#Noct Leaflet

[sarndonic]

Masquerade ball

AUGUST 2, for @lunoctweek

Something light-hearted for today.

In the real world, Japanese kids enter (Senior) High School at age 15. And since Insomnia is based loosely on Japanese customs, including education, we can assume that Noct starts High School at that age, which concurrently makes Luna 19 and an already established adult. Their dynamics must’ve been incredibly awkward (but nevertheless, cute) around this time of their lives; I imagine Noct having this intense crush on Luna, but can’t do anything else about it other than ask her to wait for him to grow up in the NB.

My hc is that Noct is actually hyper-aware of his popularity in school, especially to girls. Prompto makes sure to hammer this particular point to him on a daily basis. When a school-wide masquerade ball is to be held, Noct shares his utter embarrassment to Luna by attaching this particular student leaflet to the NB. He’s named as the “most desired” masquerade ball date (winning by a landslide) and can’t deal with it. Of course, Luna finds this adorable and returns the leaflet with an added surprise.

About the use of anime: We only ever saw teenage Noct in Brotherhood, so to fit with the overall look, I decided to go with the full anime route. Not that I’ve watched it, but Konbini Kareshi seems to have the same art style as Brotherhood, so its male characters can go side-by-side with Noct as if they belong to the same campus. LOL

Thanks to Google Search for all the pictures used. No copyright infringement intended. This work is just for fun, and not for profit! Peace.

#lunoct #noctluna #lunafreya nox fleuret #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv #lunoctweek2021

[enigmaincrimson]

In any case, with a bit of goofing around...

So... to roughly follow the "genetics" with concessions, I'd get something along the lines of:

Young: Noct Leaflet from Saijaku Muhai no Bahamut

Adult: Fubiki from One Punch Man

#homestuck verse #rambles

[pinkmoogle]

Heeey Sweetie, I love your writing!! Could I get a 2 (“What? Are you jealous?”) with Older!Noctis!?? Pretty please? :D

2. “What? Are you jealous?”

One serving of Older!Noctis fluff coming riiiiight up! I know you’re a sucker for pieces like this, ‘nonnie’. 😉

“Look, look! Look at this one!” Prompto swipes his thumb along the digital screen of his Lokton and angles it in your direction, grinning when you break out into giggles before quickly cupping a palm over your mouth to stifle yourself.

“Prompto,” you speaks through your fingers, casting the sharpshooter a look of playful disbelief. “Delete that! That’s a terrible picture of me.”

“What? No way! You look good.”

Something twinges inside of Noctis’ chest. From the other side of the room, he’s long since disregarded a stack of paperwork to instead focus on the close proximity of you and Prompto — fighting with the urge to slip away from the cluttered table that he’s sharing with Ignis just to childishly wedge himself between you and his best friend.

“Highness?” The strategist calmly inquires, drawing the Insomnian king from his thoughts and redirecting them to several paper-clipped leaflets that he’s sliding across the table. “Have you decided on a construction agenda for the Fourth District? We have access to a team that can—”

“It’s still a bad picture,” your voice cleaves through Ignis’ like a knife through butter, prickling at Noctis’ ears. “Look at my swimsuit! What’s it even doing? It’s riding up in places that —”

“—handle the damaged buildings in just a few short weeks. Should we decide not to utilize them, it could cripple our restoration efforts by —”

“— it really shouldn’t! You can’t even see my face! Just the backs of my legs and practically my whole —”

“(Y/N)! (Y/N),” Prompto interjects. “I’m tellin’ ya, you look good. It’s not a bad picture at all. I think I may even have some from better angles… Hold on, let see what I can —”

“Ignis.” Noctis’ voice is curt, and the sudden depth of it is enough to bring the adviser to complete and total silence. “I need a moment. We’ve covered a lot of ground this afternoon, and I just need — I’ll be right back. I have something that I need to see about.”

Ever the respectable chamberlain, Ignis nods his head only once before organizing the leaflets into a tidy pile to be sifted through later, keeping his gaze downcast when Noctis rises to his feet with a little more force than was necessary. He was never one to ask questions, of course, but he can’t help the small smile that pulls at the corner of his mouth when he watches his liege make for where you and Prompto stand out of his peripheral.

Noctis clears the span of the room in a matter of moments, and the second that he’s close enough to you to physically touch, he does so immediately — arm curling around the bow of your waist before he’s pulling you securely, almost possessively into his side. “Prompto, can you, uh,” he trails off in thought, struggling to grasp at a good enough excuse to rid Prompto of the room. “… go find Gladiolus? Wherever he is? I need to talk to him.”

For a brief moment, Prompto looks surprised. “Sure, Noct,” he says eventually, smiling as genuinely as he always does before shutting down his camera and turning to walk in the opposite direction. “Be right back!”

You wait until he’s out of earshot before lifting your chin to regard Noctis, whose eyes only leave the back of Prompto’s head when he disappears through the door at the other end of the room. “Do you really need to speak to Gladio?” You ask quietly before sucking in a breath when Noctis tightens his arm around your waist in response.

“What kind of pictures was he showing you?”

“The last trip that we all took to Galdin Quay,” you answer, a smirk darkening your eyes as you start to realize what this is all about. “He was showing me photos of everyone on the beach.”

“Of everyone, or just you? With a malfunctioning swimsuit?”

Your teeth comb across your lower-lip as you turn your body inward to get a better look at his expression, secretly loving the look that’s eclipsed his otherwise composed facial features. “What?” You ask after a moment, lifting an eyebrow when Noctis lowers his chin to regard you down the bridge of his nose. “Are you jealous?”

He’s silent, eyes narrowing ever slightly.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“I have no reason to be,” he answers lowly, dragging the padding of his thumb against the hem of your shirt before slipping beneath to press it into the warm, silken skin of your hip. “I know who you’d choose.”

You can’t help but smile. “Do you, though?”

“I don’t know…” The arm that encircles your waist withdraws, his calloused palm then coming down to fit into yours with a tight clasp. “I may need some reassurance.”

“That… can definitely be arranged…”

#writing prompts #fanfiction #noctis lucis caelum #ffxv #noctis x reader #pinkie writes

[doodlebless]

Characters: Noctis, Ignis Side Characters: Prompto, Gladio Rating: Teen and Up Tags: panic attacks, noct-ignis centric, kinkmeme fill, noct dealing with a loooot of denial ): Summary: Noctis thought he'd been handling everything well, all things considered. Sometimes it takes only one moment to pull you under completely.

Excerpt: His gaze drifted over to the table before him. There was nothing really that interesting on it—a couple of travel leaflets and a weekly gossip magazine. He lazily picked up the magazine, frowning at the torn off front cover. Maybe one of the patrons took some objection to it, or there was something interesting enough on it to keep.

Ignis was still chatting away—something about local dishes now, or something. Shaking his head with an amused smirk and a roll of his eyes, he began to flick through the pages of the magazine. It was nothing he didn’t already expect, some larger than life stories from people desperate for attention, new fashion trends from Altissia, just the usual—

His heart had stopped, he was sure of it. An icy feeling crept over him, sending a shock to his brain and wrapping itself tightly around his lungs as he stared at the pages before him.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #ffxv fanfic #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #fanfiction #this was an interesting one to write. took a big to figure my wording properly. writing this kinda stuff is nervewracking o__o;;;;

[ardynium]

Since so many of you liked Dad!Cor, Kid!Prom and ye olde weird uncle Ardyn, have a second part, some years later. If you got any wishes/ ideas what to do with our merry roommates, shoot me a line.

“I don't think you can keep her. Look, she must belong to somebody.“ Cor took a deep breath and steeled for the flood of tears that was bound to come. “But... but... we can't put her back on the street! She's hurt.” Prompto held on to the puppy, gentle for a nine-year-old. “Look!” “That she is.“ Uncle Ardyn stared at her in utter distrust. Usually he liked dogs, but something about this puppy seemed to rub him the wrong way. Prompto looked up at him. “She... can stay in my room? You won't even have to see her. Just until she's all healed up?” Cor sighed. “We will take pictures of her and make leaflets. Until then, she can stay. If it's alright for your uncle.“

The boy's puppy eyes were almost better than the real deal. He looked at Ardyn. “Please?”

The uncle was too busy to notice, carefully holding a finger into her direction. Very slowly, like a knight testing the potential wrath of a sleeping dragon with his sword. The puppy eyed the slow-moving hand, sniffed at it and started wagging her tail. His critical gaze intensified. “She reminds me of someone,” he finally stated. “Have you met her in the park with her owner?” “No. It is not someone I know yet.” He petted her head gingerly, like she was more cactuar than dog. “But it will be inevitable, so she may as well stay for a while.” “Yes!” He was too used to his uncle's cryptic talk to pay it any mind. “Okay. She's patched up, so I'll get her some food, and some water, and maybe a blanket in my room and...” He deflated a little. “Then I'll take pictures for the leaflets.” He sighed and peered up at Cor. “Because somebody

sure misses her.” “First things first, Prom. Go and get her some food, and why don't you get us something for dinner while you're at it. Something spicy would be nice.” Cor handed him some bills, not really caring for the sum. He wanted to get the boy out before Ardyn couldn't hold it together anymore. He saw the older man trembling, steadying himself on the countertop. Prompto looked from one adult to the other, and finally caught on. “Yeah. I'll be back later! Bye!” And out the door he went. Better not to be around for this. Ardyn managed to wait until the boy was gone before he escaped to the bathroom, not locking the door this time. Cor gave him a few minutes before he came after him with glass of water.

He sat in the empty tub, arms wrapped around his knees, but at least looking up when the marshal entered and sat down on the floor next to him. “Hey.” He offered him the glass, but Ardyn shook his head. “Want to tell me what upset you?” “Death.” “You know it is a puppy. And that you could have said No.” “She is bound to my demise, but it's not her fault.” Black tears ran down his cheeks, and Cor tried to pat them away with some toilet paper. The first times this happened it scared him half to death. “She smells like death and snow.” “She'll only be here for a few days, I'm sure.” Cor himself hoped so. Not because of strange premonitions, but because none of them had time or nerves for a dog. “I don't want to die...” Black oil now not only streamed from his eyes, but from Ardyn's skin. pooling around him lazily on the white porcelain. It had been quite a while since a spell was that bad.

“I'm home!” Prompto called from the door, giving the grown-ups a good warning ahead before he made his way to the kitchen. He had brought enough dog food to last the week for the puppy, ready-made bowls of curry for themselves, and some brightly colored sweets for his uncle. Maybe those would cheer him up a bit. Cor was in the kitchen, doing dishes, the puppy taking a nap on the couch. Music was softly playing on the radio, and he was humming along. It was rather peaceful. Prom unpacked the food, put some of the dog food on a small plate and set it on the kitchen floor. “How's uncle Ardyn?” “Trying to take a nap. He's sorry if he scared you. Said it was just one of those days.” Cor got them two plates, filling them with food. “But he said Tiny may stay until she decides to leave.” That was not all he said. Ardyn was very sure she puppy would not leave before she had done what she was sent to do, whatever that might be, and fighting it would only make it harder for the boy, and he did not want that.

“It's okay, he was probably more scared than I was.” He went to pluck the puppy off the sofa, and sat her down in front of the bowl. The food he bought seemed to be fine, and after a proper sniffing, she dug in. The marshal took a deep breath, watched the both puppies. “Want to take pictures of her anyway, even if it's not for a mugshot? They grow up so fast.” Tiny wagged her tail, and it seemed like she agreed happily.

One day, the dog was gone. Everybody was sure not to have left the door open, and uncle Ardyn had an alibi, even one with witnesses. Real ones. He seemed weirdly proud of that. Prompto did his best not to cry. Camped outside the door with a bowl of food and treats, even though he had already done that hours before. Didn't really feel like dinner that day. Tried the whole procedure again after school on the day after that. No puppy to be found. That went for a few days. Sometimes the adults sat with him, eating dinner on the doorstep. Cor was close to getting the boy a new puppy, just to see him smile again. That was when the letter arrived. Neat handwriting on expensive paper, some perfume still lingering. Dear Prompto... He read, and read again, and then said, “Can we make muffins? I need them tomorrow.” “Muffins? Ask the old sweettooth, not me. But why muffins?“ Cor pointed at the letter, but didn't try to read it. “It's from Tiny's owner, and she says thank you, and she thinks I'm friends with someone in my school, but I'm not. Not yet, because now I have to make friends with him, because she's so happy about me being his friend , because he doesn't really have any.” Prompto took a deep breath. “Plus he's really cool, and I want to make muffins.” The correlation between cool and muffins went over Cor's head, and so did the content of this letter. “So you told this boy at your school about Tiny, and he told her...?“ “No, I didn't. I guess Tiny ran home when she was better. And he's at the same school and the same age, and I... um. It's an easy mistake to make?” Cor looked at the boy's beaming face and decided to think this through first. There was certainly a reasonable explanation for all of this. “Get your jacket, then. We need to get groceries anyway.“ And so Prom did. “I didn't want to say it when we were home, because uncle gets really upset when the king is on TV, but the other kid is, um, Prince Noctis.” “Mh.“ Something was wrong here. Too many lucky accidents. Had he been telling someone at work that there was a dog in the house now? Weskham, maybe Wesk, but things you told him usually stayed buried within those well-dressed depths. “Then we probably should get things for something with chocolate. Noct loves the stuff.“ “Me, too.” Prompto wasn't a big kid, not by any means, but all angles his body could have had where neatly cushioned by the love for sweets and the steady supply of them, courtesy of Ardyn. “There's always someone around, but he doesn't really talk to them...” “His dad hoped that would be better in school, when he's with other kids.“ Apparently it was not. “Did the lady who wrote you have a name?“ “Yup.”

“But it's a secret?” Wasn't the kid too young for this? When he was in that age, Cor was into... oh well. Some early formed habits were kept well into adulthood. “Yup, “ Prompto replied again, this time with a grin. Maybe really a bit of a crush, or he just liked the idea of having a secret that was all his own.

#dad!cor #papa!cor #kid!prompto #prompto argentum #ardyn izunia #kinkmeme #ffxv pryna

[airlea-sicarius]

Intra Unum Diem Vitae - Chapter 24

A Noctis fanfiction

Title Translation: One more day inside this life

Story summary: Even the greatest prophecy has an addition, much like the heart is connected to every artery and vein. This prophecy is no different. Every decision makes a different outcome. You read it wrong, you choose the wrong path, you’re lost. But choose it correctly, and you’ll get there. This is a story of consequences. A story of belonging and understanding. But, most importantly, it is a story of one more day inside this life.

Prologue | Chapter 01: The Fall | Chapter 02: Lost  | Chapter 03: Memories  | Chapter 04: Explain  | Chapter 05: Feelings | Chapter 6: Moving On | Chapter 7: Unease and awoken feelings | Chapter 08: Breaking News | Chapter 9:  Safe at last | Chapter 10: Untrustworthy| Chapter 11: Astral of the Earth | Chapter 12: Recovery | Chapter 13: Hushed Secrets | Chapter 14: Trying | Chapter 15: Remembering | Chapter 16: Project Phoenix | Chapter 17: Self Questioning | Chapter 18: Trust issues | Chapter 19: Unforgiving| Chapter 20: Running | Chapter 21: Untold Secrets | Chapter 22: Coming to terms | Chapter 23: Shattered | Chapter 24: Miscommunication | Chapter 25: Missing

Words: 4, 641 (SURPRISE XD)

Note: No where near as good as the previous - a few time jumps and such. A little Noct POV. Also, a rather intense smoochy section.Oops.

For any typos, I am very sorry! I have zero time to pre-read because of . homework and 2. christmas Drabbles. Sorry!

PLEASE COMMENT - Feedback is much appreciated and if you wanna tag anyone to get them started because you’ll think they’ll enjoy, that’s fine to do so, too! But please please comment. It would mean the world to me. If you want to stop being tagged lemme know! If you give feedback, please lemme know what you enjoyed in it! It’s more effective for me to want to keep going with this tale.

Also if you want to create anything for Noctlea, just do it and tag me! Because I’mma gonna tell ya now, I am Noctlea trash XD

Tagging: @chocohoess @cerasusazule @jojopitcher @final-fantasy-xv-imagines @1000wolflover and @bluefirefox23! Thank you for any kind things you’ve told me about this fic. I really appreciate it!

To many, the train would be silent. But to Airlea... it was loud. All she could hear was the grief and anguish, the lost, the forgotten, the tainted, the corrupted, the damaged, the broken, the fragile the vulnerable, the beaten, the damned and the everlasting curse of darkness.

She moved away from the group as soon as she felt the tension surrounding Gladio grow. Maybe it was a bad thing she did that. Maybe it wasn’t. But she knew she had to leave the premises before all hell broke loose. So she stood from her place next to Noct, saying that she was going for a walk, and once he looked at her with a nod and a mumbled ‘okay’, she went off to the next carriage. She approached an elderly woman with a small smile. “Hello, um, does this train have a timetable? A friend of mine would like to know.” Some when, she was going to have a phone call from the Immortal himself. It was agreed with her Grandfather.

“They have leaflets at the end of the next carriage, my dear.” She, too, smiled. “Are you with the royal escort?”

Airlea nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Me and the Prince have been friends since we were small. Just like with the older two, it is also my duty to the throne.”

“A Sicarius?”

“How...” Airlea rose a brow. “How did you know?”

A small laugh. “Your mother was asking for you last week before the Niffs came and returned her to her chains.” A shrug. “She asked me to tell you she has information on Crudelis’ next move against you.”

“My mother’s a daemon now. The starscourge took her.”

“Lass, I took your mother to Crudelis years ago, when I believed the Empire wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Crudelis spoke of curing daemons, rebirthing their old selves, delving into a way to lessen the daemon population in Niffelheim.” She laughed dryly. “I was wrong. I wanted her out of there as soon as I found out her pain was being elongated and no one wanted to put her out of it. But Crudelis saw I wasn’t falling for his lies, and I was exiled. I couldn’t see my family”

Project Phoenix was going as planned. “So... what would you want me to do?”

“Stop her pain before she becomes the greatest daemon to plague the snows of Niffelheim, to stalk the aridlands of Cleigne, the marshes of Duscae, their grassland of the Vesperpool, the sand dunes of Leide. Do not let her take residence in the Crown City. Once she does, there is no way of stopping Crudelis from taking your life in exchange for a filthy lie from Ardyn Izunia.”

Airlea swallowed thickly. “Thank you for... pointing me in the right direction.” She looked away, her throat dry, and walked in the direction the woman had pointed her in.

The next carriage was just as suspicious as the people within it, and she made quick work of taking a timetable from it’s case and continued walking, refusing to look at it until she went into the next. There she was, the Regalia. Airlea sighed in relief and went into her pocket for the spare keys. She unlocked the doors, got into the back, and locked them again.

She felt safe now as she sprawled out, opening the thrice folded leaflet as she did so. It appeared there was going to be one last rescue train from Lucis that went to Tennebrae after this. And that one would then return to Lestallum where it would lay in wait for it’s next use.

Her phone rang from within her pocket. She fumbled for moment and answered it swiftly after. “Hello?”

“Airlea, I discovered a royal tomb at the old mining facility.”

“What’s a Royal Tomb doing in these parts?”

Cor sighed. “Your guess is as good as mine. There are undoubtedly more in Niffelheim’s grasp. God speed.”

That was a pointless phone call. And it was  now time for her to - “Where is she?”

Airlea heard footsteps approaching. She was quick to leave the car and quicker still in warping to the roof of the carriage where she hang uselessly. The door opened to reveal the suspicious men before, armed from head to toe with hunting knives.

“She ain’t ‘ere, Bob. Let’s go.” A small goblin looking man spoke.

“I ain’t lettin’ the daughter of the man who killed my father get away.” A man who looked like he belong to Niffelheim command retorted.

“He was a scumbag anyways.” A snort. “No good at his job. What idiot plan on assassinating the King of Lucis when his own assassin is lacing his food with cyanide. And then what moron thinks releasing daemons into the small towns is good?”

“Shut yer trap, ya ferret.” The apparent leader of the duo saw the Regalia. “What a nice set of wheels. We could make a bargain selling –“

In a flash Airlea was in front of him, sword at his throat, and his small friend was pinned to the wall with arrows. “Another word from you and you’ll have no tongue left to talk.”

“Bob, I told ya she’s crazy! She went daemon ‘untin’ nightly for fun!”

“I like them feisty.”

Airlea felt herself wretch. It was men like him that needed killing, mercilessly. Inhumanely.  She pushed him away and prepared herself for a fight. She vaguely heard the door open over the cry of help from the one who had any common sense, and she didn’t get the chance to parry the blow Bob was about to land. Blue lingered within her vision and she had to blink it away. “Feisty and taken?”

Just as quickly as he had spoke, he was on the floor with a broken nose. And Noctis was not calm. He was pissed. “Go before I impale you.”

“Bob, you don’t want to make royalty angry. He could kill you with a flick of his wrist.”

“Ferret, shut. Yer. Gob.” And then he shrugged. “With what? Yer finger?”

Just like that, the armiger was up and Airlea leaned back so her head wouldn’t get whacked by a spiritual blade. Bob was terrified. She could see it. And he stood, collected his friend, and ran. She vaguely heard the smaller of the two yelling about how stupid jumping out a window was as he... fell out the window.

“Noct, I could’ve – mmf.”

The force in which he kissed her had her on the balls of her feet, his arms around her waist causing her back to arch whist he leaned forward. Airlea clung to his shoulders for a brief moment, and that caused him to stop. “I... I’m sorry. I...” He released her. “I don’t know what –“

“Noctis, it was merely unexpected.” She looked at him. He looked at her. Both knew what the other was saying.

It happened before she had any time to even anticipate it -he was learning to start moving as soon as her mind thought of wondering. But this time she was quick to react, one arm wound around his waist and the other around his neck, fingers buried within his thick locks, the softness of which juxtaposed the roughness off the impassioned caress of their lips.

His hands were upon her cheeks one second, and the next they were upon her hips, and then his arms were around her waist, pulling her in closer until there was no room for both their bodies to breath, like one step forward would knock the other’s balance.

He may not have looked it, but Noctis was strong, quick thinking...

Sinful.

His kisses were ardent then languid, fierce then tender, then back to a drug that you just wanted to keep taking to stop the pain. Airlea was thoroughly addicted. With every kiss he broke, she was back for more. With each one she broke, he was back for even more.

Time stood still.

And it wasn’t long until Airlea had managed to open to unlock the Regalia.

The sound of the door unlocking had her moving Noctis forward, his brows high in confusion, and she opened the door. She got into the back and pulled Noct in after her.

He had to find both her and Gladio. Noctis wasn’t prepared to have is life, already falling apart at the seems, shatter before he became King. If Audacia was right, which, if she was just as sharp as father Sicarius, she probably was, they were walking into a trap. Full of daemons. And possibly Crudelis... And more daemons.

Yes, Gladio was with them. No worries, right? Not even he could survive so long, always in the front, standing around with his sword on his shoulder, showing off his muscles, instead of fighting. Now was not the time for horseplay.

In the Nebulawood, at one in the morning, there was a trap set to go off as soon as Airlea was in sight, and I would not only make what magic she did have (though rarely used) useless, but also her own strength would no longer exist. For a week. And there was no way she’d be able to survive with healthy food and water – she lived off sweet treats, desserts and energy drinks. Without them, she would be Ignis without Ebony: a nightmare.

They were running out of time.

It was only by happenstance that they had found the trap laid... unleashed. Yet Airlea was still fighting with full force, magic being considered. “Gladio, I’m not going to do it! It could hurt him!”

“Noct isn’t gonna care so long as you survive!”

“I.. do!” She sent an Imp flying with a hefty kick. They were surrounded (one Iron Giant, two Red Giants, three ice bombs, one necromancer and a troublesome Arachnae) and if she didn’t do anything, Noct would have to make a dramatic entrance. A deep clunky sound echoed from the ground, a red light starting to appear from above.

“That must be the draining components. Once they’re put together, she’ll be rendered useless. The same thing that happened twelve years ago will happen again. And she may not survive this time.” Audacia was already preparing for an attack, her tone stern.

It drove Noctis forward. No daemon was going to take her away from him. If she was to die, she would die either fighting valiantly by his side (preferably) or of natural causes, in the warmth of the Citadel.

So he warped to the tallest tree and held out his hand. A flame swarmed his open palm, his face beginning to sweat at the heat, the licking flames. He warped to the attacking red giant and quickly jumped (so the daemon didn’t notice) before landing a burst of flame in the middle, followed by Audacia’s throw of a quadcast firaga (cura level 50) from high above, her landing being the typical highwind of a dragon, with a twist of an ice burst from the lance she carried.

The daemons iced over, and all went quiet for a moment. But the ice began to cackle and fizz, as if the combo had yet to work against the strengths of the daemons. The group were already surrounding Airlea (who started to have a temper tantrum over how none of them ever let her show that she was actually very skilled at killing things) to protect her from whatever happened next.

And that same cackling became a rumble. And the rumble became a hiss, and then it all stopped once more. And he was terrified. They all were. The silence dragged on. And on. And on... And then... He focused hard... He didn’t know if he could do it, but he had to try...

“Shield going up!” He raised his hand, just as his father had before him, just as he had seen Airlea do, and the debris of his and the spitting of embers crashed against the shield he had managed to raise. It wasn’t going to last forever now that the instrument was connected.

It was him going off on a whim, purely out of curiosity, when he chose to fling the shield ahead of him and to the dampener. It took down it’s own shields and then, with a small explosion, it was destroyed.

“Boom, Baby!”

“Prompto, focus on driving  and not on cheering.”

“Iggy, lighten up! I did some adulting and it was –“

“Exploding something is merely satisfying.”

The bantering was the least of his worries. For, when Noctis turned, Airlea was glaring at him. Hard. And he knew he was in trouble. “Caelum, I told you what I was doing.”

“Walking into a trap wasn’t written on the note.” Noctis crossed his arms. “You keep on going out like this, thinking we’re not gonna worry over you! If you told me face to face I could have got here so much sooner and then you wouldn’t be so angry.”

“I’m not angry. You are.”

“Says the one glaring at me like I’m in the wrong.” He scoffed. “Let’s face it, if it wasn’t for us reinforcements, you’d be dead.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, lover boy. Or we won’t be together anymore.”

“Someone’s sour.” Gladio’s remark did nothing to stop the underlying anger from burning up her cheeks. And Noctis found it embarrassingly adorable.

“Amicitia I swear to Shiva, if you don’t stop siding with Caelum, I will make Scientia dunk your head in a vat of ebony laced with laxatives!”

“I won’t do such a thing, Airlea.” As if Airlea saying his last name summoned him, Ignis was there, cleaning his classes.

“Scientia, if you don’t I will confiscate your ebony for a month.”

“I am a strategist and a master of stealth.”

A small, boyish laugh and a grin ricocheted off the trees. “Come on, Airlea. We did just save your life.”

“I didn’t ask you to do so but... thanks... I... I kinda needed it.”

Noctis felt smug. His smile portrayed it along with the mocking bow and the triumphant tone he carried. “Well, Sicarius, I am honoured that myself and my friends have your undying gratitude.” He rose his head to find her rolling her eyes. “I would like us to be the ‘Noctis and Airlea’ we were before this argument. Would you agree?”

She sighed. “Yeah... I do.”

Noctis offered her hand. “Then, allow me to set things right.”

As she took his hand and he straightened, she spoke, as if begging for him to stop annoying her. “You did nothing wrong...”

“Oh? But a hero always does this one thing that I have not yet done.”

“If it’s ‘annoy the person you saved’, you’re doing pretty well.”

Her sass wasn’t the return he was after, but he should have expected it. At least he was winning in one department. And soon he would win in another. He looked to the guys (who all promptly looked away, Gladio’s turn included a chuckled and the traditional ‘wuss’) and then back at Airlea. And with the small action of taking her hair behind her ear, Noctis leant in slowly, voice low and quiet. “I meant this.” And they shared a kiss of sentimentality, of tender value. It put the beauty of the stars to shame.

And so did his blushing face when Prompto snapped a photo.

Airlea rose her brow at the apparent awkwardness between everyone but her... She missed something. And it was big. But what was it? Ardyn? Someone being insensitive?

Her?

Nah. It wasn’t her, surely. She missed the whole ordeal and who was she to bring it all up? After all, right now finding this Royal Arm was far more important than lingering on the past. Or was that only her to believed that? Well, Ignis did, but it was a pretty big deal he was going through. And knowing him, he probably blamed himself for whatever this tense atmosphere was caused by.

Airlea was behind Ignis whilst Gladio was in front with Prompto. Someone had to have his back, there was no telling when he would fall backwards or lose his balance. Or if any enemies were following. She saw Ignis trip up the slope, nearly falling into the electric generator, and she put most of her body in front of him, where she swiftly and gently  helped him regain himself. “Careful there, Ignis.”  She  waited until he nodded in thanks before steering him in the right direction. “Did I miss anything on the train?”

“Yeah. It was a pretty big deal.” Prompto was now on the Ignis’ other side. “Between Gladio and Noct.”

“Did Gladio lose his temper?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And Noct took the full brunt of it. Again.”

“Yup.”

Airlea let out a sigh. That heavy tension was enough to tell her that Gladio was going to snap. And at the wrong time. “I knew it was going to happen.” Another sigh, a hand running down her face. “I knew it was gonna happen some when. Just... didn’t know when.”

It was even harder at Camp that night. No one spoke to anyone. Airlea had taken to guzzling down five energy drinks just to keep her awake through the night. And the next day was harder still. With Gladio and Noctis still not talking, it was as if Gladio no longer cared. And Airlea took his place in protecting and guarding, being in five places at once, trying not to fall asleep.

There were no songs to be sung, no laughs to be laughed. There were no smiles. “Hey, stop walking so fast. You should be caring just as much as us.”

“Maybe he does Gladio .” Airlea was quick to interject before Gladio continued. “Maybe he’s not running from his responsibility as a friend to Ignis. I’m willing to wager he’s running from you. Because I can tell you now, if you had a go at me whilst I was grieving, I’d be doing to.” She laughed dryly and then glared. “There’s a time and place to remind someone of their duty, and it’s not when they grieve for the dead. He cares. Trust me. He talks apologies in his sleep, cries because of the nightmares he faces. Maybe next time sleep comes round, he’d be scared to. So give him time and space. That’s all he needs.”

And she went off again, jogging to catch up with Noctis. He was tired. As if he didn’t sleep that night. As if everything he said, he said awake. Hoping that no one would hear but her. Sure enough, she did. She was there when he struggled, covered in sweat. She was there when he wanted her alert presence. She was there when he threw his head onto her lap. She was there to drape the blanket over him, to say nothing and only massage his temples and kiss his cheek in the vain hope of his final three hours of sleep be free of his fears.

She’d be there for him again now, just like he had stood in wait for her around the bend. The smile he did give her was small and pained, apologetic and like he didn’t deserve anyone. “Airlea...” She felt his hand in hers before she got too far forward. “You don’t have to stick up for me.”

“Noct, remember that guy who told me to take up those heavy things way back when?” He thought for a moment, then nodded. “You had my back. You always have. So let me have yours, okay?” She gave his shoulder a pat. “Come on. Tomorrow’s the last train out of here. We need to find that blade.” She went to walk on again, but he held her hand tighter.

“You’re too good for a... coward like me.” He looked down at their hands.

She blinked momentarily before she realised what he was going on about. When she did her eyes narrowed. “Gladio called you that, did he?” Noctis looked to side. Airlea knew now. She looked over his shoulder and there was no sight of the guys. She looked to her right and saw a rock in which both could sit on. “Come. We should wait for the guys.”

She walked, and he followed. Airlea continued to hold his hand, it didn’t seem like he was willing to let go. And neither was she. He was the first to sit, and she followed. The sun was just about beginning to set and she knew it was going to be another restless night with her diet being energy drinks.  The red-hued rocks began to turn into a burnt ochre, the skies turning red whilst the sun began to lower, yet it cast a warm glow to their faces despite the winter they were sure to come across within a few days.

“You aren’t a coward, Noct.” She saw him look at her with a surprised expression. “Wayward? Sure. Depressed? Aren’t we all. Terrified? More nervous of messing up. But not ready for what life has thrown at you? Most definitely.” She looked at him. “If I were in your shoes... I don’t know how I would have coped. I mean, all the people I’ve lost I’ve had time to recover from before another went. But you? You’ve had it chucked at you before anything could sink in. You broke hard when your Dad died, but you knew you had to continue. If not for Lucis, for him. To do him proud even though you’ve always made him so.”

“Airlea – “

She held up her hand. “You forced yourself to recover before you really had a chance to grieve. And then a few weeks later... Luna... you watched Luna... die. And you couldn’t do anything about it. I could have done something so you could have done something, but I was fighting for my own life, in an ocean, trying not to get shot by Crudelis and his crew, but also get clobbered by Leviathan.” And then she turned and placed a hand on his cheek. “You will recover – just as well as the others. But now you acknowledged everything and you know you need to keep doing this. If not for King Regis, then for Lucis. If not for Lucis, then for Eos. You’re not a coward. You’re just lost.”

He nuzzled his cheek into her palm, eyes staring into hers. “What if I can’t get unlost? What if I can’t find my way.”

“We’ll help you. I’ll be your map to help you. All you need to do, is believe. I know it’s hard, but we’ll get there. Together. With all of us. As a team. Whether Gladio cooperates or not is none of our business, so long as you remain civil.”

“Want to know why I’ve always loved you?” She nodded in curiosity. And he leaned forward, his forehead on her shoulder. “Because you know when I hurt. When I need support and understanding guidance with a pep talk. You don’t... raise your voice unless I raise mine.”

She laughed a little through a breath. “Only because I can’t bring myself to get angry at the man I love.” Airlea looked up when Prompto called her name. She waved and gestured them towards them. They needed filling in on what she had managed to see over the few cliff faces she had managed to somewhat climb. “And because I don’t like being yelled at when I’m suffering. Got to remember though Gladio’s not the easiest to get along with, but when you do get on, he’s there for you. I told him that you need space, and I think he needs Ignis to give him a talk.”

“I’d like to see that work.”

“If it doesn’t, then I’ll just have drive so you two grudgers are forced to get on.”

---

Even after that talk, both of them refused to talk to each other. And if they did, it was just an argument which she had to raise her voice to stop so Ignis wouldn’t have another thing to worry about. She was half tempted to say ‘shield’s protect, not advise’, but she guessed it wouldn’t go down all too well. Even after the battle with the Malbaro, where Ignis felt of use again, they were still refusing to talk. And it was not only driving her up the wall, but everyone else, too. But the tension was... different. It wasn’t intimidating. More... concerned. Like something needed to be said but no one could find the words.

“A moment?”

Ignis was the one to tackle it head on. She was prepared to stand up for him. And so was Prompto.

Gladio turned on his heel, completely ignoring Noct’s prescence. “Everything okay?”

“It bloody well isn’t. And I won’t suffer this pointless bickering in silence any longer.” Airlea felt her eyes lower to the ground and shifted her weight onto one leg, her arms at her sides as if there was nothing more she could do. Like she didn’t even want to be a part of this anymore. She knew that if anyone was to be hurt by their differences, it would be Ignis. He probably blamed himself even though there was nothing he could have done to stop these events. “Let’s be frank.” He was stern now. “My vision hasn’t improved, and it probably won’t.” Airlea hated knowing that this was all going to happen. She hated knowing that this was just the beginning of a war spoilt life. She hated that Ignis was right. “Yet, despite of this... I would remain with you all. Til the very end.” His words were beautiful.

“Sorry, but I object.” Gladio, shut it. “War is a matter of life and death.” He was relatively calm.

“But we’ll be there.” And Prompto already jumped on the chance to protect Ignis, the one man none of them could function without.

Airlea could see Ignis’ temper was bubbling over like a pan ready to come off the heat. She needed to say something. “Let Ignis finish, ladies!” Airlea’s voice was stern, raised, yet calm.

“It’s not about us looking out for him!” Here we go again.

“Uh-huh.” Prompto retorted to Gladio’s apparent determination to have his own way without letting Ignis even continue. “Well, then he should be free to choose.”

“There’s more to it than just what he wants!”

“I know full well!” Just like that, the man no one had ever seen lose his rag, burst. He was the strategist, the tactician, the Prince’s advisor. He knew the consequences better than anyone else. And the silence that fell was enough for him to further emphasis that he knew what he was signing up for. “I won’t ask you to slow down. If I can’t keep up, I will out.”

At last, Gladio looked to Noct. And he spoke, not in the nicest tone. It was more... menacing and sarcastic. “What says ‘his majesty’?”

“Gladio, cut it out.” Airlea moved from her spot. “There’s one way to talk to someone suffering and this isn’t it.”

“Airlea...” Ignis was calm now, despite the remainder of his anger being aimed at her.

“Sorry.” She knew he wanted his say. “Continue.”

Ignis nodded in gratitude and his voice carried an air – it wasn’t commanding, but supportive. He knew. “Noct, you are King. One cannot lead by standing still. A King pushes onwards, always, accepting the consequences and never looking back.” The stern tone came back ever so slightly. Ignis still carried authority as advisor, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. “Gladio, Noct will take his rightful place. But only one he is ready.”

There was an obvious thought process from Gladio. And then he spoke once more. “Fine. But we’re still taking a big risk. We better all be ready.”

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[ladyscientia]

Tempus Vernum Ep.5

That one time the Queen bribed you with Opera tickets.

Ignis x Reader Spoilers below the cut

(If you missed the last episode - ) Episode Four: That one time you met Prompto Argentum (For mobile users that are unable to read under the cut, copy and past the link in your mobile browser or send the link to yourself and open in your browser instead of the app.)

For the past week, you’ve been successfully shadowing Ignis, learning the ins and outs of being the Royal Secretary. You’ve had the weekend off, but not without an assignment. At the end of the day on Friday, Ignis sent you a file of his verbal notes from the last council meeting. Your job was to use the information to compile the monthly political report. You spent so much time listening to his notes that on Friday and Saturday night, you fell asleep with his voice looping in your mind; ‘to affirm these negative assertions of those who deplore the crown, is to bend to them.’

It wasn’t even a sentence that could be used for the political report, but it stood out to you profoundly…

The positive to all this Ignis-exposure was that it helped make him less of a big deal to you. He wasn’t someone to be intimidated by anymore. You could take a breath.

The morning you arrive you to work with an impressive-looking folder in one hand and your own can of ebony in the other. You sit back in your office chair with a yawn. Behind you snow drifts sleepily from the half-lit sky. You take your time organizing your desk and preparing your report for Ignis. The Ebony hits you in just the right spot as you sip.

Ignis joins you not too long after. He sits on the other side of the desk from you as usual, crossing one leg over the other. You notice his dress socks have a cactuar print today,

“I have the political report ready for you,” you tell him with a tinge of excitement. You pass the folder across the desk and he takes it up into his hands. You watch him finger through the leaflets. He traces one of the sticky notes that’s sticking out, then sets the whole thing back on your desk.

“I’ll make sure that Noct gets this right away,” he smiles briefly.

“Don’t you want to look it over first?” you ask with disappointment. But right away you gasp at your own question with embarrassment. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sure your report is quite the affectation,” he responds politely.

“That was really – it was a stupid thing to say. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You’ll come to get used to it over time.”

Your cell phone buzzes on the desk top. In the heat of the awkward semi-argument, you think of ignoring the phone. But the screen lights up and you see that it’s Sam. Ignis is still saying something when you pick the phone up to read the text.

Sam’s message reads; “I’m i’ll. Not coming in today. Hopefully I don’t die in mucus-y agony.”

“Shit.” You say outloud with a grimace.

Ignis looks very confused. ‘Shit’ is not what he was expecting you to respond with to whatever it was that he was saying.

“Sam just texted me,” you explain. “He’s too sick to come in today.”

“It must be serious. Sam rarely stays home.”

“Who should run the front desk?”

“That would be you if you’re up for it.”

You take a minute to let this idea settle in your mind. ARE you up for it?

“Yeah. I think I can handle that. But to be honest, there are still somethings I’m not totally comfortable with.”

“How about this;” Ignis interrupts. “We’ll run the front desk together and in-between tasks, you can read the political report to me. It’s probably best that I look the report over to make sure you’re doing it properly – well, not ‘look’ exactly-“

“-I know what you mean.”

You’re both smiling kind of stupidly for a second.

“Well…let’s get on with it shall we?” Ignis pulls his earpiece out from an inner coat pocket and as he fastens it in place, you realize that he’s wearing different glasses today. They aren’t the bulky goggle-type safety specs, but something with a sleeker, gunmetal frame. The lens have a gradient tint to them.

“I like your glasses today,” you remark casually, gathering up the political report.

“Thank you,” he flashes his teeth with a rare, sheepish grin. “They’re new. I’ve been waiting for them for some time now.”

The morning passes smoothly. Interactions between you and Ignis are sparse as the phones have been ringing nonstop. Ever since since propaganda rained down on the city, there’s been an unrest, making work at the palace more hectic than usual. By the time lunch comes around, Evelyn approaches the desk with her black hair a mess. In between your own work you could see her pulling at her hair in frustration every time the phone rang. She looks exhausted now, and crosses her arms on the high top counter. 

“I’m going to lunch first,” she says, looking at you seriously. “I’m not asking. I’m doing.”

“Go on, then.” You laugh and shoo her away. You add into your earpiece; “hey, Evelyn’s going to lunch. Forward all public relations calls to the main desk.”

Teddy’s voice responds back, “you got it, boss!” He gives you the thumbs up from across the hall.

When you turn back with a sigh, you see Ignis. His hands are folded calmly in his lap. He has a smile on his face that oozes, ‘I AM QUITE PLEASED.’

“What?” you ask. Your cheeks slightly tingle.

“You’re doing very well,” he remarks in earnest. 

Your earpiece buzzes suddenly as one of the other crown channels breaks through. You recognize the voice as one of the Lt. guards that works the second floor. His voice is deep and serious.

“Lady Luna is approaching the main hall.”

Ignis is the first to stand, followed by every other single person in the hall. The members of the guard the work the first floor become rigidly attentive. Eine, at the front door, puts the entrance on lock down. 

Luna appears on the balcony with the flouncy sleeves of her gown rippling behind her. Another woman walks at her side; two heads taller and two times less flouncy. You look at Teddy and direct the earpiece channel to privately connect to him. You whisper; “who is that?”

Teddy gives you a mortified grimace that you’re talking to him at such a serious moment but responds quickly anyways. “Aranea Highwind. Captain of the Queensglaive.”

Queensglaive? That’s new.

Two of the phones start ringing simultaneously. No one picks them up.

“Ah, Lady Luna,” Ignis greets loudly across the hall as Luna and her personal guard start down the stairs. “And Aranea I believe. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Luna presses her tranquil, blue gaze directly on you. “I wish to speak to our new Royal Secretary, Ignis. You may all please be seated.”

You feel a sensation similar to your stomach lurching. ME?

Ignis reclaim’s Sam’s desk chair and the rest of the hall follows suit. He takes a candid sip of coffee and says, “Miss Vernum is doing a spectacular job. I’m sure whatever task you have for her, she’ll be able to exceed your expectations.”

The Queen smiles pleasantly and gets right down to business.  “Miss Vernum, there’s an important event at the Insomnia Art Theatre I wish to attend. I need you to make sure there are four seats reserved for myself and my guests.”

“Sure,” you choke a little and pull a memo pad from the desk drawer to make notes. “What event?”

“The Day of Dawn Fashion Gala,” she answers with ease. “The show is in two night from tonight. The seats need to be close to the runway."

Ignis interrupts, “do you think it’s wise that you be going to a public event with all the tension that’s arising in the city?”

“I need to show my support,” she replies. “The Gala is for a good cause and the people of Insomnia need to see that I won’t back down.”

“So four seats ...” you manage to pipe out. “Two night from tonight.”

“That’s right,” Luna folds her hands at her waist. “And here’s a little gift to show my appreciation since I’m sure this will be no small task seeing as how the gala is probably sold out at this point. Aranea?”

Aranea produces an envelope from the inside of her uniform and slides it to you across the high top counter. 

“What’s this?” you ask, a little nervous to find out.

Luna leans in a little close. Her blonde hair sweeping across the envelope. She says in somewhat of a whisper, “Noctis acquired tickets to the opera for tonight. But I’m not all that interested. You really ought to go if you have time tonight. I’m sure you could use the time to enjoy yourself.”

You peek shyly into the envelope and find two tickets. “I - uh - I don’t really have anyone to go with. At last minute, I mean. I -”

Luna blurts out, “Ignis! You should go with her! You always loved the opera. And then you can act as her crownsguard for the evening to ensure her safety. We can’t be too sure with our own personnel.” 

You whip around to catch Ignis’ expression. He’s frozen with one brow raised. He manages to say, “Of course, Lady Luna. If that would please you.”

“Then it’s settled,” Luna claps her hands excitedly at her chest. “Send word to my living quarters once you’ve gotten the four seats for the Gala reserved.”

“Yes,” you squeak and watch as the ripple of sleeves disappear back up the stairs and beyond the balcony.

-End NEXT EPISODE: Join Miss Vernum and Ignis on an awkward, but lovely trip to the opera. <3

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[chocobo-sunshine]

How would the boys deal with a s/o who was disabled (couldn't walk due to a leg injury)?

Thank you for answering my request! Here you are! ♡

Noctis• Fuck his duties. The thing he cares much in all Lucis is you, and he couldn’t care less about the kingdom when you clearly aren’t fine. So yes, “let’s leave my duty to someone else - usually Ignis, or maybe Cor? -, I have to care about my own world”.• He doesn’t want you to move to the castle during your convalescence, even if everyone requested and gives advice to. He believes that you need a quiet place to stay and rest well, and the Citadel clearly isn’t the best place for you to do so. The final solution is for him to move in to your apartment until you heal - he really wants to be with you 24/7, not just now that you need it -.• You can’t actually believe your eyes, but Noctis really tries to cook for you. You start to get worried when you hear the first whispered course, then a scream. Laughing, you end up taking care of his bruise and finish to prepare the meal. From that moment, you always cook together, and Noct really puts effort in it.• He makes sure you never get bored, and what’s better than a gaming day? You have a lot of free time! He always bring new games to play together, and that brings up the competition a lot, or popular games of the moment that you can take turns playing. Despite your injury, it really is one of the best time of your life.

Prompto• Sunshine Prompto would become a walking knot of anxiety as soon as he’s told you injured your leg. He doesn’t know if it is serious or not, but from that moment he can only think about you, unable to focus properly on every task he was given.• Prompto would literally become your shadow, always ready to help you. He’s so worried he actually looks like a whipped dog. It’s not his fault if you’re injured, but you know he feels guilty for whatever reason. Whenever he feels like that - it’s so easy to guess what’s on his mind! - you throw your hands around his neck and cover him with kisses. You don’t need to say anything more.• When things start to get better, Prompto’s worries fade away one after another, blasting with ideas of what you can do together. He prefers to accompany you outside, walking down some peaceful park - he think the city is still too much for you -, filling his camera with photos of your smile; you’re still is favourite subject, after all.• Whenever you can’t go out, for treatment or because you’re just tired, or when he has to leave with the group, he makes sure to documentate everything with photos, which he can use to tell you everything that happened - he never fails to make you worry with all those “monster-selfie” things, though -, only to show you how the world was. For a moment, Prompto’d fell silent, then wrap you in a tight hug. “It wasn’t that good without you”.

Gladiolus• Gladiolus firstly cope with your injury treating you as you were made out of porcelain and crystal. It doesn’t mean he’s afraid to touch you, but you feel there’s something different in the way he does.• Of course he stays by your side whenever he can, but his duty comes before everything. Knowing how much effort he pours into it, you don’t need to feel bad about it. Even if he has to stay away from time to time, he reaches you every moment he can, with a sweet message or a quick phone call, just to make sure you’re actually okay.• He hasn’t that much of a medicinal knowledge, but he insists to be the one who takes care for you. When he doesn’t know what to do - it happens quite often in the first times -, he leaves the room to “find the leaflet”, but you can hear his whisper while he phones to Ignis to get some instructions.• When your injury starts to heal, and you can walk a little, he prefers that you don’t have to struggle: his favourite way to help you is taking you in his arms as a princess, carrying you around when you need, and making you spin just to hear your laugh and see you smile. That usually ends up with hugs and kisses.

Ignis• Ignis is undoubtedly the most caring human being ever existed. He would love to take care of you in every way possible. He would always be by your side, from the very moment you enter the hospital.• Always perfectly organised, Ignis would manage perfectly his time between work - he’s the Royal Advisor, after all - and you.• Becoming your personal nurse, he would cope with the medicines and convalescence in the best way possible, so that you only have to think about healing perfectly.• When you can start walking again a little with crutches, Ignis would help you by slowly proceeding by your side, step by step. When you feel confident enough to walk without one, he offers his hand for you to hold.• For you, the best thing about your injury is being able to finally have Ignis all for yourself. You know how much he works, and your condition is an excuse for him to rest a little. Still, he would treat you with the best meals, drink a hot cup of tea together while watching TV or playing - yes, he would do that for you -, and read you a bedtime story, so that his voice can fill your dreams.

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[ecchifortheplot]

fucking dead

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