#ffxv writing

[primamchorus]

In Good Hands

In the wake of the Prince's absence, the young Ignis finds himself with a wealth of free time he is not quite used to. Outside his normal routine, at any rate. When the Prince makes his return, however, Ignis makes sure to wear the mantle of Hand of the King with fervor.

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Chatter filled the halls more days than not during the King and Prince’s absence. More so than usual. The neatly dressed boy noticed this as he walked down them in order to continue his classes, as had been instructed of him by his uncle. However, he could not deny the anxiety that welled within his stomach, making him feel a near constant sense of unease.

The boy experienced weeks of this. Nearly two months’ worth while the royal family and a couple of their retainers were overseas.

He knew full well that the King and the Prince needed to go to Tenebrae after the attack that transpired on  the Prince’s way to Cape Caem for their summer vacation a couple months back. From what the boy knew, the Prince returned to the castle in a sorry shape, necessitating a wheelchair in order to get around. The King fretted over him constantly, especially since the Queen of Insomnia’s life had been taken in the attack. It was a saddening and upsetting experience all around.

Opening the door to his private class, the boy glanced up and saw two familiar girls. As expected. They were a momentary distraction from his thoughts. Friends, for the most part. They were from one of the other noble houses: House Vox. The boy knew them as the future Ears of the King, Vera and Lyra Vox. He then noted their private teacher who wrote up a list of items on the chalkboard.

They were to write an essay, apparently, about the history of Insomnia.

Nodding at the Vox siblings in greeting, the boy adjusted his bag and walked toward his typical seat. Once he took his seat, the teacher explained briefly what she expected of them for the day. It was just essays on previously learned material. Open book.

Simple enough.

The boy stared down at his notebook after he got it opened and set before him. His thoughts drifted every now and then. It was hard to think about the past history of Insomnia when there were current events that were shaping the history of their kingdom as they sat there.

He hated fidgeting, but the boy could not help how he twisted and rolled his pencil between his fingers. The teacher got up and excused herself from the classroom, only offering a brief departing statement. After the teacher left, closing the door behind herself, the boy was tapped gently on his shoulder.

He turned, knowing who to expect already. He saw one of two girls looking at him; Vera. What he did not expect was the worried expression on her face. Turning to give her his full attention, he gave her an unwavering, expectant look.

“What is it, Vera?” the boy asked, his voice a low whisper.

There was hesitance from Vera as she lifted a hand to nervously curl a finger into her black hair. She broke eye contact, and her lips pursed into a tight frown. This concerned the boy as he watched her.

“Aestus reported to our family last night,” Vera started, glancing back at the other girl behind them briefly before looking back at the boy. “We think our dad already told your parents, but…you should know that there was a Niflheim raid at the Fenestala Manor when they found out that the King and Prince made contact. Queen Sylva is dead… As is Ros’ mother, Aurae.”

There was a pain in the boy’s chest just then. Was this what people meant when they claimed it felt like a knife was driven into them?

Two attacks in such a short time from one another? Was Niflheim really interested in souring what already tenuous relationship it had with Lucis?

“What of the royal family?” the boy slowly managed, keeping himself as level as he could. Of course he wanted to know immediately the status of the King and Prince.

“Safe…as far as we’re aware. Our brother said that they vacated the premises quickly. Supposedly, the King was meant to bring back the Queen of Tenebrae’s children, but…he couldn’t.” Vera let out a silent sigh. “Just…when Noctis is back, do your best not to bombard him with too many responsibilities, Ignis. I think the last thing he would want to think about being back here is about anything that has to do with being a Prince or even part of the Crown for a bit.”

Ignis gave a slow nod in understanding, a frown upon his lips as he turned back toward his work. Looking over his shoulder briefly, he said, “thank you for telling me, Vera.”

Vera slunk back into her own chair, glancing briefly at her sister, and resumed writing her essay. When Ignis heard their pencils scribbling on paper, he closed his eyes and brought a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Summer was meant to have been more of a break for all of them, but it seemed fate was much more inclined to make things difficult.

Really, there was much to bear in mind upon the Prince’s return.

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The day finally came when the Prince returned alongside the King. The mood was somber, as had been expected, especially considering all of what Ignis learned beforehand from Vera. However, Ignis did his best to not allow this to deter him too much…at least from his studies and other obligations around the royal grounds as he had come to fold into his daily routine.

Still, Ignis’ mind wandered. It was hard not to think about everything else.

After all, there were missed assignments that had to be passed to the Prince. Folders and collections of homework that the Arms had brought back from school. Not to mention that there were plenty of other things that happened in the time that the Prince and King had been away that Ignis wanted to bring up and speak on further when it came to meeting with the Prince once more.

Ignis shook his head, his brow furrowed. He was falling into that state of mind of making sure that everything that the Prince needed to take care of was ready to have been delivered. Vera was right when he recalled her small plea. The Prince would need time to just…have his mind find peace in a familiar place.

Tasks were complete. That was what was important for now as Ignis collected himself as best he could. He thought better than to seek out the Prince right away. Now that he grounded himself back into all the reasons he should keep to himself for now.

With the excitement of the Prince having returned from Tenebrae, Ignis found himself staying at the Citadel later than normal. He roamed the halls, having been given permission from his father at the time. The feeling of having so much freedom was foreign to Ignis as he walked down the polished halls. This much must have been reflected in his perplexed expression, twisted that way as his mind continued to flit back and forth between duty and keeping himself restrained.

‘Troublesome…’ Ignis idly thought to himself as a sigh fell from his nose. Of course he was worried and concerned. Not even for the Prince, but for one of the other noble children that would have been greatly affected by the news that was sure to reach him swiftly -- the Prince’s own cousin.

Was there even anything he could do to occupy his time? To distract himself?

Ignis paused in the corridor, hand soon going to his chin. He gave thought to what he could have been doing. His parents were always adamant about him being taught to have been the future Hand of the King. For the most part, it was all he knew. What was there that he could do that was not part of that routine?

Time felt like it dragged on as Ignis resumed walking the halls in idle fashion. His pensive expression remained, and thoughts flowed through his head. The more he considered anything, the less aware he became of his surroundings beyond routine. After all, his surroundings became a big part of that routine. They were the same, never changing, and memorized by this point. They were so well memorized, he was sure he could walk them blindfolded if need be.

Ignis hid his frustration well. The only thing that would have made it evident is if anyone tried to interact with him. His thoughts were scattered and loud. He was focused on just moving and following the familiar pattern of routine.

Each hall. Each window. Each door. Each tile.

Memorized.

Routine.

Routine…

There was no routine. Not now. Perhaps not for a while.

When Ignis finally came back to the reality around him, he found himself in an all too familiar hall. It was the hall that led to the Prince’s quarters.

Ignis pursed his lips momentarily.

This was not where he intended to go.

‘And where did you intend to go?’ Ignis bitterly thought to himself. He looked down the hall, noting the absence of guards. Perhaps the Prince was being cared for elsewhere? It was only the first official day since he returned from Tenebrae.

Turning, Ignis decided it was perhaps best he be on his way. Surely the Prince was not here, not that it would have mattered. The Prince needed his rest. Especially after everything Ignis had been told by Vera.

The sound of a door being opened made Ignis pause and look over his shoulder. When he cast his gaze down the hall once more, he saw the door to the Prince’s room swinging open with some difficulty. Ignis did not think twice about running down to hold the door open.

“Noct!” Ignis could not help how the Prince’s nickname fell from him with a sense of both elation and worry.

The Prince – Noct – struggled to get past his door with his new crutches. It seemed for all the time the Prince was gone, he went from being bound to a wheelchair to being able to walk again with some aid. Ignis only heard what happened and what affected the Prince in passing, but he never forgot. He never forgot how people ran left and right down the halls, disrupting his routine. He never forgot the hushed whispers and rising panic from some of House Viridis about how the young Prince was touched by the Starscourge.

“Are you well enough that you can be walking out on your own?” Ignis asked, reigning in his own rising panic. He tried to avoid looking at the crutches, but he could not help it.

This did not escape Noct's notice.

For a moment, Noct’s expression soured. He readjusted the crutches under his arms and began to meander past Ignis. He hobbled, clearly not used to the crutches in any full capacity.

Ignis noticed they were just a couple inches too long for Noct. Furrowing his brow, Ignis watched Noct a while longer before trailing behind him. Then he walked in step with him, keeping his gait slow in order to walk alongside him.

Silence with the occasional clack, clack of the crutches filled the air.

“... I took to organizing your wardrobe and bookshelves while you were away,” Ignis started, attempting to cut through the silence and at least bring some semblance of normalcy to them.

Silence once more.

“I also made sure any new comics that were picked up for you were placed on top of your dresser to read later if you so wished,” Ignis continued. Surely there was something that Noct would have latched onto in order to pursue some sort of interaction.

Noct paused, then so did Ignis. For a moment, Ignis looked at the back of Noct curiously, noting how his head tilted downward to look at the floor.

“... Can you and everyone else stop treating me like a child…?” Noct quietly said. It was clear that he was beginning to seethe. Or perhaps, he was finally showing the cracks that he was trying to keep together since coming back from Tenebrae.

“I--” Ignis cut himself off, and he looked away. “I’m sorry.”

Of course. It was natural for Noct to harbor misgivings and rage from everything that happened in such a short amount of time. Ignis knew this, though he thought casual conversation would have helped to take the Prince’s mind from it all.

Evidently not.

Perhaps the wounds were too new to soothe.

“...” Noct slowly turned toward Ignis, his crutches clacking as he adjusted. “... It's… It's not your fault. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just…”

Ignis turned his attention back toward Noct. When silence filled the air once more, he stepped forward and motioned forward with a slight bow. “Think nothing of it, Prince Noctis. I know you're probably wanting to walk around, but may we find a place to sit?”

Noctis considered the question momentarily and turned back in the direction he was headed initially. He hobbled forward, finally replying with, “yeah, sure…”

Their venture in finding a place to sit brought them to one of the suspended gardens where a bench was present. When they were seated, Ignis took up the crutches and began fiddling with them so that they were adjusted for Noctis’ height. Noctis watched in silence, a frown present on his lips.

“Hey, thanks…” Noctis quietly said, having realized what Ignis was doing. “The nurses in Tenebrae that looked after me showed me how to use them, but…”

Noctis trailed off, his gaze falling to the ground.

“... I know,” Ignis replied. He figured that Noctis must have been thinking about the attack. “It…can't have been easy. I'm sorry for what you went through.”

“... Yeah…” Noctis idly responded. It was a response more to indicate he heard Ignis at all more than to affirm anything regarding the discussion as a whole. Shifting in his seat, Noctis leaned back and looked up, staring at the darkening sky beyond the garden's glass ceiling. “I…just wish we could have brought them here. Luna. Ravus. Stella…”

Ignis kept his attention on Noctis, back straight, gaze unwavering.

“... Dad tried… With Luna at least…” Noctis continued. He clenched his jaw, his brow furrowing in frustration. “If I could have just run on my own…maybe then…”

“It's not your fault, Noct,” Ignis interjected, furrowing his brow. He placed the readjusted crutches close to Noctis. “You can't help being injured. It's Niflheim at fault for everything. They took advantage of not just your vulnerability, but the Oracle's as well as they cared for you.”

The air felt tense for a moment, and Ignis believed he crossed a line with what he said. However, he remained firm, his attention never leaving Noctis.

It was true, was it not? After all, Vera reported to him about the attack, and there was no reason to doubt the Ears of the King -- not with information like that.

“Yeah… You’re right…” Noctis finally said. He kept his gaze pointed upward. “I hope Dad does all he can to help them. If he can’t, then when I become King…I’ll free them. I’ll free all of Tenebrae and the rest of the lands from Niflheim’s rule.”

#ffxv #ffxv writing #my writing #ffxv oc #oc: vera vox #ignis scientia #noctis caelum #noctis lucis caelum #canon rewrite #ffxv: reimagined

[lexsssu]

Wish (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, breeding, impregnation, reunion sex, drabble Ao3 ver.

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“ ...make up for all the time we spent apart and keep you so full of me that you’ll forget what it’s like not to… ”

Noctis loves the way your legs lock around his waist even tighter in response to his promise. It reassures him that you want this as much as he did.

That you want him as much as he wants you.

Despite being left to raise your son alone (albeit with help from the gang and everyone else) for all these years as he fulfilled his destiny, it soothes the king’s weary heart to know that some things never change.

Although both of you were a little older, a little more damaged than the young adults who had to carry the weight of the world upon their shoulders, Noctis is relieved to have you clutching him as tightly and desperately as he did to you.

He’d long lost count of how many times he came into your greedy hole that seemed all too happy to receive his cum. With Aelius tucked in bed, it was time for mommy and daddy to get to work and give the boy the baby siblings he’d been asking for.

And because Noctis had most of his son’s childhood to make up for, how can he deny his heir’s wish? 

If anything, the King of Light knows for sure that his own old man is probably smiling down from somewhere in the big sky at his earnest efforts to expand your little family.

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.

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Huh, maybe he should convince you to do it on the throne one of these days—

#lexsssu writes #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis lucis caelum x you #noctis lucis caelum x y/n #ffxv x reader #final fantasy xv x reader #crossposted on ao3

[esamastation]

Some FFXV fic ideas, with spoilers and crossovers.

1. The gods are just wrong. The Starscourge doesn't go away and the Long Night doesn't end. Nothing changes with Ardyn's death… except that now Bahamut no longer has a scapegoat and what does a narcissist do when they lose their scapegoat? They lash out and find a new one. Noctis and Lunafreya end up as the new scapegoats because they "failed to fulfil the prophecy". They do time travel about it.

2. Ardyn puts another clone in Prompto's cell along with him for shits and giggles, and to make Noctis "pick out the real Prompto". This other clone turns out to be Cloud Strife.

3. New Game+ where only the Arminger travels back in time. Noctis and the bros step out into the world and suddenly have several hundred missions worth of accumulated funds and loot and all their weapons are completely overpowered. And then there's all the documents - and Prompto's camera and photo albums, with 10+ years worth of pictures of the future.

4. During the Long Night the surviving members of Kingsglaive (and maybe the Crownsguard?) get back their access to the King's magic and the Armiger back. How, when Noctis is the king and he's in ice? Time travel, ghostly apparitions, oaths by proxy?

5. In a random Daemon summoning experiment, Verstael Besithia and Ardyn summon Vincent Valentine. Who, when you think about it, is a bit like Ardyn, just not as… much.

#fanfic ideas #FFXV #FFVII #God I just wanna write something but my brain feels like mush

[blossom-adventures]

Although the King and the Lord shield are well aware of their relationship, the Captain of the Kingsglaive and the Marshal of the Crownsguard need to keep it secret for the rest of the staff in the Citadel, presenting their relationship as purely professional when they are in the corridors of the Citadel, however that facade doesn’t continue in the private offices

I commissioned the incredibly talented artist @wombywoo to do this for me, thank you so so much, it’s gorgeous and I can’t stop looking at it!

I’m going to take this opportunity to also say I have finally named my FFXV fic, it’s still a WIP and I haven’t finished the prologue yet, but I am happy with the title as it works for the 2 main ships in the story

My story is going to be called…

Guard & Glaive

#blossom rambles #ffxv #blossom’s writing #ffxv kingsglaive #cor leonis #titus drautos #art commission

[tonberry-yoda]

hi hello okay i’m back because i just heard that FINAL FANTASY 16 IS COMING OUT AND IM SUPER PUMPED BC LIKE AHHHHHHHH! but with that being said, can you write hcs for the chocobo boys (if not just prompto is fine💕) with a medic s/o? they are kinda witchy but love cooking and handling animals but they also are the medic for the team bc the squad can’t all rely on noct😭😭 gaaahh tysm and BIG CONGRATS ON THE MAGAZINE THATS SO FRIGGIN COOL!!!💕💕

Chocobros with a medic s/o

notes - I HAD TO GET TO THIS ONE BECAUSE IVE HAD A SECRET FFXV BRAINROT AHHHH. And omg I am also super excited for FFXVI!!!! <33333 I just love this idea too so thank you so so so so much for sending it in <333 AND OMFG THANK YOU FOR THE CONGRATS IT MEANS THE WORLD I AM SO EXCITED TO SHOW YOU GUYS!!!

Prompto

this man is so grateful to you

like you are his saving grace

we all know this little dummy will find his way to fall in a ditch and hurt his arm by accident

without you, he'd probably be dead LMFAO

he will always walk up to you and in the cutest little voice be like... "y/n, I hurt my arm again"

and you'll just jokingly sigh and fix him right up

he always asks you about how you do it and all that and finds it really cool that you are able to fix him up with herbs and stuff

and when you cook for him??? he would never tell iggy, but he loves your cooking more ;)

also the fact that you're good with animals makes chocobos love you which means they are always just around you and that makes prompto love you more <3

Ignis

BRAINROT

you two definitely were the enemies to lovers troupe

like you were competing

you both could cook and take care of the others so it was immediate competition

you were always pushing each other around in a kitchen or whatever

but then you realized it was easier for you to deal with stuff as a team

and ofc you fell in love <3

he thinks you are very talented and honestly, when he's hurt, he will come to you and always feel bad lol

like he will feel like a burdan

please remind him that he isnt <3

he will love to learn how you use your herbs and stuff <3

overall, he just loves how amazing and talented you are and is so thankful about how you help the rest of the group

Gladio

this man trusts you with his life

he is always getting beat up and needs you there by his side to help

he appreciates it a bunch

and you'll always call him a big dummy when he gets hurt and then get straight to working on him, but that always makes him blush

make him ramen

please

like homemade stuff

please stop this man from eating cup noodles

but yeah, he is always getting hurt so to watch you work on him and help him out means the world to him

Noctis

this man gets too embarrassed to tell you he's hurt, so you always have to spot it

omg what a child

you will always get on his ass about that and he'll just be blushing as you work on him

ignis gets mad because you are super nice about Noct being picky and will make him food he enjoys instead of trying to make him something he doesnt like lol

you will baby him a bit because he is the king and he needs to be protected <3

he gets blushy when you do and act like he doesnt like it, but we all know he does <3

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[sanjismywhore]

Breaking The Bed

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, rough sex, afab reader

Gladio is a giga chad and breaks the bed

Re-upload because something glitched

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Gladio’s hips rutted against yours. His palm perched up on the swell of your ass while his other hand pressed into the curve of your spine. He used his strength to keep you pinned flush against him, chest to chest, while you rocked back and forth on his lap; kissing him softly.

The softest sigh escaped your lips as a low moan echoed through his mouth. He felt the vibration course through him, causing him to smirk and suck gently on your lower lip. His mouth slid down your neck. The gentle kiss was followed by his tongue licking at the sensitive spot under your jaw.

He moved lower to nip at your throat, making sure to cover every inch of skin with his kisses. You hands tangled in his hair as his fingers trailed down your front. Teasing the skin along stomach before settling over your clit, rubbing circles around it as he kissed you hungrily.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, squeezing his length, letting a whimper slip smooth off your tongue like silk to his ears. “Gladdy…”

A moan ripped deep within his throat, pushing himself harder against your center. His hands moved from your clit back up to cup your ass.

As if sensing your need, Gladiolus lifted his hips upwards, burying himself deeper within you. His thick cock stretching you out even more, “You drive me crazy, y’know that?” He grunted with pleasure as your walls hugged him tight.

You could feel every thrust, every slight movement of his cock perfectly. Moaning his name once again, you tried to bury your face into his chest. His chuckle, as boisterous as it was, gave you goosebumps.

Gladio brought one of his rough hands up to cup your face. As he stroked your cheek with his calloused fingers, he mumbled. “Eyes on me sweetheart.”

Your gaze shifted upwards so fast it almost made you dizzy, but it never left his face. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of watching him; the way the darkness in his amber eyes bored into your soul with hunger and desire. Or how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth when his gaze drifted towards your lips.

“Just look at me.” He grunted. You could feel his other hand press harder into the small of your back, forcing your hips to roll against the movement of his thrusts.

Your breath hitched with each one, feeling the burn in your core build. Gladio leaned forward to capture your lips again. Moaning softly in the entanglement of your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your hands ran through his locks, pulling him closer. Gladio let out a deep moan in against your lips deepening the kiss even further. As you began rocking more urgently into his body, he squeezed your ass. You gasped against his mouth.

He chuckled under you, “You want more?”

You swallowed thicky, nodding vigorously. Your hands fisted the fabric of his tank-top, tugging him closer to you until his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder. Thanks to his sturdy build, you could lean all your weight against him as he hugged your smaller form.

Enveloping your body into a tight embrace, Gladiolus grunted against your skin as he worked to increase the tempo of your movements. You moaned louder to which he snickered against your lips. With his firm grip never falterting, he leaned backwards with you in his arms until his back hit the plush mattress. You yelped in surprise.

The springs groaned, the wood creaked, and the bedframe knocked against the wall. His cock throbbed within you as he bent his knees, planting his feel firmly on the bed with you still in his lap.

Gladio’s laugh sent a chill down your spine. He covered the side of your face with wet kisses, tickling the skin with his facial hair. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were begging for it, princess.” With his lips close by your ear, you could practically hear the smirk plastered on his face.

His movments slowed momentarily, giving you a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the change in gravity.

With every slow thrust, Gladio whispered sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to get lost in your own rapture. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.” He kissed the top of your head. His words filled your entire world, wrapping you in an intoxicating cloud of lust.

And suddenly he pistoned his hips hard, thrusting up into your soaked cunt with exertion. The loud smacking of his hips became drilled in your head as he drove into you repeatedly.

You laid on his chest helplessly as he held you down with his own brute strength. His grip was tight on your body as he buried his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.

He slammed his cock into you relentlessly, balls smacking against your ass with each thrust. He pounded into you as if he was trying to fuck himself through every inch of your body. ”Fuck me,” You huffed as the wind got knocked out of you.

It was an order, not a request. Gladio didn’t hesitate to comply. Grinding his cock into you, he thrusted his pelvis hard against yours as if that would help you find release faster. He just kept fucking into you harder and harder. Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, soaking the entire length. And he still fucked you with everything he had.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down as he pounded into you. His breathing was heavy, labored. His chest heaved with each thrust. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in ecstasy.

He moaned as he felt you clench around him, your wetness dripping down your thighs.

As he kept thrusting, he realized that he would only continue to get lost in you. No matter how far he could climb to chase his high, his desire remained insatiable.

Even now, hours later, dawn was approaching. After what had felt like a lifetime to Gladio, his dick still throbbed, desperate for more.

Straddling your figure as you laid on your stomach, he ground his hips down into you. Either of his hands rested on your hips as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

The sheets were wrinkled in your grasp, pillows scattered around. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, hair disheveled. Your clothes were no where to be found. Presumably somewhere scattered on the floor, but you paid no mind.

He was still pounding into you, stretching you open so that you could take him, and only him. Every time his hips made contact with your ass, it jiggled—to which he found amusing.

Gladiolus smiled slightly, running his finger down your spine. A shiver of delight rippled through your body. His smile grew into a full fledged grin. Sitting up straight, he continued to pound into you. “Beautiful.” His purred to himself.

He knew he had you completely enthralled by his cock. “Gladdy,” You moaned his name, arching your back against him. He smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him, continuing to pump himself into you as your thighs shook, clenching around his cock.

Occasionally he would hold your waist tight and push your face down into the pillows below, whispering the most vulgar obscenities to your ear.

“Shit, babygirl.” “Yeah, you like that?” “Fuck yeah, take that cock.” “So fuckin tight.”

He would slam into you over and over again, abusing your swollen pussy with such ferocity that it caused a sharp pang of pleasure to shoot through youe core. Then he’d shealth himself deep inside, growling through clenched teeth. “You’re takin me so well.”

Every second you spent with him felt like forever. But it couldn't have been any more satisfying. He was make love to you until you shattered from his lips; his touch; his words, his cock.

His fingers dug into your hips; nails scraping against your skin, creating small trails of bruises. “You’re mine, y’know that?”

You could only respond in moans or whimpers. Your speech barely comprehensable to him, but he didn’t care. Every sound or movement you made told him all that he needed to know.

It was a wonder how no one knocked on your door to complain about all the noise. Not Prompto or Ignis, or the other motel quests. Not even Noctis. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the others had been listening throughout the night, but the thought was soon drowned out by your own moans.

The bed croaked in response to your passionate lovemaking. The wooden frame beat the wall over and over and over again in sync with Gladio’s thrusts, scratching off the paint.

You felt his bare chest make contact with your back as he leaned down, mixing his sweat with yours. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your skin. Your name fell from his lips with a grunt. The sound was music to your ears.

You swore to the Astrals that you could’ve fallen apart right then and there.

You let out a soft cry into the pillow, shuddering from every overhwelming sensation.

“Fuck (Name),” He kissed your shoulder blade, leaving light trails of teeth marks as he slowed the ferocity of his thrusts while still making sure to reach the most peasureable depths inside you

Gladiolus growled against the crook of your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him. “Oh shit…” He grunted, grinding into you harder. His breathing grew heavier as he wrapped his arms tight around you. Your body was practially buried beneath his weight.

You bit down on the pillow, muffling out a moan into it. His large hand caressed your lower abdomen as he pulled you tighter to his body. The bed squeaked under him as his hips rolled along with yours.

Your back arched against his hard chest, your legs trembling from both the excitement and exhaustion. Your muscles tightened in an instinctual reaction whenever he took you this far. “Please.” You whimpered just loud enough for him to register, aching for relief.

Picking up speed yet again, Gladio shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead, dampening the strands of hair that hung onto his forehead. His muscular thighs tensed and flexed as he continued his relentless pounding.

You whimpered weakly, burying your face deeper into the pillow. Every thrust caused your clit to sting from overstimulation.

Coincidentally, every hard thrust caused the bed to croak louder and louder behind the lewd sounds.

Gladiolus let out a loud grunt, slamming into you with renewed vigor. Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t believe that this was happening. He continued to thrust with an intensity that left you trembling, unable to stop yourself from cumming right away.

A faint cracking could be heard coming from somehwhere in the room, but you didn’t pay any mind to it. As a final thrust brought forth your orgasm, it felt as if the walls came crumbling down. You emitted a loud cry of ecstasy.

And with yet another orgasm for the night, the bed finally gave out one last croak before collapsing in on itself.

CRACK

The bed’s legs cracked first, then the entire bedframe gave in and fell flat to the ground.

There was a pause that lasted way too long, leaving you both dead silent. It was like the world had stopped. Neither of you moved, almost too scared to break the bed further.

It took a few seconds to register what happened. Thankfully the mattress didn’t slide off during the event, so neither of you got hurt. Both emitting soft gasps, Gladio was the first to lift himself up to check out the damage.

You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and still trembling from your orgasm. And while his cock was still standing proud, still leaking with want, he ignored it entirely.

He got off of you. Rubbing the back of his neck as he grimaced at the state of the bed.

“Shit…” He cursed, reaching for the broken bed frame.

“Is it bad?” You weakly sat up, cheeks flushed and eyes puffy. “It’s gonna cost us a couple thousand Gil...” Gladio shrugged, glancing back at you.

Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows. Your legs wobbled as you stood, letting the blood rush to your limbs once you regained your balance. “You think Iggy’ll lecture us later?” You chuckled softly, leaning forward to grab onto Gladio’s forearm, using it to steady yourself.

“I bet he’ll make us cook for a week.” He laughed, assuring you with a soft peck to your cheek. “I’m gonna have a great time explaining this to the owner...” He grunted, briefly leaving your side.

Walking around the room, he picked up the clothes scattered all over the foor. “We really outdid ourselves didn’t we?” Gladio added with a small grin, looking down at you with amusement.

You laughed softly to yourself and pulled yourself together. “Yeah, definitely did.” You glanced at the mess of the bed again, then looked at him.

“Never expected you to be so… passionate.” You smiled sheepishly.

Gladiolus scoffed, sliding his boxers back on. “Well you weren’t expecting a gentle giant, were ya?” He teased. Walking over to where you stood, he pulled you towards him and kissed your temple.

“Nah, never.” You grinned up at him, resting your hand over his chest. “You made it worth my while.” You whispered, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

He let out a satisfied hum, “That’s not all I got in store for you, babe.” Playfully squeezing your ass, Gladio pulled you in for a kiss. After a couple more minutes he broke the kiss and turned away from you, grabbing his phone.

“Get yourself dressed and go see Iggy. He’ll probably let you sleep in his room.” He uttered as he put his pants back on.

As you picked up your clothes and shuffled towards the bathroom, you turned back to look at him momentairly. “And what about you?” You asked.

“I’ll stay here and call the front desk.” He answered as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it back on. “Don’t tell Ignis just yet. Wouldn’t want him getting pissed at you for my mistake.”

#x reader #ffxv fic #ao3 fanfic #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy xv #final fantasy gladiolus #gladiolus x reader #ffxv gladio #gladiolus amicitia #ff15 gladio #ffxv gladiolus #gladiolus amicitia smut #gladiolus amiticia #gladio x reader #smut #ffxv #ff15 x reader #tumblr writers #writing #fanfic #final fantasy fanfiction #gladiolus smut

[poisonsword]

This game has me on a chokehold istg that I see it in almost everything. Hear me out:

I found a song called Hazel Eyes by Sabrina Jordan. And the lyrics:

I fell astray, but I am bone & blood And I am bound by love to your hazel eyes I fell astray, but in you, I have found That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes

All I could think about is Carlo and Romeo. And it doesn't help that the album cover is this:

The curl of the hair, and the freckles made my mind go CARLO CARLO CARLO

I think I'm going insane smh

#last time I had a hyperfixation this bad was FFXV #i CANT #lies of p #lies of p carlo #carmeo #lies of p romeo #i mean maybe its good?? #like ever since I got dragged down this hole #I AM WRITING STUFF #HELLO i havent written since 4 years ago

[domesticfluffsimulator]

The thing is that while both Gladio and Ignis have servant positions and Gladio is more clearly associated with the weapon role, there is more ties around Gladio that do not unilaterally tie him to Noctis. In a way, the fact that the whole Amicitia name is branded as the king's shield de-objectifies the concept: Gladio is born to serve, the way his father was born to serve, but that is a relationship they have together, and Gladio has ties with Cor too. His DLC, while also tied to his worth as a servant, is still mostly something he does for himself and his father, separated from the group. Overall, while it is fun to examine the lengths of his devotion and obedience, the story diffuses the objectifying nature of it, making him an element of the crown rather than a guard dog for Noctis alone.

Ignis gets nothing of all that. While he is not sworn servant at birth, he is sworn young enough that the difference isn't felt. He has a family, we are told, but it never becomes relevant. The story doesnt give him anyone. Instead, everything about him is made about Noctis - every flash back and anime episode and DLC, is made about his use to Noctis as a person and Noctis' bodily integrity especially. And he is willing to sacrifice his own integrity for him.

This is the compelling argument about objectification--not that he is a weapon, or a guard, or a savior, but that he is also the cook and the driver and the guy who cleans the apartment. and nothing else. nothing but an extension of, not even Noctis' will, but simply Noctis' existence. So unwilling to exist in a reality that doesn't include him, so incapable of it, that he gets an alternate reality just so he can save - and continue to serve - his prince.

#ffxv #ignis scientia #ignoct #implied #episode ignis #oracle ignis during world of ruin was a good longfic idea and I should write it. ugh

[blind-royal-guardian]

Today's the day, was a pleasure to work with @jazzybot4 on this @ffxvreversebang2024 bang season. Here is the story they crunched out for this piece of art. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55438702

Find the whole event entries here

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/FFXVReverseBang2024

#blindroyalguardian #ffxv #digital art #digital sketch #digital illustration #noctis #noctis lucis caelum #gladio amicitia #Gladio #jazzybot4 writing #ffxv ​reverse bang 2024

[storiumemporium]

A personal piece of advice for those out there!

Please, give yourself some grace about your writing. You're not obligated to have a story posted with an allotted time (even if you set a date! Life happens, mental happens, people aren't owed your creative effort).

And I want to especially stress this for my fellow creatives with multiple works in progress!

You're trying to juggle things, some might be more important than others, you might have more inspiration for one than another. None of this exceeds a single fact, though; you're only a person. You're not a machine, you aren't expected to churn out all three at an equal- and equally steady- pace.

Breathe, babes. You're okay, it's okay, you'll get it done when you get it done. An inch at a time is better than nothing at all, and yes, working on another project but not that one you're stressing about? That's still progress. Still an inch.

Better than overwhelming and overstressing yourself so much that you drop everything.

You got this.

#Emporium Posts #writing #advice #writing advice #fanfic #fandom #hotd #house of the dragon #the witcher #witcher #arcane #ffxv #resident evil #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #creativity #dragon age #devil may cry #dmc #stranger things

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

In 'welcome home please stay' - how do Regis et al react to the news that the Galahdians, for the most part, don't /want/ to come back to Insomnia?

"It was certainly unusual," Regis murmured into the quiet room.

All three occupants of his private office - including him - were staring at the stack of envelopes a... sentient breath of wind? had ploped down on his desk, all the while giggling about somthing in a language none could understand.

Cor let his sword vanish back into the armiger, while Clarus also slowly relaxed his stance. Regis gently poked one of the letters, his magic churning beneath his skin like a river of crystalline glass. Nothing happened.

"What was that?" Clarus demanded to know, even though he knew no one could answer.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Regis said. "However these appear to be quite ordinary letters."

"You sure?" Cor asked eyeing the stack like it might come alive and try to murder them.

They were quite eclictic, the envelopes. Some were large and thick - a normal brown - some were smaller and red or green or blue aor any other colour under the sun. Those looked like they were from store bought birthday cards. Some were ordinary envelopes and others looked like they had been folded by hand out of whatever had been available.

"They reek of chaos," Cor rumbled. "Be careful, Regis. Getting letters from fae is never a good thing."

"They are addressed to my official name, and all are written by a different hand, from what I can tell. If I had to venture a guess, whatever brought the letters here was simply delivering them," Regis said.

He picked one of them up. One of the larger ones. The paper of the envelope was thick and of high quality - a beautiful golden brown sealed with greyish black wax. A finely detailed flower was depicted in it.

Picking up a letter opener, Regis carefully upened the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of papers. After skimming over the first few lines, he felt the colour drain from his face.

"Regis?"

Clarus took a step closer in worry.

"This letter is from one Luche Lazarus. With this he is handing in his resignation from the Glaive and states his refusal to step back on Lucian soil unless he has to."

"... What?"

#ask #hamelin-born #ffxv #fae au #welcome home please stay #glaive mass resignation #that desk will soon be buried under letters #poor regis #geist writes #geist answers

[primamchorus]

Ever Beating Heart

Insecurities and frustrations arise as Ros stands before the grave of his departed mother. The burden of being the only true Heart left in service to the Crown weighs down upon his shoulders, threatening to crush him. For what is his purpose when he has no one to properly teach and nurture his ability into being a proper Heart of the King?

Warnings: Grief, Loss of Family, Minor Emetophobia (nothing graphic; goes more into the vivid depictions of the feeling of nausea)

Word Count: 1,930

Before a marble tombstone stood a boy no older than thirteen years. In his hands, he held a bouquet of dead and wilted flowers, limp and brown. He had already laid down a fresh bouquet consisting of white peonies, daffodils, and carnations. Upon the tombstone read the name Aurae Viridis.

The boy stared for a time at the tombstone. He pursed his lips, bringing his free hand up to move some loose strands of brown hair from his vision. It was not often he found himself in the royal cemetery on his own. The boy had originally been there to change the flowers on his own rather than leaving it to the groundskeepers. Though he lingered, staring hard into the white marble. More and more his feet felt reluctant to leave.

“Hey… Mom…” the boy finally spoke. His lips parted momentarily. Closing his mouth, he looked down at the wilted flowers in his hands, trying to think of anything to say, or get off his chest. His mind was filled with all kinds of things that could have been said to alleviate the weight he felt accumulate within.

A sigh left him.

“Dad's been well…” the boy finally started. “He's been helping me stay on track, you know? Just…sometimes it's hard. I feel really weak compared to everyone else.”

The boy had no initial intention of staying there, he really did not. Though the more words started to come out, he found himself crouching down and then sitting on his knees. He placed the wilted flowers aside, freeing his hands.

“I know I shouldn't compare myself to them. Dad and Uncle are always telling me that I shouldn't compare myself to them,” the boy said, scoffing as he looked down at the grass. “You'd probably say that healing magic is just as important or powerful. Or something…”

The boy hesitated.

“I don't know anymore…”

Looking down at his lap, the boy frowned.

“... I don't remember what you sound like anymore. But I see you…on the walls at home. I'm glad I can remember what you look like, I just…wish I could hear you, too.” Adjusting, the boy brought his legs out so that he was sitting cross legged on the grass. He then looked at one of his hands, opening and closing it a couple times.

“It's not like I can heal this kind of pain…” the boy continued. “I can't heal the ache in my chest when I think about you. I tried. It sucks that I can't. But…”

The boy shook his head, placing his hand back into his lap. Turning his gaze back toward the tombstone, he took in a breath and sighed.

“Maybe it's good I can't heal that pain?” His statement ended with a question. He was uncertain that it was a justified thing to say. Though he gathered himself and continued: “it kind of reminds me that I'm learning all of this and doing what I can to break the limitations of what we know is possible so that none of us have to lose anyone else… I don't want to lose anyone else.”

Silence soon blanketed the royal cemetery after the boy said that. Only the rustling of the trees as the gentle winds passed made any sound. He sat in it for a while, letting his words stew. All he could do was reflect upon them, thinking on what his own words meant to him -- how they shaped his resolve. Was there a better way to word how he felt and why he pushed himself?

Leaning back, the boy planted the palms of his hands behind him. He then turned his gaze skyward, his eyes trailing along the Wall’s shimmer before it looked past that into the cerulean expanse of the sky above. It was cloudless. A nice day by the common standard.

“... Sometimes I wonder…” the boy softly said. “If I was where I am now in my training back then… Could I have saved you?”

Silence again.

“... Probably not…” he concluded.

Huffing in annoyance, the boy pushed himself back up into a standing position, grabbing the wilted bouquet as he did. He lingered, still feeling rooted to the spot. For a brief moment, he wanted to crush the wilted bouquet out of frustration. At least it was already dead.

But he thought better of it. He frowned as he looked at the browned flowers. There was nothing about them that could have been salvaged. No amount of magic could have allowed him to raise them back and be lush and verdant.

Not that he knew of…

An amused scoff escaped him.

“... What the hell is the point of our family name being ‘Viridis,’ then?” the boy laughed wryly. He furrowed his brow, his smile just as wry as his laughter.

‘To hell with it…’ the boy thought to himself. His gaze was locked on the withered bouquet. Mana flowed through him, the hair on the back of his neck and arms raising as he felt the warm, soothing power wash over him. His hands tingled as he focused his abilities. It was a gentle feeling overall.

The stress of using so much mana, however, was felt. The boy felt his head grow light and hot, a sheen of sweat breaking out. A slow building nausea built up from the pits of his stomach to the base of his throat. Despite the warmth and soothing sensation within his hands, everything else about pushing himself to break boundaries was sickening.

He had to push himself. He had to.

He had to.

He had to.

He had to.

With the focus and stream of mana with his goal clear in his mind, the boy soon fell back to his knees. He gasped, his lungs feeling as if they had the wind stolen from them. His vision dimmed as his head swam through that dizzying feeling of swimming through noxious fumes. Falling forward, the boy dropped the wilted flowers as he caught himself by the palms of now clammy hands against the grass below.

The boy's stomach flipped and flopped, a gross and uncomfortable feeling turning over and over within him. He wanted to retch. His mouth watered as if he was about to.

Frustration took hold, and tears stung his eyes.

“... Goddammit…” the boy cursed, a sob leaving him before he swallowed to try and quell that nauseating feeling. It was futile. The sensation of feeling weak and nauseous remained.

Slowly, his vision cleared. The boy looked down at the wilted bouquet, desperately looking for something. Anything.

Brown. It was still brown.

“Shit!” the boy cried. He pounded a fist against the grass, tears flowing freely from his eyes. Succumbing to this weakness, he keeled over and curled up on the grass, bringing his hands to his eyes. Pitifully, he sobbed into his palms, breath stuttering as he breathed, “I-I hate being so goddamn weak…”

Hearing himself served to make the feeling worse. Hearing it…hearing himself solidified how absolutely pathetic he sounded. It made him feel unfit for serving at the Prince’s side. Made him unfit to even share the same blood as him as his cousin.

“Why do I have to be related to the Prince..?” The boy just allowed his frustrations to aerate. “How can I even compare to Noctis? He's destined to wield the magic of Kings. What does he even need me for!?”

For long, long minutes, the boy laid there. He wallowed in his pain -- both physical and mental. Tears dried on his face, their streaks feeling somewhat taut against his skin. When the nausea finally became tolerable, the boy pushed himself up into a sitting position. He was in a fugue as he collected himself.

The boy hardly registered the disturbance of the grass nearby until the sight of a skirt from a green dress came into view. Looking up, the boy saw another one of the girls who also lived on the royal grounds. She was someone from another one of the noble houses.

Green dress aside, the girl looked as if she had come back from an event. Her black, wavy bob hair had been pulled back with a hairband, and she had presentable jewelry around her neck and at her ears. The only thing that was out of place was how she was largely barefoot in the grass, her white hose bearing some fresh grass stains.

“... Lyra?” the boy managed, lifting a hand and rubbing his eyes. He tried not to sniffle, but it was hard to hide such an obvious sound.

“You okay, Ros? I heard something going on out here and decided to come out,” Lyra replied. There was concern in her expression. “You look awful.”

“Yeah, thanks… Tell me something I don't know,” Ros said, an irritated sigh soon leaving him. He then shook his head. “I'm…sorry, Ly. I'm not okay. But…I don't want to talk about it. Not now.”

‘Not when I've been bitching about it all for the last hour or so to my dead Mom's gravestone…’ Ros thought bitterly to himself.

“You know that as Ears, I'll get the information eventually, right?” Lyra said, her voice carrying a tease to it. It was clear she was attempting to lighten the mood in some capacity.

If only it worked.

Ros only managed a slight glare up at Lyra at that. As far as he knew, she already heard all of his complaining and self-deprecating remarks before she made her presence known. The Ears were known for their spying and reconnaissance efforts, after all. Hell, she could have been present for the entire duration of his visit.

Just another example of a new generation of the royal Houses excelling at their specialties.

Lyra, however, ignored the expression shot at her and smoothed her dress before sitting next to Ros. She looked at the marble tombstone, her expression falling only slightly. She looked more pensive than anything. She then reached forward and grabbed the browned bouquet in front of her.

“... I was going to take that with me to throw out,” Ros slowly said, bringing his knees up and resting his chin upon them. He still bore a look of frustration, his brow knitted and jaw set.

“... I've never seen flowers wilt like this…” Lyra commented.

Ros looked over, confused. How exactly were flowers supposed to wilt?

Holding the bouquet up, Lyra pointed out the petals. There was an interesting pattern of small white spots amidst the brown. These small spots were silky patches of reinvigorated plant life. Seeing that made Ros stare at it in dumbfounded wonder.

Though the spots were small, the fact that they existed at all made him look at the discovery, mouth agape.

“I wonder what made them wilt like this,” Lyra went on to say as she pulled the petal gently to get a better look. Her expression said more than enough to the fact that she was genuinely confused.

For a moment, a welling of pride rose within Ros’ chest. He was about to mention how his magic could perhaps be pushed into bringing back life into what was once dead. However, he stopped himself. Perhaps it would simply be better to keep that to himself. There was no telling what the others would think or say. Besides…it was not as if he was anywhere close to being able to actually provide the same, legendary power as something so much as a down feather of a fabled phoenix.

“... No idea,” Ros finally replied. “I don’t think I ever really took the time to notice.”

#ffxv #ffxv writing #my writing #ffxv oc #oc: ros viridis #oc: lyra vox #ffxv: reimagined #canon rewrite #cw: grief #cw: minor emetophobia #cw: family death

[lexsssu]

Uniform Kink (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, uniform kink, pet names, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

“You’re gonna ruin my suit if you keep dripping so much, princess…”

In spite of his chiding tone, the Chosen King was grinning as you clutched him for dear life. His hands were settled at the small of your back and your plump ass respectively, fingers digging into the soft and pliant flesh as he fucked into you with slow and almost lazy strokes.

Clad in his kingly raiment, Noctis Lucis Caelum looked every bit of the Chosen King he was...now if only his trousers weren’t unbuttoned in order to free his cock so that he could stir up your insides just the way you liked. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp, fingers sometimes tugging at his raven hair as you gasp and moan from his touch.

“Were all those times you told me to dress appropriately due to actually wanting me to put up a good appearance or…” A roguish smirk curled upon his full lips as he leaned close enough to whisper into your ears. “...maybe you just wanted me to fuck you like a whore while I’m wearing a suit?”

The involuntary tightening of your cunt at his words successfully answered Noctis’ question.

Too embarrassed to even make an attempt at speaking, you could only bury your face into the crook of your husband’s neck as his amused chuckles accompanied the wet smack of your hips against one another.

#lexsssu writes #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis lucis caelum x y/n #noctis lucis caelum x you #kinktober #crossposted on ao3

[librarysrestrictedsection]

5 Fics for March

So, since I decided to claw my way out of my writing funk (at least for NSFW writing), I figured that I would see if there were any specific past ideas or prompts that anyone wanted me to write or something new. I wanted to give the choice over, so that I would stop stressing so much about what I should write or which prompts.

SO! I am going to write FIVE fics for the month of March (hopefully).

These fics will be of my choosing, so you can submit multiple prompts and ideas. It will then come down to me to decide which ones I'll write.

I'll try and make a post tracking the submissions, if it takes the whole month to get five (which I hope not -_- )

Now, with all that being said, here are some guidelines, of sorts:

No vague prompts

Check my tumblr archive or ao3 to see what I write

If it is a previously prompt or idea, link it

No gore, super dark, hardcore noncon

No spam submitting the same prompt over and over

Alright! Hope that will kick my writing muse into work!

List of the fics that I have written for this challenge:

1.) To "Sleep" Together (SVSSS, Cumplane, Consensual Somno) 2.) Pleasing the Warrior (FFXV, CorNoct, CorNyxNoct, God AU) 3.) Living Armor & Its Usage (AC:O, Alexios/Kolossus, Alexios/Hermes, Living Armor) 4.) Kitchen Surprise (MDZS, MingXian, Modern AU) 5.) Toys to Test (AC:O, Alexios/Kolossus, Alexios/Hermes)

#open to writing prompts #open to writing suggestions #mdzs #tgcf #svsss #critical role #ffxv #just me talking now

[blossom-adventures]

Soppy post incoming! 😅😆

Today is my 1 year Writerversary!

I’ve been sharing my writing publicly on AO3 for a whole year! Which is absolutely insane to warp my head around! In the last year I have achieved so much and I honestly don’t think I could have done it without the friends I’ve made because of my writing!

Before I started sharing my writing, I was alone, with only immediate family to socialise with, but since posting my writing on Tumblr and AO3 I have made so many friends! And it’s because of those friendships that I kept writing and kept sharing!

Commissions by SneaksandSweets

I know I haven’t been as active over the last few months with writing, but I plan to change that, my goal is to get back to regularly posting stories, whether it’s part of one of my long fics (Far Horizons & Ancient Stones, The Blood Prophecy, A Tall Glass of Red Wine or Guard and Glaive) or one of my Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompts, a monthly writing event or just a random One Shot story.

Art by TheLavenderElf

It is my hope that I am able to share some sort of writing at least once a week because it is my goal in celebration of this milestone that I will be able to balance my time better in the future, which has always been a personal problem for me!

I am determined and hopeful that I will be getting back to regular writing schedules soon!

Art by thequeenofthewinter

And of course I wouldn’t have been able to get to this milestone without the support of everyone here! You have supported me through the best times and the worst and I couldn’t have done this without you all!

Art by CrysDrawsThings and Matri4rch

I’d like to take this opportunity to tag a few people, who have been there for me! For being someone I could talk to about anything, screaming about our personal Headcanons over a discord conversation, making amazing art of my characters, or introducing me to a whole new fandom, it’s because of you all that I’m here and I’m still sharing my writing, so, thank you! 💙🌸🫂☺️

@thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @hauntedadagium @seradyn @savage-rhi @crysdrawsthings @matri4rch @thelavenderelf @sneaksandsweets @andywinter16 @data-hex @amarabliss @awlwren @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @cheeseandstrawberrytartlover @average-crazy-fangirl @sylvienerevarine @wispstalk @ticklemycucumber

Art by Amarabliss

You guys… are the best

☺️💙🌸🫂

#blossom rambles #love you all 💙🌸 #blossom’s writing #skyrim #ffxv #blossom’s OCs

[hauntedadagium]

Hostage

For @blossom-adventures <3 || Ardyn x Reader || CW: violence, threat, injury. Words: 3.3k

You’re sent by Niflheim to retrieve information about Insomnia and the Crystal’s whereabouts in hopes of returning it to its rightful owner and destroying the Citadel once and for all.

Someone was hot on your tail.

You knew it’d be risky heading into the heart of the enemy, but despite all warnings against your advancement, you had concocted a plan to determine a weakness; A crack in the armour of Lucis. You knew that somewhere amongst the high reaching buildings of the capital, there was a mortal flaw.

A Glaive missing at their post. Gossip in the ranks. An unguarded entryway. 

To them, you were the enemy. But you were simply there to make moves to claim back what was stolen from Niflheim. 

Stolen from him.

You weaved through the streets of Insomnia under cover of night, but that wasn’t enough. Whether it was a Glaive or one of the Crownsguard, you’d been made, and they were in pursuit. You cut into the night, seeing the blue flashes above you as you careened into a thin alleyway, surveying your surroundings for a way up. Your eye caught a glimpse of metal under the moonlight; a fire escape.

You pushed off the ground, hurtling toward it and scaling upward to make it to their level. With each rung you climbed you gave a grunt of effort, lungs drawing in quick breaths and exhaling frosty clouds.

The power of the crystal. You’d recognise it anywhere. This means they hadn’t just sent any old royal guard after you; the King would stop at nothing to apprehend you. A twinge of something nagged at your mind, biting back the sting of failure and instead focussing on your escape.

Sure, they were fast.

But you were faster.

Never give someone the high ground, he’d taught you. Be one step ahead of your enemy.

You hauled yourself up and over the ladder onto the flat top of a high-rise building, scanning your surroundings. “I’m flattered,” you called into the dark, raising an eyebrow. “For the mighty Cor Leonis to send his most special Glaive in my pursuit?” You crouched, watching for movement. “Better off safe than dead, I suppose.”

You twirled a dagger in your hand, gripping the hilt tightly. 

“What’s say we put an end to this game of cat and mouse?”

Still, you saw nothing. No shifting in the shadows, no signature blue sparks. Baiting them out wasn’t going to work. Successful withdrawal was your priority, but it was difficult to pause and navigate with him trailing closely behind.

You could tell they were waiting.

And the longer they waited, the less chance you had of escape. 

More chances for reinforcements to arrive. More chances for them to close in. Gritting your teeth you turned heel and started running, leaping from building to building above the bright lights below, feeling the cold air burn past your cheeks as you went. 

It frustrated you to not be able to stand and fight, but the feeling was absolved by your better judgement. You’d be vastly outnumbered potentially within minutes. There was nothing left to do but swallow your pride and flee.

You’d seen enough for tonight; another amplifier disguised amongst a nest of high rise buildings. That is how you would take down the Wall. You’d scoped almost all of them, but you had to be certain. If there was one thing Ardyn wouldn’t stand for it was negligence, but moreover, you feared not his wrath, but his disappointment.

Too caught up in your ire to concentrate, you launched yourself from one building to the other, losing your footing as you landed and teetering on the edge. Your arms flailed as the damp roof ground beneath your boots, starting to fall backward, heel tipping off the ledge in slow motion. 

Your hands reached forward for purchase but swiped at nothing but thin air, until—

A strong grip presented itself on the front of your jacket, twisting in the fabric and hauling you back up onto the rooftop, tossing your stiff, adrenaline filled body to the ground.

It was too fast, too dark to see, hissing in pain as you skidded toward the feet of a stranger. There was more than one of them now. It was over.

“Be thankful we didn’t let you fall to your death,” a deep voice spoke above you. He stepped over your limp body and whispered something to the man who saved you— but without enough time to fling your dagger across the rooftop toward him, you felt an almighty crack in your skull, and everything went dark. 

—

They were too fast. Too succinct. Had they known you were coming?

Your first conscious breath was pain. Pain in your back, your chest, your head. Your fingers gently combed through the hair at the back of your head, snagging on a flaky, matted section at the back.

Blood. Whoever had knocked you unconscious wanted to make sure you were out cold.

You squinted into the outline of a blurry light bulb swinging from the ceiling above, noticing something was disturbing your vision.

Metal bars. 

The room was small, half of it portioned off behind thick metal poles sunk deep into the ground. On the other side, there was an empty wooden chair.

You shifted uncomfortably, legs tingling where your bodyweight had been lying unevenly. It took everything within you not to scream, trying to temper your rage with what little strength remained. How could you have allowed this to happen? It was the first time you’d been imprisoned since your defection to Niflheim. 

As soon as you regained the feeling in your legs, you stood, wrapping each hand around the bars and tugging firmly.

“Damnit,” you cursed, wincing at the throb in your skull.

You had no idea where you were; clearly you were in the hands of the Crownsguard, but you were prepared. You’d been trained for this. Lucis were soft, there’s no way they’d break you.

But you were a valuable asset. An asset worth bargaining for.

Second in command to Niflheim’s Imperial Army and known love interest of the formidable Chancellor Ardyn Izunia— this was all the leverage they needed.

Footsteps fast approached the only door in and out of the room, and a well dressed man entered; he was tall and slender. Not exactly the threatening type.

You remained silent. Better for him to play his hand first.

“You’d have realised by now you’re not in a favourable position.” He cleared his throat and took a seat. “So I suggest you cooperate.”

You removed your hands from the bars and took a step back. “What do you want?”

“It’s not so simple as that.” He crossed his legs, slinging his elbow over the back of the chair. “It’s more what you…represent.”

Again, you said nothing. What exactly was this guy's angle?

“Considering your position, it’s been agreed that interrogating you would be rather… pointless. Though, I do think there are some things we may be able to discuss amicably.”

“I’m not telling you anything.” You folded your arms. “So get over your monologue and let me go before you live to regret it.”

The man chuckled quietly. “Oh dear,” he said with lighthearted amusement. “You don’t know how much trouble you’re in, do you?”

Something inside you faltered. You needed leverage. A bargaining chip. 

“As soon as they know I’m missing you’ll feel the wrath of the Imperial Army.” You swallowed nervously, and he noticed.

“Is that so?” He said, dismissing your unfortified threats. “Let’s move on, shall we?” Standing, he moved closer to you, about an arms length away. “King Regis means to whip you through the streets.”

Your stomach dropped.

“He…” Your mouth hung open. “He…what?”

A twisted smirk crept onto his lips. “I must admit I was quite surprised by the King’s cruelty upon his suggestion, but I fear he’s become quite tired of mercy.”

“You can’t.” You shook your head in disbelief. The Crown would never display such a crass act of punishment. 

“We can.” He looked you dead in the eyes. “And we will.”

At that moment, all your defences crumbled. You could withstand imprisonment, interrogation, even physical punishment; but public humiliation? Stripped and whipped through the streets lined with thousands of your enemies. It was incomprehensible. It was torture. 

Following your silence, he began to pace back and forth in front of the bars slowly. “Allow me to extend you…let’s call it, a lessening of your sentence.”

Your eyes followed him as he walked.

“Tell me exactly why you were here, and you may appeal to the King’s mercy.” He stopped and turned to you. “Though I can’t make any promises.”

“What’s stopping you doing exactly the same to me even if I talk?” Your breaths became shallow.

“Nothing,” he said plainly, staring at you. “You’ll just have to trust that I’ll vouch for you.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. He’d strip that information from you and hang you out to dry like the snake he was. Instead, you opted for ignorance, telling the man what he knew already.

“Niflheim wants to bring down the Wall.”

Again, he chuckled softly. “The Wall cannot be brought down.”

You knew that was a lie. You’d scoped out the vast city before, noting that across the area there were towers that served to amplify the Crystal’s power and maintain the wall. Without them, the Wall could be destroyed.

“But that’s not really why you were here, is it?” He sighed. “If you mean to misdirect me, I think you’ll find my patience wears thin.”

“I’m telling you the truth.” You frowned, trying to steady your breathing. 

He couldn’t find out that Niflheim were developing technology to nullify the wall. He couldn’t know that you knew the location of the amplifiers.

“So you’ve made up your mind, then.” The man sighed and stopped, turning to face you. “Last chance.”

“That’s all I know.” He wasn’t buying it. You had run out of time.

“I see.” For a moment, you thought you saw sadness on his face. Or was it regret?

Clasping his hands behind his back, he headed for the door.

“Wait!” You reached through the bars in desperation. “You can’t do this.”

He paused momentarily before heading for the door, letting it slam shut as he left. It was happening. Tomorrow, you’d be flogged through the streets as a traitor.

Made an example of.

You sank to the ground in despair, burying your face in your hands. There had to be a way out of this. He had to come to your aid.

—

The sun didn’t rise that morning. A low, thick haze beneath grey clouds cast a dull hue across the city. The morning’s news spoke of a gathering in the streets to display the King’s vengeance and dedication to protect his people. You’d been reduced to a lesson.

A message for Niflheim to back off.

You’d pleaded with the guards who dragged you out of your cell. Begged them, bribed them; but they remained the loyal King’s dogs through and through. 

Regis was making a mistake. Your maiming, or worse, death, would only bring about the wrath of the Empire. 

You could hear Ardyn’s voice in your head, telling you to hold on. An imagination of hope. You longed for his embrace as your limp body was dragged outside and you were tossed into the back of an empty van. As the engine roared to life, you heard your fate be sealed as the doors were firmly locked.

The jeer and chants of crowds forming outside only solidified your dread. This was really going to happen. You wondered if the King would do it himself— no, he wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty. This wasn’t a job for him or his Glaives; all he needed to do was show his face and then retreat to his finery whilst the people of Insomnia intensified his message. 

Niflheim would soon hear of it.

But by then, it’d be too late.

“Ardyn…” You whispered, defeated. “Not like this.” You had been abandoned, but what did you expect? It was too risky to march into the capital, let alone undetected, and he couldn’t send the ships with the Wall in use.

Besides, were you really worth saving?

You steeled your resolve, scowling as the van screeched to a halt and the doors flung open. 

Before you there was a long street headed for the Citadel lined with thousands of people. They began throwing things into the street before your feet had even touched the tarmac. The hiss of the crowd crawled up your spine like a riled snake as a man ushered you out of your corner of safety and into the dim light of day.

Though they’d taken your shoes, they’d mercifully allowed you to remain in your shirt and pants, though they were suitably filthy after they’d dragged you from your cell. As soon as you were forced to stand and face the crowd, what little remained of your courage buckled.

The whole of Insomnia had gathered for the King’s spectacle. 

You jolted as the van doors slammed behind you and the vehicle drove away, leaving you and three men at your back, one shoving you forward.

The ground was cold and wet beneath your feet, taking the first step in this shameful display. You readied yourself for the pain, ignoring the onslaught of heinous insults from the crowd and instead listening for the guard to raise his whip.

It was barbaric.

One pushed you forward, urging you to walk, letting the crowd soak up your fear before the real punishment began. So you did; your feet begrudgingly dragged you forward toward the Citadel where undoubtedly Regis was awaiting your bloody form. Or your corpse.

You wanted to cover your ears to drown out the noise, but you held your head high, focussing directly ahead and concentrating on every chill step you took.

But something on the left caught your eye. Nestled between the crowds of people there were white vans, the sides of them plastered with tacky news advertising, but the camera crews were nowhere to be seen.

You paused, seeing another on the right before feeling a hard shove from behind sending you to your knees. You collapsed with a hard thud and the crowd cheered, looking over your shoulder at a stranger who withdrew a whip from his belt. It was time.

You turned away and looked down, taking a deep breath and holding it, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for the pain.

It cut through the air.

The whip cracked.

The crowd gasped.

But…nothing came.

Your head snapped around, hand fumbling at your back to see if the whip had in fact hit you but your body was simply too pumped full of adrenaline to notice yet.

But your eyes settled on a familiar sight.

“Hello dear.” Ardyn’s amber eyes flashed with menace as the whip dangled in his grip.

The two remaining guards scattered like cowards before the crowd began an uproar of screams and panic, swarming like flies to scramble away from the busy streets to no avail.

Before you could even stand, you heard the roll of a van door open and the drum of a hundred footsteps raced in your direction. Flashes of silver armour passed you right and left until a circle had formed around you, the ensuing chaos sending the citizens of Insomnia into a frenzied panic.

“You came,” you whispered, standing and running to Ardyn just a few feet away. You threw your exhausted body at him and his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, letting his cheek rest atop your head.

“I’m here, my love,” he rasped, pushing you away slightly so he could examine you. “Did they hurt you?”

You simply shook your head, the strong draw of relief and the sound of chaos overwhelming you. 

Ardyn looked toward a line of Magitek soldiers standing beside him and nodded in the direction the guards had fled. “Bring them to me.”

Watching them disappear into the crowd, you shuddered. “How did you find me?” You took a deep breath as you watched the crowd scatter. “How did you get in?”

“Don’t worry about that, my dear.” Ardyn took your chin in his hand. “You’re safe.”

You melted into his touch, drowning out the chaos around you. You could hear the distant sound of gunfire and steel on steel. It had started to rain lightly, coating your hair and shirt, leaving you shivering. It wouldn’t take long for them to become overwhelmed, just as you had before; he couldn’t have enough soldiers to stave off a full onslaught from the Citadel. 

“Ardyn—” You pleaded as he let go, clutching the sleeve of his coat. “We should go.”

“No,” he said, looking down at you with a placid expression. You could see something ignite within him as the Magitek soldiers made light work of retrieving the guards, tossing them into the circle in front of you on their knees.

“I think it would only be fair to afford them the same mercy they intended to withhold from you.”

You looked between them; it was Regis who should pay, but he would be too heavily guarded. 

It was time for Niflheim to send their message.

The guards cowered in front of Ardyn, but before you could take another breath, he raised the whip above his head with reckless enthusiasm, bringing it down and stripping the flesh from the cheeks of the men in one fell swoop.

Blood splattered on your feet as they cried out in pain, both clawing at the gaping wounds on their faces.

You looked up at his wicked grin as he dropped the whip, nodding for the soldiers to move out. They started firing their weapons into the air to scatter the crowd, and in the distance, Insomnian guards were coming to the city’s defence.

“About time,” Ardyn waved a jovial hand. “Keep the casualties to a minimum,” he instructed his soldiers, slowly making their way toward the Citadel. Taking a step toward one of the maimed guards, he put his boot to his chest and kicked him over, letting his body flop pathetically onto the road.

“You’ve made your point,” you stepped in front of him. “Come on.”

“Oh, let me have a little fun, won’t you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I think the King could stand to learn a lesson or two.”

In the distance, an explosion. Screams. Fireballs launching into the air.

“You brought bombs?” Your eyes darted left and right. The immediate streets were now empty of civilians.

“Oh, no no,” Ardyn chuckled. “They brought this upon themselves.”

Even amongst the anarchy, you felt safe next to him. It had been but a day since your capture and already he’d infiltrated the enemy to garner your rescue. After all, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t abandon you. 

Seeing you lost in thought, he turned you away from the violence to focus on him. His hand brushed past your cheek and settled on the back of your neck gently, thumb caressing your cheek.

“I would bring the world to its knees for you,” he said softly, “I won’t let anybody take you from me.” Slowly, he leaned into you, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips.

For a moment you both lingered, the world passing by as you shared a feeling of relief and intimacy. He kissed you with purpose. Possession, yet love. 

You looked into his eyes as he leaned away, full of promise, of safety. Taking you by the hand, he summoned two soldiers over.

“Order the retreat,” he commanded, looking at the chaos over his shoulder. “We’re done here.”

Ardyn gently turned your face away from the disorder. “Come,” he said in that irresistible tone. “Let’s go home.”

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