Proposal HCs
This is so cute!!!!! As soon as I saw this, I realized I’ve never really figured Nyx’s character out, so I must apologize in advance if he seems ... strange. But I will still try! I won’t get better if I only write for characters I’m comfortable with!
Proposal HCs
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Prompto Argentum
(Note: this will take place in the first five years after Noct is taken by the Crystal)
You and Prompto have been together for about four years after you two literally ran into each other in the Citadel lobby.
He had just started his Crownsguard training, and you were an assistant to one of the King’s council members.
You were carrying papers that were stacked pretty high, and he was so nervous about training that he didn’t see you walking towards him. When y’all collided, you were fine, but your papers flew everywhere. And I mean everywhere. They were still finding papers a few months later.
As soon as you hit each other, Prompto was snapped out of his daze and his beautiful blue eyes were wide with fear. He’d already fucked up, and he hadn’t even started!
He was quick to try and help you gather the papers, and it was when he looked you in the eyes that he accidently asked you out. Even years later, you would tease him: “How do you accidently ask someone out?” “It just slipped, okay?!”
Coming back to present, he was really nervous. It had happened during a pretty peaceful day about a year after Noct disappeared. You two were just chilling in Hammerhead, waiting for your next hunt. You were inside Takka’s old diner, sitting in one of the few remaining booths.
Prompto’s arm was around your shoulders, keeping you close against him, and you had rested your head against his shoulder. As he watched you fall asleep, he knew that he wanted to marry you.
The thought was surprising, to say the least, and he immediately tensed up, which woke you up.
“What’s wrong, Prom?”
“It’s nothing, (N/n). Get some rest, ‘kay?”
He sat on that thought for almost another five years before he actually asked.
This time it was after a hunt. The daemons had been getting stronger over the past couple years, and this was the first night he thought he wouldn’t come back alive. And as soon as he saw you in Hammerhead, waiting for him, he almost broke down.
You two had been intimate before, but that night was ... something else. Prompto was frantic, almost like he wasn’t sure he was still here with you. (You wouldn’t know what had happened on that hunt until a few years later). And it was rough. Not like he was never rough during sex; he’d get that way sometimes, more often than not after a taxing hunt. But that time he was sloppy, and afterwards he was more cuddly than usual.
That’s when it slipped.
“(Y/n),” Prompto mumbled into your shoulder, your back flush with his chest as his lips ghosted across your skin. His arms around you tightened as his nose nuzzled into your hair. You hummed, consciousness quickly fading. You were nearly asleep when he spoke up.
“Marry me.”
That got you awake, and you shot up, bringing him with you. You turned to face him, to maybe find some sort of sign that he had been joking or not. But he hadn’t been; his eyes were focused on you, and you were quickly falling into them.
“(Y/n)?” Prompto frowned. You realized you hadn’t said anything, and shook yourself.
“You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious,” he retorted, his frown deepening slightly. “I want to marry you. I’ve known for years, but I never--”
“Yes.” His ocean eyes were wide as saucers as you took his face in your hands. You brought your face before his, your lips barely touching “Of course I’ll marry you, Prompto.”
“Gods, I love you,” he groaned, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.
Ignis Scientia
Ignis would probably be the most romantic when he asks you, to be honest. (He’d also be kind of like Kunikida from Bungou Stray Dogs (at least, I think so) in the fact that he’d only ask you after a certain amount of time has passed.)
When he asks, you two had been together for six years, knowing him when he was a teenager. It surprised Noct when he found out his future advisor had a significant other. The poor boy was speechless when he first met you. You were a snarky little spitfire that rivalled Ignis at every turn, even in cooking, and the crown prince had difficulty deciding who he was more scared of enjoyed having over to cook.
You got along with the prince right from the start, and you rarely treated him as royalty, which he appreciated.
The day you met Gladiolus Amicitia was the day Noctis swore off every trying to spar with you. For having no formal training, you kicked ass. Gladio’s, to be specific. And Ignis was just watching with a smirk, like he knew what was going to happen.
N e ways, you joined the boys on their journey after they had reached Lestallum to meet up with Iris. You had gotten out with the young Amicitia, and during your travels to Lestallum, you regaled her with the stories of you kicking her brother's ass (yes, it happened more than once)
Ignis was loathe to let you come with, but after he had watched you tear into a man that had gotten too close to Iris, his was miraculously fine with it (in actuality, he knew you’d kick his ass if he tried to talk you out of it, and he decided that letting you come with would lead to less broken bones for the bros, specifically him tho)
When he asked, you were in Altissia (Cliche? Yes. Romantic? Fuck yes)
Y’all were to help with evacuating the city the next day, and they all thought that you all deserved a little breather before then. So you and Iggy went walking around the city. (okay, he doesn’t really ask you, per se, but you’ll see what I mean...)
“(Y/n),” Ignis called, and you turned (e/c) hues to him. You were smiling broadly, which caused him to smile in return. “How was tonight, love?”
“It was perfect, Iggy,” you cooed, hugging his arm and resting your head on his bicep. Your eyes turned to face forward, and Ignis reached into his pocket. His touch was featherlight as he slipped the ring onto your finger.
At the feel of cold metal on your hand, you looked down and your heart nearly stopped. He had placed a beautiful band on your ring finger. It was carved to match Ignis’s daggers, complete with an emerald gem flanked by two smaller and paler green jewels.
“Ignis--”
“I love you, (Y/n),” he interrupted, and you cocked an eyebrow. He exhaled a quick breath before coming to stand in front of you and taking your hands in his. “I had planned to do this when we had gotten back to Insomnia, but then the Empire overtook the city and I thought you lost to me.
“I was so, so happy when I learned you were with Iris, and that you were alive and well,” he continued. With each word, his voice grew smaller and his eyes strayed from yours to gaze at the ground. After a pause, he met your eyes once more and gave you a delicate smile. “So, allow me to ask: would you marry me, (Y/n)?”
The tears fell from your eyes before you could stop them, but you were quick to wipe them away and give the man your brightest smile.
“Yes. Yes, Ignis, I’ll marry you,” you sputtered, wrapping your arms around the man that had stolen your heart oh so long ago. “It’s always been yes.”
Nyx Ulric
(Okay, here’s where I hit a bit of trouble. I tried to research what Nyx’s personality was like, and I think I found something? But I’m not sure, and so I’m going to be using a lot of artistic liberty with this one, along with some things I found on the FFXV Fandom Wiki (yeah, I know you can’t always trust it, but it was the only lead I got after researching for half an hour😑). Okay, obligatory warning over. Enjoy 😋)
You and Nyx were from the same area of Galahd. You grew up with him and Libertus, had even fought with them when your homeland was occupied by the Empire.
You were just a year younger than the fearless man, and it was known that wherever one of you was, the other couldn’t be far behind. And that was pretty accurate, actually. After his sister died, you were always at his side; both to reassure him that you were safe (cuz at that point he thought of you like another sister) and to keep an eye on him (he’d get pretty reckless sometimes *cough* saving Libertus from Cerberus *cough*)
It was only when you both joined the Kingsglaive that his feelings for you changed. Not that it surprised him, really, but what did surprise him was how little time had passed between him realizing his feelings and him knowing he wanted to marry you. Seriously, it was like a month, tops.
After that, it only took him four months to work up the courage to ask you.
In Galahd, they had different marriage customs, and that included asking for one’s hand in marriage. And each custom differed depending on the area one lived in Galahd. For him to ask you, he’d have to have something made for you; something with the symbol of his family on it. In this case, he had decided on a metal cuff in the shape of a Galahdian Coeurl -- the symbol of his family. The Coeurl’s one visible eye was a pale, almost icy blue to match his own, and it would coeurlurl around your wrist to bite its own tail.
You groaned as you rolled onto Nyx’s chest. You did not want to get up and go to work, especially after your and Nyx’s escapade last night. (E/c) eyes travelled down to your wrist, a soft smile reaching your lips as they were met with the bangle carved into a Coeurl. You felt the man below you stir, and you lifted your head to meet his gaze.
“Morning, Nyx,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. You watched with a laugh as his face scrunched in disgust. The man sent you a glare, and you laughed more, almost wheezing when Nyx’s lips latched onto your throat.
“Morning, (N/n),” he groaned, nipping lightly at the skin. Your eyes went wide and you started to smack his back.
“Nyx! Don’t do that there! Everyone’ll see ‘em!” you hissed. Even though you had told him no, you were still disappointed when he retreated, but not for long. Nyx placed quick, light kisses all over your face with a smile until you had devolved into a giggling mess.
“C’mon, babe. We gotta get ready for work.”
You groaned before throwing a pillow at your fiancé.
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Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Twelve
"Alright!" Prompto cheered, pumping a fist into the air. He turned back to Ignis and (Y/n) just in time to see the Horseman's legs finally give out completely. If the tactician didn't have his arm wrapped around her waist, she would've crumpled to the ground. He supported her body as her head flopped against his chest, breathing heavily and closing her eyes from exhaustion. She was able to fend off the threat of falling unconscious and listened to the soothing rhythm of Ignis' heartbeat.
Pestilence gasped when she felt Ignis maneuver her body onto his back with a little help from Prompto. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leant forward. "You don't have to carry me, Ignis."
"You can barely walk," he retorts, readjusting her slightly on his back.
"If you give me-"
"Just let Specs carry you," Noctis interrupted the snowy-haired girl. "He won't take "no" for an answer."
(Y/n) swallowed the remainder of her sentence, nodding slowly. She relaxed her body and rested her chin on his shoulder, allowing Ignis to chauffeur her around on his back.
Without another word, the quartet began their long trek back to the entrance. It took them around three hours, which was much shorter than it took them to find the mythril. They got lost a couple more times on the way back, but they reached the entrance as the sun was rising.
(Y/n) was utterly shocked at how high Ignis' endurance level was. He carried her all the way up flights of stairs without taking a single break between the seemingly endless hours of walking. He finally allowed her to walk on her own as they stepped outside Steyliff Grove. She meekly thanked him before deciding to take the lead down the stairs and through the swamp.
She was nearly given a heart attack when Ardyn seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stood only a few inches in front of her. He smirked in satisfaction at her reaction. "Apologies for the fright, my dear. Was your mission successful?"
(Y/n) took a few steps back to put some space between her and the chancellor. "Do forgive my rudeness, Chancellor, but...why do you concern yourself with our affairs?"
"Tis quite simple." Ardyn waved a finger in the air as he smirked at her. "I only desire your success."
"Yes, well..." Pestilence didn't believe the man for one second, but she decided to hide her suspicion. "We appreciate your help."
He stared into her (e/c) eyes, which sent a chill down her spine. "Why, of course." He took a closer look at her face, his smirk widening. "For one who spent nearly three days without a wink of sleep, you're still as radiant as ever."
"We all are exhausted regardless if it shows," she rebuttals. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we'd like to be on our way. The exhaustion is finally taking its toll."
Ardyn bowed politely. "Oh, yes. Do be safe during your travels 'til we meet again across the sea." When his back was turned, she glared at daggers him as he sauntered away. She sighed in relief, breaking her sharp glare once the man was out of sight.
Aranea rolled her eyes after the chancellor was gone. She cleared her throat and called out to the others. "Congrats. That concludes your "training." You've still got a hard path ahead, but don't let anyone tell you how to walk it."
"You may have been hired under false pretenses, but your assistance was invaluable all the same," Ignis said.
"Hmph," the ex-mercenary smirked. "Tell me something I don't know. You can spare the pleasantries."
"Take care walking your path, Aranea."
"Oh, right. Thanks-I will. And I'll "train" you some more if our paths cross again. You four also need to be careful. Who knows what the dear chancellor has in store." Aranea waved farewell before hopping aboard a drop ship with her men.
Prompto sighed in relief, stretching his arms. "Well, glad that's over with! We found what we needed and took down the world's largest snake!"
Ignis pulled out his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. His screen lit up with a text message from Cindy. "Noct, I have just received word from Cindy."
"And?" The prince urged his advisor to continue.
"We're to return to Lestallum. Her friend works as an engineer at the power plant. She'll take care of the mythril."
"Uh-huh. And that'll take care of our boat problem! But first, could we get some shuteye? I don't think I could take another step," Prompto whined.
Ignis agreed with the freckled boy. "Once we're well-rested and ready, I suggest we hasten back to Lestallum. For now, we make camp."
"To Capitis Haven, then?" (Y/n) inquired.
The strategist nodded. "Yes. Let's depart."
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At the haven, Pestilence busied herself with cooking while the three boys relaxed around the campfire. The second Noctis reclined his head against the back of the chair, he was out like a light. Prompto was having difficulty keeping his eyes open, blinking tiredly every few seconds with a few yawns in between. Ignis, on the other hand, seemed to be handling his exhaustion with an iron mask. It was difficult to tell if the man was exhausted at all.
(Y/n) passed out the plates once she finished cooking. She woke Noctis up with a faint healing spell before handing him his food. He muttered a "thank you" before scarfing down his meal. Prompto and Ignis savored every bite of their food, more tired than hungry at the moment.
When the trio was done, they retreated into the tent while (Y/n) handled the dishes. Noctis and Prompto were out within seconds of laying down while Ignis stared up at the ceiling of the tent. It took him a little while longer to fall asleep, but he finally was able to welcome slumber.
*****
With a startled gasp, Ignis' eyes flew wide open. He rotated in a circle, scanning his surroundings. He recognized the scenery as the bridge suspended over Taelpar Crag, the same place where he and the others first met (Y/n).
The sky above was dark, the sun blotched out by gray clouds. Thunder rumbled with cracks of lightning illuminating the sky. Ignis could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as he recognized the scene that has plagued his sleep and mind for the past three weeks.
"No," he mumbled in disbelief as he stood in the middle of the bridge. In his mind, he knew he would fail to save (Y/n) once again. He turned around when hearing the purr of an engine approaching. It was the car (Y/n) and Raiden were in. He stood still, unable to move his legs as he was able to spot the smile on the girl's face as the vehicle drove toward him. It passed through his body as if he were a spectral image.
Ignis already knew how he couldn't touch anyone or anything. He was simply a ghost who stood on the sideline and watched everything unfold in front of him helplessly.
The silver car was halfway across the bridge when a sea green truck sped toward it from the opposite direction. Raiden tried to swerve and avoid the larger vehicle barreling toward them, but it didn't work. The truck rammed into the front side-end of the sedan, forcing it through the stone railing with only the rear tires remaining on the bridge.
The driver in the truck put it in reverse and drove backwards to get away from the ledge before hopping out. A pistol glinted in the man's hand as he slowly crept toward the silver car on the verge of falling off the bridge.
Even though he knew he couldn't help, Ignis still desperately tried. He dashed over to try and stop Edric, but it was futile. He watched as the angered man pulled the hammer of the pistol back before pointing it at Raiden through the shattered window. He pulled the trigger, the bullet lodging itself into the innocent man's brain and killing him instantly. From the passenger's seat, (Y/n) screamed in horror as a streak of blood splashed on her face.
"You'll be joining him soon enough, (Y/n)," Edric chuckled darkly before holstering the firearm and heading back to his car. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal and took off just as the sky above released a torrent of droplets.
Save her
Ignis heard a voice whisper in his ear. He turned to see who it was, but nobody was there. He reached out to touch the sedan and his emerald eyes widened when his hand didn't faze through. He was able to keep his focus on (Y/n) and save her, knowing the car would fall over in a few minutes. He dashed over to the right side of the car and carefully opened the door to the backseat.
"(Y/n)," he called out to her as he climbed into the backseat slowly, not wanting to disturb the car's teetering and cause it to fall over the side of the bridge. He held his hand out in hopes she wouldn't question him and take it.
The girl turned her head to look over her shoulder, gripping the armrest between the seats tightly. Her nails dug into the leather as she stared at the advisor with tears streaming down her face. She was too distraught to even say a word, but she did take his hand.
"Steadily climb over the armrest and into the backseat," he told her in a calming and gentle tone.
(Y/n) nodded and did as he instructed. She pulled her feet up and placed them on the seat before crawling over the center console slowly. She felt the front-end of the car dip further than usual, causing her to freeze.
Ignis knew how short on time they were and tugged on the (h/c)-haired girl's arm to urge her into moving again. She did and managed to get her upper body over the armrest between the two seats and into the backseat just as the front-end of the car dipped dangerously deep. They felt the rear tires rolling forward, alerting them both.
Seeing they were out of time, Ignis gripped (Y/n)'s hand tighter and yanked the rest of her body into the backseat and out the door. Due to the quick movement, they ended tripping and falling. The young girl fell on top of the advisor but quickly scrambled to her feet and breaking free of his hold. She turned just in time to see the car fall from the bridge and into the canyon below. She dragged her body over to the ledge and fell to her knees, watching the vehicle become smaller and smaller as it fell into the darkness below.
Ignis pushed himself off the ground, peering through the downpour and staring at (Y/n) through glasses obscured with water droplets. His clothes were soaked as he listened to the rumbling thunder echoing all around them. A few strands of hair stuck to his face as he slowly approached her. "(Y/n)," he called out to her, but his voice rang on deaf ears.
When he saw her body leaning forward, his eyes widened and he rushed over to her. He pulled her body into his arms and away from the ledge of the bridge. Her body slumped in his arms as she cried, her tears mixing with the raindrops streaming down her face. She saw no point in struggling to break free from his embrace and slumped forward, grasping his arms as she wailed.
"I refuse to let you join him," Ignis whispered in her ear.
"I-I've nothing left to live for..." (Y/n) muttered through her sniffles. "What's the point in living if the man I love is dead?"
"Do not give up, (Y/n)."
She turned around in his arms, staring up at him with her glistening (e/c) eyes. "How...?" She gasped, a lump forming in her throat. "How do you know my name? You...You talk as if you know me on a personal level. Who are you?"
Before Ignis could respond, an invisible force yanked his body backward and the world around him was consumed in darkness.
*****
Ignis woke from his slumber, eyes slowly opening. When they were fully open, he immediately spotted a pair of (e/c) eyes staring down at him. (Y/n) hovered above him, her hand resting against his chest. She realized he was awake, peering down at his face and noticing how different he looked without his glasses. "You were mumbling in your sleep. I was hoping to ease your pain, but it seems I've awoken you," she whispered in order to not disturb Noctis and Prompto. She casted a healing incantation and smiled at him. "Go back to sleep. You three have been up for three days without a wink of sleep. You deserve an entire's day of rest."
Before (Y/n) could leave the tent, Ignis placed his hand over the one she had splayed on his chest. She blinked owlishly in confusion and halted her retreat. "Ignis, are you-ah!" He wrapped his hand around her wrist and grabbed her other hand, flipping their positions.
She winced from the slight pain in her back and head as she was pinned underneath the advisor. He pushed her wrists against the bottom of the tent on either side of her head, immobilizing her. Once the small waves of pain diminished, she stared up at him in utter shock. She couldn't even lift a finger due to how petrified she was at his actions. Their faces were mere inches from one another. (Y/n) managed to swallow the lump in her throat and find her voice. "You're acting rather odd, Ignis. Did...Did something happen in the nightmare?"
No response.
All Ignis did was stare into her hypnotizing (e/c) eyes. He could see the uneasiness in her eyes, but he still couldn't find his voice as the scene of him saving her in the nightmare replayed in his mind on a seemingly endless loop. His right hand unfurled from around her left wrist and slowly made its way over to (Y/n)'s cheek.
Even with one hand free from the vice grip Ignis once held her with, (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to shove him away. She continued to stare into his emerald eyes, which were not veiled by his glasses. Her mouth opened a smidgen before immediately closing after a failed attempt at iterating his name. With the tense silence lingering between them, she became all too aware of the two other boys sleeping only a few feet away from them. She could hear Noctis and Prompto snoring lightly alongside the echo of her thundering heart in her ears.
By the time (Y/n) managed to fight against the paralysis that held her body prisoner, the distance between her face and Ignis' was closed. She felt a warm pair of lips seal her own, which took her breath away. Her brain finally registered what was happening after seconds seemed to tick by painfully slow-Ignis was kissing her.
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1. What does your character typically keep in their pockets? 10. If they were in a rock band, what role would they play? 63. Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with? for aisley :-)
GOD I reblogged this specifically because it would be fun to do on call BUT
1. I think literally everything. She's the sort who will put things in her pocket and forget so she ends up with like. 3 chapsticks 4 receipts and fucktons of loose change. More specifically though I think she'd have some gold, some cooking stuff or snacks,and like. A utility knife
10. Well pre aislification shed be a strings person for sure. Violin etc. Aisley however I think would be drums and it would be more instinct than learned skill
63. Who would be pranked? Reed or Camden. I think she's a tad nervous around ignis and wouldn't know how he'd react, and she thinks khiten is far too cool. Who would she plan with? If she took the lead shed rope in Camden or khiten but she would be thrilled to assist anyone else if they took the helm. She doesn't have the brainpower to plan pranks. 5 int :(
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Gladnis Week 2019 Prompt 2
Staring at the unassuming bag of marshmallows in the supermarket, nearly made him cry. The sudden memory of his dad’s laughter flooded his senses. Swallowing hard Gladio worked to overcome the lump in his throat. He didn’t need to breakdown in the store, so he focused on breathing and continued with his shopping.
Thirty minutes later he was walking back home to the apartment he shared with Ignis. The seemingly harmless bag of marshmallows was in amongst the other groceries. Gladio had gone down the aisle three times before he picked up the item. Each pass gave him more emotions to fight. His first camping trip with his dad, the smell of the fire, and the sweet taste of the s’more they’d made together.
It had been a two years since the dawn, and things were slowly starting to get back to normal. As evidenced by the ability to produce fluffed sugar again. Digging in his pockets for his key Gladio realized that he’d never seen Ignis eat a s’more.
Despite Ignis lacking his sight, the man knew right away that something was wrong. “Did something happen at the store? Were they out of what we needed for dinner?”
“Nah, I made myself sad.”
“How on Eos did you do that?” Ignis asked as he walked over to embrace his husband.
“I saw a bag of marshmallows.” Gladio could feel Ignis stiffen in his hold; he clearly didn’t know how to respond. “They reminded me of my dad.” Gladio offered to spare Ignis any confusion.
“Ah I think understand.” Ignis murmured quietly. “What did you and your dad do with marshmallows exactly. I didn’t take either of you for the fancy dessert types.”
Gladio snorted at that reply. “Nope, we aren’t, but you can make s’mores with them.”
“Oh.”
“You like s’mores don’t you?”
“I suppose.” Ignis offered with a slight shrug.
Picking up on the subtle tell Gladio pushed Ignis back by his shoulders. “You’ve never had one had you? I can’t believe you’ve never eaten a s’more.”
“I didn’t say that!” Ignis huffed.
“But it’s true! I can tell by your body language.” Gladio pushed. “We have to make them tonight!”
Ignis smiled finally but still looked confused. “Don’t you need an open fire for such an activity?”
“We can cook using the grill on the patio, and then after dinner I’ll craft a makeshift fire.” He replied excitedly. Gladio was very much looking forward to making his childhood snack. He was even more enthusiastic about it, since he was going to share it with his husband.
Ignis agreed to the hair brained scheme and started preparing the side dishes for dinner, while Gladio cooked the meat. Opting to eat on the patio to enjoy the pleasant cool evening air, Gladio was able to relax. The memories that had bombarded him in the supermarket had lessened. He had plenty of distractions during dinner, his handsome husband, good food, and teasing talk of what dessert would entail.
Finally after the all the dishes had been cleaned and put away, it was time to make s’mores. Gladio was struck with a horrible thought, once the fire in the grill was big enough to roast the marshmallow. “Babe – uh – you know the process right? You remember the basics of s’mores don’t cha?” He asked worriedly. He was prepared to instruct Ignis on the finer techniques of roasting the small round fluff of sugar, but he’d been assuming Ignis knew at least that much. Otherwise, teaching a literal blind man the whole process was slightly daunting.
“I do remember there is some art to getting the marshmallow not to burn.” He replied reaching out his hands for the long skewer they were using. “Instruct me.” He requested.
Gladio was eternally grateful he’d bought the big bag of marshmallows as Ignis had set at least seven of them aflame. “I know you like fire, but they don’t taste good all burnt.” Gladio laughed.
“I’m going on smell love, I can only smell them when they catch fire.”
That made Gladio pause, how the heck was going to figure that out. “Uh – well then you will have to listen to me when I tell you take it out of the fire.” Ignis shrugged and focused his attention back on his task. His tongue was sticking out slightly as he worked and marshmallow number seven, or was it eight – caught fire. An idea blossomed in Gladio’s head and he got up to grab something. “Ok this might work.” He announced upon his return.
The marshmallow burning thankfully died down after that. Gladio had grabbed a griddle pan and was using it as a shield to prevent the spread of fire. When he deemed the fluffy treat to be perfectly roasted, he blocked the fire by placing the pan underneath the marshmallow. Then by Gladio’s instruction Ignis gently guided it over to the s’more creation station. Which in reality was a bucket flipped upside down covered in plates with graham crackers and chocolate.
“So they are really messy.” Gladio warned as he handed over the plate. “Please be careful.”
“How messy?” He asked with a narrowed eye.
“Sticky fingers, chocolate on your face. That kinda messy.” He admitted fondly. “It’s great, it’s all part of the process.”
Ignis didn’t answer but took the plate and attempted to take a bite. He did fairly well but soon enough the gooey marshmallow and melted chocolate was dripping down his chin. “This is yummy but very hard to eat.” He offered somewhat in defeat.
“Hey babe, don’t get discouraged. You’re in luck; you have a willing husband right here who wants nothing more than to feed you that delicious treat.”
Laughing Ignis leaned in closer to Gladio. “I, for once, am more than happy to let you help me.”
“You just don’t want sticky fingers, I’m onto you!” Gladio exclaimed, though he was happy about Ignis’ willingness to let him assist. He was going to cherish this memory, and the activity had lessened the pain from his earlier feelings.
Ignis throat clearing brought him back to the present. “We need to roast more, where’s my stick?”
“Astrals, you want to burn more stuff!”
Ignis merely dissolved in to a fit of giggles as they sat around the tiny fire. “It’s fun!” He defended.
“Yes it is.” Gladio replied with a grin. “You’re the best babe.”
“Thank you for letting me share this with you, I’ve had a delightful evening.”
“Anything for you.” Gladio offered and he meant it.
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Expect the Unexpected Pt. 3
@igcorweek The fluff has taken hold and won’t let go. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FEELS!
Rating: G
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Cor doesn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. Maybe when he started his military career. This is just a casual dinner, but Nyx’s words keep floating around in his head, muddling his thoughts. Does he want this to be a date? Does Ignis expect that? He sighs while he pours himself a drink and waits for Ignis. The younger didn’t want him to come to the campus. He takes a drink and the doorbell rings. He sets the glass on the tray and answers the door. Any doubts he has about the night fade into nothingness.
Ignis stands in the doorway wearing a emerald green button up shirt, black skinny jeans, and black leather jacket. His hands fist in the pockets of his jacket, hoping he is making a good impression. Those thoughts quickly dissipate at he takes in the older’s appearance. Dark grey slacks and blazer paired with a blue shirt that matches his eyes. Ignis tries to swallow despite the dry throat. His small crush, well, it isn’t so small. He wants this man in front of him….badly. And judging by the look in Cor’s eyes, he wants Ignis too.
Cor clears his throat, “Come in and I’ll grab my keys.” He side eyes Ignis as he walk through the door. His outfit pairs nicely with his eyes and hair, which he’s styled up tonight. Cor much prefers it down. Ignis has also chosen contacts over glasses for the night and Cor is a bit speechless. He regains his wits, grabs his keys and ushers Ignis to the car.
The drive is silent, both lost in their own thoughts and expectations of how this is going to go. Igis tries to bury the desire to end the night in Cor’s bed. After all, he still doesn’t know what Cor’s motivations are and he just jumped into this without contemplating anything. He always thinks things through to their logical conclusion. Just once, he wants to leap without looking. He wants to act his age. He wants to be impulsive. Hopefully, this won’t end badly for him.
Cor glances at Ignis’ profile while he watches the passing scenery. The green-eyed man is always quiet and it usually takes a while to draw him out. Tonight doesn’t seem to be any different. On the one hand, Cor is glad Ignis doesn’t need to fill the silence with idle chatter, but on the other, he loves listening to his accent. Ignis could read a textbook and Cor would happily listen to it.
He pulls up to the restaurant and mentally curses Nyx. It’s really his fault for letting Nyx pick anything. Cor specifically told him not to pick anything fancy and of course the moron picks the hottest restaurant in Insomnia. Yep, come Monday, Nyx will be in the unemployment line. He hands the keys to the young man to valet park his car and ushers Ignis inside.
The hostess shows them to their table immediately.
A private table.
Cor is now mentally plotting ways to kill Nyx and make it look like an accident. This is supposed to be casual. He watches Ignis take in everything around him and gives the older a soft smile. Cor relaxes a little. Perhaps he can still salvage this non date.
“I’m surprised you picked this place. The wait list is six months long.”
“I let my assistant pick. He tends toward the extravagant sometimes. I hope you like it.”
Ignis nods, “I’ve heard many great things about the chef here.” This place has been on his list to try since he started cooking lessons. Everyone raves about the food here and he it excites him to have the experience.
“Ah yes, the food connoisseur. What is your favorite type of food? What are you looking forward to trying?”
Ignis’ eyes sparkle as he laughs, “We are here to talk about you tonight. You have to answer your own questions.”
The waiter interrupts them with the wine selection and appetizer selections.
Cor defers to Ignis’ decisions. After all, he seems to know what he’s talking about.
Once the wine is poured and the food orders are in, Ignis plunges forward. He apparently has a list of questions that Cor has managed to sidestep.
“Okay, okay. Both my parents died when I was young. I was taken in by a family friend, got decent grades in school. I decided to skip university and joined the military. I was pretty good there. Met Nyx and haven’t been able to shake him since. The software and tech startups were his idea, but i had the business sense. I joke about firing him, but he’s really the brains behind the operation. He just doesn’t want to do the work or take any credit. Everyone just thinks he’s my assistant and he finds it funny.”
Ignis laughs, “That was succinct.”
Cor just shrugs and the waiter brings their food, “I told you there wasn’t much.”
“So what? You just come into a college cafe and decide to shower a struggling barista with enough funds to choke a chocobo?” Ignis asks as he delves into the pasta in front of him.
Cor chews on his lower lip. Based on what he knows about the man in front of him, he isn’t going to like what Cor tells him. However, he isn’t one for lying. Avoiding, sure. Lying, absolutely not. “Actually, I already knew about you. Some friends of yours made you a profile on a site that I frequent. I met them in person and they explained why they were basically leading me on. I figured I’d come this far, I could see it to the end. Whether you said yes or no to my proposal, it would be your choice.”
Ignis quietly puts his eating utensils down, “I specifically told them I didn’t want to do that and they did it anyway.” He is doing his best not to bolt in embarrassment. “Why go along with the whims of two college kids you don’t even know?”
“Ignis, look at me. There’s no reason for you to feel bad about any of this. It was organic for you and that was the point. I helped you because I wanted to. I want to be the one that takes care of you.”
Green eyes meet blue as Cor continues.
“Plus, once Noctis gets an idea in his head, it’s sometimes easier just to go with it. He was stubborn as a child and I see that hasn’t changed.”
“You know Noctis?”
Cor nods, “He clearly didn’t remember me, but I do a lot of business with Regis.”
“What happens now?” Ignis’ eyes find his way their to his lap again.
“Whatever you want. If you want to think about it, you can. If you want to end this right now, you can. If you want to continue in the way we have, you can. If you want to change the terms, we can negotiate.” Cor stretches his arm across the table, palm up, “If you want to try something else, I have a feeling we are on the same page.”
Ignis looks up at the movement and slowly puts his hand in Cor’s, a blush coloring his face, “I think we are on the same page, too.
They finish dinner with hands entwined.
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Terminal State
Summary: She tried leaving, submerging herself in work to escape the horrors she had seen. The horrors she kept seeing. She never wanted to go back to that life. But when the Empire takes her home, she’s forced to face her past. Can she move on? Can she cope? Or will she require a bit of help? still bad at summaries, still working on it. ever so slightly more than slight AU gadioxoc
Internal Mechanics
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Gladiolus and Athenacia were of no assistance to Ignis whatsoever. While she was still wearing her crimson face at being caught in that compromising position, her lips were blue as the chill of the water had finally completely settled in. Gladio built up the fire while the Adviser draped a large warm blanket over her shoulders. She smiled briefly in thanks as she sat close to the warm flames and shivered as she hugged herself, only her head sticking out. Athenacia couldn't face him and it was only worse when Gladiolus had joined her on the hard ground and wrapped her up in his massive arms. Her face was warm since it was all kinds of red in embarrassment, however, he was rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm her quicker.
The physician could feel the chilly stare that Ignis was giving them but she kept her gaze on the flames as the light above them grew brighter. It had been a long time since she felt like a child in trouble for enjoying herself. Even Cor never gave her that kind of look before. Athenacia had stopped shivering and that's when the large man left her side. Still, she kept her eyes on the fire before her, hearing the sounds of Ignis beginning to prepare breakfast for them, while Gladiolus initiated his work out - his way of getting warm. Her eyes drifted toward him, watching as he moved but she would tear her gaze away the second he looked at her. The girl shoved her blanket up under her nose to hide the smile that formed the last time he caught her looking.
The morning grew later and with it the appearance of Iris and Prompto. The gunman chose not to question why Athenacia was sitting on the ground wrapped up in a blanket with wet hair. The air around her seemed quite tense and he didn't want to get a scolding from Gladiolus for bothering his girlfriend. Instead, he directed his attention elsewhere. Iris, however, was completely oblivious as to how uncomfortable the young doctor was and didn't fear her brother much at all. She looked at the doctor with a confused frown.
"Did you fall in the river?" asked Iris suddenly.
The crimson shade returned to Athenacia's face at the question and she shook her head vehemently from side to side, keeping her eyes on the flames before her. Meeting the gaze of the young Amicitia would betray the information she was trying to keep secret.
"Why is your hair wet?" asked Iris, a little confused.
This was not helping Athenacia calm her embarrassment, in fact, the further the girl probed into it the more she was likely to just drown herself in the river. Seemed a lot better than having to deal with this right now.
"Took a tumble," interjected Ignis, walking over the woman with a mug and handed it to her.
Athenacia looked up at him helplessly, only able to accept his offering. The liquid inside was warm and she knew that he had made it in order to help raise her body temperature. Again she gave a small smile in thanks as she let the hot fluid rush down her throat. It had a sort of minty taste, which wasn't altogether bad and she was sure there was some sort of caffeine in it.
"The fault is my own, I hadn't been aware of my surroundings and managed to collide with her," Ignis lied for her.
"You weren't paying attention?" questioned Prompto in disbelief.
"Dr. Virum is quite capable of moving about without a sound. Hard to notice and I was just waking up."
Prompto laughed, "I can't wait to tell Noct that you made a mistake."
Ignis sighed, walking away from her and back toward his cooking station while Athenacia found the amused look of Gladiolus. He only winked at her, which caused her to again turn that dark shade of red. The girl pointedly looked back into the fire, continuing to sip at the drink provided to her by Ignis. What was she thinking anyway? Obviously, she wasn't or she wouldn't have allowed her to get herself into that sort of position in the first place. Taking him away from his job was mistake number one, she'd have to keep her distance from him until they were outside of this place and safe in Caem.
Thankfully the morning progressed without any more inquiries about to her well being. Athenacia remained under that blanket until her clothes were dry and she was no longer cold. Breakfast was enjoyed close to the fire for her, no extra seats anyway with the Prince awake and she didn't mind being on the ground anyway. Once she was finished, Iris took her plate from her and helped Prompto do the dishes. Athenacia took that opportunity to go fix herself up a bit, walking into the tent and looking quickly for her pile of things that were off in one corner. Opening up her med bag, she replaced the two syringes into her pocket that she had shed for the night before putting her hair back up into a bun at the back of her head. It was still somewhat damp but at least she wasn't cold anymore. Once that was settled she put her bands back on, the ones on her upper arms and thigh and secured the gauntlet on her left hand as well as the leather fingerless glove on the right. Sighing, she stretched a bit of the kinks out from last nights slumber after her boots were laced up, closing up her bag and grabbed her weapon before vacating the tent. There was nothing else she needed to do in there.
Athenacia went to sit near the edge of the haven, crossing her legs under her and placed her med bag down beside her with her gladius on her lap. Carefully, she pulled it out of its sheath and inspected it in as much of the sunlight she could see. Running her thumb along the edge, she looked for any nicks she might have to repair before dipping the blade into the water, letting it wash over it. She took out her cloth and wiped it clean, finally satisfied with it.
"That is mean looking," remarked Noctis.
She looked up at him, hating that she hadn't even sensed his presence, "I guess," she shrugged.
"Why does it have that hook on the end?"
She smiled, "Have you ever been stabbed?"
He looked thoughtful, "Can't say I really have."
"Well, getting stabbed isn't much of an issue. It's when the blade comes out that you have all sorts of problems. Leaving it in is the best thing you can do until you get medical attention. This hook makes taking it out a lot more painful than leaving it in."
"Whoa."
"The further it goes in the more the hook catches. I stick this in your stomach, your intestines come out with it."
The Prince nearly blanched at what she was saying and Athenacia only smiled, his weak stomach unable to comprehend the idea. His blue orbs were on the blade in near wonder, however, following it as she put it back in its sheath.
"Why?" he asked finally.
Athenacia rose from her seat, leaving her things out of the way, "I'm a doctor, the internal mechanics of people fascinate me," she shrugged. She smiled at the look he was giving her, "While I was in the war I was still studying anatomy. I helped develop weapons that tore apart the insides of things: humans, beasts, daemons, MT's. This was one of my creations. I found it was easier to kill something when it was dying from the inside out."
"That's... morbid."
Her smile turned sad as her eyes hardened, "It's war. We did what we had to, whether we were proud of it or not..."
Noctis had nothing as she left him there. He wasn't even sure how to respond to that anyway.
The girl walked toward Iris, pulling out the ball of those grey and black striped fingerless gloves she had mended overnight. The girl looked at her curiously as the doctor approached. Athenacia placed them in her hands, waiting for her to put them on. Iris did, noticing the difference right away. Grabbing the young girl's hands, the physician tested the firmness of her work by pressing her thumbs along the knuckles with a thoughtful frown.
"I hate setting broken bones without a proper scan. This should help," said Athenacia.
Iris nodded as she felt for herself the cushions that were rubbing against her knuckles, "Thank you."
...
It took a little bit to break up the campsite but no one was really complaining. Athenacia had long since abandoned her earlier embarrassments and pointedly stayed away from Gladiolus. When they were finally ready she strapped her weapon across her back and put her med bag on top of it. No one had any complaints thus far so they plunged into the chilly river, going forward. Athenacia fell in step with Iris once more, feeling the chill on her feet through her boots as she was stuck walking against the current and uphill. Once they had reached some flat surface there was a swarm of enemies near them. A few wasps, mandrakes and one shieldshear. This was going to be quite a morning work out it seemed. Unsheathing her weapon, she attached the band to her wrist, getting a firm grip on it. She assessed her exits, her advantages and what sort of remedies she might need. First, she would have to wait until she saw how they would all spread out before she knew what move she needed to solve this issue. It did look as if it could get a bit overwhelming.
They plunged into battle. Athenacia slowly stalked along the edge, keeping her eyes peeled for her way in. Iris assisted with her potions where needed but she wasn't just a healer, with those gloves she had an easier time landing her punches and not recoiling as badly as yesterday. She was also more confident in herself. Gladiolus grabbed her hands effortlessly lifting her into the air so she could strike with her feet. Impressive, they worked together well. Now it was just the young doctor's turn to figure out what she was going to do. The biggest variable was Prompto's gun. When Athenacia found her opening it was near Ignis. That man was never too far from Noctis and neither was Gladio, however, this time he was more so on the edge than before. The doctor slashed at a wasp that found its way toward her and used that momentum to deter a mandrake that was making its way to the young man's back. Ignis caught her movements briefly, keeping at the work he was doing. Once he ducked down she used that opportunity to lay her back against his, flipping herself from one side to the other and stopping the injured wasp from getting to him. Athenacia had studied most of his moves and was easily able to help him without being in his way, noting how they had similarities to her own. Deflecting the mandrake with her gauntlet, she then hacked once more at the wasp while he finished them both off, coming in from the sky it seemed.
The former Glaive moved on from the scene, seeing the swarm among Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis. Slashing at a mandrake and using it to launch herself into the air, she twisted and flipped until her feet landed on the ground to stop the shieldshear from hitting the Prince's back. Gladio used his massive greatsword to free it off her wrist and she ducked out of the way as he swung again. Her sights were focused on the air where the poisonous wasps resided and she twisted out of the way of one that came at her. Athenacia did a back handspring with her free left hand and then launched her gladius towards it, flicking her wrist to the right. Her body lifted off the ground, going up far above the wasp. When she was ready she shot herself spiralling down to hit it, causing it to lose some consciousness. Keeping her arms around herself, she quickly jerked not only her arms but her legs as well, head down and eyes closed as chains from her bands on arms and thighs began to whip around in the circular pattern she had started herself into. The girl was still coming down swiftly but the spikes on the lengths of her chains were greatly injuring everything on the way.
"Down!" she heard Ignis command.
Athenacia kept spinning, only gaining momentum as she plunged her way down with the wasp beneath her. All the blows delivered were finally felt when she was low enough to hit mandrakes. They screamed in protest but she kept going until she was finally on the ground, jerking her limps the opposite way so the spikes began to lay flat against the chains as they fell lifeless to the ground. When she retracted the one for her gladius it thoroughly killed the wasp she had used as a platform to get to where she was. The girl looked around her, happy she hadn't injured anyone along the way. There was only the shieldshear left and the men took it on by themselves while she carefully stepped out of the way. Athenacia began to retract the chains for her bands, watching to make sure they wouldn't hit anyone. Once she had them all back securely in place she let her gladius wash off in the water at her feet. The shieldshear was defeated, the boys very pleased with themselves.
"That was so cool!" said Prompto, looking at her.
"Where do you even hide those things?" asked Noctis, grabbing onto the band on her right arm.
She only laughed, "A woman needs her secrets," was all she offered.
The two boys were very sullen about that answer but it didn't take long before they were on their way forward. Athenacia again fell in beside Iris as they walked up the slope beside the waterfall. The scenery was nice, too bad it was infested with monsters around it. As they ascended the higher the sun began to shine brighter and she let out a deep breath, out of shape after all the uphill she had been doing. Iris was still beside her, the young girl probably handling this a lot better. One thing was for certain, Athenacia was getting older every day. Once they had reached the top it was much easier to see the sun. Danger was all around her as they stepped out of the thicket and into a clearing. The doctor stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes came to rest on the Bandersnatch that was patrolling the area, looking in awe as she had never seen one in real life before. It hadn't noticed them yet and she suddenly felt very nervous for the upcoming battle, shedding her med bag and leaving it safely out of the way.
"Not surprised," scoffed Noctis.
"It's what we came for," stated Gladiolus.
"Let's have it," declared Ignis fiercely.
Athenacia held her weapon tightly as she waited. Noctis began the battle, warping to make the first hit and they all burst into life. Gladiolus ran up to his charge with Ignis not too far away. Iris took her position on the sidelines, keeping watch for when her assistance was needed. Prompto slid - literally - into the action. Athenacia was quick to join them after a quick scan of her surroundings and wished to stay near the rear end, hacking at the poorly defended hindquarters. The issue, of course, was the massive tail that seemed to be armoured on its own. When it would come toward her she ducked out of the way, using her gauntlet as a shield when needed. They were all focused on different spots but she knew that the biggest weakness would be to hit an artery. The massive blood loss would slow it down considerably, so she kept her focus on that while dodging attacks. The tail grazed her leg, making her grunt, however, was coming back around at an alarming rate. Gladiolus was there with his massive greatsword, blocking it and allowing her to quickly scurried out of the way. The large man rolled away as well, getting to his feet instantly. Athenacia slashed again at the back legs before being forced to move out of harm's way once more. This time she opted to go underneath, hitting the soft underbelly with her blade along her path.
The Bandersnatch was incredibly quick despite its size. The physician was going to have to do some major triage after this fight, that was for sure. Currently she couldn't feel any of her injuries but she knew where they were, blood trickling down the right side of her face. From the steady stream, she deduced it was only a minor laceration, nothing a quick fix wouldn't solve and went back to observing the movements of her enemy while acting accordingly. Athenacia would have to slow it down a different way and there was only one she could think of. Raw strength was out of the question - but with enough speed, it wouldn't make much of a difference. Setting her jaw, she jumped out of the way again, landing on her feet before launching her gladius once more, allowing the chain to extend from her wrist. The blade struck right near the left shoulder blade, stuck in there firmly. It was a good spot to start from, utilizing the shock on the beast to begin her run and sliding under to wrap the chain around the leg. Noctis deflected the other claw from getting to her and she used his back to push herself up and bring the chain around the neck of the beast. Athenacia kept up her momentum and slid underneath the abdomen. Ignis offered her a hand as she came back and she again was in the air and on the other side of the monster. Sliding once more, she was at the back of the leg and Gladiolus ducked down allowing her to use his leverage to wrap herself around the other leg firmly.
The doctor was on her feet and quickly flicked her wrist to the left. The spikes came out in their full force, the scream of the beast filling their ears. However, it was still much bigger than her, no way for her to hold it in place and the shock of what she had just done caused the animal to not only shriek, but try to run away from the source of the pain. Athenacia was jerked violently off of her feet as it began its trek. The call of her name followed her in the distance as she was dragged on the ground by her right wrist. Quickly she began to busy herself to detach the armband, proving difficult with objects on the ground hitting her with every step the creature took. Finally, she was successful and unarmed when she got to her feet - so there was no way to defend herself from the tail that came around and hit her square in the sternum and pushed her quickly into a nearby tree.
Athenacia grunted in pain at the impact, sliding down until she was flat in the grass. Gasping, she was desperately trying to will air into her lungs despite the pain she felt all over her body. Her eyes began to flicker between red and normal. No, no this couldn't happen. Not now. She could feel a rushing in her ears, the sounds of fighting distant. Her eyes were still flashing red. This was not good, she had to stop this before it started. If she didn't get this under control she would kill them all and she'd never be able to live with herself. Reaching into her pocket, she managed to pull out one of the syringes. The physician tried to calm herself as she fumbled around to get the cap off of the needle. Once it was free she jammed it into her leg, throwing it as far away from herself as possible when it was empty and rolling so that no one would see it. Her world grew black instantly and she lost consciousness with one last flicker of red.
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The physician took in a sharp breath as she opened her eyes. It was hard to intake the air but a necessary requirement. If she had the dosage right then she was out for no more than three minutes in order to recollect herself. After the last time she had to do this she found that she was out far longer than was safe while wandering around alone. Now she had it so that she was gone long enough to reset herself before being able to wake up normal again, however, given how injured she was it was best to avoid as many blows as she could. Athenacia wasn't exactly sure it would work a second time and so soon, never really had the luxury of testing it, nor would she start now with all these people that could potentially die in her wake.
It took her a moment to figure out where she was but was quick on her feet once she had. The Bandersnatch was still active though on its last legs, her last attack doing some real damage. Still a bit light-headed from the medication, Iris was there with a potion, bless her. The young girl looked genuinely worried and Athenacia had a look back at the tree she had hit, understanding why. There was quite a bit of damage to the bark, she hit it quite hard. No wonder she was having trouble breathing, she would have to check for a concussion later, perhaps a cracked rib. But now wasn't the time, quickly assessing the situation before her. Athenacia saw the shine of her own weapon sticking out of the shoulder of the enemy. The spikes were still dug into the flesh, which was severely hindering its moves. Noctis, Ignis and Gladiolus were hacking away. The Prince warped where he needed to while the other two kept up their assault. Something seemed to be missing from this picture, about to go and join them when Iris held onto her arm firmly. That seemed very unnecessary but she complied with the young girl's wishes, knowing that rushing back into battle unarmed was not a good idea. It was just such a natural instinct, muscle memory from her time in the war. Now the magic was no longer with her, it was unlikely she'd be of any help to them anyway.
Finally, after all the hacking, whacking and slashing, the beast was slain. Athenacia felt the ground beneath her shake as the large carcass fell, breathing a sigh of relief before walked toward it. Shimmers of blue in her peripherals meant that their weapons were dismissed, But hers was still sticking out of the Bandersnatch and she was lucky it didn't fall on the side she had struck it. There was no way she could move it around to free it, grabbing onto the small handle and pulling hard until it was finally free. It came with some entrails as well, courtesy of the hook. Her chain was still attached to the body, wrapped up. That was not going to be fun to detach.
"You okay?" asked Gladiolus as he came to stand next to her.
"I'll live," she answered lightly.
Athenacia began to pull on the chain but to no avail. She would have to find the end first and dismiss her spikes before she had a chance of getting it back. It would be somewhere near the back legs on the ground so that's where she went first, having to leave behind the gladius. Finally spotting it, she placed it back on her wrist and flicking it left. The spikes went to lay flat again against the metal and she then flicked her wrist to the right, commanding it to retract. Removing the band, she groaned when it got stuck, taking a step forward to assist it back to its proper place. That was, until it was pulled through. Frowning, she looked over at her weapon and saw Gladiolus holding it with one finger, giving her a smug look. Athenacia watched as the armband came once again to sit against the hilt, smiling in thanks at him as he walked towards her. It was so small that only two of his fingers could fit around the handle, but it wasn't made for him so that didn't really matter at all. Graciously she took it from him, knowing she would have to clean it off before sheathing it. She was about to pull out her cloth when a very abrupt scream stopped her in her tracks.
"Prompto!"
Iris cried out as she encountered the gunman. That's what was missing. Athenacia snapped her head toward the source quickly, running before she could even think and reacting the way she was trained to do. Swiftly she made it to her med bag and then came to where Iris and Noctis were bent over. Athenacia slid onto her knees, coming up beside the young man and quickly assessed what was going on around her. Internally she gasped at the sight. Prompto was on his back like a starfish, severely injured and didn't look much like he was breathing. The doctor just hoped that she had the tools to fix him because she could not handle a fatality.
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IGNOCT REVERSE BANG - ROUND UP
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northern downpour sends its love. by Our_Hearts_Are_Compatible
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Teen Rating
Noctis felt his heart jump into his throat, and futilely pressed himself closer still to the wall like it might help him hide better. For just a moment, Noct found himself desperately wanting to peer out from behind the corner, but he knew better. It’d be better just to listen: to be content knowing that wherever in the messy timeline of their life he was, Ignis was safe.
Confidence by kickcows
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Explicit Rating
Ignis is the youngest employee of Mistwood Corporation, and catches the eye of one of the more senior employees - an older gentleman by the name of Noctis Caelum. Ignis tolerates Mr. Caelum’s advances, but never agrees because there’s no reason to - there is nothing attractive about him whatsoever, so no man in their right mind would want to invest their time into him. However, Noctis doesn’t agree - which is the best (and worst) outcome for Ignis.
Mapping the Constellations by Knight of Flames (beetroot_of_doubt)
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Mature Rating
When Ignis arrived at Noctis’ apartment, soaked to the skin and drained from a week of too much work, his boyfriend decided that he’s going to be the one taking care of Ignis tonight.
Noctis pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up the ordering app for his favourite pizza place. He made sure to pick all of the vegetable options for Ignis’ order and remove any from his own.
“What are you doing, Noct?”
“Ordering takeout so you don’t need to worry about cooking for once,” he said with a self-satisfied smile. “And while we wait, let me help you relax.” He reached to take Ignis’s hands and rubbed small soothing circles into the soft skin with his thumbs. “C'mon, lay down and I'll give you a massage.”
Assistance by kickcows
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Teen Rating
Noctis stumbles upon a very colorful creature that apparently needs his help to get back home to its friends.
For A Moment You Were Mine by denilmo
Major Character Death
Mature Rating
Ignis had come to terms years ago with losing his sight, and it had been a long time since he'd wished he could see a particular person or thing. But now he wished he could. He wished he could look over and meet Noctis' gaze across the pillows, see the emotion in those endless eyes for himself. He wished he could see him with a beard and longer hair as Gladiolus had tried to describe him, to see his friend before him now mature and kingly.
With uncertainties and a tragic destiny awaiting them, Noctis and Ignis steal one more moment for themselves, and only themselves, giving in to the feelings and desires they'd both kept locked away for years.
Ignis and the Cat Prince by Ren_Luna
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Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia
General
Ignis is just a simple college student, until he finds an injured kitten with a mysterious collar around its neck. Little does he know his whole life is about to change: his cat Noctis is much more than he appears to be!
Shot at the Night by iridiumring92
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Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia
Teen
Noctis Lucis Caelum, lead singer and guitarist for the band World of Ruin, imagines that Ignis Scientia of the band Silent Scream will forever be his rival and nothing more. An encounter with Ignis sets him on a whole different course.
Reel It In by ArawnScribble
Major Character Death
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia
Mature
"Noctis likes to fish, Ignis is often there to fish alongside him.": A multi-chaptered fic exploring Ignis and Noctis fishing together over the years.
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Title: ‘Twenty Minutes’
Fandom: FFXV
Pairing: Promnis (Prompto Argentum x Ignis Scientia)
Rating: Mature (NSFW - fluff & smut)
Word Count: ~1215
Summary: It’s Prompto’s birthday, and after a long day of food festivities, he holes up at home with Ignis, where the two enjoy their own celebration together.
A/N: Here’s my second story celebrating Prompto’s birthday! :) Please enjoy!
A soft kiss to his temple pulls Prompto out of his thoughts, as he looks up at the person who’d just given him a kiss. “Was I zoning out again?” He asks, feeling slightly embarrassed, as he sees Ignis nod his head. “I wasn’t mumbling too, was I?”
“Not at all.” Ignis guides him to sit up from his stretched out position on the couch, and sits behind him, putting his legs up on either side of his. “I hope I didn’t disturb you with my kiss?”
“Never.” He settles back against him, his shoulder resting against Ignis’ sternum. “I’m glad that you did, because you know that I always love your kisses.” He tilts his head back, a bright smile on his face. “May I have another one?”
“Certainly.” Ignis holds onto his elbow, pulling him up a little higher so that their lips connect with a kiss. The kiss starts off as a simple peck, then slowly builds to lips parting, tongues slipping into each other’s mouths at the same time. Soft moans travel between their mouths, as Prompto moves to be closer to him, the kiss ending when he can’t seem to make it work without having to stop. “Need some assistance?”
“No.” He shakes his head, standing up from the couch. Pushing Ignis’ legs together, he sits back down on his lap, leaning forward to rest against his chest. “Mmm… much better.”
Fingers begin to tangle in his hair, as Ignis touches the nape of his neck, fingers running through his strands of blond hair. “What would you like to do this evening, my love? Since you’re the one celebrating your birthday, I leave it up to you.”
“We’ve already done so much today!” He shakes his head, burying his face against the side of Ignis’ neck. “You took me out to both breakfast and lunch! I don’t think I can eat any more food, or I may very well pop.”
Laughter rings in his ears, as he looks up to see Ignis smiling. “If you’re going to be a glutton, then the only day that it’s allowed is on your birthday. So, if there’s somewhere you’d like to get dinner tonight, then that’s what we’ll do.”
“Let’s just order in?” He moves to rest his head against Ignis’ shoulder. “I already feel like I’m going to have to run five extra miles tomorrow to take off what I’ve eaten today.”
“Ordering in sounds perfect, birthday boy.” Ignis lowers his head, their lips touching with another sweet kiss. “Shall I order from that Thai place? Get some green curry for you to enjoy?”
“Perfect!” He nods his head, bringing himself up to sit on his knees. “Will it take very long to get here?” Moving back a little, he watches Ignis pull his phone out of his pocket.
Ordering through the restaurant’s app, Ignis shakes his head. “Looks like it will be here in twenty minutes. Why? Did you want me to go and pick it up instead?”
“No!” Prompto scoots back on his lap, as he takes Ignis’ phone and puts it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. “No…. I was thinking…”
“Oh?” An eyebrow raises up, Ignis adjusting the glasses on his face. “And just what were you thinking about?”
“Since it’s my birthday….”
“Oh, no. What would you like?” There’s a soft lilt to his lover’s voice, the teasing evident. “Let me guess. You’d rather I cook, hmm?”
“What? No. We just ordered food!” Prompto shakes his head, scooting up higher on his lap. “But….”
“But…?”
“I don’t know how to ask this without it sounding weird!” He returns his face to be against Ignis’ neck, cheeks becoming flushed. “Okay, here it goes. W-Will you….”
He soon finds himself on his back on the couch, Ignis now hovering over him, the shift in their position surprising him. “Will I what, Prompto?” Ignis’ hands touch his waist, hands tugging on his lounge pants, pulling them off of his hips, taking his underwear with them. “Would you like me to do this to you…?” His legs are spread apart, as Ignis lowers himself down onto the couch, tongue sweeping across the flushed tip of his cock.
“Y-Yes…” He moans, as wet heat surrounds his cock, Ignis’ mouth pulling more of his length in with his lips and tongue. He’s always too shy to just ask for a blowjob, but since it’s his birthday, he figures today is the right day to casually ask for it, even if his lover guessed what it was before he could verbally request it.
Ignis pushes him up higher on the couch, arms wrapping around his thighs as Ignis works his mouth on Prompto’s cock. His hand goes to the back of the couch, the other going to the top of Ignis’ hair, grabbing onto it as he rolls his hips a little. He hears him moan low, the sound encouraging him to do it again. Each slow roll pushes the tip of his cock against the roof of Ignis’ mouth, the soft palate tickling his weeping crown. They move in tandem - Prompto thrusts his hips up, Ignish pushes his mouth down, and vice versa. Each gentle suction of his lover’s mouth around his length makes him moan, the wet heat feeling perfect.
His fingers tighten their grip in Ignis’ hair, as he starts to feel his belly coiling tight. “I-Ignis….” It’s the only warning he gives to his lover, his orgasm hitting him fast as he starts to come, the soft suction of Ignis’ lips around the head of his cock prolonging his orgasm. The way he flicks his tongue over his sensitive head has him writhing on the couch, firm hands gripping onto his hips to still his movements. The hand he has on the couch digs into the leather as he rides out his natural high, his body tingling from head to toe from the force of his orgasm.
The warmth of his lover’s mouth disappears, as Ignis sits up, wiping off his lips with his fingers. “You know, you can ask me to do that whenever you’d like, Prompto.”
“Really?” He feels his cheeks becoming flushed, as he slowly sits up. “I mean, I always feel so weird asking.”
“Well, at least I’m aware of that.” His lover teases him, and grabs Prompto’s underwear, helping him put it back on. “It’s the least I can do for someone that I love.”
Prompto smiles, and pulls Ignis down to him, kissing him on the lips, tasting himself there. “I love you too, Iggy.” He’s about to say something else, when the doorbell rings. “Guess it’s been twenty minutes.” He laughs, letting go of Ignis, so he can get the door. “I’ll take care of you after we eat?”
“If you insist.” Ignis smiles at him, then goes and gets their food from the delivery person.
After they eat, Prompto takes care of Ignis, just as he’s promised. And then they take care of each other together. They enjoy some birthday cake in between, feeding it to each other as they lay in bed. Then one final time caps off the day’s activities, making it one of the best birthdays Prompto has had in a very long time.
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Trial by Fire Chapter 4 (Ignis x OC)
Hello guys! Decided to pick things up here as we are closing in on Episode Ignis (unfortunately? Fortunately? I’m not sure which).
Chapter 4 - Hunger. In which Ignis and Callie meal prep, get sassy in the kitchen together, and Ignis starts to have a crisis.
No warnings currently apply, SFW at this time.
[Previous Chapter] [AO3] (might have helped to have this the first time. I was tired. lol
Tagging @hypaalicious and @gudetamazing
At home, Callie was freaking out. Her apartment was in complete disarray, the stresses of training life not affording her much energy with which to clean. Something about Ignis screamed "neat-freak" and thus, she decided she should take the time to pick up before six o'clock. At further inspection, it would be a larger job than she initially thought.
Glancing at the clock, Callie noted that she had about three hours to get things situated before her visitor arrived. Surely that would be enough time...
The piles of dirty laundry strewn about the room laughed mockingly. Garbage from hastily eaten TV dinners and bags from fast food cackled. Perhaps she really did need to get more sleep, but the message was clear: it would be tight. Time to get to work.
Callie liked the apartment they had stationed her in. It wasn’t too big, which pleased her, as she was alone. The living room, dining room and kitchen were one large space, making it feel bigger than it was. Callie lamented her lack of cooking skills due to how upscale the kitchen was with its sparkly black countertops and fancy faucet. Oh well. Perhaps she could learn some day. Hell, if she and Ignis remained friends, maybe she could beg him to teach her.
Crownsguard initiate life left her with a large conundrum: even for a small apartment, her schedule left her with very little time to do anything beyond fall into bed each day. There were days that the exhaustion had been so great, she didn’t even eat before falling onto her couch fully clothed, finding herself deep in slumber within mere moments. Habits such as those led to her already trim physique to become borderline skeletal, a fact that Ignis apparently took great offense to, henceforth landing her in the position she was.
As such, she briefly stopped cleaning to put on an upbeat playlist on her phone for motivation before returning to flitting room to room, never tarrying long. The thought came to mind that she should likely stick to one area at a time, however, the nervous energy witnin her demanded movement. Life as a hunter had been singularly lonely, leaving her precious few she would deem a friend. She worried that Ignis would find her accommodations lackluster.
What a funny thing to worry about, she chided herself. Friends don’t suddenly stop being friends over your housing situation. Yet, the worry remained, spurring her to clean faster.
With the restroom and living areas immaculate, Callie checked the clock and was startled to find it glaring 5:53 back at her. Ignis was nothing if not punctual, and the kitchen (the most important room for their planned activity, no less) was still not up to par. Rubbing her hand over her face in irritation, she cursed her lack of focus.
Six o'clock on the dot and there was a knock on her door. A mere few pieces of trash remained.
“Just a moment!” Callie called out. She took a detour at the trash bin before turning down the music and making for the door.
When she reached to open it, she lamented not taking a shower instead of simply changing her clothes. It was too late to go back; she swung open the door with a smile.
She was briefly stunned into silence at the sight of the great tactician in the closest thing to casual clothing the suspected he ever wore: a simple white button up tucked into black slacks, sleeves rolled and cuffed at the elbows. A grocery bag adorned his right arm, the muscles flexing to compensate for the weight. Callie stared a moment longer than necessary, watching as Ignis gave her a self-conscious smile, prompting her to finally greet her guest.
“Ah, hi! Welcome!” she hailed, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter with a sweep of her right arm. “Please, come in!”
“Good evening, Callie,” he answered, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “It’s been ages.”
At that, Callie loosed a hearty laugh. She shut the door as he entered the living space, turning to face him with her hands planted on her hips.
“Years, Ignis,” she mock complained. “How could you? Not even a letter. Six save us.”
The pair laughed freely, during which Callie noted Ignis’ easy mirth. Though it was true that she bared her soul to him over her family and ambitions, he had always been reserved, humor always on the wry side. Seeing him laugh prior to that moment was a true rarity.
Ignis took a cursory glance about the space before making a beeline for the kitchen. He hefted the bag on the counter with the most counter space and that time, Holly tried her test to not be as obvious in her observation of his rippling muscle. It simply wasn’t polite to ogle a guest who had so graciously come to her home to assist her in getting her nutrition back on track.
Again, Ignis smiled and she suddenly became aware of why he held so many titles; absolutely nothing escaped his sharp gaze. Sighing, she attempted to conceal her blush by rubbing her eyes, (mostly) feigning exhaustion.
“So, what’s on the menu tonight?” she asked, moving to join him in the kitchen.
Though well-finished, the kitchen was petite, barely allowing space for the two of them to be present simultaneously. Callie approached from behind, leaning around Ignis' left shoulder, steadying herself with her right hand at his waist and left at his bicep that she could peer into the sack of groceries. His muscles contracted under her touch, a gentle gasp passed his lips and she drew back slightly, eyes apologetic.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you,” she laughed.
Ignis silently thanked the Astrals she assumed it was fear he felt. In truth, her touch set his body aflame, and he simply hadn’t been prepared for his extreme reaction. He was aware of his attraction to her, a bright pyre burning ever-present in the back of his mind, refusing to be dampened. Try though he may to be vigilant, the char was licking at him, threatening to rend all to ash.
"No worries," he answered as casually as possible. "I thought we might start simple: daggerquill breast and garulessa steak with saxham rice and vegetables. You can prepare a large quantity and store it in the containers I've brought and simply heat up a serving when you arrive home. If you’d like, I brought enough for us to enjoy together this evening, but I shan’t impose if you'd like to dine alone."
Callie rather enjoyed the implications behind "start,” and the offer to enjoy a meal together.
"That... sounds amazing, actually. Of course, you’re welcome to stay. You’re going to all this trouble for me. Let me grab a notebook so that I can write all this down."
Ignis chuckled as he retrieved a small notebook from his breast pocket and opened it to the first page. "No need. I've taken the liberty of starting a recipe book for you. It has a few to start that shouldn't be too difficult, even considering your current level of skill."
"That's so sweet of you, thank you!" Callie gushed, gripping his arm and smiling happily up at him. "Wow, I never realized how tall you are. Then again, everyone's tall to me. I think I'm all of five-foot-two."
The strategist paused in his task of laying out the required ingredients, throwing his coiffed head back in a hearty laugh. "You are rather, ah, dainty for someone bearing the name Mortifera."
They laughed easily for a few more moments before Ignis looked curiously around the space.
"I'll need a large baking sheet and quite a few spices. Do you have them readily available?"
The raven-haired woman chewed her bottom lip and squinted her eye in thought. She glanced quickly at the list of spices needed. "The baking sheet, yes. The spices, absolutely not. I don't even know what some of these are. If you need salt and pepper, I have you covered."
She couldn't help but laugh at the cringe Ignis gave at her confession.
"I suppose it's a good thing I had the foresight to purchase the requisite spices," he groused. "I do wonder how you've managed to feed yourself before now."
"Hey, now," she fired back, poking him in the chest with her index finger. "Frozen meals and takeout are perfectly acceptable-"
"Astrals, Callie, do not finish that sentence," Ingis interrupted, nose wrinkling. "Please hand me the baking sheet."
As Callie turned to the wall behind Ignis, she attempted to recall the cabinet housing the baking sheet. The upper cabinets were too small… she bypassed the stove, eventually finding them in her large lower cabinet near the corner. When she turned to hand him her prize, they bumped into each other.
“Sorry!” Callie grunted as they collided. “The perils of a narrow galley kitchen!”
Ignis blushing was a strange sight, indeed. Though Callie had witnessed it a handful of times, it somehow never normalized for her; he oozed confidence in the training room and when discussing matters pertaining to Lucis. To have him then stumble when presented with social interactions was an interesting juxtaposition.
“Quite alright,” he breathed, his hands straying on hers a moment when he retrieved the sheet from her. It was then she noticed he still wore his gloves.
“Why don’t you take those off?” she asked, tugging at his index finger for emphasis. She paused before laughing raucously. “I’d make a joke about pulling fingers but I can see you’re a distinguished gentleman.”
Withdrawing his hand, Ignis smirked at her before turning to set the baking tray next to the vegetables and meats that were to be placed upon it.
“A distinguished gentleman that often travels with Gladio, Prompto and Noct,” he said, reaching for a blade to chop the vegetables with. “I assure you, I’ve likely heard the very same joke countless times. I may have laughed at it a time or two as well. The world may never know. Now, let’s get these vegetables chopped.”
“Just a man, after all,” Callie laughed. She retrieved the knife from Ignis and began chopping them. “Big, small, does it matter? Also, I see you deftly ignored my suggestion to remove your gloves. I promise I don’t have any diseases.”
“To your preference,” he clarified.
In truth, he was avoiding removing his gloves for a handful of reasons. There was no need; he frequently crafted meals with them on. They offered a certain level of protection should his constantly buzzing mind lapse in judgment and by that point, his hands were ultra sensitive from being encased in leather more often than not. Most importantly, Callie's touch was already overwhelming, so why push things further?
The woman in question glanced sideways at him while she chopped, watching as he regarded the cuts of meat they’d be using for the evening, questions hanging silently between them. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, he paused his prep and began removing his gloves.
“Wow, so they do come off,” Callie jested, setting aside her knife as she finished her vegetables. “There goes my theory of you being an android.”
“Indeed,” the strategist agreed, giving her a wry smile. “I’m not entirely convinced you aren’t a vampire, yet. Are you ready to tackle the protein?”
“Touché. I am ready, master chef.”
As they worked to season the cuts and get them onto the baking sheets with the vegetables, Ignis preferred to guide that Callie could pick up the techniques required to prepare meals in the future. From his vantage point at her side, he was able to watch her mannerisms: how she stuck her tongue between her right teeth and bit down when she was concentrating, how she raised her right eyebrow and deadpanned when things didn’t go her way. It was, in a word, adorable, and he found himself smiling through it all.
“Look, rice is easy. I can handle that part,” Callie proclaimed once the meat and vegetables were in the oven. “You can go sit, if you like?”
Ignis nodded. “I’ll be but a moment, if you’re sure.”
He took a few moments in the restroom to reign himself in, washing what felt like every single cell on his hands and splashing some cool water on his face. Dealing with dignitaries was one thing: it was his duty and therefore, easy for him to separate himself from anxiety to do what was needed. During council, he had no time for anxiety, nor were any particular social skills needed. In the presence of someone he felt a connection outside of brotherhood with, he felt awkward and bumbling. It was a singularly uncomfortable sensation.
It was time to leave the restroom, lest his host become suspicious. As he turned the handle, the sound of muttered curses reached Ignis' ears, followed by a peculiar smell. His feet carried him automatically back to the kitchen, eyebrows drawn together in concern.
The sight that greeted him stop Ignis in his tracks, a dumbfounded expression painting his face. Callie was frantically trying to stop the pot of rice from boiling over, waving her arms wildly at it as if it would have any stopping power. She was cursing under her breath, but the tactician could just hear her…
“Gods damn it all, and I just told him I could manage… fucking hell, stop, stop, stop!”
It didn’t stop.
The scene was too much to witness, causing Ignis to loose a great guffaw, pitching forward to brace himself on his knees as he laughed. Callie whirled around in a panic, meeting his laughing form with steely eyes.
“Laugh it up, Scientia!” she drawled. “When you’re finished, help me tame the monster that I’ve created, will you? Damn it!”
As the laughter subsided, Ignis sidled over, pushed his glasses up his nose with his middle finger and clapped a hand on Callie's shoulder. “I’ll handle this.”
All in all, when the pair sat down at Callie’s black dining table just big enough for two, the meal was delicious. Ignis had managed to salvage the rice and both the meat and vegetables were baked to perfection.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” Callie said, smiling.
“It's nothing, truly,” Ignis dismissed, embarrassed. “I, ah, it is my duty to assure that... those in direct service to the king are in top form.”
Callie's quicksilver eyes twinkled, but if she saw through his bluff, she chose not to voice it. When it came to dinner, however, she sang a different tune.
“Six, my compliments to the chef,” Callie all but moaned. “How do you make something so simple taste so good?”
Though Ignis flushed at her tone, he grinned all the same at the praise. “Proper preparation and seasoning. It’s something that will come in time until you won’t need the recipe book at all… unless it’s to concoct your own.”
When Callie didn’t answer right away, he noticed how slowly her eyes were blinking, how her jaw seemed to give a great effort in chewing. Exhausted though she clearly was, Ignis couldn’t help but briefly admire her beauty.
“Mortifera,” he scolded. Her eyes slid to meet his, her lack of protest at her given name telling. “If you needed to rest, you should have said so. Ready yourself for sleep; I shall place these in containers for you and tidy up.”
Fire lit in her eyes then, albeit a dull spark compared to its usual roar. “Ignis, no! I can’t allow you to clean my apartment. Look, I’m enjoying your company but… yeah, I guess I’m tired. I’ll clean up. You can go ahead and go. Thank you again for coming today.”
She turned and took their plates to the kitchen and began cleaning up when a hand landed gently on her shoulder. Callie looked up to see the royal adviser looking fondly down at her, a serene smile adorning his handsome face.
“Please,” he said simply. “I insist.”
That she trudged off without complaint was a victory. However, many minutes later she hadn’t returned or made a sound, prompting Ignis to investigate.
“Callie?” he called, knocking on the door she disappeared behind. “Are you alright?”
No answer came. After a minute, he knocked again.
“Callie? Astrals, I hope you’re decent. I’m going to open the door a touch to make certain you’re alright,” he warned. When no answer came again, he turned the handle and pushed.
He briefly took in the room: a large window opposite where he entered in the small room that housed a bed and a single dresser with naught else. Two doors in the room lead to presumably a closet and perhaps an en suite restroom. Minimalistic, like Callie. Speaking of, his eyes cast around, searching for her.
The sight that met his worried emerald gaze was an endearing one. Callie lay face-down on her bed, still clad in her day clothes. Her feet dangled off the edge of the mattress, her mouth open and snoring softly.
“Goodness,” he breathed.
Contemplating a moment, he decided she looked rather uncomfortable and moved to tuck her in. As he swung her legs around and nestled her head properly on her pillow, he tried not to notice how smooth her muscles were, how he enjoyed being in such close proximity with her. When she was settled, he drew the comforter around her and clicked off her bedside lamp. The moonlight streamed in through the window, highlighting her raven strands platinum, her pale skin ethereal, glowing.
As he turned to leave, a gentle smile touching his lips, he paused. Unable to resist her siren's call, Ignis returned to her side and pressed the softest of kisses to her forehead. He hadn’t noticed his eyes fluttered shut until her hand grazed his cheek, causing them to fly open. Ignis panicked, but it was simply Callie reaching out in her sleep.
“So handsome,” she whispered. Her long fingers traced his lips before her hand dropped back to her side and she resumed snoring.
It was then Ignis decided to take his leave. Gathering his things, he turned off the lights as he went. Finally, he locked the door and made for Noct's R8, reaching for a can of Ebony once inside. After the day's events, he needed to unwind and thus set a course for the freeway; a long drive at high speeds never failed to help untangle the threads of his wayward thoughts.
As street lamps streaked past and caffeine rushed through his veins, Ignis considered his position: married to his duty to Noct, no time to dedicate to a potential partner. It wasn't the first time he found himself wanting to pursue a relationship; it appeared his lack of experience with such emotions often led them to overwhelm him rather quickly. This, however, felt different.
He sighed and decided to let things play out as naturally as possible. At some point, as future king, Noct would need to take a bride and Ignis would finally be able to relinquish some of his duties to the future queen. Until then, he would simply have to make do.
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Silver Lining: Chapter 1
SUMMARY:
Prompto’s twin sister, Velox, accompanies the others to briefly meet with King Regis. After their interaction, the retinue leaves for Altissia.
PREVIOUSLY:
Prologue Part 1 Prologue Part 2 Prologue Part 3
Chapters:
1
2
AN:
I’m trying a little bit of a new layout for this ‘bonus info’! I’ve also got an Argentum twins aesthetic going up later today! please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback!
TAGS:
@kerrtrashwrites @joioliviapolaroid @themissimmortal
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The Argentums’ movements were rigid. While Noctis, Gladio and Ignis glided comfortably through the halls, Prompto and Velox followed awkwardly. The blonde observed the back of the prince’s head from her position.
She had known Noctis since childhood. He had been one of her closest friends since high school and despite all of this, neither she nor her brother had ever met Noctis’ father. The idea of knowing someone for so long and having not met their parents or guardians seemed foreign. The more she thought about it, she realized Noctis hadn’t met her parents either. Then again, that was a different circumstance entirely.
As mere citizens, entering the Citadel had been nothing but a farfetched daydream up until then. In all of their time knowing Noctis, the twins had only stepped foot inside the Citadel once, and that happened to be just the day before.
The building was ethereal and it appeared otherworldly. Velox’s imagination could not capture the reality of its immense beauty. The rivers of black tile guiding them sparkled with specks of starlight and vines of gold climbing the walls commanded eyes to follow them towards the throne. Columned walls led visitors to a staircase that stood before the king’s place. Waterfalls of gold flowed from the ceiling and engulfed the throne like a wave. Gold adorned the frames of two enormous windows, which were adjacent to the king’s chair. They invited nature’s warmth into the room and created a spotlight for the king.
King Regis gazed down at the company of five from his perch. “The decreed hour is come. Set forth with my blessing, Prince Noctis.”
Noctis bowed. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“Take your leave, and go in the grace of the gods.”
The prince nodded, seemingly dispirited. “Right.”
He swiftly spun on his heel. Gladio hurriedly shifted out of Noctis’ way and watched his friend trudge towards the exit. The Shield quickly bowed before following the prince. Ignis and the twins mimicked his actions.
The group swung the large doors of the Citadel open and stepped into the sun’s rays. They walked down the stairs to meet Cor, who stood on the sidewalk awaiting their return. The Regalia, King Regis’ car, was parked behind him.
“Well, princes will be princes,” Prompto joked.
“Got that right,” Velox agreed.
Ignis sighed, “So much for royal protocol.”
“Not like you had to deliver a formal address,” Gladio said while stretching.
“Your highness!”
The quintet glanced over their shoulders to see King Regis and Drautos standing at the Citadel entrance. With Drautos’ assistance, the king slowly descended the steps.
“What now?” said Noctis as he turned to his father.
“I fear I have left too much unsaid,” the king announced as he arrived beside his son. “You place a great burden on those who would bear with you.”
The prince snorted, scanning his father’s cane and leg. “You’re one to talk.”
King Regis looked to the figures standing behind Noctis. “I ask not that you guide my wayward son, merely that you remain at his side.”
Ignis bowed, “Indeed, Your Grace.”
“We’ll see the prince to Altissia, if it’s the last thing we see,” The Shield said, dipping his torso towards the ground.
“Yeah, what he said,” Prompto stuttered while the twins imitated Gladio.
“He’s in good hands,” Velox insisted.
King Regis smiled warmly at his son’s comrades.
“Hate to break this up, but Cor’s got the motor running. Drautos,” Noctis called, gesturing towards the king, “he’s in your hands.”
“And another thing!” King Regis stalled. “Do mind your manners around your charming bride-to-be.”
Noctis bowed dramatically. “Your Majesty, as well,” he said, smiling at the king. “Try to mind yours around our esteemed guests from Niflheim.”
Ignis looked at the others. He ushered them down the stairs to The Immortal. The king’s final words with his son were to be kept sacred and private.
Cor took a pair of keys out of his pocket and dangled them in front of the group. “She’s in your hands now.”
Prompto cheered and snatched them from Cor’s grasp.
“Be careful,” he advised.
The quartet released a chorus of reassurance. Prompto hopped into the driver’s seat and Ignis took the passenger’s seat beside him. Velox sat in the backseat with Gladio. She was about the buckle her seatbelt, but immediately froze when The Shield cleared his throat.
“Whadd'ya think you’re doing?” Gladio asked.
She stared at him with a puzzled expression. “Whadd'ya mean?”
“You know you’re sitting in the middle, right?”
Velox stared at The Shield in disbelief. He simply gazed back wearing a smug expression.
“Nooo!” she groaned.
Gladio smirked. “You are the smallest one here.”
“Since when? Noct and I are pretty much the same size.”
“My bad, let me rephrase that,” The Sheild began, “You’re the shortest one here.”
“And?”
“You don’t need the leg room.”
She glared intensely at Gladio for a few moments. The tension surrounding them was so thick you could practically see it. Knowing when to admit defeat, she sighed and her shoulders drooped.
“The sacrifices I make for you boys,” she said, grumpily scooting into the middle of the backseat.
“We could leave you behind next time.”
Velox crossed her arms and huffed comically. “Funny.”
“There may not be a next time,” Ignis said. “After Highness is married, he won’t have time for road trips. He’ll have a kingdom to rule.”
“Then let’s make the most of it while we can!” Prompto shouted.
Noctis opened the car door and climbed into the backseat. “Let’s get moving!”
Prompto pushed a button and the roof of the car tucked itself away. The group waved to King Regis, Drautos and Cor before speeding off.
“This might be the only car ride Noct actually stays awake for.”
The prince shoved Velox’s shoulder and grouchily muttered under his breath.
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“I’m just saying, this baby must have magical abilities or something! I mean, how’d we cram all our luggage into the trunk?” Prompto exclaimed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
Noctis pursed his lips in thought. “You’ve got a point.”
“Yeah,” Velox concurred. “Considering all that stuff Gladio brought, it’s a miracle everything fit.”
“Hey, it isn’t all my stuff. The camping equipment’s mine, but the rest of it’s for Iggy,” Gladio justified.
“I told you to pack the bare necessities,” Ignis said, scowling at Gladio through the side view mirror.
“So I guess you cook a lot then, Iggy?” Prompto asked.
“I wouldn’t say ‘a lot.’”
“Y’know, Noct let us have a bite of his dinner once.”
“Oh yeah!” Velox chimed. “I remember that!”
“And?” Ignis questioned, a hint of anxiousnessness in his voice.
“It. Was. Amazing!” they praised.
The advisor faintly blushed. “Is that so?”
“Yeah!” Prompto complimented. “I was hopin’ that’s what it’d be like at camp, but you usually cook in a real kitchen, right? I can’t imagine what it’s gonna be like in the outdoors.”
“Regardless, we can’t wait to have more of your food!” Velox said excitedly.
Ignis chuckled. “Well, I certainly don’t want to disappoint. I might as well ask your preferences.”
“Well, I like sweets, but real food’s good, too. Spicy food and… well, I’ll eat anything, really. Even weird stuff,” Prompto informed.
“I was hoping to experiment with local ingredients, so I’m glad you can keep an open mind,” Ignis grinned. “And you, Velox?”
“We’re pretty much the same palate-wise,” she said, nodding to her brother, “except when it comes to spicy stuff. I’ve got the biggest sweet tooth and I’ll try anything once, but spicy food is the death of me.”
Gladio grunted from behind his book, “Weak.”
“We can’t all have tastebuds of steal like you, tough guy,” the blonde said, jabbing him in the chest.
“I’m with her on this one,” Noctis remarked. “You have an iron stomach.”
“I wonder what kind of food they’ll have at the wedding,” Prompto thought out loud. “What kind of food does Lunafreya like?”
“I’m not completely sure,” Noctis said honestly.
“Speaking of which… It’s been some while. Do you remember the last time you saw Lady Lunafreya?” Ignis inquired.
The prince look up at the sky as he thought for a moment. “About 12 years ago?”
“That would make you… 8?” Prompto said, pausing to check his math. “You were kids!”
He turned his body to look at Noctis. Ignis quickly pointed to the road, causing Prompto to nervously return to his original position.
“Hope she hasn’t gotten her hopes up,” Gladio stated.
Noctis clicked his tongue, exasperated. “Why not?”
Prompto snickered and his sister stifled a laugh.
Noctis frowned, “Calm yourself.”
“Try and keep it together when you meet her,” Gladio said, wiggling a finger in the prince’s face.
“She’ll expect to see a fine, young prince,” Ignis added.
Noctis smiled and leaned forward. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“How much time ya got?” Velox joshed.
“Returning to the subject at hand, this is your wedding we’re talking about, Noct,” Ignis said.
Noctis smirked. “Knew that too.”
Velox shook her head and grinned while her twin bursted into laughter. She leaned back into the leather seat and looked up at the clouds moving above her. The blonde thought she heard a strange noise, but dismissed it as figment of her imagination.
“You really gotta calm down, Prompto.”
The blond wiped tears from his eyes and suppressed his giggles.
Velox listened intently and her eyebrows furrowed. “You hear that?”
The blonde swore she had heard the noise again. The rattling within the car had grown louder.
Prompto pouted, “Sis, you’re supposed to be on my side!”
“Not you! I’m talkin’ about the-”
POP!
All of a sudden, smoke poured from the exhaust pipe like a chimney during a cold winter’s night.
POP!
“Uh-oh!” Prompto exclaimed.
The wheels of the Regalia gradually stopped spinning until the car came to an abrupt halt.
“Whaddya mean ‘uh-oh’?” Gladio frowned.
The prince sighed, “I think I know.”
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Sunshowers Chapter 2
Promptis multi-chapter story. Read it HERE on AO3, or check it out below! :D
Prompto came to with a start, disoriented and groggy. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest and a knot of anxiety in his gut. Forcing himself to breathe normally, he sat forward, elbows on his knees and head hanging. It took a few minutes for his heart rate to slow, and by then he realized he was sitting alone in the Regalia. The anxiety made him nauseous and he could vaguely hear a murmur of voices past the rush of blood in his ears.
“...awake.”
“Get...water...”
“Prompto?”
A warm hand touched his shoulder and he snapped his head up. His wide, panicked eyes met soft, concerned, midnight blue eyes.
“Noct,” breathed Prompto, sagging in his seat and scrubbing his hands over his face. “Where are we?”
“Hunter HQ. Been here almost an hour,” he replied, crossing his arms as he leaned against the car.
“What? How come no one woke me up?”
“We tried,” replied Gladio, joining them. “All of us tried.”
Frowning, Prompto sat forward again. “Seriously?”
Ignis appeared in his peripheral vision, holding out a plastic cup. “There was no waking you. It was rather disconcerting.”
With a mumbled thanks, Prompto accepted the cup. Cool water sloshed inside, but the thought of drinking it made him queasy.
“Seemed like you were having a nightmare,” Gladio commented, brow furrowed as he watched Prompto stare into the cup.
“Uh, yeah. Maybe? I don't really remember.” With a half smile, he exhaled a slow breath.
“You look pretty rattled,” Noctis told him.
“I'm good. Just, uh, just give me a minute.” Taking a small sip from the cup, Prompto forced his shoulders to relax.
“Are you sure? Would you prefer to remain here while we take care of our task for Dave?”
Prompto waved him off. “I'm fine, honest! So, what are we doing?” His mouth twitched a couple times before he managed to plaster a convincing smile on his face.
Readjusting his glasses, Ignis glanced at Noctis. “There's a bounty on a cockatrice that's been hounding the tackle shop by the Vesperpool. Hunters have been having a difficult time with it, so they asked our assistance.”
“Ooh! Does that mean we can have that cockatrice and rice thing for dinner?” Prompto's eyes brightened.
“Do you mean my paella de pollo? I use the legs of chickatrices for that. Cockatrice meat is much too stringy.”
“Oh. Oh well. Whatever you cook is amazing. So are we gonna go do this, or do you guys just want to stare at me some more?”
“He seems okay to me,” Noctis said with a shrug, pushing himself off the car.
“You'll be able to hold your own in combat?” Gladio asked.
Prompto laughed. “I'll be fine,” he insisted.
“Good enough for me.” The big guy shrugged and got into the car behind Prompto.
Puffing out a breath, Prompto's shoulders slumped in relief. While he appreciated their concern, he didn't really like being the center of attention for something like this. It was hard not cracking under their stares.
As Ignis drove slowly through the Hunter settlement toward the tunnel, Prompto quickly downed the water in his cup. His stomach rumbled but he tried to ignore the sensation.
Dreams where he woke up feeling like he did now, were the worst. He didn't know why he felt this way, or what his mind cooked up to terrify him. This time he was left with a knot of dark fear, paranoia, and loneliness. Breathing normally was still difficult, but he'd get control of himself before they got to the tackle shop. He had to.
As a distraction, Prompto pulled out his camera and twisted around in his seat. On cue, Gladio grinned and hooked an arm around Noct's neck, tugging him over. The prince yelped and Prompto snapped the picture. He got a few more good ones when Gladio ruffled Noct's hair. The easy air had returned to the group, and Prompto was going to do his best to keep it that way.
~oOo~
The glare of the sun on the still waters of the Vesperpool hurt Noctis' eyes. It was a nice day, and he would much rather be fishing off the dock than leaning against the side of the tackle shop, waiting for a giant bird to show up.
Lifting his head, he flexed his hand as he looked around at his retinue. Gladiolus, just as bored of waiting as Noct, was currently doing squats nearby. Noct was getting tired just watching. How Gladio could hold down a conversation with Ignis while doing that, he'd never know. Then again, Ignis was busy typing something out on his phone without even faltering in his side of the conversation.
Shaking his head, Noctis shifted his attention to Prompto. On the surface, the guy looked at ease and happy. He bounced around, taking pictures of everything from the weirdly shaped rock by the shop, to Gladio mid squat. Watching him was the only entertainment Noct had right now next to King's Knight, but Ignis said they shouldn't distract themselves with games. So he observed Prompto. He felt like he had been staring a hole in the guy's head since they got to Meldacio. It was hard not to. It had been even harder to leave Prompto in the car in the throes of a nightmare.
Though he tried not to let it show, Noct had been anxious the whole time they spoke with Dave. Once they found out what they needed to do, he planted himself at one of the tables at the outdoor eating area and watched Prompto. He suggested laying him down in the back since they couldn't wake him. Agreeing, Gladio opened the door to pick Prompto up, but the smaller man fought back. He didn't make any noise, but he struggled, shoving against Gladio and throwing punches. Not wanting the younger man to hurt himself, Gladio released him and he settled down immediately. Noctis had seen Prompto have nightmares before, but nothing like this.
“Are you asleep standing up?”
Noctis opened his eyes, which he didn't realize he had closed, and stared at his reflection in Prompto's camera lens. “Didn't you get enough pictures of me this morning?”
“Can never have enough pictures of my best bud!” With a grin and wink, Prompto took a picture before tucking his camera away.
Noctis scoffed. “Right.”
Hooking his thumbs into his belt, Prompto leaned back, staring up at the sky. “I'm hungry!” he whined.
“I'm not surprised,” replied Ignis. “You didn't have much for breakfast, and it is nearing dinner time.”
“Maybe we oughta make camp and try again tomorrow,” grumbled Gladio, crossing his arms and strolling over to where Noctis and Prompto stood.
Sighing, Ignis slipped his phone back into his pocket and crossed his arms. “I suppose we could. I'll just leave my number with the shop employee in case the cockatrice decides to make an appearance.”
“Once we get camp set up, I'm gonna kick your butt in King's Knight,” Prompto informed Noct, grinning.
“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “In your dreams, maybe.”
“You're both wrong. I'm gonna be the champ tonight,” Gladio added, nearly knocking Noctis over when he clapped him on the back.
“I'm afraid it will have to wait,” Ignis interrupted, joining them. “We're about to have company.”
Turning their eyes skyward, the others followed Ignis' line of sight. An Imperial drop ship came in low over the trees, cargo ramp already opening.
“What? Here too?” Gladio growled, following the ship as it descended and slowed to a stop.
“So it would seem,” replied Ignis.
The cargo ramp opened fully and six Magitek Troopers appeared from the hold. They stormed down the ramp, their boots clanging loudly against the metal. Each one leaped off the end of the ramp, falling to the ground. Whirring and buzzing filled the still air as the soulless soldiers started trudging toward them.
Noct stood up straight and held his arm out to his side. With a flash of white light, his sword appeared in his hand. The others summoned their weapons as well.
“Here we go again.”
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