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sanjismywhore · 1 year

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Brain and Heart

Ignis Scientia x reader

Warnings: Fluff, rejection

Requested by @batsandbirdsposts

Tysm for making this request! I hope you like it!!! (I’m sorry it took so long 😭)

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Stepping outside, you stared out at the sky full of stars above. Even if they couldn’t deliver any comfort tonight, you needed this moment to clear your head.

Then you heard the soft crackle of the fire. When you turned your head, A small luminescent campfire glowed at the center of camp. Ignis was sitting next to the flame.

His features were softened by the glow of the fire. A soft streak of light highlighted his face. His hair was disheveled, contrasting with his usual spiked pompadour.

He looked content… almost ethereal, like some sort of celestial being. You approached slowly, to not startle him, “Hey there, Specs.”

He didn’t look surprised when he caught sight of you and simply said, “Care to join me?”

As he gestured towards the ground, you walked towards him and sat next to the small patch of grass he was patting.

Ignis shifted into a more comfortable pose before breaking the silence with his eloquence. “It’s not like you to be up so late…” Looking directly at the embers of the campfire, he continued. “Is something troubling you?”

“I could ask the same,” You tried to give him a smile despite the abrupt awkwardness in the silence.

For a short moment, Ignis said nothing. He kept his gaze firmly planted on the embers as they rose into the air. “It’s been difficult to fall asleep lately…” His voice softened, then so did his eyes as he looked at the sky.

A sigh left your lips as you ran a hand through your hair. “Same here… Something’s been on my mind.” You swallowed hard, almost too afraid to admit it.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, staring at the fire alongside him.

His gaze drifted from the stars, towards you, and settled on your face. It seemed as though he wanted to say something else but he refrained. He merely kept his eyes on you, a silent plea for you to continue.

So you did, “It’s about Noct…” you paused, taking a deep breath. “How much I care about him.”

Ignis observed your face, his eyes boring into yours, which somehow brought you comfort. He sighed quietly, “I think we all feel that way…” He glanced at the flames dancing in front of him.

After a few moments, his voice returned to normal, sounding distant. “Perhaps you shouldn’t dwell on your feelings… But don’t forget who you are. We will never lose Noctis, but we should not hold onto him so tightly.” A faint hint of concern shone briefly in his eyes. “We all love him…” Then he added in a softer tone, “even if he has trouble showing it in return.”

That statement gave you pause.

“That’s not what I meant-“ You said, trying to explain your point of view to him. But then you realized that you weren’t even sure what you meant. “I just… wish things were different.”

“You wish he would’ve chosen you instead of Lunafreya? You have feelings for him, do you not?” He interjected with utmost speed and punctuation.

You shook your head vehemently. “Not really. I mean, yes. Of course, I do. But that’s not the point.” Iggy’s glass fogged up with surprise, but it was only faint. “What exactly is the point of this talk, (Name)?”

“I don’t know…” You replied truthfully, looking anywhere but at him. Silence descended on the two of you again. You leaned backward until you were laying flat on your back, staring up at the black sky. You felt yellow all over, going stiff from the anxiousness.

Neither of you spoke until Ignis broke the silence once again. “Do you love Noct?” His emerald gaze fell upon you once more. The question caught you off guard not because of its nature, but because of his tone when he asked. He sounded anxious.

It sent a shiver down your spine, making you want to curl into yourself even further. You wondered if you should lie. “Well… I… uh…” Words wouldn’t come to you. Cottonmouthed, all you could manage was a defeated sigh. “Yes, I love him…”

At that simple answer, Ignis visibly relaxed, although you could tell the tension in his shoulders wasn’t entirely gone. “I see,” he muttered softly.

The fire was beginning to die out, getting dimmer and dimmer. “And yet, you do not pursue anything. What happens to the relationship between you and him if you keep waiting?” The fire cast eerie shadows over both of you; the flickering light made it seem like the two of you were facing each other.

You slowly rose back into a sitting position. “I want to tell him, I do. But…” You paused again. The words stuck in your throat.

“But I don’t think it would go well.” You balled up your fists against your leg, looking at the ground sheepishly.

Ignis draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “A confession isn’t guaranteed to change the circumstances. All one can do is hope. That hope may be futile, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be attempted.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, shrouding yourself in silence for yet another long moment. “How do you get to be so wise, Iggy?”

As expected, a warm chuckle escaped his lips. “Human nature I suppose.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before releasing his grip, “Though I’m not as knowledgeable as I seem.”

He turned his head slightly and looked at you. Although it might have looked innocent, it held the slightest trace of worry within it. “There are times when people need encouragement to make their way forward. And I am always here to assist.”

His expression softened, turning gentle.

You smiled weakly in response. Just after a while, he stood up from the ground, looking down at you and offering his hand. “Get some rest. Tomorrow might bring with it many chances for you.”

The next day, you woke up with a heavy feeling inside your chest. The sun shone brightly through the tent flap, painting everything orange and yellow.

It was a new day, and you were brimming with confidence thanks you Iggy’s encouragement.

Leaving the tent, you immediately searched for Noctis. Though he wasn’t at the camp when you searched around.

Noctis was sitting near the lake’s shore, holding a sword in the palm of his hand as he watched the water. He looked like he was roughed up pretty well; no doubt he was training with Gladio all morning.

Seemingly lost in thought, the prince had a vacant look on his face as though he was thinking deeply about something. Every so often his hand would run over the blunt end of the blade before looking at the lake once again.

His features were hardened by the reflection of the lake on his skin, shielding the scenery around him in a soft blue dye. His eyes were narrowed with a cold expression that gave you butterflies just by looking into them.

Hair disheveled, and skin covered in bruises, Noct managed to look as majestic as ever.

After a few moments of watching him silently, you took a deep breath and decided enough was enough. “Hey, Noct.” You greeted him in a cheery tone as you approached him.

At hearing your voice, Noctis looked up and blinked. “Hey,” he managed in an exhausted tone. There were dark rings under his eyes; not having gotten enough rest either. And didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk.

“Gladio beat your ass again?” You chuckled softly with an amused smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms.

Noct only scoffed and rolled his eyes at the comment, planting his sword on the ground. “Only cause he’s a monster. All about ‘power’ and ‘strength’… Stuff like that…” He groaned as he stood up, rubbing the hell out of his sore neck.

Stepping away from the rock you were just leaning on, you moved closer—leaving enough space between the two of you. “I could give you some pointers if you wanna try again-“ At the utterance of your suggestion, he cut your words short.

“Yeah right. I’m done.” He interjected almost comically, sitting on the grass and then falling onto his back. “I don’t think I can take any more of this.” He threw his arms out, causing the grass under his arms to rustle.

A small laugh escaped you as you sat beside him, looking up at the clouds in the sky, which appeared to be forming a perfect circle. “It’s only for a little while longer,” You turned to him with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Once you get married…“

Suddenly the air was taken from your lungs. Your body went rigid as the words registered in your brain. “Married…” You repeated much quieter; your mood turned sour.

Noctis seemed to sense your sudden shift, as his gaze shifted towards you, softening as he studied your reaction.

For a brief moment, you saw confusion and uncertainty flash across his face before he completed your statement. “Yeah… Once I marry Luna, we’ll have an advantage over the empire.” He raised a brow at you as if you weren’t already aware of the fact.

You swallowed hard, trying not to grimace from the embarrassment you felt at the moment. “Right…” You managed to breathe out, clearing your throat. “Then you’ll be leaving… With her?”

Noctis raised both brows and leaned in your direction. “Of course not. Where did you get that idea?” Even though he didn’t sound annoyed, but rather curious, it still caused you to shrink down a bit inside.

You looked away, avoiding his curious gaze. “Nothing... just wondering…” An intense amount of heat flowed to your face, making you sweat.

Silence engulfed the pair of you again, and tension continued to grow stronger by the minute. It didn’t help that tears were beginning to spill from your eyes, yet you didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong?” He prodded, scooting closer to examine you. However, you were afraid of what might happen if you looked back at him.

You sniffled, “Because…”

Your head hung low from the embarrassment you felt. Taking a moment to wipe your eyes until they turned dark and puffy, you sucked up every ounce of courage you had left, forcing out:

“Because I love you.”

Noct’s hitching breath was uncomfortably audible, “What?” He was taken aback by your words. His body went stiff as he sat there wide-eyed and genuinely surprised,

“You love me?” He repeated a soft utterance of your words, leaning back on his palms and continuing to look at you. “Like, really love me?”

You only managed to nod your head. A few more minutes of silence passed before you began to curl up into a ball.

“I know it makes no difference when I tell you,” Your eyes stayed fixed on the grass in front of you. You couldn’t stand to even imagine the look in his eyes anymore. “But I wanted to.”

He sighed, running his fingers over the grass as he stared straight at the lake, “I always saw us as just friends. You, me, and the guys…”

Visibly uncomfortable with his choice of wording, Noct searched for a better term for his feelings. “I like you all the same.”

“As friends…” You returned in a gloomy tone.

“No, more than that…” He shook his head and waves his hand out in front of him like he was denying your statement. With a frustrated grunt, he forced out the only thing he would think of:

“I love you as a family!”

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. The word “family” hit you right in the feels and almost brought fresh tears to your eyes, but the heartache was soon replaced with a wave of relief.

“That’s the only way I can say it,” Noctis showed a hint of remorse for making you feel upset. “Sorry…” His apology was genuine, though I necessary since he wasn’t at fault for anything.

“I’m sorry for getting all mopey…” You uttered in a quiet tone, calming yourself down until your breathing was even again. “I knew what to expect and shot for it anyway,” You laughed softly, wiping your tears on your sleeve.

You felt pathetic crying over something like this, but Noct was surprisingly understanding.

He stood up from the grass, offering a hand to you. You accepted it, allowing him to pull you up off the ground.

After brushing yourself off a bit, you glanced back up at Noct and saw that his arms were outstretched. An invitation for a hug—something he rarely ever did.

You took the chance, hugging him tight. Closing your eyes, you used the time to lean into him and let your bodies sync in both pulse and movement. You sighed,

“Thank you for listening.” You mumbled into his shoulder, holding him tighter with a tender embrace. He patted your back gently, saying nothing before pulling away.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he probably wanted to say something else but decided against it in the end. “You gonna be okay?” He asked awkwardly.

You nodded, “I think so.”

Walking back uphill to the haven, you noticed Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis packing up the camp as they prepared for the next voyage.

As they spotted you walking toward them, they waved excitedly, “Yo! You’ve been gone for a while now. Did something happen?” Prompto inquired, dropping everything as he faced you.

“Was just talking to Noct over there…” You pointed behind yourself, continuing to walk towards them.

As Ignis stepped away from his makeshift kitchen space, he stepped towards you cautiously. “How did It go?” He whispered, placing his arm on your back and leading you away from the earshot of the others.

“Guess.” You groaned, leaning into his touch; eventually pressing your forehead on the upper part of his shoulder.

“You knew what would happen and told me to talk to him anyway. You set me up.”

Though your tone was more playful than hurt, a small part of you regretted even confessing to Noct in the first place. If only Iggy never talked you into it.

You felt his hand travel up your back, slowly making its way to your head—where he stroked your hair softly. “My apologies… it is simply impossible for someone to predict what will happen in a situation such as this.”

His eyes seemed to smile at you, yet you could hardly tell through the tinted lens of his glasses.

Sighing, you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your stomach churning... “I knew how it would turn out, and still told him like an idiot…” You felt nauseous.

Ignis gave a soft chuckle, “Well… I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.” His tone was hopeful and gentle as he squeezed your shoulders lightly. He always tried his best to make you feel better.

You nodded absentmindedly. “Still sucks though.”

Ignis, still holding you close, brought you to his cooking space—he hadn’t finished packing it all up just yet. “It will get easier once you get used to it. If you need to talk, you know I’m always here.”

Your lips curved up a bit as you felt a warm feeling enveloping your chest. “Thanks.” You mouthed, stepping away from Ignis and taking a seat on a log.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sit down, anticipating your next action behind a blank stare.

“Gonna join me, Specs?” Tapping the space on the log beside yourself, you gestured at him expectantly. Ignis looked over at where the others stood, who were doing well on their own, before nodding and following your instruction.

As soon as he was seated, you reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly. When you released it again, he looked down at his fingers and smiled faintly. The two of you sat together without saying anything, just enjoying a platonic moment of intimacy in silence.

The calm breeze gently blew through your hair, bringing with it a cool feeling, making you sigh content.

Once again you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. It did feel like Ignis was the only one in the group who truly understood you. You could tell him anything so easily and he would listen with or without reply.

He would just listen with patience and understanding. That alone made you believe he cared about you, which made it easy for you to trust him more and more.

With his hand wrapped around yours, Ignis continued to rub soothing circles on your wrist, hoping that it would calm your nerves a little more.

You closed your eyes, humming softly under your breath and letting out a long breath.

The two of you remained in silent comfort and warmth, enjoying each other’s company while being able to do nothing but enjoy it.

When the others started to make their way back to join you at the camp, neither of you made any move to get up.

Instead, Ignis kept looking at you and smiling fondly as he watched you relax further into him. His hand squeezed yours again as he turned his head to look up at the sky.

Your breathing was growing softer and eventually, you fell asleep right on his shoulder. With a soft chuckle, Ignis continued to hold you against him while uttering quietly to himself:

“I love you, (name).”

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gothfleur · 7 months

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The Prince’s Medic

noctis lucis caelum x gn!reader | sfw | fluff | 1,720 words

summary: after being added to the prince's retinue last minute, reader finds themselves having caught the prince's attention.

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Everyday with the boys was a surprise.

You were a new addition to the princes’ retinue, being added last minute to look after the prince as a medic. If anything were to happen to him, you were the one who had to make sure he saw it through.

Looking after Noctis was a big responsibility, but being able to divide it with the others made it easier to handle.

It was only a few days into your journey to Altissia, and you quickly noticed the boys had a habit of getting off-track. Going on hunts, missions, fetch quests. They fought hard, and though they always came out victorious, they didn’t always come out unharmed. You had already treated so many wounds. And not just from the Prince, but from everyone else in the group!

After a long day of driving, the boys and you decided to pull over and set up camp for the night. This is a nice little spot... you thought to yourself. The camp overlooked Duscae, lake water sparkling as the sun dipped lower and lower under the horizon.

When Gladiolus was finished with setting up your tent, you stepped inside and immediately tossed your backpack on the folding table you used as a medical station. You had some time left until Ignis was done with dinner, so you decided you should take stock on the medical supplies in your bag.

At this rate, you’d probably gone through 3 packs of bandaids. Mostly on Noctis alone. Out of all the boys, it was him who seemed to visit your tent the most. He’d stop by with the smallest of cuts, ones that most certainly could be left to heal by themselves.

... And then he would often proceed to stay around after you patched him up.

He’d make small talk. Asking how your day was, if you’d eaten, what your interests were. You weren’t stupid, you knew this was his way of hanging out with you. He was just too nervous to ask for it directly, opting to cover it up with “just need a band-aid!”

You smiled to yourself. The prince certainly had caught your eye, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have at least a little bit of an interest in him. But, he was a prince. And he was on his way to marry the oracle, who was also his childhood friend.

Maybe his visits were out of platonic affection, maybe he had a romantic interest in you. Part of you wished he did, but you tried to push that thought away. He was practically married already! But then again, as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t deny how his eyes were watching you as you tended to his wounds. Or how his breath seemed to hitch when you touched him. Or even how his skin warmed and his cheeks reddened as you took his temperature with the back of your hand. Or sometimes he’d-

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

A voice from outside the tent pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yup! What’cha need?”

Noctis pulled back the sheet and stepped inside. He clutched his right hand with a rag, a dark red splotch staining the white material.

Speak of the devil...

“Oh jeez, please, sit down.” You motioned to the chair in front of you.

“I was just trying to help Ignis with dinner... turns out I am not good at dicing vegetables. Like, at all.” He sat down and removed the rag, revealing a cut on his pointer finger.

“May I?” You asked, stretching your hand out to take his. Noctis nodded as you lightly took his wrist and observed the wound.

“You’re lucky it’s not deep, you would’ve needed stitches!” Noctis winced as you applied pressure to the still bleeding wound with some gauze.

“Sorry...’ you said, releasing your grip slightly, ‘Can you hold this here for me? I’ll find something to disinfect this with.”

Standing up, you turned to the medical table, finding a bottle of disinfectant and a sterile cloth in your small plastic item organizer.

“This may sting a bit...” you remark, unscrewing the bottle before turning it over onto the cloth.

“It’s okay, I’m stronger than I look, I swear.” The dark haired prince jokes, hand still covering the cut.

You smile, a quiet giggle escaping your mouth.

Crouching in front of him, Noctis removes the gauze. You take his wrist in your hand once again, and begin to clean the wound. You can feel his muscles tense as you gently wipe away the blood.

Looking up, you observe his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, and you can tell he’s biting his bottom lip so as to not let any noise escape.

“I’m sorry, I know how bad this hurts, but I'm almost done!” You say in an attempt to reassure him. However, Noctis just nods his head, eyes unopening as you remove the cloth. Clean enough!

You return to the plastic item organizer, this time grabbing bandages.

“It’s okay to tell me it hurts, you know.”

Noctis opens his eyes, his deep blue gaze piercing right through you. His lips part to speak, but he says nothing. His gaze drops to the floor as you crouch once more.

Slowly, you wrap the bandage around his finger, making sure to not tie it too tightly.

His skin is warm under yours. And surprisingly soft for a man who wields weapons for the better part of a day.

You look back up at him again, his eyes moving from your hands to your face. Warmth creeps up on your cheeks, you look back down and finish wrapping the bandage to escape the growing flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“How does it feel? Not too tight?” You say, standing up and taking a few steps back.

“Feels a lot better. Thank you, Y/N.” Noctis bends his finger a couple times before looking back at you.

With your work done, Noctis should just head back outside. Your part in helping him was done, over. The smell of Ignis’ cooking began to permeate the air, signaling it was almost time to eat. Yet, neither of you moved. Noctis stayed seated as you kept your gaze on the floor.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” You say, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two of you.

“There is one more thing... Could you check that cut on my chest? It’s been a few days. Was wondering if I could stop wearing the bandages now.”

“Oh! For sure. I can check that out.” You take a step forward as Noctis’ hands grasp the edge of his black shirt. You quickly averted your eyes to the floor.

Oh my god.

When you first looked after this wound, you weren’t nervous at all. But now, you could feel the tension in the room. There had been one too many wistful glances and the fluttering feeling from earlier was returning.

When you looked back up, Noctis was shirtless.

Don’t look at his face, don’t look at his face, don’t look at his face!

“Can you stand up for me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Closing the distance, you begin to unwrap the bandages. You prayed he couldn’t see your nervousness. How your hands shook and your breath quickened. It felt as if every cell in your body was tingling, anticipating for something, anything to happen. Loosening the last wrap, the bandages fell to the floor. Leaving Noctis’ skin bare.

All that was left of the cut was a red scar. It was an angry red, a stark contrast against the rest of Noctis’ pale skin. The scarred skin is still a bit bumpy and scabbed, as expected for a healing wound. But hopefully as time passed, the redness would fade and the skin would smoothen.

“So...,’ Noctis began, you looked up at him to see his face was pink, awash with a shy blush, ‘Does it look okay?”

“It’s healed great so far.” You stammer, looking into his eyes.

You both stood still, though closer now. You could feel his breath lightly fanning your face. You could see each eyelash, each mole, how his lips were parted ever so slightly. You heard him inhale, and it felt as if your heart was about to burst from beating so fast. As he opened his mouth to speak, you caught yourself holding your breath.

“Y/N, can I- is it okay If I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

Noctis bent down tentatively. your lips only brushed at first, he pulled back briefly before leaning down again and pressing gently into your lips. His mouth was soft, almost pillowy against your own. Warmth spread across your entire body; from the top of your head, and to the tips of your toes. His hand reached up to cup the right side of your face, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened.

There was no desperation, no biting, no sloppy attempt at using tongue. There was just you and him, moving together in harmony

You placed your hand atop his while his thumb lightly stroked your face. When he broke the kiss, you immediately missed the feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled back once more, this time enough to look at you. Your tousled hair, your eyes, and your lips, which were now subtly pinker from the gentle pressure of his own.

“You don’t know how long I wanted to do that.” He smiled, looking down at you as you laid your face on his chest to hide your embarrassment. You could hear his heart beating, a rhythm so sweet it could lull you to sleep.

A hand came to rest on the back of your head, smoothing your hair.

You wanted nothing more than to stay here like this forever.

But just then, Prompto burst through the tent door.

“Ooooohhhhh... So that’s what was taking so long in here...’ Prompto’s lips curled into a devilish grin, ‘I’d love to let you have your moment, but like food is ready, so...”

“God! Prompto, get out!” Noct yelled, scrambling to grab his shirt from the chair. Prompto laughed, dashing out of the tent as he yelled for Gladiolus and Ignis.

“He is soooo never letting this go...” you whimper.

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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HC’s - You had a bad day at work and the boys cheer you up

Hi everyone (✿◡‿◡)

This is for all of you who are constantly confronted with people/customers in your job who can ruin your day. We always wish for a little cheering up in such situations, right?

So, how about the guys from Final Fantasy? 🖤

I hope you’ll enjoy my HC’s 🖤 A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Characters: Prompto, Ignis, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis

Prompto

The first thing Prompto always does when you come home is to greet you with joy and to kiss you.

He does this today as well, and his kind and caring nature makes you burst into tears all at once. Oh, you really needed that after that hard day at work.

You immediately snuggle into your boyfriend's comforting arms and he embraces you. "Y/N? My love, what's wrong?" Prompto is all worried about you and wonders what has you so upset. You don't say anything because your tears won't allow it. Your words are stuck in your throat.

"Did something happen at work?" You nod and Prompto sighs sadly, because he knows you don't have an easy job. Often you come home very sad and exhausted. Loving as he is, he gently strokes through your hair. He stays here with you until you slowly calm down.

He looks down at you with a warm gaze, brushes the tears from your face and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks are all flushed, but he thinks that's totally sweet. "Thank you, Prompto. I'm so glad to have you," you whisper as you lean into his hand, which is currently stroking your cheek.

"Come on, Y/N. Let's go for a walk and enjoy the sunset. What do you think?" Prompto knows how good you feel after a walk. And nature especially helps you to calm down. "And after that, we could get some hot dogs? Some fries too? Huh? How does that sound, hon?" His gentle laugh and the soft expression in his eyes is all that makes your heart beat faster.

It was quickly decided and the two of you head out into nature, walking hand in hand towards the sunset. It is quiet around you. No one to annoy you, no one to be mean and vicious towards you for no reason. Prompto was your angel who knew exactly how to make your heart laugh again.

Ignis

As you enter the apartment, sighing and dejected, you think about your terrible day at work, which has robbed you of every nerve. But the very next moment you forget everything when you see the many flowers and candles that have been placed in your apartment. Your eyes become wide and you immediately know who has gone to so much effort.

With a gentle smile on your lips, all frustration suddenly falls away from you. The roses are shining in bright red, the candlelight is shimmering so wonderfully. And now, you also notice the fragrance coming from the kitchen.

"Good evening, my love." Ignis comes to meet you. With a tender smile on his face, and his eyes were filled with love. Love that was meant for you alone. "Iggy. Wow..."

Gently, he reaches for your left hand as his left hand places itself on your right hip and he gently sways you. As if he wanted to dance. It was meant more as a loving gesture, but you move along in a slow rhythm as you gaze longingly into his eyes.

"This is so beautiful, Iggy. The flowers, the candles... everything. "I wanted to do something special for you." Ignis cooks for you every night, pampers you where he can, but lately you've been so stressed and down that he wanted to spoil you with a special evening.

You kiss him, whispering how grateful you are for his attention. Sometimes you wonder if Ignis is just a beautiful dream. But every time he kisses you, caresses you and touches you, you know he is not a dream.

Cuddling against his chest, you close your eyes and take in his scent. He smells like home, like your personal oasis of well-being. "I love you, Iggy." "Love you too, my love, With all my heart."

This night you enjoy your togetherness. Your home was filled with sweet words and tender kisses...

Nyx Ulric

Sighing comfortably, you snuggle up against the chest of the king's servant. There is no better feeling for you than to lie in Nyx Ulric's arms. You feel safe and secure.

You've both decided to spend the night on the couch watching movies. After the busy day you both had at work, you don't want to do anything. And it feels damn good to just lay around and enjoy the togetherness.

Your snacks are on the table in front of the couch; now laid out in a totally messed up way, it looks like raccoons have been at work, but that doesn't bother you at all. A little mess never hurt anyone.

"I could get used to this," you mumble as you look at the TV, snuggling up against Nyx's chest. Against his bare, warm chest. Nyx strokes your hair as he quietly agrees. It was more of a low hum, for he was a bit tired himself already.

"Thanks, hon. Movie night was a good idea of yours." Nyx just knew what helped you switch off and leave the daily grind behind. Nyx answered you with a tender kiss. You looked deep into his eyes as your lips slowly parted. Quickly, the movie was forgotten as Nyx gently strokes through your hair again and again, keeping his arm around your shoulder to have you close to him.

"I want you to be okay, Y/N," he whispers before kissing you softly again. You're on cloud nine, Nyx was a very special man to you after all. You love everything about this man. His character, his looks, the way he treats you. You couldn't be happier.

You have a simple life, but the most important thing for you was to find each other at the end of the day, to enjoy your young love and to live it to the fullest.

His kiss deepens, accompanied by a comforting sigh. "What about the movie, Nyx?" You grin against his lips as you say this, knowing Nyx had something else in mind. "Fuck it. You're way more important right now!" Chuckling softly, you pull yourself onto his lap and this time it was you who gave him a passionate kiss...

Cor Leonis

You are pissed off! Pissed off and frustrated! What do people actually allow themselves? Why are customers so eager to ruin your day? You throw the store key into your handbag after locking the door and hope that you won't have to see anyone else today! After this horrible day, you need a week off to calm your nerves!

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair as you make your way home. You really felt like crying at the moment, because it seems like people have lost all respect.

Cor certainly wasn't home yet and that frustrated you even more. There would be nothing better right now than to enjoy the evening with him. Unfortunately, his work often doesn't allow that. But you knew what was in store for you when you married him. Nevertheless, you made a conscious decision to marry Cor Leonis and you still don't regret it.

When you think of Cor, you instantly smile. You don't care about the customers, because in the end they are not a permanent part of your life. But Cor is part of your life and no matter how shitty a day could be, the thought of being in Cor's arms always made your heart smile.

Just as you thought of him, Cor was standing not three meters in front of you. You were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice him at first. He was leaning against his black car, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. "Hey, sweetheart." You love it when he calls you that. Immediately your mood rises and you smile. "Cor!" You rush to him, Cor's gentle smile makes your heart beat faster.

His tender kiss makes you melt away, your knees instantly go all weak. It's a long and tender kiss. "How are you, Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks as he strokes your cheek tenderly. "Now that you're here, I'm doing wonderful." The roses he brought you are beautiful and you can't wait to have them bloom in your home.

You didn't know Cor had another surprise for you. He doesn't drive the usual route to get home, but instead drives in the opposite direction. When you see the car stop in front of a very classy restaurant, you look at Cor with wide eyes. "But... I look terrible. My hair and my clothes..." But Cor just smirks back at you, leans out to you and kisses you deeply. You instantly fall silent, returning the kiss of the man you so desire.

"You are beautiful and desirable, Y/N." He leans forward a little so that you're pressed into the seat, and you bite your lips in anticipation, knowing how this evening will end. "And if we weren't in a public place, I'd take you right here and now in my car..." "Is that so?"

You both laugh as a last, intense kiss takes place between you before you end the evening together with a romantic dinner...

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misstoodles-doodles · 1 year

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M.E. 76?

She wasn’t searching for long. She spotted his head of hair first from behind, relaxed on the head of a chair. As she came around, she noticed his peaceful face, as if sleeping.

Luna smiled coyly and shook her head at the sight.

“Afternoon, My King.” She greeted in a pleasant voice.

As expected, Noctis responded. The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyebrows raised, though his eyes remained closed.

“Afternoon, My Queen,” he returned, equally as regal.

“Is napping on His Majesty’s royal agenda?”

“It may be...” Came his reply. Luna smirked and sat poised at the arm of the chair.

“I’m afraid I must disturb him,” she said dutifully. “...lest he sleeps the whole day.”

Noctis’ smile seemed to grow more and playfully so when she draped her arms over his shoulders and around his head.

“Would the Queen be so bold as to disturb the King in his sleep?” He continued, to which Luna replied, drawing closer until their noses brushed against each others cheeks:

“She might...”

Luna leaned into Noctis’ waiting smile and gently pressed her lips to his, eyes blissfully shut. Noctis returned the gesture just as softly and she delicately ran a hand through his hair.

Luna’s heart beat peacefully in her chest, swelling with love for her beloved Noctis. She knew his heart swelled just the same, feeling it through the caress of his tender kiss and the smile his lips were still curled into.

There was knocking at the door.

Luna unhurriedly drew away, only enough that their lips no longer touched fully, and only then did Noctis’ eyes finally open. His blue eyes were a welcome sight...and so was the look in them.

She suppressed a laugh, pressing her lips together as she watched his return from dreamland and baffled expression. Neither of them moved until the knock came again.

“Hey, Noct? It’s me.”

It was Prompto. This time Luna did laugh, but she did so daintily clutching on to Noctis’ shirt and trying to burry the sound of it in his shoulder.

“I guess should get that.” Noctis said finally.

“Mmhmm.”

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #lunoct #noctis lucis caelum #lunafreya nox fleuret #ff15 #i found something I wrote years ago and drew something for it #enjoy the fluff #when does this happen? in my dreams ;-;#i’m not 100% statisfied with this but its time has come #i drew a nice kiss im happy

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veryace-ficrecs · 25 days

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Prompto/Noctis Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

all this, and love too by BurningFairytales - Rated G

He’d considered, really, telling Noctis. He had. But Noctis had been so busy lately, and Prompto just couldn’t bring himself to add to that. So he's going to spend his birthday alone. It's fine. He's used to it. Or: The one where Prompto is fully prepared to spend his birthday alone playing King's Knight and Noctis has other plans.

Guys Being Dudes, Dudes Being Bros by musicmillennia - Rated G

Basically, the Lucian media takes one look at Prompto and Noctis and pulls a "gal pal" routine. Prompto tries and fails to ignore it. Noctis is oblivious. But with the help of a sudden ally, there may be some hope for Lucis yet.

Anony-Bro-Chat: the ABC's of cyberstalking by Thwippersnapple - Rated T

Noctis has been online friends with ChocoPrompt87 in Kings Night for over a year. He realizes ChocoPrompt is a classmate and has no idea how to make friends with him in real life because HOW DOES SOCIAL INTERACTION WITH PEOPLE HIS OWN AGE EVEN WORK?!

He messages him but accidentally invites him to the big family group chat instead of a private one. His friends and fam are Trolls of the highest degree. Prom fits right in.

To be Happy, To be Loved by thatoldeblackmagic - Rated T

Twenty minutes ago, Prompto was ready to accept his fate of being locked up for the rest of his life, and now he’s in a group chat with the King and the Prince of Lucis. He’s all but out of breath when he manages to choke out, “This is so fucking surreal.” or, Regis meddles because he just wants Noctis to be happy

Wrong Way Around by artemisgrace - Rated T

Gladio has some assumptions about Noctis's new school friend . . . He's wrong.

Life Imitates by Riona - Rated T

Everyone keeps trying to lecture Prompto on dating Noctis. Which would be fine if he and Noctis were actually dating.

Somebody loves you by anniekinkin (bubblline) - Rated T

Noctis didn’t know how long he could keep doing this. This was beyond ridiculous. It wasn’t even lunch time and Prompto had handed Noctis not one but two love letters very clearly addressed to Prompto. With the words “Hey look, more love letters for you.” He wanted to slam his head against his desk in frustration.

OR: Prompto takes Noctis to an animal shelter to play with the cats and dogs while Noctis tries to work up the nerve to confess to Prompto before he notices that half the student body has a crush on him

Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star by GwiYeoWeo - Rated T

“Watch yourself, kid, or you'll be seeing stars."

“Well, guess what?” Noctis had dropped his knees slightly. And with all the fury of a burning star, he slammed his fist up into the Crownsguard’s jaw in a brutal uppercut before either of them had time to blink. Prompto was pretty sure there was a kungfu movie with a similar title. Fist of the — South? West? — Star or something.

“Twinkle twinkle, motherfucker.”

The Hexatheon were powerful gods, anyone would agree; legends and myths were passed through the generations, some written in dusty old texts or whispered to young ears at bedtime. Others existed out of the circle, obscure as they were considering the fervor given to the big Six, but they still existed. For example, though Bahamut remained their patron god, the Lucians often pay homage to a certain Astral: Noctis, the Stellarian, the Wish Maker. And if the legends were true, Prompto figured it was worth a shot. He just didn't expect the Astral himself to literally drop into his arms like a freakin’ falling star.

im king of the night (wearin’ your shirt) by dreamtowns - Rated G

In Noctis’ defense, it’s not like he meant to keep it a secret that he was married. It’s just that no one bothered to ask. Except for Luna—because unlike his other coworkers, Luna wasn’t an asshole. And Luna wasn’t even a coworker.

#veryace recs #promptis #ffxv prompto #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv noctis #noctis caelum #ignis scientia #ffxv ignis #gladiolus amicitia #ffxv gladiolus #fluff #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3 #final fantasy xv

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garbria · 8 months

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Nyx pulled his phone out and frowned at it. Why was Luche texting him? Pelna had agreed to cover his afternoon shift for him. He texted back the answer to Luche’s question and turned his phone to silent. They could wait a few hours until he got back.

Someone coughed behind him, and Nyx shuffled forward as the line. There were more people than he’d expected here, and he was glad he cut out early to get a good place in line, even if it did cost him a couple weekends babysitting duty.

He would have to stop teasing Cor about his obscure interests. There were a good couple dozen people at least who had taken the time in the middle of a weekday to attend a lecture and book signing from an Insominan University historian.

Cor had a few of the man’s books already, and had mentioned looking forward to his new treatise on the history of the Rogue. When Nyx had overheard one of the archivists talking about this event, he’d known he had to get Cor a signed copy. Cor didn’t have time to stand in line, so it was up to Nyx to provide.

The line moved again, and Nyx put on his most charming smile, flourishing a copy of the newly purchased book.

“And who should I make it out to?” The author didn’t look up.

“Cor. He’s a great fan of your work.” Nyx kept smiling as the man looked up. He stared at Nyx, before scribbling something and handing it back.

“It’s good to know someone appreciates the importance of history.”

Nyx smiled and nodded, ducking out of the line. Cor was going to be thrilled.

Nyx jogged back to the Citadel, shrugging his jacket back on. Cor had meetings all afternoon, Nyx knew, so maybe he could sneak the book into Cor’s office for him to find later.

Unfortunately, as soon as he entered the Citadel, Luche ambushed him. Some paperwork snafu was tangling things up, and the clerks in the quartermaster’s office were being obstinate. Apparently, Tredd had pissed someone off, and Luche wanted Nyx to smooth things over. It took Nyx the rest of the afternoon to soothe tempers and get things going again. The only positive being the favor both Luche and Tredd now owed him.

By the time he was free again, Cor was sitting at his desk, flipping through paperwork.

“Hey, soldier.” Nyx grinned as he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.

Cor looked up with a smile. “I heard you spent the afternoon putting out fires.”

“Only metaphorically, thank the Six.” Nyx slipped in and half-sat on Cor’s desk, smirking down at him. “And that’s not the only thing I did with my afternoon.”

With a shower of crystal, Nyx pulled out the book and handed it to Cor.

Cor took it carefully, eyes widening as he read the inscription inside. “I thought this didn’t come out until next week!”

“He had a lecture and book signing at the university this afternoon.”

Cor looked up at Nyx. “And you went?”

Nyx’s smirk softened. “Anything for my favorite nerd.”

Cor snorted and pushed himself up for a kiss. “Thank you.”

#nyx ulric #cor leonis #kingsglaive #ffxv #my fic #cornyx #fluff #cor is a history nerd #nyx loves him

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savage-rhi · 1 year

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If you’re wanting a request from the “trauma” prompt list, how about “Is there anything I can do to help?” For Ardyn x Reader

@blossom-adventures coming up! 💙

There was not a single day that passed that Ardyn didn't think about Aera. She was as much a part of him as air was to his lungs; a lifeforce that was needed to sustain what was left of him as a man. That didn't mean the memories of her weren't painful.

Most days Ardyn could handle the trauma of her death. He had no control over her actions, and therefore couldn't have spared Aera the blow of Somnus's sword. She chose to put herself in the line of fire. When Ardyn really thought hard about the day he lost everything, it dawned on him that if Somnus hadn't killed her, Ardyn himself would've. Both brothers were more than determined to rip the other in half. Gods be damned if anyone tried to stop it. Neither of them could be reasoned with once the last straw broke.

The what ifs of the circumstance plagued Ardyn more so than the memory. Accompanied by the 2,000 years worth of hallucinations, and Bahamut rubbing salt in the wound, Ardyn's usual tricks to remain present fell on deaf ears. He called out of work. His duties as chancellor could wait while he tried to regain control.

Ardyn paced around his chambers for most of the day. He would sit down every so often, carding his fingers through his hair. Muscles tensing as flashbacks and the smell of blood heavily lingered in his mind and heart. He was spinning away, unraveling the persona he had worked hard to maintain while working for Niflheim. Soon enough he was screaming at himself. Blaming his misfortunes on the Gods and his own shortcomings as a healer and a man. He had failed so many people who loved him.

Hours later, Ardyn was sitting at the edge of his bed. His amber eyes looked out the window to the city. The sun was setting upon Gralea. The night would come, and he'd be able to roam without feeling the burn of the rays upon the scourge that dwelled under his skin. He felt hollow.

"Ardyn?" Y/N's voice called out. His eyes widened for a split second before turning his head.

"Hm?"

"The food you ordered, it's ready."

"I see." Ardyn replied. He focused his eyes again on the sunset. Ignoring Y/N's footsteps as they approached him.

"I heard you didn't go to work," Y/N began while they stood close to the bed and minded his space. "The staff we're wondering if you were alright."

An unamused chuckle left him. "I'm sure the staff were very much delighted my presence was missing. I'm aware of my less than stellar reputation."

Y/N made a face. "I'm not lying. People were wondering if you were sick."

"Why do you work for me?" Ardyn changed the subject. Not wanting to hear he happened to be today's gossip in court. His eyes closed in on Y/N, gaze narrowing.

"You took a chance on me when the others wouldn't," Y/N was taken back by his sudden question, but answered honestly. "It's been an honor serving you. Helping around where I can, making sure you stay on task. It beats scavenging for food out of garbage on the street. You may have given me work, but I chose to work with you."

Chose. Ardyn thought to himself.

"And why would you do something so ridiculous?" Ardyn countered. His eyes continued to study Y/N, watching carefully as they stepped closer to him.

"Because I can tell beneath your bullshit you're miserable," Y/N said sarcastically "Misery loves company."

Ardyn smirked at the comment. He shook his head and sighed. "I could have you hanged for talking to me in such a manner."

"Well, good luck finding anyone else to do your laundry and secretary work. Word of mouth at Zegnautus Keep is you've outworn your welcome with personal retainers."

There was a long pause before Y/N furrowed their brows and decided to get to the heart of the issue, sensing Ardyn wasn't himself.

"I know you don't exactly care for people, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"Why would I need your help?"

"You're trembling."

Ardyn was puzzled at first, then looked down at his hands that were resting atop his knees. Sure enough, his fingertips were quaking.

"So it would seem."

"Ardyn--"

"Y/N, join me."

"What?"

"Sit by my side."

"Ok..." Y/N furrowed their brows. The request was an odd one, but they complied. There was some hesitance before they took a seat upon the mattress. Their right leg was pressed to Ardyn's left. Y/N turned their head, watching while Ardyn stared forward and blinked a few times.

"Do you know what loss is?"

Y/N didn't answer right away. Their mind combed through the many experiences they had regarding the subject.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"How do you personally handle the nonsense that comes with it?"

"That's...not an easy thing to answer but," Y/N bit the inside of their lip while thinking it over. "I remind myself the feelings I have, are not permanent. I try to connect with others where I can, especially if I'm dealing with a passing. Not that it's my business, did someone close die today? Is that why you were absent?"

Ardyn glared, casting his gaze elsewhere. "You can say that."

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I don't need the pity."

Y/N refrained from saying anything else, deciding to let Ardyn to take the wheel of the conversation. Given what little they understood regarding his predicament, the last thing he needed was someone telling him what to do. Y/N couldn't recall there being anyone Ardyn was close with in Gralea. Then again he had his secrets. There was a reason he was a man of a million rumors amongst Niflheim citizens.

"Y/N," Ardyn sighed and put his left hand upon Y/N's right knee. He nearly withdrew, feeling them tense from the touch but remained upon seeing they weren't afraid. "Would it be too much trouble to ask for a distraction?"

"No, it wouldn't be a problem." Y/N shook their head. Their eyes briefly glanced at his hand. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a rather odd request but--" Gods, he was really going to do this. "Would it be alright if I embraced you?"

"You're asking me for a hug?" Y/N couldn't help but let out a small laugh. That was the last thing they ever expected a man such as himself to say.

"You're right, it's pathetic." Ardyn sighed.

"No, no it's not." Y/N grimaced, realizing how callous their tone must've come across. "I just--it was--unexpected, but I have no problem with that. Are you okay with this though?"

"Beg pardon?"

"I mean--you're the chancellor, and I'm kinda at the bottom of the food chain. Is this appropriate?"

Ardyn smiled a little, shaking his head. "It's only inappropriate if I deem it so. In public, it would be another matter entirely. Alas we don't have an audience therefore it's not an issue to begin with."

"Alright, well--" Y/N gestured out with their arms and shrugged before settling them. A small smile graced their mouth. "I'm ready when you are."

Ardyn rolled his eyes albeit in an amused manner. He let the awkward energy between himself and Y/N settle down before making his move. Slowly, and with consideration, Ardyn wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist. He pulled their body into his, leaning his head against theirs. A nervous swallow came and went. Realizing this was the first time in almost 2,000 years since he had hugged anyone. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, until a feeling of calm began to tide over. He was grounding again, little by little.

Y/N hesitated before wrapping their arms around Ardyn's body, pressing their cheek more into his chest. He seemed to be emboldened by that for they could feel his other hand atop of their head. His fingertips carding against their scalp. This went on for a while. Both remaining still in each other's presence.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked quietly.

"A million things," Ardyn admitted. "And how I used to hold her like this."

Y/N hummed in response. There was a lot they wanted to ask Ardyn regarding the person he had lost. From his cadence, it sounded like it had been years since he had spoken to her. An ex perhaps? It was difficult to be certain, but Y/N knew it wasn't their place to pry. Ardyn would tell them when he was ready, if he ever was.

"She was lucky to have someone powerful like you that cared," Y/N reassured. "And I'm sure she was lovely."

Powerful. Ardyn thought bitterly to himself. He didn't feel so strong recalling the glazed look Aera had while she died in his arms. Even with the scourge and his immortality, Ardyn felt weak like any other man. He was tired. Tired of playing a role in the Gods grand theater. It would be over soon. He had to have patience.

The thoughts drifted away the longer he held onto Y/N. They were alive. He was holding a living person right now, and not the corpse of his beloved. No harm had come to them. The creature comfort of the thought was enough to calm him considerably.

"Yes, she truly was." Ardyn replied softly, his chin resting atop of Y/N's head while his hand retreated from their scalp. The hand snaked around Y/N's body, meeting his other arm that had been embracing them.

"Are you alright with prolonging this?" He asked.

"I'm fine with it," Y/N smiled against him, chuckling for a moment. "At least you smell good. I'm not going to pass out anytime soon."

"Har-har," Ardyn muttered. He too smiled. Maybe. Maybe the last of his days before meeting fate didn't have to be so bad. Especially if he could enjoy something so miniscule like an embrace once more.

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#drabbles #ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader #reader x canon #ffxv #ffxv ardyn #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv ardyn #brief mention of aera #gender neutral reader #thanks hon!#yeah get some fluff in here #the poor man fucking needs it

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jub1lati0n · 2 years

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Happy Birthday To You

"For tonight you can put your worries aside."

August 30th 5:34 PM

"I think you should add some blue to the cake Iggy, it really would bring out Noct's eyes"

"Prompto please let me work on this cake"

"Damn, this is heavy. Prompt come help me."

"Why can't you carry it? I'm busy."

"My god, please go help Gladio."

"Can y'all please stop arguing"

It's August 30th, you are at Noct's apartment, and you are stressed. Everything is going fine, but you're mind is racing with worse case scenarios.

"What if he's in his moods and gets pissed off"

"What if the decorations fall"

"What if-"

"Y/N are you alright?" Gladio asks.

You suddenly get pulled out of your thoughts and see him looking at you with concern.

"Stop worrying."

"How did you know I was worried?"

"You're mean mugging his photos."

You look back over to the framed group photo he has on his wall. You take in a deep breath and calm yourself down. There's no reason for you to be nervous. You're throwing a party with your best friends, for your best friend, nothing can go wrong...

'INCOMING CALL FROM KING REGIS'

"Hello?"

"Noctis is in the elevator"

"Pardon?"

You hear the door open and you jump and look at the boys. All the fears that left you returned as you hear him take his shoes off and walk towards the living room.

"What's going on?" Noctis looks around with confusion.

"Happy Birthday!" You all say in unison.

"We didn't expect you to come so early." You say

"Yeah, well I was kicked out of my apartment for 10 hours."

"So what do you think." Prompto asked with uncertainty.

"I...I love it, thank you guys."

It was the first time you all have seen Noctis' this happy in a while. Today was a day for celebration, a day to put all your problems aside and focus on enjoying yourselves.

There was dancing and singing, lots of games were played. Lots of roughhousing (you beat Gladio), watching movies, and jokes being thrown around. Hell, Ignis laughed so hard that he almost fell out of his chair.

August 30th, 11:49 PM

After dinner was eaten and you all calmed down, Gladio brought out the cake.

"Alright birthday boy, time to make a wish." He says while putting the cake on the table.

"We should totally smash your face in the cake." Prompto says while lighting the candles.

"I don't think I was to mess up my hair."

"I don't want hair gel in the cake I made"

"Y'all it's almost 12, lets hurry this up." You exclaimed.

Prompto set his camera to record and you got everyone prepared to sing.

"1...2...3

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Noctis,

Happy Birthday to you."

"What did you wish for" Prompto asks while shaking his friend.

"If he tells you it won't come true-"

"I wish to be with you guys for the rest of my life. I don't want to loose any of you...I can't."

Tears ran down Noctis' face when he said it.

"You won't loose us, and we won't loose you." Ignis says it as he puts his hand on the boys shoulder.

You guys spent the rest of the night reminiscing about your favorite moment. For tonight you could put your worries aside, but tomorrow you remember the future.

I am currently going through a FFXV brainrot, so if I ever write anything else it most likely be FFXV

#noctis x reader #ffxv x reader #fluff oneshot #angst oneshot #final fantasy #final fantasy series

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ffxvreversebang2022 · 1 year

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Today’s team: @freesiavacadoo & @/Seastorm_aik (Twitter)

Reunited was written for the FFXV Reverse Bang 2022 and can be found on AO3 here.

Rating: General

Lunoct, No Archive Warnings Apply

Description: Noctis and Lunafreya spend one of the last days leading up to their wedding exploring Altissia.

#ffxv reverse bang 2022 #final fantasy xv #fandom event #fanfiction #fanart #lunoct #noctis x lunafreya #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #fluff #ffxv reverse bang

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shellswritesstuff · 1 year

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ARDYN's CAR GETTING PUNKED BY THE BROS. SOMONE PUT CAR EYELASHES ON THAT HOE

AMAZING BEST THING IVE BEEN ASKED HDFJKDHF- THANK YOU!!

Super Spy Shit. Platonic chaos with Noctis and Prom!

It was midnight, Galdin Quay was as silent as it’s ever been. The sounds of crashing waves and crunching sand filled the air, a plan was in motion.

“Shhhh!” Noctis stopped in his tracks, holding an arm out barring you and Prompto. “You hear that? Sounds like a sleeping dualhorn, watch out.” The prince was hyper-aware of the beasts, as just yesterday he was flung off one’s back in an attempt to warp strike it.

“Bro. That’s just Gladio.” Prompto whispered back, pushing further past Noct and into the night.

As much as you wanted to laugh, this was no circus. The three of you were on a mission, and it was life or death. Soon the sand turned to concrete, it was close. Dimmed street lamps cast on to the emptied lot. Well, almost empty. The Regalia was parked in her usual spot, and…

“Ardyn’s car! Theeere it is.” You were shuffling in place, this was how it must feel to be a spy. Three fully grown adults jumping around in the Galdin Quay parking lot at midnight. Maybe this was a circus. The royal clown was the first to approach the vehicle. Despite it being, well, Ardyn’s car.. It was quite the beauty. A classic convertible, maroon with a white stripe down the center. Leather interior, too? Mwah. You clasp your hands together, offering it a silent prayer for what was to come.

“Friiiiick man.” Prompto ran forward. “I’ll be the lookout, goodspeed, soldiers.”

The trio exchanged salutes and got to work. You held the key to this whole operation. “One each, Noct. Stick em’ and go. One with the night.” Shaky hands produced something sinister.

“One with the night.” Noctis took the catalyst for disaster in his hand.

Half of a pair of comically large car eyelashes were in the prince’s hands. Yes, you were punking Ardyn with fucking car eyelashes. AGAIN, this was no laughing matter. You check to see if blondie over ther was still on watch. He went off to pet the nearby stray cat.

You turn back to the task at hand, watching Noctis carefully pull of the lash’s film, its strong adhesive now ready for use. He sticks it on with the hands of a pro, damn. This was not his first time applying false eyelashes, car or no car.

Juuust as you were about you start peeling, the air stills. Were you being watched? And had the temperature always been this cold..? Noct looks at you with the same sense of dread. This was it. Death was on the horizon.

“What is the meaning of this?” Ignis spoke at a regular volume, not trying to be stealthy in the slightest.

“AAAAAHHHHHGHHH-” Noctis was the first to scream, warping to escape. At that moment, Prompto was skipping his way back to you, not a care in the world. He, too screamed, when Noctis flew into him at mach speeds. The pair was on the sidewalk, groaning at the collision. Fools.

You froze in place, meeting Ignis’ stare with an awkward smile. This was it, you three were dead meat. Noct and Prompto scuttled their way to your side, attempting to find a good way to explain why you were defacing Ardyn’s car.

“Well…” You all expected Ignis to blow up, this wasn’t behavior fitting a prince and his entourage. “At least let me stick the other one, yeah?”

An eruption of cheers and maybe a few tears came after he spoke. After all, even Ignis can’t stand the guy.

After the deed was done, the four of you walked back to the caravan, arms linked. Noct looked up to the sky and smiled, little moments like this make him forget the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

“Halt.” Ignis held up a gloved hand. “I dare say.. Is that a sleeping dualhorn?” The loud snoring from earlier still filled the air.

“Uhhh that’s Gladio.” Prompto laughed, having heard this quip before. He moved to enter the caravan, but was quickly pulled back.

“Then why am I looking at him.” In the distance, a shirtless Gladiolus was seen during his cursed midnight jogs.

So.. it truly was a..

“RUNNN!”

#prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv fluff #ffxv headcanons #ffxv imagines #ffxv drabble #tysm !!! for the ask !!!#ff15 ardyn

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seradyn · 2 years

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Dirty Girl

Thank you for the request love! 💕

Ardyn comes home after a long day and decides to have a bath with his lovely wife. Although his intentions are not so innocent.

Content warning: smut

For @ticklemycucumber ❤️

Word count: 4246

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The hour was late, yet your husband had not returned home. Unfortunately, the occurrence wasn’t uncommon, but you still hated it when this happened. You knew Ardyn was busy, what with being the Chancellor and all, but annoyance still crawled up your spine like a bothersome snake every time he missed dinner at home. The Empire stole far too much of his time.

You sighed. It couldn’t be helped really. So reluctantly, you cleaned up after your evening meal; rinsing plates to put in the dishwasher, and packaging any leftovers to be enjoyed later. It was as you were finishing this task that you heard the front door open and shut with soft clicks. You perked up. That could only mean one thing.

“My love?” Ardyn called from the entrance. Drying your hands on a kitchen towel, you pad out to greet him, chores immediately forgotten. As you enter the living room, you beam at him, pleased to have him home.

“Ardyn,” you respond.

“There she is,” he cooed, matching your smile with a soft expression of his own. He opened his arms for you as you fell into his embrace, burying your face in his chest and resting your hands on his shoulders. His scent tickled your nose, enveloping you in its comforting familiarity. He held you to him, the tips of his fingers tracing small, indistinguishable shapes into your back. He planted gentle kisses to your scalp, his stubble scraping roughly against the sensitive skin.

“Forgive me for my tardiness, my dear,” Ardyn murmured into your hair. “The counsel was being especially moronic this evening.”

You hummed in acceptance, just happy that he was here now. Although his plea did create a perfect opportunity to tease him. “I’ll think about it,” you smirk.

He sighed mock woefully. “Oh, how will I ever make it up to you?” Then you felt a mischievous grin spread across his face. A shiver ran up your spine; he may decide you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

“Come my sweet,” he said, breaking your hold and grabbing one hand to lead you away. “Let us bathe. It has been a long day.”

You nodded in agreement, following as he led you to your shared ensuite bathroom. You snatched his hat off the top of his head, carelessly throwing it somewhere behind you. He raised an eyebrow at you, but made no further comment. Releasing your hand upon your arrival, he peeled off his fingerless gloves as you closed the door. He placed them by the sink before going to start the water running. Satisfied with the temperature, he turned to see you beginning to lift the hem of your shirt.

“Ah ah ah!” Ardyn sang, smoothly gliding behind you and gently grabbing your wrists. “Allow me.”

You blushed slightly, lowering your arms when he released you. Butterflies settled in your stomach as you anticipated what he would do. Taking a step back, you relaxed into his hold, his arms caging you in as he got to work. He grabbed your shirt, slowly raising it up and over your body, making sure to scrape the back of his knuckles against you and press kisses into your neck. The soft feeling made your skin buzz with pleasure. You moaned quietly at the attention, closing your eyes while turning your head to give him better access. “Arms up,” he spoke into your flesh, and you barely registered the movement of your own limbs obeying him. The garment came off to be unceremoniously discarded on the cold tile floor. You shivered at the sudden chill, feeling goosebumps erupt across your arms.

He dragged the palms of his hands down your sides, relishing in the way you mewled at the sensual touches. His hands were rough with callouses, catching on every bump on your skin. He quite liked this; when you became putty in his hands. You felt the apex of his arousal tent his trousers as it poked your back. You’d have to keep him in check, lest your bath go lukewarm and forgotten.

His hands moved behind you next, undoing the clasp of your bra. You felt the fabric lose its grip as it came undone, helped fully off by Ardyn’s deft fingers. It fell to the floor, but you were unable to really focus on it as his hands came forward to cup both your breasts. You couldn’t help the groans and gasps that escaped you as he kneaded the tender globes of flesh. His thumbs circled your areola gently a few times before pressing down harshly on your erect nipples. Your back arched at the stimulation, each touch sending its own wave of heat through you that pooled in your core. Your womanhood became wet with desire, soiling your underwear.

You reached a shaky hand behind you, wishing to feel his hard member. He quickly grabbed your wrist though, bringing the captured limb up to his waiting lips. He kissed the back of your hand delicately before whispering in your ear, “Patience my sweet.” Ardyn would have you begging, no, screaming for him before the night was out.

You obediently let your arm return to your side. He rewarded you by gently nipping your neck, pulling at the skin as he resumed fondling your breasts. Everything felt so sensitive. Every light touch, every caress burned like fire. The steam from the water added an additional layer of uncomfortable heat. You squirmed beneath Ardyn, the torment simultaneously overwhelming and immensely satisfying. He took no notice of your turmoil though, unfazed as he smoothed over any marks left by his teeth with open mouthed kisses. Tongue dexterous in administering relief. You felt his grip on you tighten, his actions becoming desperate and needy. His fingers dug into you, inevitably leaving bruises in their place.

“Ardyn,” you say in a warning tone. Your whole body ached for him, but you had been looking forward to that bath. He could have his way with you afterwards. When you could both properly appreciate each other.

He stopped his ministrations, his lips leaving your neck with a damp pop. A love mark was sure to bloom there. He nuzzled his face into your cheek, stubble scratching at you. “Apologies, my sweet,” he said breathlessly. “Quite the spell you are able to cast over me.”

His words make you smile. You turn your head and place an appreciative peck on his nose. He chuckles at the action. You can feel it rumble through him and into your back. His hands leave your chest to continue their descent. Even though you asked him to, you can’t help but miss the feeling of his thumbs teasing your nipples. They tingle with the memory of his touch.

Finally, he reaches your waist, taking a moment to hold your hips flush against himself. He hooks his fingers on the elastic strap of both your pants and panties, falling to a crouch as he pulls them down your legs. You lift your feet one at a time so he may fully divest you of your remaining clothes. As he slowly raises, he drags his hands against the inside of your thighs. They instinctively spread for him, your sex throbbing with the need for any friction. He denies you though, his hands continuing until they return to your hips. For a moment you think that’s the end of his teasing, then his hands whip around to grab your ass. You squeak indignantly, surprised but pleased with the feeling. A true laugh left him at your reaction.

He then turned you around so that he may admire your form. His eyes drank in the sight before him. Every dip and curve of your body. Every freckle, every blemish. All perfectly made just for him. Perfect in its imperfections. Sculpted for him alone. No other man would ever lay their eyes on you like this. That he would guarantee.

You blush under his scrutinizing stare, unable to hold eye contact for long. You cupped his prickly cheeks in your hands, drawing his attention away from your nudeness. Leaning up on your toes, you tilt your head to engulf his mouth in a deep kiss. He hums in pleasure, hands raking through your hair. He quickly takes over, his tongue dominating your own and tasting everything you had to offer. The push and pull of his lips was rough with barely held back desperation. You could tell he hadn’t eaten anything recently, as all you could sense was the unique flavor of him. It made you light headed with desire. Your heart hammered within your chest.

You both had to gasp for air when he separated from you with a parting bite. Your lungs burned, but it was entirely worth the pain if it meant you could feel his lips on yours. His breath fanned against your face. Chests heaving in unison, you stared into his golden eyes. His expression is filled with abdoration. You weren’t sure you’d be able to stop him again if he decided to take you there and then.

There was just one, small issue though.

Looking down, you move your hands to his delicate silk scarves, pulling them off roughly and not caring where they land. He smirks at your impatience, satisfied that he alone could cause it. Dragging your hands down his shoulders, they move underneath his soft coat, sliding it off his broad frame. It fell from him and you moved to undo the clasp on his vest. The metal came apart with a click, allowing you to pull this off him as well. Your actions may have been a little too brisk, but you didn’t care. You just wanted his body unobstructed. To feast on his form in much the same way he had done to yours. Your hands moved to the buttons on his dress shirt, pulling them apart with reckless abandon. You felt the fabric strain as you yanked on it.

Ardyn grabbed your hands before you can do any lasting damage. You glance up to find him looking very smug. “Relax, my love,” he purrs, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his head against yours. “Let us not be so hasty.”

You whimper pitifully at him. You wanted his clothes off now. But you would be a fool to disregard his command. Ardyn’s cruelty could shine through if he was feeling particularly vindictive. With how riled up he already was, not playing by his rules would only grant you anguish later. The unique torture of being brought to the edge again and again only to be left dissatisfied was not something you wanted to experience. Not tonight.

So you reluctantly aqueous. Slowly, deliberately working the last of his buttons apart. “So obedient,” he hums, pleased. You smile as you finally get the last one, running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms as you slide the shirt off. His muscles are well defined, rippling deliciously beneath your fingers.

“Who am I to deny my king?” You ask dreamily, making sure to give him your best bedroom eyes.

He grins like a fox locked in a hen house. The expression is absolutely sinful.

When the garment fully falls away, your breath catches. You take in his bare chest, littered with scars and toned muscle. Sometimes you forget how absolutely gorgeous he is when not presented with the irrefutable evidence before you. You wanted to map out each twisted patch of marred flesh. To ingrained in your memory the way each had its own jagged edges, its own shape. Striping his chest, spotting his stomach, and snaking behind his back. They were all beautiful. They were all undeniably him.

You couldn’t help yourself as you reverently began tracing the twisted shapes with your fingers. The traumatized tissue did not welcome your touch, hard and defensive, but it didn’t matter. Not when Ardyn sighed so contently at the way you worshiped his body. Not when he closed his eyes in bliss, head tilted back. His hands on your hips would tighten ever so slightly when you went over a sensitive spot, only to relax again when you peppered him with sweet kisses. Chest, shoulders, stomach, collar, your lips and fingers left no inch unexplored. His muscles flexed with each breath; you could feel them expand and contract. If you did this forever, it would not be enough to fully demonstrate how much you loved him.

Eventually, though, much like you had to do for Ardyn, he reminded you to continue with your task of undressing him. He slid his hands down your forearms to place them over your own. You watched as he guided them towards his belt buckle. Ah, he was getting impatient. It was obvious that was what he wanted you to remove next, but the sight of his boots caught your eye. Those would definitely have to come off first. Dropping down to your knees, you decided to take care of that. They come off easily enough, getting kicked aside as soon as they were loose. As an afterthought, you removed his socks too.

Once you were standing again, you rested your head on his sternum. You dragged your hands down his breasts, past his navel, arriving once again at his belt. The leather was of unsurprising high quality, so you were a little more careful about undoing it. Although you doubted Ardyn would really care if you damaged it, your need to please demanded you be gentle. Your fingers took apart the metal clasp before pulling it all the way through and out the front. It fell to the ground with a noisy clatter. When the sound dissipated, you noticed you couldn’t hear the water running anymore. When had that been turned off?

You decided not to dwell on it. There were much more important matters at hand.

Taking hold of his trousers, you sensually worked them down his muscular legs. You made sure to grab his boxers along the way too. His cock sprung free, engorged and ready for you. A dribble of precum leaked down its length, catching on the swollen veins that protruded along his shaft. You stared at it hungrily, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Your sex pulsed with need.

Stepping forward and out of the bunched up fabric, Ardyn grabbed your chin between his fingers. He forced your gaze up at him, signature smirk ever present. He leaned down, past your eyesight. Your vision swam with his wine colored hair.

“You will feel it soon enough,” he whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it to emphasize his words.

You trembled. Oh, you were definitely not going to survive the night.

“Come now.” He placed one hand to the small of your back, guiding you to the edge of the bath. “It would be such a shame to let the water run cold.”

You let him get in first, settling into the no longer steaming water. It sloshed as he seated himself, legs slightly bent. He held out his hand for you, helping you delicately step over the lip and join him. The water welcomed you with a warm embrace. You could tell it had cooled from the time it took you to undress each other though. You settled between his thighs, snuggling into his frame while his arms wrapped around you. The water came up to your neck, soothing any stress away from your tired muscles. You sighed happily, completely relaxed. Ardyn’s excitement still poked your back uncomfortably, but it was easy enough to ignore.

Grabbing some body wash from the built in shelving, Ardyn began cleaning you. His hands gently came over your shoulders, down your arms. Underneath your breasts, across your stomach. Between your legs, your body twitching when he came close to where it wanted him most. He slowly worked the soap into your skin, handling you like one would a delicate porcelain vase. As he did so, you brought a hand up to caress his scratchy jawline. Everything was so warm and comforting. It caused a wave of exhaustion to cascade through you. You fought the urge to fall asleep as Ardyn finished washing your body.

His hands left you for a moment, gathering up some other product. They returned to your head, signaling the next phase of your bath. You leaned forward for him, allowing him full access to your hair. He dampened it before massaging shampoo into your scalp. His fingernails occasionally scraped against you as he worked it in. He was careful to make sure not to pull it though. The care he took while washing you made a small smile grace your lips. When he was done with shampoo, he washed it out before moving on to conditioner. It felt much the same as what came before it, gently worked through your sensitive strands. His revenant touches made you feel so loved. Once your hair was done, it was his turn.

You carefully spun around to face him. You had intended to immediately start returning the favor, but the sight of him beneath you gave you pause.

He looked so utterly handsome like that.

You crawled up his chest, stopping only when you reached eye level. With one hand on his shoulder and the other weaving through his hair, you closed your eyes as you pulled his face down to meet yours.

The kisses started off slow. You both sucked and pushed against each other with equal passion. You loved the sound it made each time your lips parted from each other with a squelch. His hands snapped to your ass, lifting you further up into himself. With each meeting of your mouths, you become more and more needy. Your hands came up to his cheeks, sliding down his neck, across his shoulders and back again, pulling him closer each time. He matched your desire, grip gradually tightening. When his tongue traced the bottom of your mouth, you let him in without hesitation, groaning at the feeling of his slick muscle dancing with your own. Your lungs began to burn, but that didn’t stop him from devouring you. Every time you leaned back for air, he would follow. He even placed a hand on your back to trap you to him. As darkness encroached on your vision, you desperately tugged on his hair to beg for a breath. He moaned into your mouth before finally releasing you.

You gulped down the damp air, disrupting the water as you heaved. Ardyn chuckled at your distress.

“Don’t start battles you can’t win, my love,” he warned. A hand came up to gently brush aside a strand of wet hair that fell in front of your face.

You sighed, smiling fondly at him. He was right, after all. “Couldn’t resist,” you breathe, still somewhat winded.

He hummed at that, amused with your answer. Sitting up, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You know,” he murmured. His words tickled you, making you shiver. “The sooner you finish with your task, the sooner we can play.”

Your face flushed with heat. “R-right,” you stammer. The butterflies had returned tenfold. You abruptly grabbed the body wash to avoid looking at him. His shoulders rose with silent laughter. Your labor began, following the same pattern he had used on you almost to a T. He draped his arms over the sides of the tub as you worked.

Your ears burned when you looked down at his cock, still fully erect. When you went between his thighs to finish up, you noticed his grip on the sides tighten considerably.

Once you were done with that, you moved on to his hair. When your hand gently ran through the locks, you loved the feeling between your fingers. It was so soft. You had always loved his hair. Ardyn closed his eyes as you brought water up again and again to wet his head, a smile touching his lips. When it was sufficiently damp, you worked the shampoo and conditioner into his scalp. You made sure to show him the same consideration he showed you, being careful not to pull on anything or massage too roughly. It was done within a few minutes. As soon as you were finished, Ardyn leaned forward and reached past you to allow the water to drain. It gurgled angrily as it went down.

Worming his hands just beneath your ass, Ardyn hoisted you up as he stood. You gasped in surprise, legs hugging his waist and fingers digging into his shoulders. You could feel your heart attempt to explode out of your chest. He carried you out of the bath, dripping water all over the floor. After a few steps he seemed to lose control of himself and threw you against the wall, caging you in with his tall frame. You cried out as the tile slapped you with an icy hand. He looked down at you hungrily.

“I believe I’ve waited long enough.” His voice was deeper, hazed by lust.

You swallowed thickly, feeling very much like a fly trapped helplessly in a spider's web. But the way he dominated you made you unmistakably wet.

He quickly lifted you up again, not strained in the least by your weight. Your back seared against the tile, but it was a distant sensation. Ardyn snatched your lips with his mouth, acting for all the world like he’d been starved and you were a feast. A symphony of moans and wet smacks alighted the room, a perfect soundtrack to the sweet love you were wrought to make. His hips thrust into your pelvis, previewing the rhythm he would replicate inside your sopping core, member grinding into your leg. His lips frantically traveled across your jawline and down your neck, adding love marks in addition to the lonely one he gave you earlier. Your sex pulsed to the beat of your hammering heart. You’d probably look like you were assaulted by tomorrow.

When Ardyn moved up to your ear, he nipped along its perimeter as he whispered sweet nothings with his smooth voice. How he could never get enough of you. How even during meetings, all he could think about were all the different positions he could take you in. How you tasted positively divine on his tongue.

Your volume was picking up. Your body was growing uncomfortable with the lack of friction, screaming for something, anything to remedy the feeling.

“Ardyn! Please!” You begged. “Please, I need you. I-”

He placed a single finger over your mouth, halting your pathetic cries. He now held you up with one arm effortlessly. He dragged his cock up and down your dripping cunt, lubricating it with your essence. It wasn’t nearly enough to diminish your desire, but your hips wriggled in glee nonetheless.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to address me properly, if you wish for relief.”

Your heart hammered. Your clit plused.

“Your Majesty!” You yelled, the title bouncing off the walls joyously. “Please!”

You had barely gotten the ‘please’ out when he unforgivingly shoved his cock into your waiting entrance. You screamed with pain, feeling him stretch and fill your tiny frame. It quickly turned into mind numbing pleasure as he ruthlessly pumped his hips. You could feel his shaft throb with every thrust. His balls smacked your ass. You scratched gashes into his back, leaving ugly red marks in their wake. You tried to chant Ardyn’s name, but your voice failed when he found that rough patch inside you. He adjusted his hold on you to angle himself and hit that spot over and over again. All you could do was scream and moan and cry as he filled you up completely.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, the coil in your belly taught and ready to spring. The sweet sounds of Ardyn’s pleasure filled your ears. He was getting close too. You tried to angle yourself up and away so you could ride the feeling, but Ardyn refused, smooshing you further against the wall as his hold on you grew painful.

“Say it again,” he growled breathlessly.

It took you a moment to realize he had made a request. “Your majesty,” you moan. “Please take me.”

That got him. Ardyn trembled as he shot hot ropes of cum into your belly. The coil sprang, and you screamed as you pulsed and squeezed around him. Greedily pulling every last drop of his seed into you. You both rode your orgasms for as long as you could, but soon the blazing fire subsided into embers. The room grew quiet save for your exhausted pants. You gasped as he gently pulled himself free of you. You could feel his essence leak down your legs. He placed tender kisses on your cheeks.

“You did so well for me,” he said fondly. “My love.”

He brought you over to the toilet, gingerly sitting you down before he grabbed some tissues to clean himself. Your head drooped tiredly. He cleaned you up as well, causing you to whimper when he went over your still sensitive clit. Then he swiped a towel to dry the both of you off. The fabric was coarse, yet comforting.

When you were no longer wet, Ardyn gathered you up in his arms. You snuggled into his hold, completely content.

“I love you,” he said reverently.

“I love you too,” you answer.

He smiled to himself as he carried you to bed.

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I’m sorry it took so long I wanted to get it done sooner 😭 I can’t decide if I like this piece or not, but as long as the person who submitted the request is happy then I’m happy.

#ardyn izunia #ardyn izunia x reader #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader #ffxv #fluff #smut #also on ao3 #forplay #like a loootttttta forplay

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sanjismywhore · 11 months

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Joyride

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by @justasidebloglol

Tysm for making this request! I’m so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it 🫶🏽

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The group of four walked down the steps of the palace entrance, heading to the Regalia parked outside.

Just as the men approached the vehicle, the king’s advisor called out to Noctis: “Your Highness!”

The men stopped on the steps, turning a full 180 to the voice that called out. Noctis stepped in front of the others. The advisor bowed deeply to him, before addressing the rest of his companions.

"Deep apologies. It seems we failed to mention another thing before you all set off.” The advisor straightened up and turned to his right, revealing King Regis beside him.

“Sir, if you may.” He faced the king and motioned with his arm to step forward.

Regis nodded, stepping aside from his advisor and turning to Noctis. “It appears there will be an addition to your journey.” The king enlightened the men.

“They have offered their assistance in the coming events.” He made a silent gesture with his head as if nodding, pointing in the direction ahead of the group.

The men turned their heads in the other direction, curious about who it could be.

Then the sudden thunderous whirring of a bike engine alarmed the four, causing Prompto to instinctively reach for his gun. Despite this, the rest remained calm.

The sound grew louder until it became a cacophony of noise as one motorcycle burst through the courtyard gates. This was followed by another car and another, and another… and another.

They all stopped near the gates while the motorcycle continued towards the palace steps.

As the rider got closer into view, the group could see a few noticeable features. A woman was astride the bike with a black helmet, black leather gloves, leather jacket, and leather boots. The motorcycle matched the all-black aesthetic with a sleek shimmer to the front.

Rock music blared, seemingly from nowhere as the bike slowed almost to a complete stop, but not before drifting cinematically just to show off. As soon as the engine was cut, the motorist dismounted from the bike and took off the helmet.

You walked up the steps to the palace with your helmet in hand, then you stopped right as you approached everyone.

You observed the men just as they observed you. The short blonde was cute, but you had no opinion of him. The tall one with glasses looked lame, and the muscular one was quite handsome.

And of course, you already knew and heard of Noctis, though he didn’t look too enthusiastic to meet you.

King Regis cleared his throat and approached you, taking your side and facing the men. “Gentleman, this is (Name).” He introduced.

The men stared at you for a while, some smiling as if they were excited to see you, some unfazed.

From the corner of your eye, you thought the muscular one looked at you up and down. He seemed curious but also pleased to see you. Grinning to himself, his gaze lingered on you for some time. He added a subtle wink before flickering his gaze at your bike, clearly intrigued.

When you surveyed him back. There was something roguish about his appearance. His hair was styled like a wild, unkempt mullet. A large tattoo covered both arms; you could make out a bird's wings and face. His eyes were the right shade of amber, like honey. And to add to his sculpted features, he had a nice patch of facial hair.

You could tell he was striving for the “bad boy” look. Out of all the four, he caught your eye the most.

Smirking slightly, you ignored his gaze and instead focused your attention on the King. He said, “(Name) has agreed to assist in the coming events. Keep in mind they are here to aid us, not harm us.”

Stepping forward, you outstretched your hand towards the men, “Nice to meet you.” You took a moment to introduce yourself to the two blondes, greeting them with a polite handshake.

However, when you got to Noctis, he refused the handshake. Unwilling to make eye contact, he faced away from you and muttered, "Hey..." before apathetically walking away.

It wasn’t the most eloquent greeting, but you still appreciated the effort. You could tell immediately that Noctis would take a while to warm up to you.

Ignis, who observed the interaction, stepped toward you two. “I apologize for his apathy. He’s not exactly the social type.” He apologized.

“It’s cool, I get it.” You responded with a shrug, giving him an understanding nod.

Then Ignis continued, “Noct will get adjusted to the arrangement in no time. Again, It’s a pleasure to have you joining us.” His tone was polite and hopeful.

You nodded at him again.

Turning your gaze toward others, you spotted the muscular one inspecting your bike. He was bent over, running his hand over the vehicle's side. From your distance, you could hear his tongue click as he grunted in approval of the vehicle.

“Sweet ride ya got here.” He called out to you in a deep tone full of intrigue, his gaze fixed on the bike.

You watched the man feel up your bike before flickering your gaze at Prompto sneakily climbing onto the seat. As desperate as he was to hop on, his attempt failed because he was too short.

Laughing softly to yourself in amusement, you approached the two men with a smirk. “Wanna take her for a spin?” You raised a brow, nudging the muscular one’s side with your elbow.

His brow raised as he glanced at you. First, he stared at you blankly before a small smirk tugged at his lips.

His fiery amber eyes sparkled with charm before he asked, “How fast can she go?” He folded his arms against his chest, standing back up to his full height.

Pleased to know that someone is interested in your lifestyle, you asserted, “Come and find out?” You smirked back, making a gesture to the bike.

The man let out a deep chuckle that nearly caught you off guard, “Only if it's cool with his highness.” He remarked in a murmur, turning and gesturing at Noctis.

Noctis, who was already sitting in the Regalia’s back seat, looked up at the two of you. At first, he gave the man a judgemental glare before shrugging indifferently as he replied, “Do what you want.”

The muscular one made a face at Noctis, then looked back at you and extended one of his previously folded arms, “Name’s Gladiolus. Call me Gladio.” He grinned down at you and shook your hand firmly.

You shook his hand, responding, “(Name).”

He laughed at that, smiling proudly. “No need for introductions, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You were caught off guard for a moment, “Didn’t know people still talked about me…” You muttered under your breath, blushing a little.

“You kidding, who hasn’t heard of you? (Name), the fabled crowns guard who got exiled for “

Suddenly you stepped on his foot, making him grunt. “Shut it!”

Gladiolus released your hand and placed his own inside the pocket of his leather jacket, muttering a curse to himself before chuckling. “The stories were right.” He remarked.

Turning back to the others, he called out, “Ready to hit the road?”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ignis hopped into the driver’s seat of the car while Prompto took the passenger’s side. Once everyone was settled, Gladiolus looked at you.

You took your place on your bike, leaving enough room for Gladio to sit behind you. “Hope you don’t mind the arrangement.” You commented, “I’m not used to riding with big guys like you.” Turning the key, you felt the engine purr beneath your feet.

A hum left his lips as he stepped closer to the bike, “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” He sat behind you, leaning forward slightly to wrap his hands around your waist for support. “You mind?” He uttered directly behind your ear, tightening his grip teasingly.

“Just don’t get too touchy.” You teased in response before pushing the kickstand back with your foot.

You heard Prompto make a gagging sound in response to the two of you flirting, making Gladio turn around to glare at him.

“Excellent.” King Regis spoke, bringing everyone’s attention toward him. Looking at you, he smiled royally, “I appreciate your help, (Name). We’ll leave you to your business now.” He waved kindly at you and the men as you began to make your exit.

Ignis drove the Regalia in front of you, expecting you and Gladio to follow close behind.

As you followed the car, you couldn't help but notice the beauty of the landscape around you.

The city building incrementally became less frequent along the roads, and soon there was only land.

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over everything. The sky was a beautiful mix of blue and pink that complimented the sunset perfectly.

The air became slightly warmer with every kilometer you traversed. Finally, after a few minutes of driving in one direction, you are surrounded by desert sand; ways away from Insomnia.

It felt more comfortable than usual; almost relaxing. Most cars were gone, except for the occasional vehicle passing by. All kinds of creatures roamed the blank terrain.

After about an hour of riding in silence, Gladio decided to break the ice. “You gonna show me how fast this thing goes or what?” He teased, nudging you playfully in your side.

Chuckling lowly under your breath, you pushed your helmet down to hide the playful smile that stretched across your face before answering, “Just hang tight. You’re gonna get a surprise.” Your reply sounded more like a tease.

You revved the engine loud enough for everyone in the Regalia in front to hear it, a playful attempt at startling them.

It worked, they jerked around and turned toward you with shocked expressions. But before they could regain composure, you and Gladio whipped right past the Regalia at impossible speeds.

The wind curved around your helmet but blew through Gladio’s hair wildly. You felt him hold onto you with a death grip while leaning forwards onto you for wind resistance. He grunted from the shock, “Whoa!”

As fast as you went, you knew you could easily run off course and crash. But you kept going; hoping that Gladio was enjoying the ride.

Then laughed as he exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

Prompto’s laughter grew softer the farther you drove away from the Regalia. He stood inside the convertible to catch a glimpse before you were completely out of sight. “That’s so awesome!” He yelled, cheering loudly.

Looking back, you yelled, “Try and keep up!” A laugh escaped your lips as you sped up even more.

Gladio seemed to have gotten used to the speed and held onto you tighter than before. Lost in the fun of it all, you both laughed and cheered.

Your little detour managed to turn into a session for sightseeing. The farther you got from the road, the more interesting the environment became to you.

The land was grazed by all sorts of creatures that you had never seen before. In the middle of nowhere, it was breathtaking.

There were a couple of times when Gladio had to remind himself to breathe when you took the corner unexpectedly, but ultimately, you proved to be an excellent rider.

When you could no longer see the road, you knew it was too late to turn around.

In the distance, you made out the shape of a giant scorpion charging at the two of you. “The hell is that?!” You shouted in awe, pointing at the creature. Even though it was pretty far away, you knew better than to underestimate its size.

Gladio leaned a little closer to look at it too, “Shit. I didn't think those existed anymore.” He grunted after a pause.

A wide grin spread across your lips as another reckless idea came to mind. Tightening your grip on the brake, you slowed down and drifted the bike so that you circled the mysterious behemoth, “Wanna fight it?” You looked back, grinning at the big guy as you finally stopped.

The question caught him off guard. Cocking a brow, his face held a quizzical expression as he looked down at you, “You still know how to fight?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Please, the beast ain’t that big. Plus, I know my way around a fight.”

Pushing the kickstand down, you and Gladio got off the bike once again. Reaching behind yourself, you pulled out a shotgun from the large holster on your back.

You twirled it between your fingers skillfully before letting it rest in the palm of your hand, “What do you say? Wanna see my skills?” You were beaming with confidence.

“Guns aren’t my thing. I prefer blades.” Gladio responded with indifference. His expression remained stoic as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, “They’re more efficient if you wanna take that beast down.”

“Is that a challenge?” You raised a brow, smirking as you eyed him.

He hesitated for only a second, “Well if it’s one you wanna take on,” Grinning victoriously and whipping out his large blade, he added, “I won’t hold back!”

Then the both of you set off on a race to see who could take the beast down. It was fun.

Neither of you would realize how much you’d bond over the short timespan of knowing each other.

After a quick round of combat, you had the upper hand with your superior weapons.

But it wasn’t over.

You and Gladio were able to land a few quick blows, enough for the beast to fall to its knees.

As quickly as possible, both you and Gladio jumped atop the creature with your weapons ready to strike down at it. “Come on, boy! Give us some blood!” You urged the beast with a snarl.

It roared at you and knocked you back with the force of it. Gladio grabbed the back of your jacket to steady you, “Hold on tight. Don’t let go!” He yelled before swinging his large blade at the beast’s head.

The blade connected with a satisfying hit causing the beast to cry out in agony. You jumped off the creature’s head and landed near Gladio on the ground.

You took the chance to shoot at its joints and neck to make sure the beast could be rendered immobile.

A few more attacks and the challenge would end in a draw. Neither of you could tell who killed it.

After having fun with the beast, it would take another hour for you to regroup with the others.

It was getting close to dusk when you returned. The others were chatting among themselves, seemingly tired and annoyed by your antics. They all stood aside from the Regalia, sharing equal piercing glares in your direction.

Prompto was the first one to exclaim, “Where have you been?! We were looking all over for you two!”

Ignis joined Noctis in his tirade, “We thought we lost you two for good.” He turned his attention completely to you.

He noticed the two of you were covered in monster blood and bruises, which made him narrow his eyes. “You’ve been fighting, haven’t you? Why in the world would you fight alone? What if neither of you came back?”

You couldn’t tell if he was mad at you since his expression never showed a hint of anger, but his voice was laced with sternness.

“(Name),” He sighed, “If you’re going to work with us, you need to take this more seriously. It’s all fun and games now until we’re leading a war against the empire.” His tone was gentle, yet firm as if he was talking down to a child. “We need you to be responsible, not reckless. It’ll get you killed.”

Gladio interrupted, causing Ignis to narrow his eyes at him. “Hey, don’t be so hard on her. So what, we went on a little joyride? We came back in one piece. If anything, it was my idea-“

“You of all people should know better. I wouldn’t have expected you to encourage this. I’m holding you accountable for this as well, Gladio.” Ignis eyed him before turning his attention back to you.

He continued, “She’s right to want to go on these excursions, as well. However, It can be dangerous. Especially when you’re unprepared.”

Your cheeks were burning under his scrutiny. Looking down, you apologized. “I’m sorry. I let the adrenaline get the best of me…”

Gladiolus was about to interject, probably with something sarcastic in reply to the insult, but Ignis cut him off, “To fill you both in, we are camping here tonight at the Hammerhead. Rest up while you can.”

The three walked off towards an RV, presumably the “camp” Iggy mentioned. Leaving just you and Gladio alone.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, Gladio cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Sorry about that…” His apologetic tone caught your attention.

“Don’t worry about it, man. No harm done.” You replied nonchalantly, kicking up some dirt. You walked back over to your bike and brought it to the fuel station, leaving it there next to the Regalia.

Gladio silently watched as you then made your way into the convenience store, but not before mouthing “Later.”

Moments passed, and you would walk over to where the RV was parked. The lights inside were on and you could make out the silhouettes of the four men.

Deciding not to bother them, you sat in one of the yard chairs out front and cracked a cold one alone.

As the sky began to darken, the air started to feel chilly. Wrapping your jacket around you, you stared into the night sky, thinking things over. Knowing your past, you predicted that something would go wrong. Something always does.

And as you thought about your reputation within the group, especially as a newcomer, your mood turned sour.

Then all of a sudden you heard voices arguing from within the RV. All you could pick up on was, “You should’ve done something,” “She's a liability,” and “She could compromise everything!”

But Gladio’s voice was able to outshine the others, “Giver her another chance!” He demanded. Noctis sighed, “You know her past. She’s trouble.”

“If she was so bad, then why did your father let her come with us?” Gladio snapped angrily, “She has potential. Giver her a chance!” He pleaded.

A few more words were exchanged between the men before Ignis finally spoke out, “We’ll speak about this in the morning. Everyone should get some rest.”

You were grateful that Gladio was willing to stand up for you, but it didn’t help the sinking feeling inside you. Everything you did mess something up. It always did.

You crushed the now-empty beer can and leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and sighing. “Fuck…”

The door of the RV opened and then slammed shut as Gladio stepped out. His gaze lingered on you before he walked slowly over to the fire pit. Taking a seat next to yours, he gazed into the flames quietly for several long seconds.

You broke the silence with a soft murmur, “They don’t trust me, do they?” Your head hung low as you spoke.

He shook his head no, sighing deeply. “It’s not like that…” He scratched the side of his neck, "They’re just being… cautious.”

Sighing, you placed your chin in the palm of your hand. “I don’t blame 'em….” Your tone had dropped to near a whisper. A sad sigh slipped past your lips, “I’m known for my recklessness… You know how the stories go, I always fuck something up. Charging headfirst into fights.”

Gladio uncharacteristically chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not how I saw it.” You furrowed your brows at him curiously, causing him to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “I uh... I mean… I think you’re a total badass, not a failure.”

His voice was much softer than what you were used to, “The stories were right about one thing, you’re a damn good fighter. But everything else was insignificant to that.” He smiled at you gently, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve never seen anyone who can handle monsters and danger like you do. And I’d bet my life that you know exactly how to use every weapon you have. You’re tough.” He winked and flashed you a grin, hoping to see a smile on your face.

Consequentially you smiled at his words, even if only a little. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting him to see how hard you were blushing. “You mean that?” You asked.

“Of course I do. Don’t you forget it.” You felt his arm wrap around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. The warmth of his body was comforting, although you were still embarrassed.

“I just have one question,” He started. “Why did you wanna join us?”

You bit your lip, debating whether or not you should answer. When you finally decided to tell him the truth, you looked him straight in the eye and responded, “I don’t want those stories to define who I am. I want to prove that I can protect something…”

Your head hung again, “But old habits die hard, right?” You added sadly.

Gladio grunted, shifting in his seat, “Don’t feel too bad about today. I was a part of this too.” He laughed a little, “Wouldn’t want you taking all the blame.”

Silence fell upon the two of you yet again. This time, however, it wasn’t quite as awkward. It almost seemed peaceful.

Gladio’s arm stayed draped across your shoulders. He was just starting to zone out when you spoke up again, “Thanks for having my back.”

His brow raised slightly, confused by your statement, “What? You don’t gotta thank me for that.”

"It means a lot to me." You looked at him directly and smiled. Your eyes seemed to sparkle with the moon’s reflection, making Gladio blush a little and glance away.

He cleared his throat, “Don’t mention it.” and continued looking out into space.

You shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder. He tried his best to stay cool, but he couldn’t help noticing how cute it was.

Both of you watched the stars twinkling above, content to stay sitting together for the remainder of the night.

Neither of you wanted to break the comfortable silence, knowing that it might become awkward if you left. Eventually, you found yourself drifting off. As soon as your breathing slowed down, Gladio followed shortly after, snuggling up close to you. You were so warm, so inviting. He had no desire to leave.

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Guess who finally wrote stuff that they’re posting? ME. I got to write a gift for @twistmyleg for the IgNoct 2023 Gift Exchange @ignoctgiftexchange. I hope you enjoy this fic!

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Battles against Nifleheim’s Magitek soldiers weren’t out of the ordinary at this point. Ignis had perhaps grown too used to the rumbling of the aircrafts overhead and the mechanical clanks of the soldier’s joints as they marched disjointedly alongside each other.

That didn’t make any of the encounters less harrowing than the last. But repetitive encounters did make one grow lax to certain features. The soldiers tended to attack in swarms and focused their attention on Noctis for the most part, using their numbers to try to box Noct in. Having Noctis be cut off from their protection had panic clutching at Ignis’ throat the first few times, but the soldiers weren’t particularly strong. Gladio could take out a soldier with a single swipe of his broadsword and Prompto had gotten quite adept at aiming his bullets at key joints in the armor to remove limbs with jubilance.

Ignis preferred infusing his daggers with magic or a polearm to create distance between him and his opponent. If a tiny bit of the reason he preferred the daggers more was that Noctis’ magic was warm under his hands—no matter what elemental he’d channel through the blades—no one had to know.

But as he’d mentioned, repetitive encounters didn’t mean they’d always be the same. There were still times they were caught unaware or the soldiers did something unpredictable. Which led them into the situation they were in now.

The air in Duscae was humid and heavy with the scent of incoming storms. They’d had a day of hunting, collecting money so they’d have enough to not only pay Cid for the repairs of the Royal Vessel but money for weapon upgrades and more healing supplies as they’d grown terribly low over the course of the week. With everything that had gone down in the Steyliff Grove ruins and Gladio’s self-discovery trip with Cor, they’d worn themselves down perhaps a bit too much.

While most of the group had been more than happy to accept some leisurely time spent at Cape Caeum with Iris and the gang, Gladio had been full of vigor to continue to power through. He seemed to have found a renewed passion for not only his duty but his belief in his own power. Gladio’s enthusiasm had only spurred Prompto into giving in to the older man’s desire, though Ignis had a feeling it was so Prompto could snap more pictures of Gladio’s new proclivity to forego wearing his shirt for extended periods of time. Noctis hadn’t had much of an opinion on the matter so that had been that.

With exhaustion tugging at his limbs and four contracts completed for the Hunter’s Guild, Ignis thought they were doing fine. Tired, but fine.

Until the aircraft showed up.

Dread hammered at him as the aircraft came to a standstill not twenty feet away from them. Gladio was the first to summon his sword. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he grunted.

Prompto let out a sound between a whine and a groan. “Can’t they leave us alone for a day?” Prompto asked, summoning his guns to his hands.

“The world would end before they did that, Prompto,” Noctis said.

Prompto whipped his head around with a glare. “Don’t give the world any ideas.”

Ignis couldn’t suppress the tiny smile that always came out when the group teased each other. “Duly noted, Prompto,” Ignis said. With a shatter of luminous crystals, the weight of his daggers settled in his hands. Despite the long day they’d already had, the familiar weight of the blades was just as comforting as always. “Shall we gentlemen?”

Noctis flashed him a confident smile, bright and boyish despite everything. “Bet I can defeat more than Gladio; what do you think, Specs?”

Ignoring Gladio’s vehement denial, Ignis made a considering hum. “Perhaps if Gladio decides to try and show off again, you can take out an extra soldier while he postures for one of his spins.”

“It’s an effective move!” Gladio argued over Prompto and Noctis’ laughter. Rolling his eyes, Gladio turned his eyes back to their enemy who was jerkily making their way over. “Whatever, you're on, Noct.”

Noctis’ engine blade gave a rumble as he too turned his attention to the soldiers. “Let’s do this.”

Watching Noctis toss his sword and warp towards the enemy in a shatter of crystals, Ignis dashed forward letting lightning crackle through his daggers. With a deft strike to the left, he struck the neck of one of the Magitek soldiers. The body jerked angrily, a feeble swing of its sword missing by over a foot before falling into a heap of metal.

Turning towards the sound of gunfire, he caught Prompto and Gladio coordinating a combo that involved Prompto using Gladio’s back as a springboard to come down on a soldier with his chainsaw weapon he was still mastering. The whoop of success from the two must’ve meant the two had nailed the combo they’d been trying to get down for a while.

He focused back on his next opponent and switched his daggers out for his polearm to sweep the three soldiers that had gotten too close to a more manageable distance away. He contemplated pulling out a flask of ice to halt the soldiers in place but knew it would do more harm to the team than good. Close-quarter fighting was not the time to use Noctis’ bottled elements. They’d all learned this the hard way on multiple hunts with burns and threatening hypothermia.

A yelp jerked his attention towards Noctis, who was surrounded on all sides. Ignis immediately clocked the stream of blood that flowed from the cut on his upper arm. He couldn’t tell if it was serious, but by the way Noctis was clenching his jaw, it was at the very least painful.

Ignis threw a dagger at a soldier that was getting distressingly close to Noctis’ back while the man in question was focusing his assault on the three soldiers in front of him. Ignis tried to follow the path of his dagger, pulling his polearm back out to vault himself into the air to come to Noct’s aid when he felt it.

Shooting pain radiated from his shoulder as he was impaled on the end of a soldier’s sword. Hot blood gushed from the puncture and instinctively Ignis grabbed at the blade that stuck out of him to try and prevent the sword from being pulled out. The bleeding would only increase if the metal was removed and he couldn’t risk that.

He’d been distracted, too caught up in making sure Noctis was defended even though he had two additional people he could rely on to watch Noctis’ back. It wasn’t even a lack of trust that caused him to react in such a way. Gladio was Noctis’ shield for Astrals' sake. No, it’s just that Ignis had a hard time stopping himself from constantly trying to be at Noctis’ side. To provide aid in any way he could.

An electrical current travels down the blade and through his shoulder in a dazzle of red bolts. He chokes on a scream, body jerking uncoordinated in its failed attempts to distance itself from the bolts frying the edges of the wound. It's an odd mix of detachment and all too aware agony that the current flows through him.

A gurgling moan reached his ears and vaguely realized it was coming from himself. Ignis could hear an uproar around him and maybe his name, but none of it was registering as more than nonsense in the wind. That wasn’t good, especially since they were all in the midst of battle. Ignis needed to get out of this situation. He needed to go help Noctis.

With an angry cry, Ignis shifted himself to the right in a quick motion, dislodging the sword from the soldier’s grip and somehow managing not to have the sword shift in his body. Probably because his collarbone and shoulder were doing an excellent job at halting the sword’s progress. Panting, he blindly backed away from the soldier who was quickly taken out by a swing of a glowing sword.

Ignis frantically tore his gaze toward the location he’d last seen Noctis only to be met with the sight of broken Magitek armor. The shattering of crystal breached his senses and he turned once more to the sky to see Noctis levitating off the ground, his arsenal floating around him in a defensive circle.

Spectral swords of old reigned terror on their foe, but Ignis had eyes only for his prince. Furious and terrifyingly beautiful—no, this wasn’t just his prince, his king, this was Noct. His precious Noctis. The boy who used to walk hand-in-hand with him in the royal gardens donned with flower crowns. The boy he tucked close to his side up in the highest tower, blankets around their shoulders as they stared up at the constellations they could make out amongst the light pollution from the city. The young man who tried to live up to everyone’s expectations no matter how monumental a task that might be.

Despite Ignis’ fading vision, he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze from Noctis’ rampage. Even when he felt hands grasping at his shoulder to try and maneuver him into a better position to supposedly try and treat his wound, his focus was on Noctis.

“Iggy, you’ve gotta lay down,” Prompto said, his voice cutting through the fog.

Ignis wanted to protest, to urge Prompto’s attention back to the battle, but all he managed to croak out was, “Noct?”

Prompto let out a nervous, high-pitch laugh, the kind he let out when he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the situation and he needed to break the tension. “Noct’s got it under control.” Prompto prodded delicately around the sword still lodged through him and Ignis hissed at the fresh wave of pain that cut through the numbness that was threatening his consciousness. “Shit, okay sorry, Iggy. We’ve gotta get this thing out of you.”

Ignis lazily shook his head. “The bleeding.”

“No, I know you’re bleeding, that’s why we need to heal you.”

He wasn’t positive but he knew their stock of potions was running low and he was determined to make sure Noct was looked at first. “Save them for Noct,” Ignis grits out.

There was a thud beside him and a meaty hand joined Prompto’s in inspecting his wound. “Yeah, Iggy, don’t even start with that crap,” Gladio said. “Noctis will throw a fit if he hears you say that.” Perhaps, but Ignis could be stubborn about this until he knew the extent of Noctis’ injuries. “Can’t believe I have to do this… Noct, get over here!”

He squinted at the blast of crystalline magic that Noctis’ practically erupted out of in his mad dash to reach him. It was almost laughable, the way his limbs almost got tangled up in each other as he collapsed in a messy kneel on his good side. Maybe he was a bit worse off than he originally thought.

“Hey, Iggy,” Noctis said. Noctis’ voice was always so soft when he said Ignis’ name. A hand cupped his cheek and Ignis leaned into Noctis’ hand because it had to be his. He recognized the callouses against his skin, the little scab on Noctis’ thumb from a mishap with one of his lures that he figured would heal on its own. “You seem a bit pinned down.”

Ignis let out a weak, amused snort. “Didn’t quite make the cut I suppose.” Not his best work as far as puns go, but he blamed the blood loss.

Noctis’ chuckle was music to his ears. “That was terrible, Specs.”

“You still laughed.”

“It was a pity laugh.”

Ignis gave a noncommittal hum. “Maybe so, but a laugh is a laugh.”

“Can we heal Ignis now, or are you two going to continue flirting?” Gladio asked. “Because you’re seriously losing too much blood.”

Ignis probably would’ve had an intelligent retort about Gladio and Prompto’s own flirting attempts if he didn’t lose consciousness before he could respond.

He comes to with a familiar grogginess clinging to his mind. It should alarm him that he's used to waking up like this, the dredges of a potion still faint in his mouth. But Noctis has taken to experimenting with the different drinks he uses to make his healing concoctions and always tries to give Ignis the Ebony-flavored ones.

The weight of a hand curled tightly around him pulls his attention toward his companion. Noctis is hunched over beside him, his head periodically dropping as he fights sleep. Ignis knows that Noctis will be regretting that posture later when his scar tissue flairs in angry stabs along his back. He wants to reach out and correct it or at the very least pull him down so that Noctis is laying beside him. He just can't get his arm to cooperate.

Settling to verbally get Noctis' attention, he quietly cleared his throat. "Noct," he said, voice rough with sleep. Ignis can't quite hold back the snort of laughter he lets out at the disgruntled jerk Noctis makes at the noise. "You should lay down."

"Ignis," Noctis breathes, a smile wrinkling his eyes in the beautiful way Ignis wants life to document Noct's joy. "You had us worried."

The battle is fresh in his mind, the pounding of boots as Magitek soldiers swarmed them. He remembers the flash of steel before it'd skewered him through the shoulder. The Lichtenberg of electricity that'd raced down his arm and fanned out from his fingertips. The spasming of his limbs as the power took its toll on him.

But mostly he remembers Noct. He remembers the fury in Noctis’ actions and the gentleness he returned to Ignis’ side with. He vaguely remembers sharing a few words together, a contentedness warring with the state of his body at the time, and then nothing.

He wets his lips and tilts his head to examine Noctis closer. “Are you alright?” Ignis asked.

Noctis rolled his eyes with a huff and flopped over beside him like a child. “Of course, that’s the first thing you ask,” Noctis said, but he didn’t sound upset, more disgruntled than anything. “I’m perfectly fine, you’re the one who was really injured.”

“Good thing I had you to come to my rescue.” The soft teasing at his own expense is a small price to pay for Noctis’ annoyance shifting to a familiar smirk.

“I’d always come to your rescue, Iggy.” The smirk shifts to a quiet, honest smile. “Always.” He still looked concerned as he ran his free hand down the new scars on Ignis’ arm. “Would you let me use another potion?”

Noctis knows that he’s plenty capable of doing what he wants, but the fact that he still asks Ignis these things reminds Ignis of how much his lover cares about Ignis’ opinion. He may not always listen, but he asks.

The numbness in his arm is still strong, but the Lichtenberg pattern that had crept towards his hand has faded some since it first marred his flesh. Likely a hi-potion will take care of any lingering effects but Ignis is hesitant to use a resource that they're running low on when he can allow the wound to heal after a night's rest. "I'll be right as rain tomorrow," Ignis reassured.

Noctis sent him a skeptical look, his other hand not currently holding Ignis' reached up to cup Ignis' face. "Promise me that if it still hurts in the morning you'll use another potion," Noctis said.

Any reluctance he had about using a potion wilted under Noct's pleading face. “If it will assuage any fears you might have about my well-being, I promise.”

The victorious grin he received made his heart flutter violently in his chest. He tugged Noctis’ hand closer to him until Noctis picked up on his desire and shuffled closer until he could plaster himself to Ignis’ side. He carefully laid his head against Ignis’ chest and let out a content sigh. “Wake me if you need me?”

“I always need you.”

A muffled whine was buried against his chest. “Sap,” Noctis whispered like it was a secret how much they cared about each other.

Ignis only pressed a kiss as well as he could against Noctis’ head.

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Flower Garden

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This was a very, very long time coming! I'm sorry I have been absent for so long, I have been in a rutt that I had a really hard time getting out of.

I hope you enjoy!

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There was never a quiet moment inside the Amicitia household. Not when there were five children running around. That Astrid would be lucky to get five minutes of peace before cries filled the house because one child got hurt from the roughhousing going on. Doesn’t help that Gladio gifted the children wooden swords that they were constantly swinging at each other. Though, it was to be expected from children of the former King’s Shield. And Astrid wouldn’t want it any other way.

Surprisingly today, the children have been playing in the backyard of the newly renovated Amicitia Estate after the Ten Years of Darkness. A far better set up then what Astrid and Gladio had in Lestallum, with it being overcrowded by those escaping the arsenal of Deamons that were emerging from the shadows. They had nothing more than a shack that was only big enough for the bare necessities. No place to raise a child in any means, but they made it work for their first-born child, Aster. Now seeing the children playing in an open space with sunlight filtering through the canopy of the ancient oak that miraculously survived the siege of Insomnia. No artificial lights that protected against the nightmares of the world. Laughter filling the household as hope and love now returning to a scarred world.

Astrid rubbed her swollen abdomen tenderly as she read from her worn out copy of Watership Down in the sunroom, glancing up ever so often to ensure that her rambunctious horde were all accounted for and that they weren’t causing any serious injuries to another. Much like their father, they didn’t know their own strength. One little push ending up feeling like being hit by an Iron Giant. Thankfully, no serious injuries follow, just scrapes and bruises, but the dramatics make it seem far worse than a scraped knee.

Once she was sure that her children weren’t killing each other and none were missing, Astrid went back to reading. She gave a light grunt as she felt a tiny pair of feet kicking in her womb, “I know you want to join your brothers and sisters, but you have another two months to bake.” She cooed, marking her place in her book, watching as a little foot stretched her abdomen in another kick.

Astrid watched as her stomach rippled as the baby moved about, treating her like a punching bag in the process. She rubbed her stomach in hopes to settle the baby with an affectionate smile. Her gaze shifted toward the sky, the sun was still high with not a cloud in the sky. A blessing that was now never taken for granted. All in part to the sacrifice of Noctis, his last duty as king. A blessing she and Gladio were sure their children would forever appreciate and never take for granted.

“Thank you Noctis,” Astrid whispered, smiling up at the sky, “If only you could be with us now.”

“He’s here.” Astrid turned with a start, relaxing when she spotted Gladio leaning against the doorway of the sunroom, he had dirt and grime on his face and clothing, “He will always be with us. Whenever the sun rises he is there.”

“You’ve gotten sentimental in your old age.” Astrid joked, accepting the chaste kiss on her lips as Gladio stepped toward her. “What happened to the tough Crownsguard, now turned Hunter, that I married?”

Gladio chuckled, falling to one knee before her, leaning his forehead against Astrid’s, “I think you have rubbed off on me Princesa.”

Astrid smiled upon hearing the nickname, relishing in the warmth that Gladio always seemed to radiate. She had missed him. It had only been a week since he left for a hunt close to Lestallum. A behemoth was crouching a little too close for comfort to the city. But that week had felt like years—not knowing if he would come back alive or if the only thing she would have of him would be his dog tags. It helped quell her anxiety when he would go on hunts with Ignis and Prompto. It was a knowing comfort that Gladio had people watching his back as well as him watching theirs.

“Thank you for coming home.” The weight lifted off of her chest, wrapping her arms around Gladio’s neck. As she did, she felt Gladio relaxing his shoulders, easing into her embrace.

He took a long breath, as if he had been holding it in, “I’ll always come home to you.” He lifted his head enough to look up at Astrid. His large, callused hands cupped her cheek as he did, Astrid took hold of his wrist, leaning into his touch so her lips could brush against his palm. “How’s our little bud doing?” His other hand rested on Astrid’s stomach, feeling the little one kicking.

Astrid rested her hand on Gladio’s. “Active as ever, as are the rest of them.” She shifted her eyes toward the yard where the children were now climbing the large oak tree, “So far there are no injuries to report.”

They both laughed at that. Last time Gladio was away from home he had gotten a text from Astrid to let him know that they youngest, Diphylleia had split the bottom of her chin open after she fell when chasing after her twin brother—Campion—which was supposed to be a relaxing outing at the park with Prompto and Ignis’s families. It was a miracle she didn’t need stitches, but just a quick glue job from the doctor and a very proud looking Diphylleia, showing off her chin in the photo Astrid sent Gladio from the doctor’s office.

“I’m rather relieved for that,” Gladio grunted as he got up to his feet. His knees popping in the process, “Wish I could say the same for me.”

Astrid took a quick survey of her husband for any injuries but saw none. But she was sure that he was hiding them under his leather jacket. She would have a better inspection of him tonight when the children were all asleep. “Before or after the children get their hands on you?” she joked, kissing the tip of his nose.

He helped Astrid out of her chair, “Behemoth has nothing on how strong my kids are.”

“Brace yourself.” Astrid waddled over to the screen door of the sunroom that opened to the yard. She stepped out first with Gladio squatting down behind her. “My Flower Garden,” Astrid called out to her children, each of them stopping what they were doing to look at her, “Guess who’s home?”

She stepped to the side, giving Gladio a wide berth as he stretched out wide with an even wider grin. It didn’t even take a second before all five children hopped off the tree and made a mad dash toward him, with the youngest ones up front while the oldest two stayed behind. A formation they all just systematically utilized. Soon Gladio was tackled by his children, barely able to stay up as they all swarmed him in a tangle of limbs, all trying to wrap around him. He did his best to wrap his arms around all five of his kids, with mild success.

No matter how many times Gladio had to leave home for hunts, this is what he would never tire of, and hoped his children would still come running to him. No matter how big they got. He wanted them to enjoy their childhood, something he never had the privilege to. Him being the child of the King’s Shield left to little room for him to be a child. Hours spent training and keeping a vigil over Noctis was all he had time to do. He didn’t want that for his children. Never have them think of duty first before one’s self. Though he may not regret it, it wasn’t a life he would have chosen. Though if any of his children wanted to follow in his footsteps to be a Hunter, he wouldn’t be opposed.

“Alright Flower Garden,” Astrid tried to usher the children off of Gladio, doing her best to contain her own laughter, “Daddy missed you all too.”

One by one they were all peeled off of Gladio with fits of giggles. Gladio got up with a grunt, his smile never leaving his face, “It seems we raised ourselves a bunch of strong hunters.” Gladio beamed at his brood, “But I think they need some more training.” A mischievous glint shown in his amber eyes. A mischievous grin.

Astrid did her best to stifle her laughter as she watched their children gauging Gladio with confused looks on their faces. “I don’t know, they seem to be ready to take on a behemoth like you did when you were younger.”

“You think so?” Gladio scratched the scruff on his chin in feign thought, “only one way to find out.”

He lunged forward, grabbing hold of the first child within reach, lifting their shirt to expose their belly and progressed to blow raspberries on their soft flesh. He proceeded to make munching noises as if he was eating the hapless child. The rest of the children darted back toward the garden, “Run! A behemoth is loose in Insomnia!” Their shrill laughter filled the yard as Astrid watched on as Gladio charged toward the other children with a roar.

Her flower garden was complete again.

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