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multi-fandom-imagine · 10 months

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Final Fantasy Boys || Type’s Of Kisses ||

A/n: Look I just wanted to write something with my favorite final Fantasy Boys. Let me know if you have a character you’d like to see.

Dizzy Kiss:

When you spin in circles and then try to kiss your partner.

::Cloud Strife::

Watching you spin in circles, Cloud wasn’t sure if he should be amused or concerned. He didn’t want you to hurt yourself yet you looked so happy doing it. Once you stopped your spinning, you stumbled for a moment.

Your eyes glossy as they tried to focus, looking for the tall blond.

“Cloud?”

“I’m right here.”

Following his voice, you nearly tripped falling into his arms as a giggle escaped your lips as you stood on your toes. Cloud didn’t get a chance to respond due to you finally kissing him. Once you broke the kiss you pressed face into his chest. “I have a headache now.”

Sighing, Cloud easily lifted you on his arms to carry you off to the shared room. “You could have just kiss me, you didn’t need to go through the theatrics.”

“Hmp.”

::Clive Rosfield::

“Love please be careful.”

Clive took a hesitant step forward, he had no clue what brought this on. He was trying to figure out while you would do something like this until he heard Cid chuckling.

“Did you put them up to this?”

“Was just a harmless little bet…see they’re fine.” Cid nodded his head both men turned their attention to where you stopped spinning. Stumbling forward you nearly fell on your ass as Clive caught you in his arms, a little giggle escaping your lips.

“Are you alright love?”

Nodding your head you beamed up at the man as you gave him a quick kiss. “Much better now that I can kiss you.”

Shaking his head, Clive helped you to your feet as he bent down to give you another kiss. “I will do anything to make you feel better love.”

Scoffing, Cid rolled his eyes as he turned away from you both. He rather not stick around for whatever was about to happen next.

+•+

Bambi Kiss:

When you lick your partner's cheek.

::Cidolfus Telamon::

“Cid? Can I try something?”

Putting down his pen, Cid flexed his fingers as he gave you a grin. “You can try anything on me love.”

Scoffing, your cheeks burned for a moment as you quickly adverted your gaze. “God you’re such a pervert.”

“You weren’t sayin that when you were moaning on my desk.”

Cheeks still burning you going to give him a sweet kiss, something nice but now. Shaking your head you sauntered over to the man only to lick his cheek.

“Hey!”

Humming you smiled clasping your hands behind your back. “It’s a Bambi kiss! It means I love you.”

Wiping his cheek, Cid pushed away from his desk. His eyes darkening as he made his way towards you, giving you a grin. “Not very fair you getting left out now is it love.”

“Cid no!”

A squeal escaped your lips feeling his tongue against your cheek. “Ugh.”

::Cid Highwind::

Cid loved it when you fell asleep on his lap, it felt good, felt nice. He knew he was lucky to have you in his life, he next expected to get this chance at happiness.

Biting back his own yawn, he let his fingers run down your back as you started to stir awake. Blinking a few times you then gave the man a sleepy smile, your hand reaching up to run across his cheek.

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

Giving you a wink, a light scoff escaped your lips as you sat up. “Hmp.”

“What are you gonna-.” Though his voice was cut off feeling you run your tongue against his cheek, once down you then settled back into his arms.

“What the hell was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders you nuzzled into his chest more. “A Bambi kiss.”

+•+

Tiger Kiss:

When you jump on your partner's back and surprise them with a kiss.

::Vincent Valentine::

Vincent sensed you miles away, it was cute with you trying to be sneaky and all. He would honestly do anything to just see you happy though he stumbled forward as you jumped upon his back. Turning his head a small smile formed on his lips only to feel your own against his.

Returning the kiss, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you nuzzled your cheek against his own. “You are getting better.”

Sighing, you tightened your hood against his neck as you let your cheek rest against his own. “That’s sweet of you to say Vincent but I know I need more work.” You muttered.

“Nonsense, I did enjoy the kiss by the way.” He muttered glancing up at you.

Grinning you gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Then I will happily give you more!”

“I will be ready.”

::Noctis Lucis Caelum::

It was a normal day, Gladiolus, Ignis and Prompto had decided to visit you and Noctis since the Honeymoon was over. It was good seeing his three companions again though if Noctis were to be honest he would much rather spend another night in your arms then work.

The three men were rather distracted, Noctis engaging in a deep conversation with Gladiolus and Ignis. It was Prompto that noticed you. Your much smaller form darting to each column in the room.

“Uh guys….”

“Not now Prompto!”Gladiolus waved him off as you drew closer and closer.

“But.”

Though his eyes went wide as you launched your body at your husbands back. Noctis almost collapsing as Ignis stopped his fall.

Giggles were escaping your lips as your arms wove around his neck. Kissing him, you felt him return the kiss,his beard tickling your skin.

“Surprise.”

Letting out a soft sigh, Noctis glanced up at you. Your smile was infectious, he found himself unable to pull away from your gaze. “It was a lovely surprise, I can not wait for more.” He muttered grasping your hand gently kissing it a small kiss.

Cheeks burning, you sighed closing your eyes slumping against his back. “Then I will be happy to keep this up my King.”

“Then I am I lucky man.”

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misselysia · 3 months

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Proposal

pairing: noctis lucis caelum x (female) reader word count: 406

just some short fluff for my fav boy of all time♡

In the glow of the moment, you find yourself smiling at the scene unfolding before you - Noctis, the true king, seated on the throne, flanked by Iggy, Gladio and Prompto, all in good health.

Your heart swells with joy, for everything has unfolded precisely as planned. Ardyn's malevolence is finally extinguished, and Insomnia is slowly but surely starting to get rebuilt. "Rise", commands your king, and you obediently ascend from your bow. His closed-eye smile beckons you closer. Without hesitation, you carefully ascend the stairs, stopping just before the last pair of stairs, locking eyes with your king.

"Y/N", his voice, a gentle caress, utters your name. "Yes, your majesty?"

His blue eyes meet your e/c ones in a silent exchange of affection.

He motions for you to come closer, to stand at his side. Realisation dawns - you’ve never been this close to the throne before. The only audible sounds are the echoes of your footsteps and your unsteady breath.

There you stand, before the king, feeling the weight of his authority. The urge to kneel seizes you, but a pale hand stops you from doing so, gripping your wrist. "Don’t… please", Noctis pleads, looking into your e/c eyes. Surprisingly, he rises, taking your hands into his. Your body tenses at the unexpected touch.

Staring into your eyes, he gently places his right hand on your cheek. "I have everything I could wish for - friends… maybe some exceptions…, home and the throne." Lost in his eyes and soothing voice, you can only nod.

"Yet, there’s something I've yearned for, chased for as long as I can remember." He releases your hand, lifting your left hand with his right, pressing a tender kiss on it's back.

"Please… be my queen."

A heavy silence envelops the room after Noctis's heartfelt proposal.

Your eyes widen, nerves fluttering in your chest as the weight of his words sinks in. The gravity of the moment hangs in the air, and for a brief second, time stands still.

In that pause, emotions swirl within you, and then, a tear escapes, tracing a path down your cheek. Unable to contain the surge of feelings, you find your voice, a soft yet resolute whisper, "I would love to."

Noctis's expression softens, a mixture of happiness and gratitude swirling in his eyes. Gently wiping away your tears, he nods, sealing the unspoken promise between the two of you with a soft kiss.

#noctis x reader #ffxv #ffxv x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis lucis caelum x reader #final fantasy

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sageteapost · 1 year

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| Chocobros Dating Drabbles |

[ Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia x GN! Reader ]

TW & CW + Tags: None. No major spoilers mentioned. [All separate pairings. All established relationships. GN! reader.]

Summary: Quick little dating drabbles with each of the chocobros, just overall cuteness and fluff.

[(A/N): Hey hey!! My first FFXV piece. Not requested, but I REALLY wanted to make these since I've started playing recently. No major spoilers please!! I'd appreciate it a lot. As always, enjoy!]

Noctis:

Noctis loves, and I mean LOVES sleeping. Or napping. He feels at peace in this state and he can rest from the chaos of the world, even for a bit.

With you in his life, expect to be pulled into multiple cuddle sessions with him. On the couch, in a bed, or even in the Regalia. Doesn't matter. If he's going to bed, he's dragging your ass to sleep. And he's not afraid to pout and whine a bit if you refuse.

He's usually the bigger spoon, but he doesn't mind being the little spoon as well. Or any position really. As long as he senses your presence, he'll sleep like a baby.

To Noctis, these are special and soft moments to him. The feeling of your bodies close to one another feels so intimate, yet so sweet. He feels safe and it relaxes his mind to know that you're in his arms. Safe and sound.

Ignis:

Oh Iggy. First off, if you ever ask if you could accompany him by helping in the kitchen, he'd happily agree. How could he not. Don't know how to cook? Don't worry! He'll teach you every you'll need to know.

He appreciates hearing constructive criticism or ideas for a new recipe. Not only does he find it helpful, but it also lets him know that you care about him and his interests.

Something Ignis has grown to love over the course of your relationship; is simply spending quiet time together. Reading books quietly, or you resting your head on his lap while he reads a story out loud to you.

You make him feel at ease. Although it doesn't look like it, being on the road makes him tired. And if he can at least get some quiet, alone time with you, Ignis is a happy man.

Gladio:

Look at this giant and lovable golden retriever. Gladio can be and looks like a tough guy, but he's a softie and a romantic at heart.

Always teasing you. Lightheartedly. He loves seeing you flustered and that man is not afraid to make you do so. But he's also the king of giving you compliments that'll make you swoon.

Gladio would watch Disney movies with you if you asked him to do so. He at first denies that he likes them (secretly loves Beauty and the Beast) but eventually he breaks and will start singing along to the songs.

No matter what, he'll protect you always. He may be the King's Shield, but when it comes to you, he'll keep you safe from any and all danger. Even if it costs him his life.

Prompto:

Aww, the little chocobean. Prompto is literally like a ball of sunshine. He strives to make you smile and laugh, even if he uses bad corny jokes to do so.

Will ask—no, beg you to come to see the chocobos with him. Race with them, feed them, and definitely take a couple of pictures together while you're there.

Speaking of taking pictures, if you let him, Prompto always take snapshots of you whenever he finds the perfect spot to do so. One time in Lestallum, he snuck a quick kiss to your cheek and caught your surprised expression on camera. Needless to say, it's his favorite shot of you.

At the end of the day, he loves you dearly. You bring him so much happiness into his life and give him another reason to keep going. The only thing he could ever ask is this; don't break his heart and leave him behind.

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ not requested #ffxv #ffxv x reader #prompto argentum x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader #ignis scientia x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #prompto x reader #noctis x reader #ignis x reader #gladio x reader #prompto argentum #gladiolus amiticia #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #chocobros #chocobros x reader

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yourimaginationrealm · 8 months

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You: „So you drive to Altissia and come back as a married man? I can’t believe this.“

Noctis: „Hm.. well, I can’t believe this either.“

You: „Marrying Lady Lunafreya… You are so lucky.“

Noctis: „I wouldn’t call myself this…“

You: „Why? Luna is pretty, sympathetic, charismatic and much more… You know her even. Could be worse. Half of the guys from the world are jealous of you. Haaa… Oh! Or do you prefer the other side? I knew it! You want to marry Prompto.

Noctis scoffs and smiles while looking to Prompto:

„Sure, I am all in for that Chocobohead…“ he jokes and continues more serious,

“ You know…“ he looks first away and than at you.

„I prefer to choose…“

You sigh: „ I am sorry to hear that. The crown is a burden especially at political arrangements…

Noctis: „Don’t be… worry more to find a righteous man for yourself!“

You: „Pah! Don’t worry, I got plenty!“

Noctis: „Not before I give my blessings!“

You: „Hey, that is still my choice!“

Noctis: „While I am the prince or soon king, I decide if he is worthy or not!“

You: „Seriously, Noct?“

Noctis: „I am joking but don’t take an asshole as your partner, ok? They should treat you right. Promise me this…“

You: „You way to serious now… but I promise you. Then,… have a nice trip and treat Lunafreya right…“

Noctis: „Why would you..?“

You: „Don’t mop around. Don’t fall asleep everywhere and eat your vegetables.“

Noctis: „Yes, mom…. So I need to go now if I don’t want to be late. Wouldn’t make a good impression.“

You : „Right! That is the spirit!“ You look at him with somewhat a heavy heart. Noctis turns to you with the same look.

Noctis: „Well then,…“ before he can leave you on the stairs from his home in Insomnia, you give him an bone breaking hug.

Noctis: „Woah! Easy or I can not attend my- Y/N…“

His heart falls. He feels your tears rolling on his neck. He wants to see your face but you still hold him.

You: „ j-Just a moment.“ Your voice trembles as you speak and hold on all your tears.

Noctis: „Hey, it is alright if you cry.“ He jumps over his word so that he is not the one weeping. You soften your grip so he takes a look into your teary eyes.

Ignis: „Noct?!“

Noctis: „Coming!… Y/N, I…“

You: „No, I am alright, Noct! I just sad I can be there…“ the last part is hard to speak because it is a lie…

You would be devastated to watch him marry another woman.

„You need to go. Lunafreya is waiting…“ You send him a smile while he walks down the stairs.

„Be Safe!“ You call out as he climbs into the car.

„You too!“

„I am safe here in Insomnia!“

„I know!“ Little does he know what would happen the upcoming night.

He sees you the last time through the car window waving good bye. Ignis, Prompto and Gladio sit in silence knowing their feeling for each other. He sighs as he hung his head down and touches the fore seat. The world can be cruel …

“Y/N…” he mutters as he imagines your smiling face while calling his name.

It should be you waiting for him, wearing this dress , walking down the aisle towards him, kissing him and being his queen to rule Insomnia.

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tofulune · 1 year

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༻laundry day

—"gonna shrink your shirt"

noctis lucis caelum x reader

Synopsis: Loving Noctis is like wishing for rain on a hot summer day. Irritating and Pointless.

Tags: [Words: 1,129], pining, angst, set before the game, reader is gender neutral

a/n: fun fact i finished writing this while waiting for my laundry to dry LMAO

“Pom, what are you doing?” You take the lollipop out of your mouth and gesture towards the house of cards Prompto was building on the floor of the laundromat.

“I’m trying to keep busy.” Prompto mutters as he carefully places the next card on the tower.

The laundromat smells like chlorine and despite the slight breeze you feel whenever the fan hanging by the door turns your way, your skin feels sticky from sweating so much.

It was a hot summer day and Ignis decided that today was cleaning day at Noctis’ apartment.

“This room is not fit for a Prince, let alone the soon-to-be King.” Ignis had said in his ever so posh voice.

You and Prompto couldn’t weasel your way out and were included in the cleaning regime since you were already hanging out at Noct’s place. You guys weren’t doing anything in particular—just sitting in front of a fan while playing King’s Knight on your phones.

The four of you spent the day scrubbing Noctis’ apartment down floorboard by floorboard, top to bottom. Your feet are sore and astrals know you need a shower.

When you guys were done with that, Ignis prompted things to go by quicker if the four of you split up. Ignis and Noctis went grocery shopping while you and Prompto were on laundry duty.

“The fact that it’s not even our OWN laundry we’re waiting for.” Prompto leans back on his hands with a groan.

A high pitched beep plays from the dryer and you jump off of it to unload the first batch of clothes.

When you open the dryer, a white piece of folded paper falls out onto the floor.

“Oh, hey. I guess Noct left something in his pockets.”

You pick up the note and start to unfold it when a hand snatches it out of yours.

“No!” Prompto clears his throat.

Your eyes widen and you furrow your brows in confusion as Prompto starts to walk away from you.

“Psh, this is just…a list of princely duties.”

Prompto sings the last part as he folds the paper up again.

You nod your head, suspicious. Prompto tries to avoid your eyes.

“Prompto, what’s that?” You say slowly.

“Nothing!”

You stare the blonde down until he shrinks his shoulders.

“You’re not gonna wanna read it.” Prompto mumbles.

“Try me.” You say, walking up to him and taking the note from his hands with your thumb and pointer finger.

It’s a letter from Noctis addressed to you.

Your heart skips a beat and you bring the note closer to your face.

You skim through it, brushing past him telling you about his engagement to the Oracle and how he’ll be leaving Insomnia to be wed to her because you didn’t need to cry over that again.

What sticks out to you is the line in the smack middle of the letter.

‘The truth is I’ve liked you for a long time.’

‘I’ve liked you.’

‘I like you.’

You zero in.

Because Noctis is Noctis and he holds his feelings in until they implode on himself, he rambles on for a couple of paragraphs about his feelings for you, but you skim past that, too.

Because how could he? How could Noctis confess now of all times?

You pale as you lower the note.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have read it.” Prompto sympathizes, pouting.

“Did you tell him?”

“No, you told me not to.” Prompto says as if it was such a sure thing.

You fold the paper up, putting it in your own pocket. The letter has reached its receiver.

You and Noct have always had this kind of tension in your friendship. Lingering touches and words that could mean more than platonic. It’s a tricky type of thing. Something you don’t want to break. You and Noctis were both cowards, afraid of tipping the boat and drowning, because what if it didn’t work out? What if these feelings were a phase and once you both got into a relationship it would lead to regret?

For a second, Noct’s letter, his words, made you feel like maybe this was something worth feeling, but ultimately it isn’t. People are dying in the never ending war and in order for it to end Noctis has to marry the oracle. It’s what the king decided.

That’s why the letter was crumpled at the bottom of his dirty cargos.

It’s why you’ll bite your tongue and stuff it in your own pockets.

“But this is a good thing! Isn’t it!” Prompto smiles in hopes of cheering you up. “Noct likes you, you like Noct.”

You give Prompto a sad smile before wincing.

“Prom,” You say his name solemnly, “This doesn’t change anything.”

Prompto’s smile dies and he sighs.

“Yeah, I know.” Prompto says after some silence.

You take Noct’s clothes out of the dryer, put them in a basket for Prompto to fold, and start on the next batch.

The dryer springs to life again and you heist yourself back on top

You gnaw on your lollipop stick for a bit.

“When are you guys leaving?” You mutter out.

The question makes Prompto pause, but he resumes folding.

“In three days.”

You nod once, slowly.

It’s sunset when you and Prompto walk out of the laundromat, and with only a few steps there’s Ignis and Noctis.

Noctis—with his stupid spiky hair, and his adoring blue eyes, and his red-bottom combat boots that look way too big for him.

It feels like you’re seeing him with new eyes even though he’s always been like this. Now, it’s different because you know he sees you, too.

Prompto eagerly greets the two and teases Noctis about how long it took for his laundry to dry and how great of a friend he is that perhaps it calls for a royal favor to which Noctis mutters out a, “yeah, right.”

“I can’t wait to get back home.” Noctis groans and rolls his neck back.

He shoots you a teasing smile, but it’s different from all the other ones now that you know what you know. You see the hidden glint in his eyes behind his bravado and your heart aches for a future you can’t have.

You give him a small smile back, heisting the laundry basket up before making your own complaints.

The truth is he never planned to confess to you and neither will you.

Whatever you and Noctis have now is all you’ll ever have—

You know that.

He knows that.

Loving Noctis is like wishing for rain on a hot summer day.

Irritating and pointless.

#noctis lucis caelum x reader #noctis x reader #ffxv x reader #final fantasy xv x reader

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moonbeamgoddess · 1 month

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Naptime's Over

Noctis x gn!reader

AN: I decided to keep this gender-neutral and where I don’t really describe anything about the reader so whoever reads this could have an easier time imagining their own character in this short story. Also writing this at 2 in the morning, as it’s when I suddenly get ideas, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Word count: 400+

TW: slightly fluffy, talks about hunting, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

divider by @cafekitsune

“Noct, wake up!” I groaned as I shook the sleeping prince to try and wake him. The sun had risen high in the sky, indicating it was midday, and Noctis still hadn’t woken up from his nap. “Noctis get your lazy butt up!” I shook his body harder to try and pull him out of his dream. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, his shaggy black hair disheveled as he frantically looked around the tent, seemingly shaken up from being pulled out of his sleep abruptly. “What?! What’s wrong?!” He quickly asked as he wiped his tired eyes to try and help himself wake up. “Nothing's wrong, I just needed you to get up. Ignis says we’re leaving camp.” I shrugged at Noctis and started packing his things now that he was awake.

“Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought Imperials were attacking us.” Noctis groaned as he rubbed his hands down his face, his glovelet slightly scratching at his skin. “If we were being attacked by Imperials at camp, I’m pretty sure Gladio would have dragged your sleeping butt around to wake you up.” I laughed as I rubbed Noctis’s head, messing with his hair, which caused him to swat my hand away. “Haha” Noctis rolled his eyes as he started to move himself out of the tent.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” Noctis turns towards me as he stretches his arms up, his shirt lifting and letting his abs peek out a bit. “Well, we have some hunts to do and a royal arm to find, so be prepared to be exhausted at the end.” I smiled at Noctis as I playfully poked his exposed stomach, which caused him to yelp and pull to cover his stomach. Noctis rolled his eyes as he was dreading what was lined up for today.

“Hunts again? I still feel gross from that Malboro we fought a couple of days ago.” Noctis sighed as he walked over to where the rest of the gang was sitting, he greeted Prompto, Gladiolus, and Ignis and grabbed his lunch bowl. “Yeah, and I can still smell it.” I teased Noctis as I pinched my nose and pretended like he still smelled. “If anything, it’s probably you that stinks.” Noctis stuck his tongue at me which made us both laugh. “Well, just think of the hunt as a way to make enough gil to stay at a hotel, my back has been aching for the feeling of a soft mattress and not rocks or dirt.” I sigh and dreamily think about finally getting to lie in bed after camping out for a while.

“Welp, we better get heading out. Don’t want to keep the daemons waiting.” I smiled as I stood up and started helping Ignis and Gladiolus pack up the camping gear into the trunk of the car. It was going to be a long day indeed.

#noctis lucis caelum #ffxv noctis #ffxv x reader #noctis caelum #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ff15 #noctis x reader #final fantasy xv noctis #chocobros

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kissedcloud · 11 days

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choose your adventure. 𝝑𝝔 not a writing blog; this is a fanfic archive only 𝝑𝝔

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zzprompto · 1 month

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hey-hey! i hope you're doing well, love your writing <3

if you can, could i ask for the ffxv boys (prompto, noctis, ignis, gladio) with a male reader who's in a band? preferably implied to be a poly romantic thing with them (unless you don't do poly, platonic is good!) you can pick whatever format you feel like! :]

☆ our boy's in a band

ffxv boys x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

"i can't wait to see him!" prompto's voice echoed throughout the halls, he was clearly excited about something. ignis hummed and nodded in agreement, so did noctis.

"yeah, he looked amazing tonight." gladio responded to prompto's comment, letting out a small sigh as an image in his mind appeared about this 'he'.

the men kept walking through the hallways, backstage in a venue. they were all giddy, and practically buzzing with excitement just to see this 'he'.

eventually, the group reached a dressing room. ignis decided to knock lightly on the door, waiting for a response or for someone to open the door for him and the group behind him.

a few seconds pass, but the door creaks open. a man is standing at the other side of the door, looking quite tired but his face lights up as soon as he sees the men infront of him.

"[name]!" the group call out, all rushing to hug the man. they all throw themselves on top of [name], each trying to steal a kiss from their boyfriend.

a light chuckle escaped [name]'s lips as he tried to pull his boyfriend's off. he wanted his space, a little air to breathe and preferably a warning if he was to get crushed once again.

"well it's good to see you all too." [name] finally spoke up, a smile on his face as he looks over at the group infront of him. they all looked back in awe, prompto rushing to hog [name] for himself.

"oh babe! you looked so good out there today! you were so amazing!" prompto cooed, squeezing [name] as tightly as he could before someone else stole him away. [name] smiled at prompto and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "thank you." [name] whispered back.

then, gladio pulled [name] out of prompto's arms so the man could rest in his own muscular arms. "you were so handsome and sexy up on that stage." gladio purred, placing a few kisses to [name]'s neck. [name] responded with a few laughs, finding the way gladio's facial hair scratched his neck to be quite ticklish.

"yes, you were quite fascinating on stage my dear." ignis piped up, walking towards [name] to place a kiss on his forehead. ignis then moved gladio's arms off of [name], worried the poor man might get squished. instead, ignis let gladio hold onto his hand.

noctis was the last one to come up to [name], wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to nuzzle himself in the other man's neck. he seemed to be more tired than [name] even though he wasn't the one performing.

"mhm.." noctis hummed in agreement to what everyone else said previously. he just seemed to be more interested in getting home to sleep, just like [name].

"you two look very tired." ignis comments, taking a look at his partner's faces. there's a small frown wanting to form on ignis' lips. his heart aches as he sees how tired noctis and [name] look. "i guess we should get going now. unless you have to go get your fans to cheer for you again, [name]?" ignis asked, almost as if he was teasing his boyfriend.

[name] rolled his eyes, letting his own arms wrap around noctis. "no, i don't need to have my fans cheer for me." [name] responded to ignis with a hum. "the only people i need to cheer for me are you guys." [name] smirked.

prompto started to holler at [name]'s words, gladio and ignis joining in with laughs of their own. prompto then practically jumps over to [name], giving him a kiss on the lips. noctis groans and he pushes prompto away, wanting to be the only one in [name]'s arms right now.

"well, if that's the case i think we can go to the car and drive home, yes?" ignis suggests and all of the men nod along to him. "let's go then." ignis continues, taking hold of prompto's hand to drag him to the car.

gladio walked over to [name], shaking noctis off of him to pick up the other man. "a reward for your impressive work today, my prince." gladio smirked, kissing [name]'s forehead and picking him up.

noctis groans once again, glaring at gladio for stealing away his warmth. he just sighed, not bothering with his boyfriend. he just followed him, and his other boyfriends, to the car.

the group walked over to the car, squeezing inside as best as they could. ignis started driving off back home, engaging in conversation with his boyfriends. they all laughed and talked with eachother on the way home.

suddenly, [name] realised something and his eyes widened.

"oh shit. i forgot all my stuff back in the dressing room.." [name] mumbled.

ignis immediately stopped the car and he turned back around. everyone groaned and sighed at [name], shaking their heads.

"[name]!" prompto whined, turning around in his seat and pouting at his boyfriend. "how could you!" prompto continued, acting as if [name] had done the worst thing in the world.

"it's not my fault you guys dragged me out of the dressing room so quickly! it's not my fault you guys wanted to see me and snuggle up to me so badly!" [name] chuckled at prompto. the blonde pouted, turning back around in his seat with his arms crossed over our chest.

"i guess we were just too eager to see our band boy." gladio teased, pressing a kiss to [name]'s cheek. noctis and ignis hummed in agreement, ignis continuing to drive back to the venue.

the group couldn't wait for [name]'s next performance, to have another moment like this. but, they hoped [name] wouldn't end up leaving his stuff again.

- author's note: hope you enjoyed this! this was kind of silly, but i love it. keep requests coming, i love writing requests for you guys :)

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ▸ 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬

I’m not adding this since this is a dead fandom I’m shoving onto people’s dash board. And I’m not hoping people read this anyway despite not knowing who this is. So here heye’s go here is a picture of the nocti’s face

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, somnophilia, praise

Your eyelids are too heavy to move. You are trying to piece together that Noctis has his face in your neck. And your legs pressed against his sides by his large, rough hands. Which are calloused from the sword that he occasionally wields.

"Needy sweetie." He is rutting his cock against your pussy lips. His cock head is warm, rubbing your clit as he bucks his hips. While he softly groans, his hot breath fanning on your neck as he says,

"You said you would stay up for me. Got me all worked up sending me those pictures. Then you fall asleep on me. But that's ok, your pussy got so wet for me so quickly." You rock your hips as your pussy clenches around nothing. He tells you,

"You are so warm, and wet for me. I haven't stretched you out yet but I want to put it in. Can I put the tip in?" He sits up and places his hand on his cock to make sure his cock stays rutting against your pussy as he keeps moving his hips.

His shaggy dark hair falling across his face, and the moonlight coming from the curtains he opened for the mood lighting, is heightening his sharp jawline. As he parts his pouty wet lips and he softly groans your name.

You softly and slowly mumble, "You can do what you want. Too sleepy move." Your last words slur together. And Noctis smiles as he admires the way the moonlight caresses your lovely figure as it comes in from the right side of the room.

He loves how sleepy are looking up at him with your eyes half opened and a soft smile on your face. As you hold on to the pillows that surround you. Since you say the oversized bed is too lonely without him. So you use the excessive amount of pillows he has around you to pile up when Noctis is there to sleep with you.

"You don't have to do anything but lay there and look pretty." You whimper as Noctis slips his tip past your lips. He drags his tip out and then shallowly thrusts his hips to push his pink tip past your lips. Which he spits on just to hear you whine his name.

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#noctis x reader #ff15 noctis #ffxv noctis #final fantasy noctis #noctis smut #chocobros #ff15 #final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum

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kangen-wanshi · 6 months

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Marks and Claims ft. Noctis: Indomitus

Once again, you fell victim to one of Noctis' odd yet rather.. Affectinate quirks. Not that you're complaining, although, the embarassement that comes with it..

Tags: fluff, there's some kissing but nothing explicit, no gendered pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be shorter than Noctis

The thing about being a human Commandant is that you can't survive walking on the Earth's surface without proper equipment.

Other than the regular food sustenance people would commonly consume, you need to use serum and sometimes other medication to keep you physical body at maximum capability while you're down on earth.

Sometimes you can also just simply use a support device over yourself. Mask, armor, and on rare occasion skeletons over your suit.

So it's only natural that you're in mild distress when you couldn't find one of your mechanical masks that you used when you're out on missions. The face plate is nowhere in sight when you venture into the depths of your room—you asked Liv and Lucia who's willing to look for it for you, and Lee who also does similarly with a side of scolding from him.

You’ve looked through Gray Raven’s Common Room, Strike Hawks’, the training ground, you even went as far as checking Hassen’s office! Alas, the metallic plate that is your mask is nowhere to be seen.

You’ve grown slightly desperate that you were thinking of just waltzing over to where Asimov is and asking for a new one.. But you know the young scientist prodigy would grumble and mumble at you even more so than Lee ever has. So you decided to re-check to the final place you can think of–your private office.

Re-entering your office again, you expected not much. You’ve been through the place from top to bottom after all, what's the chance nothing’s changed?

Everything’s the same, except, there seems to be an additional presence there when you return.

“Noctis?” You raised an eyebrow as you looked at his back. He’s leaning on your desk, ears perked up at your call, but he didn’t budge to turn and look at you with his golden irises. That’s new. You thought. Despite his large frame, Noctis always, always turns to look at you whenever you call out to him. Like a large puppy recognising its master’s voice.

Then you heard a light clicking noise. Like something scratching against a metallic surface, the light screech is muffled by his body. What is he doing? You closed the door behind you as you circled around your workdesk to his side, trying to solve the mystery behind the mysterious sound.

“Hey, what’re you–” your eyes widened as you saw the item in his hand, the very specific metallic faceplate that you had been looking at. And on his other hand–an EDV knife with its tip being carefully ran through a corner of the mask.

“Hey! Noctis–!” Finally noticing your agitation, he immediately pulled up the mask and the knife away from your reach, all while still carving over the metal surface. “What do you think you’re doing–I’ve been looking for that everywhere! Hey!–”

“Shhh, gimme a minute,” he mumbled with a grin, eyes focused on his task while he so expertly kept you away from the items in his grasp, “Just–gimme a moment partner.”

“A moment for what?! What are you even doing to my mask? I need it–come on!”

“I said just a moment!”

It didn't take you long to give up on retrieving your property. Only frowning and folding your arms in front of your chest as you glared up to the pink head. All while he’s snickering to himself in victory.

“What are you even doing, seriously?” you scoffed at him, still trying to see what exactly it is that he’s doing, “You do know I need that to breathe, right?”

“Yes. You know what else I know?” He finally turned to look at you, his grin prominent, and the glimmer of mischief was finally clear to you as he handed you back the metal plate, “I know that you wore this everywhere you go when you’re on a mission.”

You snatched the mask from his hand–turning it within your own palm as your thumb finally grazed over the roughed up corner, eyes widening at the mark he had left.

“.. You’re kidding me?”

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

“To get a claim over you.”

“To.. What–?”

“To. Claim. Over. You.” He emphasizes his words as he repeats it, leaning down to your height to bask in your confusion, and more importantly–flustered cheeks to his admittance. “I gotta remind some of your other uh, friends that you already belonged to me, yeah? Now I was thinkin’ of getting you an accessory or something but I feel like it’s gonna break your immersion and impression as this badass Gray Raven Commandant, so I pick an amazing alternative, which—”

“You carved your initials on my breather,” you stated at him with the strictest voice you can muster.

“--Yep.” He seems proud of himself, flashing you his infamous charming grin that crickled the corner of his eyes just enough to show how much he seems to be satisfied with his action.

“Is the heart really necessary?” You looked up to him with a raised eyebrow, pulling up the mask to his vision as you showed him again his ‘claim’ over ‘you’, “Pretty sure this ‘N’ is more than enough.”

“Yes, the heart is necessary,” he nodded firmly, arms folded in front of his chest as he shifted comedically to a more serious personality, “Just to state a point, you know.”

“Well, I..” you glance back down on the mask. It would be impossible to ask Asimov or the supply department for a new one now–this was custom made for you, after all. Swallowing your pride and embarrassment, you held the mask in your hand as you began to turn away from Noctis, ready to leave your office to return to the hangar for your descent to earth for the mission.

“Ay–now hold on a second,” he breaks your walk by tugging you back towards him. Being taller and a construct gave him the advantage of strength as he pulled you back within his vicinity, turning you to face him.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes away at him. Your irritation doesn’t necessarily come from his antique this time–after all without his little quirk you’d be even more concerned about the state of his M.I.N.D–but mostly from the fact that you’re tired that you had been looking everywhere for your mask, and now are feigned with exhaustion right before you’re supposed to head off on a mission.

“What is it, Noctis–”

Before you could finish, he pulled the mask from your hand, tilting your head up to face him right by your chin, before he clicked it securely over the lower half of your face, his fingers diligently and effectively clicking the safety on as he glanced down on you with his own softer smile.

“There,” he let out a small fit of chuckle, tracing his thumb over the roughened up mark he had carved on the corner of your mask, before leaning down enough to kiss the mask right over where your lips are supposed to be. His warm artificial lips pressed against the cold surface of the metallic mask as he kept it pressed there for a moment longer–as if trying to reach your lips, yet not quiet.

Pulling away, he still had your face cradled in his hands as he grinned down at you, seemingly yet even more proud at himself as he saw how your eyes widened slightly from his little stunt.

“Now you’re ready for your little misadventure,” he snickered, moving forward again to leave another kiss over your skin directly this time right over your eyelids as you close them by instinct when he inched closer to press his warm lips over your flustered skin.

“Good luck! I’ll be waiting at the usual place, partner,” he patted your shoulder and ruffle your hair before promptly leaving the scene, forcing you to wander in a daze for a few seconds before you snapped yourself back–shaking off the growing flush on your skin as you picked up the rest of your equipment and make haste to the hangar where the rest of Gray Raven had waited for you.

“Commandant!” Liv was the first to notice you as you entered the vast area, walking over to the aircraft as the silver-haired girl met you halfway, pulling up what seems to be a breather mask to your attention with a smile on her face.

“I managed to borrow this from Wanshi, since you said you couldn’t find your–ah?” She paused briefly, noticing the return of your mask that had already clicked over your face with a small, almost nervous smile as her hand lowered the one in her hand.

You gave a questioning look, suspicious of her silence, although you assumed it was to be expected with the obvious, new scratches that have branded your mask.

“What happened to your breather, Commandant?!” Lee seems more vocal about his distress over the display. Brows furrowed and his ever-so-present scowl only deepened when he read the obvious ‘N’.

“Tch, that Cerberus rascal.. Did he withhold your breather?” Lee asked with the usual aggression spitting his vocal cord.

“It’s fine, Lee. The breather itself isn’t damaged. If it ever cause any disruption I’ll just request a new one–it’s about time I have another spare after all,” you try to disarm his agitation by thanking Liv for the breather she had gotten you as you tucked it on the belt around your waist. “Is Lucia present already? If so then let’s go–ah?”

Just as you asked for the ravenette, she appeared next to you, expression as stiff as ever while she kindly offered you a handkerchief which you confusingly took.

“Thank you, Lucia..?” You paused, looking back up to her from the handkerchief in your hand, “But what’s this for?”

“There’s a stain, Commandant,” she informed you blankly, pointing at her own lips, motioning for you to mimic her movement to check over your own lips.

Mirroring her movement, you wiped the mask with the handkerchief, looking down on the small piece of cloth as you see it’s pristine white color had been stained with light smudge.

Was it..

A kiss mark..?

You’re going to have to pay a visit to Cerberus’ common room when you return..

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #pgr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #pgr noctis x reader #noctis x reader #noctis indomitus x reader

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sheep-and-lykos · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 6 - Reunion Sex: Older!Noctis Lucis Caelum x Fem!Reader

fuck it, Noct lives

not really a kink but something i've have in my drafts staring me down for awhile so tada

i had to rewrite this one because google docs wanted to be an asshole >:(

You stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over your wobbling heels and the long petticoat and skirt. Whipping your head around, you swallowed thickly as you watched Noctis shut the door behind him, turning the heavy lock until it clicked in place before turning to meet your gaze. His ocean blue eyes were dark, glazed over with lust, pupils blown so wide that they nearly swallowed those beautiful irises of his.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering, you swore you could hear them. Your heart was beating against your chest, your brain was running in a maze of fog.

The music was still raging on behind that door that Noctis blocked with his body, you both could hear the orchestra clashing and playing beautifully for the dancing crowd from where Noctis had pulled you out of. In a crowd as thick as that one, everyone dancing and laughing and drinking in celebration that the king is back, he could still pick you out of the group with such ease.

Even after all of these years, the passion you both had for each other had yet to settle, only growing like a sylleblossom bush.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Noctis broke the tense silence in the room first. His eyes were trained on you, practically undressing you. He hadn’t seen you since Lestallum over ten years ago; In his eyes, you really didn’t change at all - you were still as beautiful as ever. “Gladio, Ignis, Prompto?”

“I almost didn’t come, if I’m being honest.” Saying those words hurt your heart, dulling the butterfly tingling sensations in your gut just a bit. You saw the look of carnal hunger soften quickly in Noctis’ eyes, dark eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you wouldn’t have remembered-”

“I did,” he cut you off. “I still do. I remember everything.” Noctis took a few steps forward towards you, with every step he took it made your heart beat loud in your ears like a tightened drum. Even as he stood before you, you still felt like a giddy school girl. “Of course, I remember you. It’s impossible to forget someone like you, I could never forget.”

You felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes like glass shards. Your throat tightened up and your chest had started to ache. Just the look of worry overtaking Noctis’ face was enough to make your heart start to break.

Even though you both hadn’t seen each other in ten years, he was still as handsome as ever. He still had those dazzling eyes that rivaled royal jewelry, he still had those boyish good looks that aged like fine wine, and he still had those tender moments that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Even while standing before you, you knew exactly what you both wanted to do.

Noctis had reached a hand out, carefully taking your hand in his. He glanced down as he carded his fingers with yours, locking your hands together. He missed this. He missed you; So much that it fucking hurt. It was almost like it wasn’t real at first. Even with your skin pressed against his, it almost felt too real to even be real. Even as you’re standing before him, your warm flesh touching his, your perfume in his nose, your voice in his ears, he almost believed it all to be lies.

Noctis reached his other hand up, brushing his knuckles against your face, moving the stray hairs out of your face allowing him to see how well you’ve aged. His hand rested on your jaw, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to really look him in the eye. He felt his chest starting to tighten with emotions digging up the past ten years he’d spent all alone.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he murmured.

The emotional dams had broken on both sides as tears started to fall. Your hands had grabbed onto Noctis’ coat, dragging him in as close as your bodies would allow as he connected your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand that was now empty grabbed onto your back, fingers tangling with your hair and pressed your head as close to his as he could. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of salt slipping in from where your tears had met your lips. You grabbed at more of his coat, nearly tearing apart the expensive material from just how tightly you’d been holding it when you both had started to move before you even realized what was actually going on.

Your feet moved backwards, the two of you stumbling around the room until your ass had struck a lounge chair. You both tumbled down, your back landing against the stiff padding while Noctis braced himself on top of you, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you both looked at each other stunned.

“Noctis,” you whimpered. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a diseased woman and the only cure was the king now propped up above you. “I missed you, I need you.”

His hands snatched at the damned petticoats you had under that dress of yours - Astrals, you looked so radiant in this dress, Noctis almost didn’t want to remove it - and bunched them up at your waist. You eagerly grabbed onto them, helping him lift up your skirt at the same time, pooling everything just under your breasts. You shivered as Noctis’ hands gently caress your thighs, the once familiar feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin brought back such great memories. He hesitated, fingers curling up instead of re-exploring lands he’s ventured across before, and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Can I?” he asked in such a small voice, you barely heard it over the music still going on in the ballroom outside.

Your mouth had gone dry so you nodded quickly, swallowing thickly as your body hummed in excitement.

“Please,” you managed to croak out.

His slender fingers wrapped around the hemline of your panties which were starting to get wet before he slowly dragged them down your parted legs and eventually off of your person. Noctis hummed softly, his fingers were cool to the touch when they slowly stroked at your pussy. His fingertips slipped between your folds as if they were rose petals, soft and delicate and seemingly dripping with honey he so desperately wanted to taste. You sighed contently, sparks connecting in your nerves like long awaited surges of power, your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to take in full breaths. You swore you would cum just from Noctis carefully fingering you alone. He slipped in another finger, both digits teasing at your slick entrance before delving in like they did once upon a time. He remembered how you felt, how you tasted, he swore he could already taste it without his tongue even touching you. He curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out a high-pitched whine from your throat as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

Noctis withdrew his fingers after another moment, mesmerized by the slick that coated his two fingers before licking your sweet nectar right off of them. Your eyes connected once more, you could see the carnal intentions bubbling to the surface once again in those galactic blues.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, too.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, turning your head away as your face felt flushed from how sweet and how soft Noctis was being with you right now. You knew what he wanted to do to you, hell, you wanted him to do it too! But he’s taking his time, he wants to take his time.

His hands had started on his belt, fingers unlatching the silver clasp and unweaving the expensive black leather from the loops of his dress pants before dropping it to the floor with your wet panties. His fingers quickly fumbled with the front of his pants, undoing the buttons and peeling down the zipper to show off the erection that Noctis had been hiding under his clothing shockingly well. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bulge, your cunt cried for it.

Noctis slipped himself out of his underwear, fingers wrapping around his shaft and head and pumping his cock once, twice, three times before he guided it across your dripping pussy. You whimpered as you felt it tap at your passage, wincing at the painful stretch and quickly sighing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled your core without a second thought.

Noctis groaned loudly above you, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself, his hair falling in front of his face.

It was a good thing that the orchestra outside was still raging on and the crowd had still yet to notice that he had long since slipped out.

#ffxv #ffxv imagines #noctis x reader #prince noctis #noctis

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kavvehs · 1 year

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 — 𝐧. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

the chosen king’s fulfilled prophecy welcomes in the light—and an aching heart.

cw : MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, major end-game spoilers, gender-neutral!reader, crownsguard / kingsglaive!reader, loneliness, angst, minimal comfort, unrequited feelings, grief, reader has battle scars, choking, questionable / unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader’s background is implied but left up to interpretation, description of a panic attack.

wc : 4.3k

Your happiness had always been fleeting when it came to him.

Memories playing behind your eyes became commonplace in your newfound routine that they melded into an unlikely and oftentimes unwelcome companion. They followed and nipped at your heels frequently, constantly, that they might as well have been your missing shadow. To some extent, perhaps they were. You didn’t remember them being so tormenting, however, with reminders of his easy smiles when you were given the opportunity to rest or the flashes of his figure walking in your peripheral. Even on your own, it was impossible to travel someplace his boots hadn’t touched when they tracked all the way to the ruins of an archipelago. It was almost embarrassing how many times you fought off the habit of switching into the proper stance for a link strike, only for a daemon to fall and leaving you to be the only one present.

Removing any and all emotional impulsivity, especially on the battlefield, to maintain a clear head and a single-minded focus on the safety and reign of your prince was a demand given by the Crownsguard. Namely on the battlefield. You, however, wore your scars and now-faded daemon-born wounds with pride, contrary to the exasperation that dripped off the mental image of your instructor. But now, past the age where the light shone bright, things were vastly different that you weren’t allowed to be lenient. You knew that biting back the cause of the blur in your vision and the ache in your chest would only develop into a bad habit. You went through with it, anyways, knowing fully well you couldn’t convince yourself to break it. Or maybe you weren’t ready to, not just yet, and each passing night was another you spent reinforcing it.

It was a coincidence that you were on your way back to Hammerhead when your phone buzzed. You considered, if only momentarily, outright ignoring it, but the hypotheticals swarming your imagination decided otherwise. You shifted your weapon, heavy and sticky with pungent gore, into your opposite hand to smuggle the device from your pocket and answer it with a measly greeting. Maybe it was the creeping exhaustion getting the best of you, but you allowed yourself to hope. To be a little reckless. The knowledge you’d have another mission kept your feet from dragging before; Talcott’s news had you sprinting like your life depended on it. All consideration flew out the window, stealth long foregone. Looking back, you refused to believe it was some sort of angle from the divine, not when they’ve done nothing to earn your good graces.

After ten years of indulging in it, you liked to think that you had a good grasp on that bad habit of yours. And yet each memory associated with Takka’s Pit Shop hit you so violently that you nearly stumbled through the doorway and fell flat on your face as unceremoniously as one could imagine. Almost. You were better than that. Your heels dug into the concrete and you steeled your expression before the tears could bubble, steeled your heart and shoved it a little further into that little box you couldn’t stop it from peeking out of. Taking one impossibly heavy step after the other, you waded your way through the swamp of memories as if they weren’t dragging you deeper and deeper into your own self-inflicted agony. It proved to be a sudden reminder of why you tended to avoid the restaurant.

Past the countless crates of dwindling supplies and parts and the tables covered in potions and weapons, it was almost exactly how you remembered it. The grills and stoves were covered in fine layers of dust, yet reeked of grease and meat that simultaneously burned your nose and prodded at your hunger. Only one of the many booths were occupied by actual people, but indistinct chatter and the clatter of dishes wandered through one ear and out the other. The outline of Takka’s figure hovered behind the counter, offering the menu and new hunts to your group between requests for ingredients. The familiarity of a forgotten routine hit you like a back-strike from a daemon and you suddenly became ten years younger, unburdened by the responsibility stained deep within the material of your uniform, of your title as a Kingsglaive.

Shared glances were your only welcome and returned greeting as you dropped into the seat beside the Shield, accepted by the mix of confident anticipation hovering around you all and the suffocating silence. Reminiscing on how much time had passed sounded like an actual nightmare so you didn’t bother, but your body soaked in the feelings that came with it like a sponge. You could reach out and reassure yourself that the four of you were still here, after all this time. Gladio’s comfortably and most likely instinctively arm curled over the seat behind your neck, but the space next to you was terribly, uncharacteristically empty. You could still feel the phantom of his leg hooked over yours so casually as dark hair poorly hid his burning ears, or how he leaned against you like a pillow while he picked his vegetables off of his dish and plopped them onto yours.

You half-expected someone to speak up, for Prompto to say something positive in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood, though it never came. You could see his jaw, framed by facial hair, working towards verbalizing whatever was churning back and forth in his head that never came. Ignis’ fingers drummed over the table in a slow rhythm that could have been mistaken for boredom or giving himself something to do, but it was an action you knew exposed everything his expression did not. Gladiolus, meanwhile, tossed less than subtle glances out the window and over your head every few seconds, frowning when the subject of his attention was nowhere in sight. It was when the front gates squealed, loud and sharp, that everyone sat straighter and rose to their feet in an instantaneous reaction.

He maneuvered so smoothly around Talcott’s truck with long strides and even steps that he might as well have been gliding, strands of black bouncing with each movement. He eventually stopped and stood tall before the four of you, taking everyone in with a breathtaking fondness. Prompto beamed and tugged on your sleeve with poorly restrained enthusiasm while Ignis spoke on everyone’s behalf on your other side. Countless words fumbled along your tongue, but none of them became coherent enough to meet your lips as your heart fluttered in your chest. The advisor’s, however, were a million years away and only grew farther as the world shrunk in on itself. Your friends faded into faint presences and the dangers stalking in the darkness went with them until the only ones remaining were you and him.

The reunion between you and your prince had always been a figment of your dreams; other times of your nightmares when the fear of being too weak to witness his return crept up your spine and soaked deep into your bones. You refused to let the hope of it all slip through your fingers, however, no matter how steadily or how much time passed because you knew he would come. It was destined, but the part of you that kept scuttling back after being kicked to the curb pleaded to whatever Astral would listen that even a sliver of his motivations would be to return to you. For so long you prepared the words, the actions, of what you would when you could reach out and touch him, but now they had become so distant. Not because you lacked the confidence or had forgotten them—they were so meaningless to someone so untouchable.

The man before you wasn’t a stranger nor was he your prince, but you knew it was him deep down all the same. He was dressed for the part, you would give him that, with dirt and ash staining the same clothing you last saw him in, down to the slash in his coat from the monster Ravus had become. You expected him to remained as young as he was back then, you realized in that moment, but he wasn’t. He was so much older, so much wiser, than the prince you were helpless in pulling out of the Crystal. His hair was much longer and brushed almost entirely out of his face and fluffy in its own flattened way, and his eyes still sparkled like stars in the night sky, yet held a strange sadness and longing beneath enlightened wisdom. Yet that smile and the soft rumbling of his voice was so familiar that it hit you without a shred of doubt.

The man before you was your Noctis, yet all of the delight bubbling within you was gnawed and spat on by an inexplicable, gut-churning dread.

Your king took the lead and you all fell into step behind him, beside him, in a routine you believed had become long forgotten, as if no time at all had passed. It was almost too easy when your steps, once heavy and losing their sense of direction, regained that airiness and purpose until you didn’t care where you were led. If he was there, you knew everything would be alright. You would be alright. The words tumbled so effortlessly from your tongue and your very soul quivered when a laugh rumbled from deep within his chest, a smile cast your way over his shoulder that was so genuine and utterly handsome. Though the solemness of his questions was distinctly palpable, the answers seemed to replace it with something considerably more hopeful and resolute that spread among those within Hammerhead.

You hated how you could remember that single night out of the hundreds as if it was burned into your memory; engraved and carved into your skin until it left gnarly scars you could never hide beneath clothing or smiles. The relief and joy settled into worry and then dissipated into dread and heartbreak so quick it was a wonder if you ever felt that way to begin with. The clatter of silverware had fallen into silence as Noctis spoke—or rather, tried to. The campfire illuminated his face in a gentle orange light that you considered picture perfect in that moment, each word stumbled over like a fawn using its legs for the first time. His gaze refused to linger on any of his Kingsglaive for more than a few seconds and hesitance tinged every part of him. It wasn’t born by the responsibility forced upon him, but it was certainly the catalyst to revealing it for everyone to hear.

The savory aftertaste of the meal so tenderly crafted lost its flavor within seconds as silence permeated the night sky until the crackling of the fire filled it in. Your respect for Ignis and your self-restraint were the only reasons you didn’t let his belongings clatter to the ground. Your king continued to speak between commentary from your friends, voice soft and resolute, yet finished with another stab to your heart that was barely being held together with duct tape and glue. Everyone was so...so accepting. Hurt, you could see it too well, but they were all so strong. Why? Why did they have to be that way? Why did you have to be the odd one out again? Why wasn’t anyone saying anything to stop him? Why weren’t you? You weren’t sure who nudged you or when the attention shifted onto you, but you swore to follow him and would always be there. That much was the truth; your trembling smile was not.

It isn’t healthy to be strong forever. Let yourself be “weak.” Someone told you that once upon a time, but who? Nyx? Cor? Cid? Aranea? Perhaps someone from back home, before you were considered an outsider? You didn’t remember and it didn’t matter. Not when that advice felt so insignificant and worthless. Everybody was visibly crestfallen, yet twice as adamant and determined. Inspired, even. Everyone but you. Why were you the only one struggling? Why couldn’t you be as strong and composed as them? You didn’t want to struggle. You couldn’t. The daemons within the Crown City would kill you and you were sure you would have because your mind happened to slip elsewhere if it wasn’t for the potions on hand. Maybe the Chancellor would toy with you and your insecurities like some kind of puppet if you weren’t careful.

When you sat down in the underground shelter, the anguish you had kept locked up for so long, had slipped out and made itself known. The panic was quick, pumping through your veins like adrenaline, and you shot forward. Your fingers curled around and pierced into soft skin and the small part of yourself that somehow remained stared back with eyes too bright and emotions too vivid. Then you squeezed until your joints hurt and your muscles rippled. The little you, the lost and hurting yet helpful part that bore your face of ten years prior, choked and gasped for air as their eyes fluttered and rolled back. They desperately scratched at your wrists and writhed while their mouth moved, but only puffs of hair that sounded suspiciously like a name came out. You pushed them down with your remaining strength, slammed the top, and nailed it shut.

As you stood at the crossroads of the beginning to the end, you hated the man before you. The acceptance radiating off of him burned far greater than Ifrit’s flames as he gazed upon the four of you within the minimal light the Citadel welcomed. What few interactions you had with His Majesty had become yet another haze in your memory, but Noctis had never looked more identical to his late father. He stood tall in an outfit he would have once squirmed in and complained about until his voice ran hoarse, and you couldn’t see, let alone sense, any of the uncertainty the Noctis of ten years ago wore on his sleeve. You refused to believe that his eyes—damn him and that fondness, knowing he’s walking into his own coffin— lingered on you longer than it had on the others; you refused to give yourself that sort of hope.

As he ascended the stairs and the rain rolled down his back, everything in your body demanded you to stop him; to run after him; to abandon the oath you swore yourself to in favor of a much more selfish, personal one. But how could you? Why would you? Everyone, yourself included, dreamed of the day that you could be able to bask in the warm such an attain a victory that once felt so distant. That would defeat the purpose of standing beside him all this time and aiding him in reclaiming the Citadel, after all. The single person capable of driving the Starscourge from Eos was finally at the precipice of doing exactly that, and you would stop that? For what, feelings that he was never aware of? Feelings he could may have become enlightened about to be aware of, but went unspoken and undeveloped? You’d damn the world in an endless darkness and misery for that?

Yes, a small part of you whispered. The other: No. He wasn’t even yours and now he never would be because you were too cowardly to say something. Once upon a time the only concern among more day-to-day tasks was that he was your wayward prince and you were trying to create a place for yourself in a city that spat on your very existence. You were never sure where to start when it came to delving into something deeper with him, but it never mattered. You were his friend and he was yours, your light, and that was enough, but you wanted more. You still wanted more. Then his engagement to Lady Lunafreya was announced, an arrangement of peace, and it all tumbled downhill. The Oracle deserved better than to be caught up in your tangle of feelings and the conflict it would create if you vocalized them. So you didn’t.

A low, gravelly moan reverberated through the air behind you while elongated talons scraped against the concrete covered in splatters of a materializing violet liquid. Alongside your brothers in arms, you turned your back to the staircase and gave attention to the daemons that crept from the darkness of which they were born from at your feet. Your fingers curled around your weapon a little tighter than absolutely necessary as your battle-instincts jumped into action. Soon enough, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps. Whether it was from the pelting rain or the steadily growing distance, you didn’t know. You didn’t check. An obnoxious and utterly distracting heat pooled at your eyes and seeped down your cheek, but you furiously blinked them away. You took aim, bent your knees, steeled your weeping heart, and attacked.

The light that blessed the world again was meaningless, or maybe that was just you.

You fought hard for a chance to see this day. You fought hard for a chance of survival against the odds that seemed ever stacked against you. You fought for a fruitless ideal that manipulated itself until it warped into a painful truth, and yet your so-called victory hardly felt like one at all. It was undeniably better than failure, but just barely. Thousands of people were dead, the survivors traumatized and left to pick up the pieces, the gods nowhere to be found, and the world was but a remnant of what it once was. The light was terrifyingly warm as it crashed over you in waves and while it beat the cold shadows and warded off the reminders of what once lived with, it was tormenting all the same. It caressed your marred skin like white magic and the bitter part of you wondered if this was some half-assed attempt at an apology from the Astrals.

Insomnia had seen better days and it would only be with time that it would regain its lost glory, even if you didn’t spearhead the recovery and rebuilding process. Ignis had too much faith in you and your leadership qualities, or maybe he was just trying to direct your focus elsewhere. The entire city was in shambles, with so much debris and torn clothing scattered about haphazardly that it would take an extensive amount of time and work until the streets alone were relatively safe for public use. The looming buildings you recalled once marveling and gaping at were carved in half, shops you loved destroyed, and monuments but a memory and facet for historians to drool over, but it still claimed the sleek magnificence only the Crown City possessed. Not even the distance between it and the haven you were staying at could change that.

You knew you were only twisting the knife until the wound became self-inflicted and infected, but you couldn’t look away no matter how hard you tried. Insomnia seemed to have a newfound respect for you, horribly enough. A whisper of a thousand voices at once beckoned you to return to the space you carved for yourself there, but your boots simply dug into the dirt. Perhaps there was a place for you there, if only by your friends’ sides, but without him would it still be home? You weren’t ready to face your friends, not just yet. Just a little more time you stopped keeping track of. You long lost count of how long it had been since you stepped in the throne room and left as a group of four, but your hand became accustomed to having your weapon at your side rather than some otherworldly arsenal. You weren’t sure how to feel about that yet.

Was it wrong for you to wish that he was still sleeping in that Crystal? There was no changing the inevitable, but delaying it wouldn’t do any harm, would it? You would still be able to dream in beautiful ignorance and motivate yourself to get up with a purpose. Maybe then you’d be able to face your friends and be able to look them in the eye without the stab of poison and shame pumping in your veins. No, Noctis wouldn’t have wanted that and you were sure he would have been disappointed if he heard you now. He gave himself up to give the world a chance and free it from the beasts that inhabited the darkness and reigned over this twisted fate. Maybe in the grand scheme of things, your hurt was just a small price to pay for it. Who knows, he could be happily married to Lady Lunafreya in the heavens or whatever afterlife awaited them.

With a severe lack of elegance, you dropped onto your rear and tossed your legs over the cliffside to dangle over the waves that crashed several feet beneath. The scenery, once quite gorgeous and perfect for Prompto’s numerous gallery of photographs, blurred into a million hues of blues and greens and greys until they meshed into the most hideous combination of colors imaginable. You lowered your head as your lips quivered and your chest ached as if it was crumbling in on itself. You sucked in a breath between your teeth as your throat burned and constricted until it hurt to let out even the most meager of exhales. You furiously wiped at your eyes and the wetness that stuck to your lashes, but it had little effect when the rough leather dragged across the raw skin and only seemed to make things progressively worse.

And then the world shrinks. You’re alone. Your home is gone. Your friends are gone. Your prince is gone. Your king is gone. Your family is gone. You’re weak. You’re desperate. You’re hurting. It hurts. Everything hurts. It’s all you can feel. All you can sense. Noct, where are you? Prompto? Gladio? Iggy? Help. Please help. You’re bent over. Your hands are shaking. You can’t stop. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t-

Soft fur and a smooth cloth rested beneath your palm and a fuzzy snout nosed your hand, as if guiding you through the motion you hadn’t realized you had been repeating in the first place. Something smoother than leather but rougher than a concerningly dry leaf glided across your cheek again and again until lines of slobber remained. A weight sat heavy in your lap while dull nails dug into your thighs, all without the pain or discomfort that would have (and should have) come with it. A dark grey that wasn’t quite black engulfed your vision and two tall ears flicked when your uneven breath brushed over them. The world, albeit slowly, gradually, almost unwillingly, expanded around you until the haven and the clear sky with dancing clouds returned. Everything still hurt, but it was a distant feeling when amber eyes stared back.

Amber eyes watched you with such poignant and overwhelming empathy that it ripped another round of tears out of you without so much as your permission. The emotion in his eyes was far too human for comfort, too understanding and relating, but you couldn’t help but lean into it, lean into him. A curled tail slowly wagged behind him and thumped against your knee, inadvertently or not directing your attention to the rhythm it created. His patience was nothing short of divine and he didn’t so much as draw away as you sobbed and clung onto his fur and waited for the world to piece itself back together around you. He whined and nudged your jaw when your attention drifted or the panic set in with a violent and insistent return, simply watching with the most kind eyes you had ever come to know.

You liked to think that Umbra’s presence and constant appearance in your life was meant to be a comfort. He was, there was no doubt about that, but you also wondered if he was meant to be some sort of gift from a god who just so happened to take pity on you. You were a simple human with no fancy title or bloodline, yet the Messenger chose to walk beside you, care for you as though the roles weren’t reserved. You fed him, accompanied him, kept him from walking into a trap meant for game, and though you knew none of that was really necessary, he indulged you. He rode in the sidecar you attached to your bike, laid with you beneath the stars, assured you were fine and okay and safe when you eyed the shadows moving in your peripheral, and became an unsuspecting rock in times like now.

Sometimes you forgot that the Messenger had lost not only Pryna, but a best friend and beloved companion of his own in the late king. You had heard little from Noctis about him, how he and Pryna had been around since his childhood and time in Altissia. He, too, had lost friends and possibly many more that spanned even more before you were even born. Your home was decimated, your king resting alongside his ancestors and his wife, and your idea of normal was on the brink of being nonexistent and barely coming back together to form into something that bordered on sad and pointless. It may have been if it wasn’t for Umbra. You curled your arms around him and let your tears pour. You curled your arms around him and as he rested his head on your shoulder, something dripped onto your shoulder in return.

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ffxv polyship roadtrip passing time making cute shit in the car :D

TYSM FOR THE ASK !!

Polyship!Chocobros x Reader [Drabble- SFW] Braaacelets!

Another loooong drive was ahead of the group. The lot of you have found a bunch of ways to pass the time roadtripping, some more interesting than others. Today’s time killer? Making bracelets! With Iggy behind the wheel, and honestly, more than happy to sit and listen, the shenanigans ensue.

“Uhhh, babes?” Prompto called out to the car. “Is this right?” To which one of you? Well.. narrowing it down to the only one of the group who knows a lick about the craft at hand, you answer.

“Lemme see.” The blonde awkwardly holds up his mess of paracord to you. When making these sort of bracelets, the two working ends need to be even. Sweet sunshine over here had three working strings, which you didn’t know was possible. With a few tugs and a pat on the head for good measure and reassurance, crisis averted.

“Aaaand you take the opposite side’s string and thread it through the loop you’ve made..” The trio listened carefully to your words, trying their best to imitate. Noct was oddly concentrated for a change, landing it first try. He wiggled his eyebrows at Gladio, who’s large hands have done him dirty. “Mmmm..” He rolled his eyes at the prince.

You shifted from your tight spot between the two and leaned forward to whisper something to Prompto. “Big.. meaty.. claws..”

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Miles and minutes passed, and the crafting kept going. With questions here and there, it was going well! It made you feel a certain way, seeing your boys take interest in little things like this. For a moment, it makes you forget why you’re on this trip in the first place. As of right now, you were a group of lovers in a fancy car, making bracelets to pass the time. Prince who?

Prompto was making one for Iggy, Noct for you, you for Gladio, and Gladio for Noct. And when there was a pit stop or some traffic, Iggy had started a bracelet for Prompto. He was a quick learner, and made an extra juuust in case.

“Sooo..” Noctis spoke from his perch atop the Regalia. “Y/N, why’d you pick neon pink for Gladdy?”

Before you could find a joking reply, Gladio butted in. “Because real men wear pink. Bright pink.”

“It’s like asking why he’s using all black for you Noct!” Prompto made eye contact with him through the mirror. “You know.. Because you’re emo.”

That one got a laugh from Ignis, who was quickly reminded by Gladio about his own emo phase.

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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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