usual, with dark bags underneath.
He just seemed... tired.
That seemed like the best word to describe the lord. And with his exhaustion, there was a small sense of urgency. A tired Odin seemed vulnerable. And if Odin was vulnerable... it felt as if they were too.
"How's dad looking?" Claire asked as she came up beside him, leaning against him and joining him as they watched Odin, a smile gracing his face as Averia came to meet him, already cupping his towering face as his hands came around her waist. They could almost hear her worried scolds about how he exhausted himself.
"Tired," Noctis admitted, his own arm wrapping around her waist naturally as he rested his cheek on the back of her head. They really didn't have to think about the gestures anymore.
"Hopefully he can rest easy here," she murmured. "I know mom and Serah will be forcing him to sleep as much as they can." Noctis hummed in agreement, bending down and lightly kissing at the back of her neck, a gesture meant to sooth and distract her. Claire reacted to the gesture, her head bending forward slightly, her hair falling away leaving him with better access. As his lips rolled over the skin, her body relaxed against him, turning to putty with the simply action.
"Its... this is going to end soon," Claire murmured, her head lolling to the side as she enjoyed the touch.
"It feels like it will," Noctis agrees, guiding his mouth up and kissing behind her ear.
Humming in approval, Claire squints her eyes open to see Odin staring up at them, his expression unreadable. Claire's lips turned up in amusement as she said, "Dad knows we're getting along." Immediately Noctis ministrations pause, the prince going stiff behind her. Slowly looking down to his father-in-law, his wide eyes met cold jades. Claire laughed when she felt Noctis gulp behind her.
"Its not funny," he insisted. Odin might kill him later. His wife simply shook her head and smiled, coming up and placing a light kiss against his own neck before she moved away to join her family below as they started to drag Odin inside and probably to bed.
The Farrons and the Caelums all sat around each other, mingling in a warm sense of familiarity. Odin and Regis sat reserved in their seats, choosing to listen to the surrounding talk more than joining it, a cup of warm tea clasped constantly in their hands and raised to their lips every few minutes for a small sip. Only a few times did they speak, making a few comments, notes, or discussing something else with someone or each other when an important thought demanded attention. But over all, they listened.
Hope was talking with Noctis, comparing gunblades and boomerangs to swords and javelins; comparing how each one was used and held in battle, the speed, the weapon weight. It wouldn't be long till the prospect of a spar would be brought up between the two princes, the excitement dancing in their eyes as the new coming challenge coming to them.
Serah and Averia were making plans of hosting a beach party by their home, exploring all that they could invite when this war was over, maybe even try and find Serah a good match (much to the girl's flustered displeasure, her mother earning a light scolding for the suggestion).
Claire sat silently though, barely touching her drink as she sat in pensive hush, her eyes locked on the opposite wall, flickering slightly with each thought that difted to her mind. Odin's eyed his eldest, watching the curl of her brow as she frowned, the corner of her lips turning down. He's only seen such a face a small handful of times. The first time had been when she had first met Caius Ballad and his adopted rivalry with the heiress. The challenge had come out of nowhere and the eleven year old had no idea what to think about it. As the bitter words continued to sting, she easily started to fight right back, falling to the easy lay out of rivals.
The second the look appeared was when she joined her very first council meeting with Idola, listening and trying hard to keep up with the arguments flung across the room. He remembered Idola was the one to explain to her that all the nobles had their own ideas on what was best for Niflheim, his aged hand wrapped around hers, rocking them along as they walked.
"Some want to make peace with Lucis," the old king spat out to the fourteen year old. Odin walked behind them, half listening as he tried to sort the meeting out.
"But didn't they kill grandma?" Claire asked, her voice so much softer than it was now, her brow furrowed as she tried to remember the kind woman that was usually seen with Idola. She used to take Claire outside the city to play and see the wild chocobos. "They did," Idola confirmed. "That is why I want to go to war. I know it won't bring Ancora back, but it is my right for revenge."
"Only if we have the funds for it," Claire said strictly, wagging a finger at the old king, catching Idola off guard slightly. "Didn't you listen to Mister Auron? We don't have the funds for it."
Idola stared down at her before throwing his head back and laughing. "Oh my dear," he chuckled, "don't you ever change."
That same confused look crossed her face as Claire stared up at him, wondering why would she ever change as Odin caught up to the two to take Claire home. He had never truly asked about her worries when she got that look, leaving it to Idola or Avi to handle. But as times grow desperate and family's torn apart, Odin decided perhaps it was time to breech the topic.
Nodding to Regis, Odin got up and sat beside Claire, making her start as she felt movement beside her. Looking up to her father, she cracked him a small smile as she whispered, "Hey."
"A gil for your thoughts?" Odin asked.
Claire blinked as she stared down at the tea in front of her, looking like she just remembered that it was there. Finally reaching for her cup of lavender she brought it up for a small sip, her own silent way of choosing not to respond. At least immediately. "I got nothing to share," she said at last. Odin replied, "You always have something to share. Either in weapons, tactics, politics, or the latest hunt." Then he asked after a thought, "Have you taken your husband out for a Niflhiem hunt yet?"
She quirked a smile. "No, but I should."
"Oh, that's right. I want to say congratulations on a successful marriage... but I can't bring myself to say it."
Claire snorted, trying hard to keep the laughter bubbled up. "Weren't you the one that encouraged it?"
"Yes, but doesn't mean I like it. Is it common for you two to make out next to windows for everyone to see?"
"Only the ones that look or care would notice," Claire teased.
Odin sighed and relented to that. There was no denying that he did care that his Lucii son-in-law was comfortable with his daughter, and vice versa by the looks of it. It was all for peace, or so he reminded himself. Someday he's sure he would tolerate the prince, hopefully.
"So," Odin started again, "what is really on your mind."
Claire sighed as she considered her thoughts, leaning forward and setting her cup down on the table, fated to be forgotten again. Looking over to see if anyone would be listening, she leans towards Odin, whispering, "What if I told you that I-"
She was cut off when a loud bang echoed throughout the castle. Odin, Regis, Claire, and Noctis all leap to their feet, their eyes alert and narrowed as they stared at the door. Without looking, Odin ordered the others into the back room, hands resting on the hilt of Zantetsuken as he made his way to the door. "But," Hope tried behind him, only to be silenced when Claire backed it up. "Now," she ordered, drawing closer to Noctis.
Placing a hand on each of their shoulders, Averia pulled Hope and Serah into the back room, eyes also locked on the door. "Hurry," she whispered to them, pushing them to the back room, her hand resting on the gun she kept hidden under the hem of her dress.
Turning to the couple, Regis strictly ordered, "Stay in the back you two, we don't want Eldercapt to be the first thing you two see."
"I'm sure we could handle him," Noctis started, only for a squeeze from Claire to shush him. Glancing towards his wife, he saw that she was tense as his side, eyes locked on the door. It was almost like a behemoth was about to burst through the door. Squeezing her shoulder reassuring, Noctis relented as they walked back closer to the door where the rest of the Farrons were. Noctis could hear them shuffling in the room, weapons being pulled out and grasped tightly.
In the hall, thunderous bullets roared out through the castle, along with the booming steps of charging guards. The door between them was nearly flung off its hinges, the head of the kingsguard, Rosch, walking through stiffly with Idola limping behind him, with a young blonde behind him, grasping his gun tightly as his eyes fell to royals.
As Idola's mad eyes started to drift towards Regis and the couple in the background, Odin drew it towards him with a firm voice. "Idola."
Narrowing a glare at Lord Farron, the old king spat out, "Odin. The son that tossed me aside. And if you're here..." his eyes flickered over, catching sight of Claire, "then so is my granddaughter." His eyes lit up as he saw Noctis next to her. "And the man that holds her captive." Idola smiled. "You'll look good for a dead man."
"Eldercapt," Regis warned, stepping into his sight. "Lets take the chance to talk this out. I do not want to be the one to kill you."
Idola smiled. "You say that like I also don't want to kill you Regis. The Caelums have thinned out so much, just two bodies are all that's needed to litter the ground." Idola lifted his gun lifted up and pointed at the Lucii king. "Sir," Rosch tried only to be cut off with a sharp glare. "Step in the way and you can join them."
When Rosch didn't respond, Idola smirked before firing. Odin jumped in front, the bullet easily bounced off by the blade, making metal sing at the collision. "Rosch! Idola snarled. Rosch didn't move for a minute, staring at the steel green eyes that barely spared him a glance, locked on the old king. "Rosch!" he continued to snarl, only for the kingsguard so slowly lower his blade, grimacing. The air glimmered and flared around the two and Idola blinked when dozens upon dozens of swords and spears, all pointed towards them. Glancing over to the two Caelums, Idola saw the cold red of their eyes staring at him daring him with their arrogance to move.
His lips curling into a sneer, Idola refused to back down.
If this was going to be his last stand, he wasn't going to crumble under such cowardice. His gun still stretched out, Idola eyed Regis before glancing over at Noctis, standing next to his child like he owned her.
"I'm happy Idola," Claire's voice rang out in mockery in his mind, a lie to ease his mind.
She wasn't.
She couldn't.
His finger moved on its own, the bullet flying out past all the weapons and towards the surprised prince. Before it could hit, Claire moved, her eyes locked on his as she stood in front of her husband, letting the bullet tear at her. Idola stared at her in cold shock, his gun dropping from his shaking hand, not moving as Odin charged, his green eyes ablaze as the twisting sword came down towards him.
The future king of Lucis sat hunched by the wall, his face in his hands, fingers gripping his scalp. Around him the rest of his family sat in tense hush, waiting for the long hours to recede. When the a doctor stepped out, they'd know the fate then.
Watch over us Etro, Noctis would whisper in his mind over and over again. Praying.
Soon. They just had to be done soon.
He didn't know how much longer he could wait.
Averia perked in her seat, her sharp eyes watching the outlines of the doctor and nurses in the room before smiling, reaching out to squeeze Noctis' shoulder. "They're done," she said in a soft tone that everyone heard, all immediately looking towards the door, watching as the doctor reached for it. Noctis was already on his feet, ready for the news.
The man didn't look all too surprised to see the large group peering at him, the prince's gaze locked onto him. Nodding to them, he waved towards the door. "She's tired, but she made. Both of them did."
Noctis brushed past him, heading straight towards his wife from where she lay in the bed, her head lolled to the side in her exhausted and drugged state. Her eyes though were locked down, not at her husband, a soft smile on her face. "She's beautiful," she promised him, moving her arms slightly so Noctis could get a better look.
In her arms was a little girl, their first child. First princess to the throne in a long while. Noctis stared at her, awed by the dark pink tuff on her head, her squinting face as she frowned at the light. "She's so tiny," Noctis couldn't help but whisper, making Claire laugh. "Most newborns are," she said quietly. "Ah she is so precious," Averia whispered as she came in, eyes locked on the bundle in her daughter's arms. "Look at us Odie, we're actually grandparents!"
The present Niflheim king hummed, a soft sile on his face as he peered down at his first grandchild. "She'll do us proud."
"She looks... squishy," Hope murmured, earning a light smack from Serah and a glare from Noctis.
"She'll be a future," Claire said simply.
She'll be the bind between Lucis and Niflheim.
Their little Princess Lumina Idola Caelum.
thank you everyone for reading Bound! i hope you all have enjoyed the story as much as i have writing it. and its nice actually writing a fic that is as short as i want it to be (chapter wise anyway). lumina's middle name is idola out of the farron's past relation with him, and an honor to the man that helped them through thick and then.
i don't know when my next 13/15 story will be up, maybe soon maybe in a while. Fabula will still be up and going though again, updates will vary. my next lightis fics will be either Alien, Little Rose, or falsum in uno, falsum in omnibus.
Alien is an idea i have yet to see around the 13/15 crossovers, and if someone has already posted the idea up, i apologize, but i'm hoping its going to be a successful original (somewhat at least) idea.
Little Rose was originally going to be in Fabula, but i'm moving it out to grace the world outside. the idea was just a little too interesting to leave in the drabble.
and those of you that have read the original falsum in uno, falsum in omnibus, be very aware that this rewrite is a drastic change to what you knew before. it can be considered an all new story entirely, the title is just being reused.
for those that have a soft spot for the prompto/lightning pairing or willing to explore it, be on the look out for On the Docks.
again, i have no idea when the next 13/15 crossover fic will pop up or which one will pop up first. OtD and one of the two lightis fics will likely be posted up roughly around the same time. we'll just have to see where the wind takes us. thank you all for reading!