#fully remembered prompto’s name

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Safety Net (Whumptober 2023 day 1)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Character: Gladiolus Amicitia Rating: M for descriptions of injuries Warnings: Description of a heavily bleeding wound, near-death experience Read below the cut or on AO3 here!

Every King has a Shield. Such is the tradition, born with the very first King of Lucis ago and carried on for centuries.

Gladio was taught from a very young age what it means to be Shield to the King. He doesn’t remember a time when he hasn’t been fully aware of his duties, of his purpose.

It’s a heavy burden to bear, but it’s one he bears with pride. Not everyone understands it - most people don’t. If Gladio weren’t born into the role, into the family, then maybe he wouldn’t understand it either, but as it is, he cannot regard it as anything else than an honour.

That, of course, is not what he thinks about when he takes the hit for Noct. He doesn’t consider what he is to Noct, doesn’t consider that this is his duty, doesn’t resent Noct or the Lucis Caelum line or the Amicitia name. No, he doesn’t think at all, years and years of training and pure instinct propelling him straight into the path of the Aramusha’s blade, mere moments away from piercing through Noct’s chest.

“Gladio!” Noct yells, but he sounds far away all of a sudden, like Gladio is hearing him through a fog.

For a moment, all he can do is stare at the shining blade sticking through his abdomen. He blinks once, twice, trying to understand what’s happening. Then, the blade moves, and Gladio watches in morbid fascination as it is pulled free from his flesh, dripping with blood - his blood.

That, apparently, is all his brain needed to catch up with reality, and suddenly it hurts, gods, why does it hurt so much?

He gasps like he’s drowning, collapsing to his knees. His hands scramble uselessly across his torso, trying and failing to stop the blood from spilling out, but he can already feel himself fade.

“Gladio!” he hears again, and he shakes his head, trying to get rid of the dark spots that litter his vision. Noct. Noct is calling for him, still needs him, the Aramusha’s still standing and Gladio can’t die yet.

The crystalline sound of Noct warping startles him as it appears right next to him without warning, and then there are warm hands on his back, steadying him.

“Gladio, hey, stay with me, yeah?” Noct babbles, frantic, hand trembling as it comes up to rip away what remains of Gladio’s shirt.

“N-noct-“ Gladio chokes out, sounding like a drowning man. Maybe that’s not even such a bad comparison - breathing is unnervingly difficult and everything around him is hazy and slow, as if he were underwater.

Noct pushes a potion into his hand and helps him crush it, but it barely does anything. Gladio’s still bleeding, he can feel the blood spurting out of the wound, but it’s marginally easier to breathe.

Still, he struggles to sit up, ignoring Noct’s protests. He can’t just lie here uselessly, he has to get up, keep fighting-

“Gladio, stay still!” Noct snaps, and if Gladio weren’t so out of it, he would’ve heard the concern in his voice, but as it is, it barely registers.

What does register, suddenly, is Prompto who positions himself between them and the Aramusha. The twitchy, anxious kid people usually clock him as is nowhere to be seen. Instead, he stands like a seasoned Crownsguard, hands steady as he puts a round of bullets into the Aramusha’s rotting body.

It shrieks, enraged, and it’s the last thing Gladio hears before he passes out.

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When he comes to, they’re still in the mine and Noct is still frantically talking to him, and he can still hear the Aramusha’s blade slicing through the air, so he can’t have been out for more than a few moments.

His body burns with the aftereffects of a phoenix down, and oh. He didn’t realise he was quite this bad off.

He sits up, this time with Noct’s permission and support. The two of them are still being shielded by Prompto standing over them, keeping the Aramusha away from them with well-placed shots.

“Noct, help me up, I need to-“ Gladio starts, but before he can finish his sentence, Ignis appears behind the Aramusha out of nowhere, plunging his daggers into its back with deadly accuracy. He pulls them free, dances out of the way when the daemon whirls around to retaliate, and slices one dagger across its neck.

That’s enough to finish it off. It gurgles and melts into the ground with a hiss, and then the only proof that remains of its existence is a puddle of black sludge on the ground.

Noct says something to him, but Gladio is fixated on Prompto and Ignis, breathless and unkempt from the fight as they hurry over to them.

That’s right, he thinks, he isn’t alone. He bears the burden of being Noct’s Shield, yes, but he’s far from Noct’s only protector. They’re there too - they’re his safety net, a failsafe, and after today, he swears he won’t let himself forget.

It’s a heavy burden to bear, being the King’s Shield, but at least it isn’t one he bears alone.

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[larkawolfgirl]

Promnis Week Day 2: Caffine Overdose

Ignis could feel a headache coming on and took a sip of black coffee. The beverage was hot on its way down, and the heat helped cool his rising temperament. He should be used to this–his job description might as well read “never-ending headache.” Still, some days were worse than others, and this one was proving to be one of the worst in a long time.

Noctis had snuck out unattended–an ill-advised but not uncommon occurrence by any means. However, the reckless, underage prince had snuck into an adult store using a fake ID. If that wasn’t bad enough, the shopkeeper had recognized him as the underage prince when he was attempting to purchase notably “gay” themed sexual devices. Not only had Ignis had to intervene to convince the shopkeeper not to file a direct complaint with the kingsguard, but now he had to fight the press on the matter. Noctis hadn’t even bought the toys, but the press wouldn’t care about that. They wouldn’t care that he was a regular hormonal teenager. He was the prince, thus he was supposed to live up to pristine standards. They were also surely going to have a field day over the “revelation” that he was gay. Because they would never assume that he could be bisexual or have been buying toys for a girlfriend. The truth mattered little to Ignis, but he was disappointed that his friend hadn’t trusted him enough to ask him to buy them for him so that they could have avoided this whole mess.

Ignis had a long night ahead of him.

He took another sip of Ebony and stared at the string of emails flooding his inbox.

Good thing he had plenty of coffee in stock to keep him awake.

Ignis woke up to a kink in his neck. He sat up and rubbed the area, noticing that he had fallen asleep at his work desk. Luckily his laptop had been plugged in. It was still lit up, displaying an irate email from one of the council members. Ignis had never liked the man, but now he could fully channel that into hate at the man’s overly homophobic comments.

Ignis pinched his nose and took a deep breath. He was not ready to jump back into the fray just yet. If he didn’t take a step away, he was bound to say something ungentlemanly.

He glanced at his depleted supply of Ebony on the table. Perhaps a fresh, gourmet coffee was just what he needed.

Not half an hour later, Ignis found himself at a quant little coffee shop that he sometimes frequented. The atmosphere was cozy, the staff friendly, and the coffee divine. When he walked in, the barista of the day, a young man around the same age as Noctis, greeted him with a smile as radiant as the shade of his hair. Ignis returned his smile.

“Hello,” he greeted. He wished he remembered the man’s name, but thankfully it was written on a golden nametag. “Prompto.”

“Hiya, Iggy.”

Ignis flushed. How had he managed to remember his name? It wasn’t like he came here that often. “It is nice to see you again. A black coffee, please.”

“Coming right up!” Prompto pressed some buttons on the register, then turned around to begin to prepare his order. “How’s your day so far?”

Ignis was surprised that he was interested enough to make small talk. “So far it has been far better than yesterday, but I am not hopeful that it will stay that way.”

“Aw,” Prompto whined exaggeratedly. “Why’s that?”

Ignis sighed. “Because yesterday’s events have piled a huge workload onto my plate. It is not the sort of work I can easily sort out either.”

“That’s a shame.” Prompto glanced over his shoulder. “I was going to ask if you had any plans today, but I guess you’ll just be working all day.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” His curiosity was definitely piqued. “It sounds as if you were going to make a proposition.”

Prompto chuckled and grabbed a lid to pop on the top of his steaming coffee. “Yeah, it doesn’t matter now, though.”

Ignis took his offered coffee. “No, I’m interested in what this proposition was.”

Prompto leaned forward and stretched his arms across the countertop. “Weell, I had thought maybe you’d be interested in seeing my show.”

Ignis raised a sculpted brow. “Your show?”

Prompto pushed himself back up straight, beaming like the sun. “Yeah. I’m in a band. Nothing special. We’re playing at Tony’s tonight at 7.”

Ignis curled his hands around his coffee. He was struck with the intense urge to attend. But with work…

It would most surely be tight, but he was sure he could make it work if he worked non-stop, asked Gladio to drive Noctis home in his stead, and gave Noctis the green light to order takeout for his dinner.  

“I’ll be there.”

Somehow Prompto’s smile widened even more. “Really? Sweet!” Then he suddenly floundered nervously. “It’s not a big deal, though! Your work totally takes priority.”

Ignis smiled. “Naturally, but I am almost positive that I can manage to prioritize both.”

Prompto’s smile returned and he waved enthusiastically. “Bye! Don’t work too hard! I can’t wait to see you there.”

Ignis chuckled and lifted his coffee up high. “Thank you. Don’t overwork yourself either.”

Prompto scoffed. “Me? Never.”

Hours later, Ignis could feel his fatigue hitting him. His hand reached out for another Ebony but came up short. Groaning, he messaged his throbbing temple. It would take far too long to drive all the way home to grab some. He could take his laptop with him to salvage some time, but he still didn’t think it would leave him enough time to finish everything by 7. His only real options then were either to deal with the abysmal coffee at the Citadel cafeteria or return to the coffee shop. The decision was obvious.

Prompto was still on shift when he arrived. The man looked a bit worn out, but otherwise just as sunshiny as before. “Oh, hey, Iggy!” he called when he spotted him. “Taking a break from work?”

“Yes, unfortunately. I need the caffeine to keep up my trajectory.”

Prompto frowned. “You shouldn’t drink too much coffee.”

Ignis pursed his lips. He was used to this conversation, and he never enjoyed it. “I can make my own decisions,” he snapped.

Instantly, he regretted his outburst when Prompto’s lip began to tremble. Sighing, he said, “I apologize. I just tire of other people trying to dictate my habits when I have so much on my plate.”

Prompto shifted uncomfortably, most likely unsure how to respond to that. “Another black coffee?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

This time Prompto made his order in silence. Ignis took a sip and closed his eyes. It was so good. He opened his eyes, ready to take another sip, but the world seemed to be spinning slightly. He steadied his footing using the counter before slowly walking to a table.

Ignis could see Prompto eying him while he downed his drink. For some reason, he felt just as thirsty after having finished it all.

He stood up, but the room began to spin again, and he had to clutch onto the edge of the table.

Seeing his momentary stumble, Prompto rushed over and put a hand on his back. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Ignis said. He tried to take a step but stumbled slightly.

Prompto frowned. “No, you’re not. I’m guessing you’ve drank way too much coffee today.”

Ignis tried to wave his help away. “Nonsense. I always drink this much coffee.”

“That’s even worse! Wait here!” He rushed off behind the counter and came back with a bottle of water. “Drink this.”

Ignis took the water and drank a small sip. His thirst took over, and he ended up chugging the entire bottle.

“How do you feel now?”

“Still a bit tired and dizzy, but better.”

Prompto sighed in relief. “Good. Let me help you get home.”

“No,” Ignis said immediately. “I need to get back to work.”

“Oh no,” Prompto said. “You need to rest. Look at those circles under your eyes. Did you even sleep last night?”

“If I get back to work right now I might just finish in time to make it to your concert.”

Prompto flushed slightly. “Forget about that. Your health is way more important.”

“Thank you for the concern, but I will be fine, I assure you.”

Prompto pouted. “No way. I’m not letting you out of here until you let me take you home or someone else does.”

Ignis met his challenging gaze for a long time before finally giving in and taking out his phone. Ignoring several new email notifications, he pressed two on his speed dial. It only took two rings for Gladio to answer.

“What’s up?”

“I need you to pick me up at the coffee shop on Golden Avenue. I believe I pointed it out to you once.”

“The one with the cute logo with a chocobo in a teacup?”

“Yes, that one.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

Those were some of the longest ten minutes of his life. Prompto watched him like a hawk the entire time to make sure he didn’t check his phone. He was under order to sit and rest. Ignis could not even remember the last time he had simply“‘rested.” He was not used to it, and the stillness was making him fidgety.

Finally, Gladio arrived. “What’s the problem, Ignis?”

“Nothing,” he answered.

However, since there were no other guests to attend to, Prompto immediately added, “Your friend here is suffering from a caffeine overdose.”

Gladio looked Prompto over. Then he blinked. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re Prompto, right?”

Prompto looked surprised. “Wait. You’re Noct’s bodyguard, aren’t you?”

Gladio crossed his arms and smirked. “Glad you recognized me.”

Prompto eyed him up and down. “I mean, it’s a little hard not to when you look like…that.”

Gladio smirked. “Yeah, well, it’s my job to remember how you look.”

“Hold on,” Ignis cut in. “You are associated with Prince Noctis? You are that Prompto.”

Prompto looked down, seemingly embarrassed. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m guessing you work for the crown then? Sorry, I didn’t know your work was that important.”

Ignis shook his head even though that just made him even dizzier. “No need to apologize. Now that I have had time to clear my head, I realize that I have been far too impractical. I am not any help to anyone if I end up incapacitated.”

“Damn right,” Gladio said. “I’m taking you to Noct’s so we can keep an eye on you.”

Ignis chuckled. “I can’t say I blame you. I suppose a pizza does sound more appealing than cooking right now.”

“Pizza?” Prompto asked, sounding hopeful.

Ignis smiled. “I thought you already had plans for the evening.”

Prompto twisted his hands. “I mean, I do, but…”

“When does your shift end?”

Prompto glanced at the clock. “In like 10 minutes?” he said as if it were a question.

“Gladio, do you mind sticking around so that we might surprise Noctis with his best friend?”

Gladio plopped down in the seat next to him. “I suppose not.” He looked between the two of them. “I am guessing you’re expecting me to drive him to whatever these plans he has are then?”

Ignis smirked. “How perceptive of you. Although, perhaps, we could all go together.”

“Only if you feel better by then!” Prompto ordered.

Ignis chuckled. “Yes, of course.”

#promnis #promnis week #promnisweek2023 #ignis x prompto #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ff #final fantasy #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

GIRLFRIEND GUESSES MY F/OS!

Final Fantasy 15 Prompto: She thought was the prince, scrappy, lil brother energy of the group, really passionate about something like bikes, picks fights only he can win 'cause he also a bit of a coward! 2000s pop type

Ignis: She knew his name, and got him pretty spot on! Dad friend, book-smart, good at cooking, resourceful in the sense that he's got the mechanic number on hand, handles situations well but gets stressed beneath it all.

Gladio: Too tired to remember his name, knew it once I told her, mechanic type, big tiddie energy man, knew him as the guy I like, short-tempered in the sense he'll tell the others to STFU, protecc mode, big dog energy, handles situations but not always with tact!

Final Fantasy: Stranger of Paradise Jack: Thought he was Gladdy until closer inspection, thinks he's the 2nd in command, got a bit of an ego, talks big and could back it up but the superiors tell him to STFU... can have a bit of softness underneath but very underneath... Judgement

Masaharu Kaito: YAKUZA MAN, fun shirt, tuff and gruff type, responsible in the sense he's lived through and learned from his mistakes, energy of a Rick, definitely my type, big brother energy and responsible for others, drinks respect woman juice, kinda??? a himbo

Sugiuara: A PRETTY OLDER LADY! Totally the foil who scolds the protag-- wait, that's a dude? Oh! (shame ensues), Younger, 18, skater boi, doesn't connect with his dad fully, a bit cool

Higashi: His suit top says 'cool' his shirt says 'disco', casual-friend type, he fucks in general, suave type, he does good with kids but doesn't have his own, respects women

Mafuyu: Office worker, put-together or at least appears to be, friendly enough to do snack and drink runs if you pay your own way, sweet but doesn't have a good connection with others in the sense that she could use someone to vent her woes too and be the listener for once...

Takayuki Yagami: Tired, he needs sleep, yakuza life isn't for him, probably friends with someone in the yakuza, worried and is also Done(tm) with their yakuza friend doing dumb shit, likes gardening and small plants, owns either small dog or cat, get this man sleeeeeeep, didn't realize he was a crush of mine!

Ayabe: Poor dude, lost his job, get him a hairbrush, a better mattress, and a club soda, let him pet some puppies in the adoption center, wants to be a good friend but doesn't have the energy to handle your needs. (Me: He's a corrupt cop--) any weight I feel has been lifted and I no longer care!

Kuroiwa: He gets paid good but doesn't get much pussy, who ties their tie that tight, don't like him, looks like he's turning to say "Do you know who I am?"

Devil May Cry 4 Nero: Big sword, possibly compensating, edgy, shadow the hedgehog type, has a good soft heart, trying his best, will talk at you rather than with, he has no social skill, (old comment): "You're angst compatible!!"

Metal Gear Rising Raiden: SHE KNEW HIM, Couldn't remember his name, new name is Clasp, not comfy enough in his skin really, covers up insecurities by protecting and snarkiness, eyeshadow on fleek, tries to seem cool, is but also isn't

Sunny: Spunky, the kid with too much energy, no set schedule but works best that way, she came into her own as she grew up, quirky, but willing to work hard, also tries to help others when she can

Cobra Kai Robby: this is Robby right, bad boy, does crime, heart of gold underneath it all, would be happy to get a scar to show it off, sets off fireworks display without reading directions, parental issues

And I believe that's all I showed her for now! All of it is in good humor and only off what little she's seen and what I've told her... I love her and if you have any recommendations for her to 'judge' than please send em my way! Imma tag: @floweringforgetfulness @jellyfish-ships @ignited-lovers @disneymarina @promptoargentumsgirlfriend just because I mentioned their boys! Hope you don't mind!!

#selfship #selfshipdom #selfship community #self insert community #self shipping #fo community #f/o community #f/o content #f/o suggestions

[parheliion]

thomas doherty . agender . they/them ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s AUBREY FLICKERMAN , the TWENTY SEVEN year old TELEVISION HOST from THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around THEIR WHOLE LIFE , long enough to gain a reputation for being so SILVER TONGUED & SELF CENTRED . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character ISN’T part of the uprising )

LOADING PANEM CITIZEN NO.C-7187262799... A. FLICKERMAN, CAPITOL.

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full name: aubrey prompto flickerman age: twenty seven  district: the capitol gender: agender  pronouns: they/them  sexuality: panromantic pansexual occupation: television host, best known for their weekly show ‘spotlight’ status: active public reception: well liked for their charisma on screen medical conditions: none. height: 6′2″ parents: CITIZEN NO. C-1627382623; ventus flickerman, CITIZEN NO. C-172893278; juno flickerman nee. templesmith. siblings: none ( that the database knows of, possible half siblings may be within the capitol elite. )

ACCESS GRANTED.

aubrey has had a rather typical life within panem for a capitol citizen. all their life, they have been draped in luxury and finery, and it’s something that ultimately? it’s something they’re incredibly unapologetic for even to now. panem is the greatest country in the world, with its shining jewel the capitol being the place that they had the honour to call their stomping ground.

as a child, they had everything that they ever wanted. and what they wanted most? was attention. in school, they had to be the one with the nicest clothes, with the most friends. what they wanted nothing more was to be adored. maybe that’s why from a young age they looked up to the victors of the games with such high regard. they built themselves from nothing, they faced challenges head on, they came out victorious and were lifted up above the people of their districts to be remembered and hailed as heroes. that’s what the capitol let its residents believe, and it’s not something that aubrey ever questioned. they were idolised, their memory going to live in a hall of fame. that’s what aubrey wanted, to be remembered.

the flickerman family were well known in the media. so, at the age of eighteen when aubrey began to show an interest in what they wanted to actually go ahead and do with their life, they looked for options— and each one pointed to the same. they wanted their name up in lights in some regard. they dabbled in acting, and it’s something that they weren’t fully set on. no, what they enjoyed, what they lived for, was being known as themselves.

“i want my own show.” they said to the board of directors. their family name carried weight, and they knew that. just look at the country’s most beloved host of the hunger games, for example. their name alone would bring in views. demanding? perhaps, but they knew that they could portray themselves as charismatic, if not flirtatious to the audience watching and who didn’t like a dashing face on during daytime television. 

SPOTLIGHT is a show that revolves around the happenings of the capitol and the districts of panem (the latter having been pushed upon them against their will, because they had to ‘connect to the districts’). a weekly daytime talk show where they will have special guests, performers, past victors, even representatives of the districts on to show the people of their country the truth of what happens in and out of the capitol. on the runup to the games, the show becomes more about the hunger games themselves, as much does every other television broadcast across the country. 

do they sprinkle in random tidbits of white-lies to stir up the pot and get the city talking? nothing that they’d ever admit to. after all, they’ve never lied in their life (they say, completely lying). 

although they’ve heard rumblings and whisperings of some sort of rebellion, and even though there was a very public display of apparent suspects of the uprising being broadcast to the masses, ultimately? aubrey isn’t much fussed. if the districts want to have another war to be crushed by the capitol, that’s on them. at the end of the day, they’re paying penance for a war that wrought their land and cost the lives of countless panem citizens, but they aren’t going to really give much of a shit either way. it’s as a wise woman once said-- let them eat cake.

#AUBREY. INTRO #mj.intro

[dustystarlite]

For the Send A Character by mushroom-cookie-bear: Nyx Ulrich, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, and Loqi Tummelt!

Thank you for sending these @chocobothis

Nyx Ulric

Favorite thing about them: Does everything, class?? My favorite thing will forever be his personality, the way he jumps into battle for his loved ones.

Least favorite thing about them:… His death…

Favorite line: "I'm worth the wait, "… more fandom reason… ;) Nonfandom line: "To hell with your power. I'm not here for it. I only came to tell you, you are no kings."

BrOTP: The glaives

OTP: NyxNoct!!!

NOTP: I only share positive vibes

random headcanon: His birthday reflect the goddess he was named after Dec 21; for the winter solstice, he enjoys wine tasting, surfing, and rock climbing.

Unpopular opinion: hmmm… I don't think I have one for him???

Song I associate with them, Calm my storm- Spoken, Hero/Heroine-Boys like Girls, NYX-Yoko Shimomura, and Down and Out- Tantric

Favorite picture of them

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Favorite thing about them: The way she cares for Pryna and Umbra.

Least favorite thing: There wasn't enough of her in the game 🤷‍♀️ she appeared poof gone.

Favorite line: um?? I'm not really sure

BrOTP: Ravus &Prompt

OTP: Ardyn & Prompto & Crowe mostly

NOTP: I only share positive vibes

Random headcanon: She likes edible flowers, and when she was kid, she made for known journal/documentary of her grand adventure into the Tenebrae wilderness along with Pryna and Umbra.

Unpopular opinion:

Songs I associate with them: If U seek Amy-Britney Spears

Favorite picture of them

Loqi Tummelt

Favorite thing about them: I totally understand the Cor thing, I still remember my first play thru, and I fully appreciate the fanboy thing

Least favorite thing: umm??? Same as Luna there wasn't enough of him.

Favorite line: He didn't have many, so I'm not sure just how he said Cor name… okay so it's not an actual line but it give me feels

BrOTP: Cor, Ravus and Aranea

OTP: I don't have one

NOTP:I only share positive vibes

Random headcanon: He has Cor shrine

Unpopular opinion:

Song I associate with them: Every time we Touch- Cascada

Favorite picture of them

#reds ask

[ffxv-chocoheadcanons]

Request (if it hasn’t been done already and if you have time) of Ignis coming home to his S/O crying because she tried to surprise him with dinner but burned it badly.

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AN: whooooo late af buy here we go, started this at work on my break on my phone so let's hops this is decent, once again I'm sorry but ima make this Poly and ABO cause I'm a weak ass Simp who loves them and can't pick one and who loves this AU

Word Count: 913 (im sorry its short didint know how to end it)

Pairing: Chocobros x Omega Reader

Dynamics:

Noctics [Alpha], Gladio [Alpha], Ignis [Alpha], Prompto [Beta]

Warnings:Pregnancy

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You could do this! You were a strong independent Omega who could make a meal for her hardworking pack mates. With your chest huffed you nod to yourself, placing the phone down. You could remember this! ….. or maybe not, looking at the phone again re reading the line you tried to measure out the ingredients again before throwing it into the bowl to mix together. The air was filled with your prideful scent as you danced in the kitchen to the music playing on a speaker. 

You could bake a little so this shouldn't be a problem right? Put it all together in the pan you checked the phone before walking away to the oven. Clicking a few buttons you paused… Did it say a 3 or an 8? You couldn't remember but shrugged it off, no harm. Placing the dish into the oven you shuffled off to get the table ready. You wanted to surprise them all. Noctis and Ignis had a day full of meetings after meeting, as well as Prompto and Gladio training more. They wanted everything settled and done for the pups' arrival. You looked down at the apron on your body as it bulged out some. Running a hand over it you hummed thinking back to when you told them. 

Nothing but love and affection when you let them know. They wanted to move you into the citadel so they could watch you all the time when they aren't home, or have you around guards 24/7 but you wanted to stay, it bothered you thinking of all the guards, strangers, and others close to a nest, or around you with off scents. The thought of it makes your stomach do a flip making the pup get anxious. Rubbing the bump you huffed moving to go sit down on the couch. Taking the apron off you set it on the coffee table sitting down,turning the TV on and the speaker off. Putting up your swollen ankles. 

Watching the TV you let your mind drift off and let time pass before you caught the scent of…. Burning? Burning why would something, OH SIX THE FOOD. Jumping up with a distressed chirp you rushed into the kitchen coughing, turning off the oven. Opening it you struggled to get the food out waving a rag around. Letting it fall on top you yelped from a small burn on your fingers. Whining you heard the smoke detectors go off. Looking up you scrambled to find the broom to try and hit it. Hitting it you knocked it off the wall hitting you on top of your head. Yelping you hunched over, holding your head, unable to hold the flow of distressed chirps flowing from your mouth. 

The door flew open meeting by calls of your name. Looking up at the door your view was filled by the other 4 coming in ready for a fight. They paused seeing the smoke and burning smell as well as the muffled screams of a smoke detector. Gladio picked up the smoke detector hitting the button to turn it off as he glanced at Prompto and Ncotis helping you up to sit down on the chair. Ignis sniffled for a second before spying the source of the burning smell. 

You whined with another chirp leaning into Noctis as Prompto rubbed your shoulders with a kiss on your head. "I… I tried to make dinner but, but i-'' you could stop the flow of tears falling down your face. You felt guilty, you ruined dinner, with small chirps and hiccups you reached for Noctis feeling the wave of emotions crash down on you. Noctis let you cling to him as he scented you. "Hey… hey it's okay" he tried to comfort you with small purrs of his own. “I just wanted to do something special” you whined, sniffling hard. Ignis set to fix the kitchen glancing over with a soft sigh. “Love, it's alright, please don't stress over this. It was an accident” 

Gladio moved closer crouching down in front of you, looking at your eyes you whined nuzzling more into Noctis holding Prompto's hand closer to you. Gladio placed his hands on your knees and he gave a low purr. “Y/N it's alright accidents happen all the time, it's not your fault this happened” moving to stand fully he moved his head to place a soft kiss on your forehead. 

Ignis came back out from the kitchen to you and his pack mates, “accidents happen sometimes love, when i learned how to cook i burned things as well, a lot of meals and Noctis here still burns food” Noctis gave a small huff at that with a small glare. Before pressing his face back into your hair with a purr. Prompto couldn't help but laugh a little at Noctis before moving your hand to his lips. “This also just means we can get some take out, maybe from your favorite place as well?” 

Hearing it you nod giving a sniffle before looking back at Ignis. “Can we?” he was quiet thinking before rising to his feet. “Alright… fine” he couldn't deny you, your one of his mates, and their Omega not to mention pregnant with their pup. With a small purr, you moved to get up pulling them along. “Nest? While we wait?” Prompto grinned with excitement bounding down the hall to the nest room. “Yes! Come on let's go!” Prompto purred loudly.

#abo #noctis #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noct #ffxv noctis #noctis x reader #Gladio #gladiolus amicitia #gladio x reader #gladiolus x reader #ffxv gladio #ffxv #xreader #x reader #ignis scientia #Ignis #ffxv ignis #ignis x reader #final fantasy xv ignis #prom #Prompto #prompto argentum #ffxv prompto #prompto x reader #omega reader #omegaverse x reader #ffxv omegaverse #alpha x omega reader #Polyship Roadtrip #poly bros

[mehbzz]

This is an attempt at some A/B/O fanfic for the chocobros, highly completely inspired by  @weebsinstash They have an isekai reader dropped into A/B/O Insomnia AU that is just amazing and I love it. Actually I love all their thirst ideas! If you like yandere/abo/any other darkcontent stuff, I highly recommend their blog. Their Hazbin Hotel Valentino stuff recently has been gold. I’m not a very good writer, but this fantasy has been stuck in my brain for weeks, so I had a go! It’s at a point where the bros have gone for gently pushing over reader’s boundaries to pretty much trampling all over them. It ends abruptly because I suck at endings! Female reader, 3some, A/B/O, smutty, control issues, dubcon (reader is going into like a pre-heat)  and yandere/possessive vibes.

You had been starving for the past 2 days. Despite Ignis giving you extra portions at dinner you still felt like you hadn’t eaten. The hunger pains and the occasional cramps had you more irritable than normal, snapping at the boys more often than not. The secret conversations and the glances when they thought you weren’t looking along with their smothering attention was also not helping your mood. Their attention was overwhelming at the best of times but the past few weeks had almost been unbearable. You still didn’t fully understand the implications and physical changes you were going through now that your status as an omega had been discovered, you just knew you hated it. Ignis was doing his best to explain things to you, he had spent more time talking with the doctor than you had, it had been a relief when he stepped in and offered to be your proxy when the explanations and questions had started getting too much.

The way the boys were treating you had changed, subtly at first but lately it was like living with babysitters 24/7. The constant physical contact had been hard to get used to, but now was even worse. Although to Noctis’ and Prompto’s credit they had backed off a little recently. All in all you were having a miserable few days. You knew deep down they were trying to help you, that this was, as they kept telling you, normal for them, but you were tired, hungry and frustrated. It was hard to think straight, and you wanted. That was the most frustrating thing, a deep gnawing want in your gut that you didn’t understand. You didn’t know what you wanted. Just that the fact you didn’t have it made you feel like crying.

You needed to sleep. You sighed; closing your eyes, as soon as you did you regretted it. With your eyes closed your senses focused on the scents swirling and mixing around your head, threatening to give you a headache. You had learnt to tell them apart, Noctis a lemony and sweet scent that reminded you of soda, and Prompto a soft floral scent. Ignis and Gladio seemed to fluctuate and mould together, a heady mix of lime, lilies and wood smoke, it was harder to distinguish them beyond the fact that they smelled really good. Ignis had retired to the tent a while ago and Noctis and Prompto were obviously going to be up for a while longer with the way they were still animatedly bickering over some handheld game Noct was playing. You could feel Gladio watching you intently from his chair on the opposite side of the small bonfire as you stood and made your way to the tent.

The t-shirt Gladio had lent you reached almost to your knees, and made a good nightshirt. Clothes were another thing that had made your list of irritations recently. Ignis had explained to you before that finding clothes to fit you while they were out was difficult and that all 4 of them were happy to lend you things until you returned to Insomnia, and you were grateful for that. However it was just another thing that you couldn’t choose for yourself, another thing the boys had somehow gained control of.

You curl up behind Ignis and are not surprised when Gladio joins you not long after. You hear him remove his jacket and lay down behind you. “You ok?” His question doesn’t shock you, despite your annoyance with the situation, you couldn’t deny the fact that Gladio and Ignis tried very hard to make sure you were looked after and comfortable even if the way they did it was overbearing at times. The urge to cry returns and you shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. He sighs and scoots closer wrapping his arm lightly around your waist. “You’ll be ok” he whispers and despite your whirling emotions, you believe him, relaxing into his hold. “I got you”

It’s cosy, with Gladio wrapped around you and Ignis napping in front of you, their scents invading your lungs, lulling you into a calm contented mood. Even the low distant chatter from Noctis and Prompto is helping sooth you. For a while you just lay there, snug in Gladio’s arms, not quite dozing as his thumb strokes softly along the inside of your wrist. You can’t quite remember why you were so irritated before, although the unnamed want is still there, fizzing in your veins with every swirl of Gladio’s thumb, making you feel restless.

The warmth of his bare chest seeps through your thin nightshirt, it’s comforting and against your better judgement you feel yourself arching backwards slightly in to his touch. “You smell good” you murmur head tilting backward to run your nose lightly against his jaw. Gladio tenses and you think you have done something wrong, crossed one of those alpha/omega lines that they are always trying to teach you about, before he relaxes around you, arm curling tighter around your waist. “So do you baby” he nuzzles into the side of your neck. Your head lolls back; turning your face towards him you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He rumbles in response, a low deep vibration that sends a surprising shiver of arousal through you. He liked that. For some reason you like that, and without thinking you run your nails gently up his forearm as you inhale again.

He shifts closer and lets you nuzzle against his cheek. Another low rumble of approval and you realize with a start that you can feel his cock hard and heavy against the back of your thigh. He doesn’t give you chance to move before he is tilting your head further to the side so he can run his tongue runs across your neck inhaling you in return as he does. You squirm, trying to resist the urge to grind back against him; a sudden rush of panic that this was suddenly escalating way too fast. You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you, another calming rumble from deep in his chest, his hand spreading under your shirt across your ribs to tug you flush against him “Relax Omega,” he presses soft fluttery kisses over the shell of your ear “Let your alpha take care of you”. You hate that, hate it when they call you Omega instead of your name but this time, with Gladio pressed against you, his voice low and gravelly in your ear, it has you biting back a moan and your pussy clenching hard around nothing. “You like that? Being my omega?” You surprise yourself with the annoyed growl that escapes your throat at the title again but it quickly dissolves into a whimper when Gladio nips hard at the lobe of your ear in retaliation. “Behave”. The command tugs at something in your chest but all it does it make you press your thighs together, desperately trying to find some relief to the growing ache in your core. You are rapidly losing control of your thoughts, the part of you that had been wilfully pushing back against their attentions succumbing to the pheromones and desire filling the tent. You’re embarrassingly wet; you can feel it soaking through your panties to trickle down your thighs. Gladio’s next inhale has his breath hitching and a low growl escaping the back of his throat, sending another wave of desire through you and another trickle of wetness down your thighs. “Knew it,” he mutters against your neck “knew it was your heat”. You’re not sure what he means but you don’t care, you just need him to touch you. His hand rests against your abdomen, stroking the band of your panties but going no further despite the pleas falling from your lips. Gladio is moving slowly, grinding his cock gently against you. His breathing is fast and shallow against your neck and his kisses are more teeth, scraping gently over the crook of your neck. You moan quietly, trying your hardest to be quiet, to not disturb Ignis sleeping in front of you. “Say it baby, ask you alpha to touch you” “please” you say it immediately, a desperate whine but he doesn’t move. “Please, Alpha” he repeats, finger dipping ever so slowly beneath the waistband.

“Gladio” you respond, this time your growl is louder and the irritation in your tone obvious, your frustration getting the better of you He chuckles at your attempt at dominance, “I knew you’d be a brat” he nips hard again on your ear “going to enjoy working that out of you later” he hums as he slides his hand under the waistband of your panties to stroke gently over your clit. “I’ll be lenient this time” The needy whine that escapes you when he touches you is embarrassingly loud, and you barely register the way Ignis’ shoulders tense at the sound, his scent growing stronger around you, mixing with Gladio’s until you feel like you are drowning in them. “We should stop, I don’t…” your words are breathless, brain feeling sluggish but he doesn’t stop. “Ig…” your words cut off with a hiss as Gladio presses hard against your clit, “He won’t mind baby, he likes to watch”

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you’re so wet for me” Letting his fingers swirl down teasing your entrance before sliding out of your panties completely to tug them further down your thighs. “Off” it’s another command, more a growl than a word and you comply instantly, only just kicking them off round your ankle before he is hooking your leg over his calf and his fingers are back against your clit. His teeth rake across the sensitive skin of your neck and the sudden desire to have him closer has you tilting your head further to the side, giving him more access. The sharp edges of his teeth press harder at your skin and you can’t stop the plea for more that escapes you. You’re not even sure what it is you are asking for, only that you want it so badly it hurts.

“Gladiolus” The tone is sharp, reprimanding and you shrink a little at hearing it, even though you know it’s not directed at you. Gladio huffs but moves away from your neck with a petulant “what?” Ignis scent is strong, his eyes almost completely black as his gaze follows the line of Gladio’s arm down to where it rests between your thighs. You shiver in response, nipples hardening and peaking through your t-shirt, your body responding to the alpha in front of you. “She’s going into heat,” Gladio says, his fingers not stopping the soft little circles around your clit. “She needs us” Ignis’ eyes slide up over your face before his gaze returns between your legs. He takes a long inhale, breathing in your scent as he watches Gladio stroke you.

Ignis shifts closer, his warm hand reaching out to rest on your hip before sliding up under your t-shirt to cup your breast, his thumb gently caressing over your nipple. “Is that right darling? You need us? You want your alphas to take care of you?” His hand slowly sliding back down your body to join Gladio’s between your thighs and inhales again “You smell divine, darling. So wet and desperate for us.” His finger follows Gladio’s as they both swirl gently around your clit before he strokes through your folds to gently push inside you. The groan that escapes him has you clenching hard around him “So tight darling, you would take our cocks so well”. Your moan is eclipsed by Gladio’s as his hips start to rock against you again. “Would you like that?” Ignis continues, “Letting us knot you darling? Letting us fill you with our cum?” He sighs “Letting us breed you?” Gladio moans loud against your ear at that and grinds his hips harder against you. You see Ignis’ lips twitch slightly in a barely concealed smile and you wonder briefly if the dirty talk is aimed at you or Gladio before Ignis slips another finger inside you and you momentarily forget how to breathe. Between Ignis’ and Gladio’s expert touches you feel yourself racing quickly towards your peak. Ignis’ gaze keeps flicking between watching your face and back down between your legs, the clear approval on his face as you fuck yourself on his fingers makes you feel incredibly proud. “Will you cum for us?” he breathes out, sliding closer to brush his lips over yours as he speaks. You open your mouth to reply but instead Ignis kisses you hard, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers flex and stroke inside you. You’re so close. Everything about them is overwhelming, sandwiched between them their presence smothers every thought except the desperate need to cum.  Ignis’ fingers press deep, coaxing you towards orgasm in perfect time with Gladio’s rough caress across your clit. You feel drunk on their pheromones, you know full well Noctis and Prompto can hear everything perfectly with their enhanced hearing, from the way you are shamelessly grinding back against Gladio’s cock to the lurid wet sounds between your legs as you fuck yourself on Ignis’ fingers, but you don’t care. “Cum for us omega” Ignis repeats, sounding breathless but otherwise his usual calm collected self. He curls a third finger inside you, and it's almost too much, but the painful stretch pushes you closer to orgasm. Gladio’s moans and growls against your ear are almost as loud as yours. He’s rutting against you now, forcing Ignis’ fingers deeper with each rough thrust against your ass. “Cum for your alphas baby” The command in his voice is undeniable, so you do. Back arching, your orgasm flooding through you so hard you see stars. Clenching and convulsing hard around Ignis fingers you clutch at his shoulders, a desperate need to anchor yourself as his fingers fuck you through the aftershocks.  You want him closer, you need him closer. Burying your face into the side of his neck, the guttural moan that escapes him as you dig your teeth into his shoulder almost pushing you over the edge again. Gladio’s hand leaves your clit to grip harshly over your breast, a grip you know is going to leave bruises, and you distantly think it would hurt if you weren’t so lost in your post orgasm haze. He ruts against you hard once before he growls loud, hips stuttering as he cums in his pants, body flush against yours, mumbled praises of good girl, good omega whispered into your hair as he slowly comes down from his high. Ignis brushes his lips over yours in a gentle kiss before he slides his fingers from your pussy with a quiet groan. “Lemme taste” Gladio’s voice is strained, his words slightly slurred, and you feel a fresh wave of arousal as you watch Gladio suck Ignis’ fingers in to his mouth with a greedy moan. You feel the shudder from Ignis as Gladio swirls his tongue around Ignis’ slick coated fingers. “You taste so good baby,” he groans as your taste floods across his tongue, “can’t wait to taste you properly”

The whine that escapes your throat as Gladio finally pulls away has him grinning, “Relax baby, I’ll be right back. Need to grab something to clean up.” He pushes you forward towards Ignis before standing and slipping out of the tent.

“It’s ok darling, I’ve got you.” coos Ignis. He looks at you and gently brushes a lock of hair away from your face, a soft smile forming on his lips. “You did so well,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “Such a good little omega for us.” You can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed by the title this time. You feel exhausted and the praise feels good. You snuggle closer, a happy purr involuntarily slipping out of your chest that has Ignis responding to in kind. He kisses your shoulder, lips trailing up over your neck before he shifts to lie back down on the sleeping bag, pulling you to rest against his chest. The whispered and murmured praises of how proud he is of you, and how they will look after you when your heat properly hits sift lazily through your mind, the word ‘claim’ makes something in your chest leap a little with a mixture of dread and excitement, but you’re too lost in your hazy exhausted state to really understand what Ignis is saying. You feel good, deliciously sore, your breast still aching slightly from Gladio’s grip but you feel happy. “Is she purring??” You can hear the surprise in Gladio’s voice when he returns, but you can’t find the energy to respond. Already half asleep the effort needed to correct him is too much. People don’t purr, you can’t purr. However the warmth radiating of Gladio as he sits back down behind you coaxes a sleepy happy little chirp from you and you feel rather than hear Ignis’ slight chuckle. “Where’d she bite?” Gladio’s voice is quiet, you struggle to hear it and although you feel Ignis chest rumble with his reply you can’t make out the words. Did you hurt him? “pity, would’ve been easier,” he pauses, “she won’t be happy about this tomorrow, y’ know” Gladio’s voice is a quiet, odd mixture of guilty and happy but Ignis doesn’t reply beyond a low hum of acknowledgment and the slow beat of his heart as he falls asleep lulls you gently into a doze. That annoying little purr slips from your chest again in satisfaction. “You’re cute when you purr omega” Gladio’s voice is smug in your ear and your sleepy annoyed growl in response only makes him laugh quietly. “Brat” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your ear before he finally settles down behind you, arm sliding back around your waist.

#nsft #chocobros #ffxv ignis #gladiolus amicitia #ignis x reader #gladiolus x reader #gladio #ffxv gladio #abo au #a/b/o universe #alpha #omega #Female reader #yandere #weebsinstash

[secret-engima]

In your LC Birbs verse, what would have happened if Ardyn had found Ozpin before Ramuh had intervened?

hgfgf forgive how long I’ve been perching on this ask but it’s just- has many possible answers and so I was hoarding it a little. Also I shall proceed to meet timeline for the sake of Prompto’s existence, just be aware XD.

-If Ardyn had found Ozpin before Ramuh had, he would have likely been in denial at first. He would have likely just been skulking around during a bout of restlessness, since as the Accursed sleep isn’t really an option very often, and found this isolated clone tank. Because the clone in that tank is dark skinned, at first he wouldn’t even have suspected the child was his. But then Ozpin, dimly sensing magic outside his tank and desperate to be free of this constant sedated haze, reaches out and Ardyn.

-Freezes.

-He knows that magic.

-He presses close to the tank, hands rising up to shakily touch the cold glass as the little one inside (probably only about half a year old in this AU? If that) stirs faintly. Gold eyes fight open to half-lidded cracks, and little fingers struggle through the haze of sedation to reach for Ardyn on an almost subconscious need-help-please-please. Ardyn feels his breath stutter as he looks at those gold, gold eyes and feels magic that burns slightly at his Scourge in a mix of LC-Oracle-Ardyn-Aera and feels the pieces collide.

-He yanks himself away from the tank and stalks away. It can’t be. It can’t be. The Scourge is toying with his mind again, making him see things, feel things.

-He mentally slaps at the magic that desperately reaches for him, and tells himself he feels no regret when it turns from hopeful-pleading to terrified and shrinks away.

-Ardyn tells himself he was imagining things for a month. Maybe two. Maybe far more than that, time is so hard for him to grasp. He tries to forget. But he can’t. He obsesses. The sight of the child in the tank haunts him whenever his eyelids shut, burns at him whenever he visits the lab after and catches a flicker of magic before it vanishes again.

-Finally, the need to know is too great. He returns and breaks into Besithia’s private office. He sorts through the papers about the MT project with growing frustration, yanks open locked drawers with raw strength of the desperate and paws through files of words that make little sense until he finds it.

-Project: Remnant stares back at him, a collection of photos of the tank child, of reports of various infant experiments that he cannot fully understand but sound like they would hurt (for doesn’t even the mildest strike of electricity hurt no matter how ultimately harmless it is?) and ... his origins. A project to clone the Accursed (to clone ARDYN) and while he doesn’t understand all the fancy words and self boasting littered in the reports, he understands the gist. That the initial clones all failed, daemonified within days. That Besithia had to eventually combine two extra strands of DNA in order to stabilize the child now in the tank. One of those strands was just a placeholder, a sample he had on hand that is at fault for the subject’s dark skin. The other strand-

-Tombs of the Oracles. The First Oracle.

-Aera.

-Aera-Aera-her-child-his-child-AERA’SCHILD

-Things get hazy. He remembers standing in Besithia’s quarters while the man writhed and screamed and paid for daring to desecrate Aera’s grave. He remembers setting ... a lot of things on fire, his armiger tearing open the walls as he raged.

-He remembers the crash of glass and black blood pouring from his arms before they healed as he pulled Aera’s drugged child free of the tank. The little one was so small, so alone, and somewhere with that thought in his head he thinks he snatched up another child on the way even though it was of Besithia’s blood, because there’s a screaming in his head that isn’t human but isn’t entirely the insanity of daemons insisting that hatchlings need playmates to grow up properly.

-He comes back to himself far away from the ruins of the laboratory, trekking through the wilderness with not one, but two children in his arms, one of them an infant barely a few months old. The other is his- is Aera’s- is their son. The infant is shivering and he takes a moment to securely wrap it in a spare coat (he didn’t intend to steal one of Besithia’s little MTs but he did and so this child is HIS now) before inspecting his blood child. The little boy is still drugged into sleep, unresponsive to Ardyn’s careful prodding, and Ardyn feels something inside him crack in pain as he inspects and realizes that the boy is no longer an infant, but a toddler. Perhaps two years old, bordering on three even.

-How long had he spent running away in denial while Aera’s child floated in that tank at Besithia’s mercy? Too long. Unforgivably long.

-“Oh my little one,” he breathes hoarsely, “Oh Aera. I abandoned our son. I would strike myself down were he not in need of me.”

-He carts both children through the wilds, slinking into the nearest town only to steal as many supplies as he can before flitting away again. The blond infant he’s stolen is not drugged and so wake up periodically. Ardyn had no real intention of getting attached, but his own son has reawakened things inside him, and the realization that this tiny infant is already well trained to not cry even when hungry or in discomfort makes his stomach churn and his armiger flicker briefly into being. He tries to distract himself from his worries over his sleeping son by fussing over the infant, making silly faces and cooing as he tends the infant who will be his own child’s playmate and little foster sibling. The little one needs a name.

-He will decide later. He must name Aera’s child first.

-He must ensure Aera’s child is alright first.

-The toddler finally wakes up on the second day of their travels, sluggish and confused. Ardyn feels precious, precious magic unfurl sleepily, tentatively little fingers of energy trying to pinpoint his new surroundings. Ardyn reaches back, eagerly, instinctively.

-The flinch from his son as gold eyes snap awake in fear, the way too-young magic all but recoils from him, hurts worse than Somnus’s blade through his heart all those centuries ago. The toddler in his arms gasps faintly, looking around, wide awake and confused-afraid. Ardyn shakes free of his shock and tries to hum a soothing note, but all it gets him is his child clumsily trying to raise his arms over his head like he expects a blow.

-Ardyn remembers that first meeting, that first sighting in the tank, the way magic had reached for him half asleep and needy and so vulnerable.

-He remembers how he had lashed out and slapped it away.

-It’s painfully, achingly, burningly clear that his son remembers it too, even though he shouldn’t, even though he should be too young to recall that horrible mistake, and Ardyn has to fight to breathe past the guilt screaming in his skull even louder than the Scourge. He can’t lose his mind, not yet, not again. He can’t lose his mind or run away or try fruitlessly to execute himself for the crime of hurting Aera’s child, because the little one (little ones, he hasn’t forgotten the burbling infant) need a caretaker and Ardyn is the only one (the only one who knows, who can be trusted, a magic child will suffer if given to non magical parents and he wouldn’t trust Somnus’s bloodline as far as he could throw Ifrit).

-He talks soothingly, mindlessly, trying to get the toddler in his arms to uncurl. He does eventually, looking around in fear-confusion, but his magic stays coiled tight inside him, and Ardyn’s tentative poke at it is met with another flinch and a wild-eyed gasp of terror.

...

-Ozpin wakes up and doesn’t know what’s going on or where he is. At first he reaches out, but the moment he brushes up against another, larger, magic, memories of Salem and half-formed impressions of this same magic striking him in anger that might be a dream or might be truth make him retreat and curl in on himself. He feels small, helpless, there is an eerie silence in his head where only faded memories lie instead of a new voice and a new host and he doesn’t understand.

-Talking draws him out of the haze of half-panic, but when large, dangerous magic pokes at his core again he recoils, expecting it to turn into fangs and the burning agony Salem was so very good at unleashing. It’s been so, so long since he felt any other magic than Salem’s or his own that he cannot stop himself from assuming pain will follow. That all magic not his own is intended for pain.

-The man holding him falters in his speech, like he’s in physical pain, and Ozpin uncurls again to peer at him. Is he injured? Who even is he?

-Ardyn, Ozpin learns as they travel. The man’s name is Ardyn, and Ozpin is in a toddler’s body that seems to belong to no one but him, there is another child, a blond infant who doesn’t look like he’s related to Ardyn or Ozpin but is with them anyway, who gurgles too-quiet in the way abused children do. Ozpin thinks, hazily, that this man might have rescued the pair of them from somewhere horrible. Or he might be at fault for that horrible place.

-Ardyn names the infant Prompto, and calls Ozpin “Zagreus” and Ozpin is too wary to tell him he already has a name. They’re traveling through the wilderness, one that Ozpin doesn’t know, and the moon above their heads is strange and unbroken.

-Ardyn has magic. Ozpin is too wary still to do more than flinch and hold painfully, obediently still whenever the man cautiously brushes it against Ozpin’s senses, even though he knows it hurts Ardyn to be rejected so, even though he knows he should be brave and reach out in return, because he doesn’t think this man has ever hurt him. Not yet at least. Not intentionally. The man is terrible at self care, so Ozpin thinks those repeated stretches of forgetting to feet him and Prompto are unintentional. Ozpin works up the nerve to keep track of time himself and repeatedly (hesitantly) tug on Ardyn’s coat when he thinks it’s time to feed Prompto and himself.

-Ardyn calls Ozpin his son. Ozpin has yet to figure out if that’s true or not. If he mingled magic, he’d be able to tell he thinks, because there is a strange new magic woven into his core, bolstering and healing his long-faded green and mingling into it with strands of blue and gold he can see behind his eyelids, but- he can’t.

-Every time he thinks of trying, all he can think of is Salem. And all the ways she killed him. All the times she forced their magics to mingle so he could feel her rage and hate and possessive, poisonous love as she carved him open and ended yet another lifetime.

-It doesn't help that Ardyn is ill. It’s not Grimm Darkness, he thinks after the first three panic attacks that trigger when he glimpses the man’s sickness. But it is very similar. Too similar. A part of Ozpin, his gold magic, itches to reach out and fix it, but after seen Ardyn look more Grimm than man when tearing apart the strange night monsters that sometimes hunt them, it’s all the self control he has not to grab Prompto and run into the wilderness. To let Ardyn pick them up and continue on their way. They will die without Ardyn, he knows that.

-It doesn’t make him any less afraid.

-It takes a long, long time to be able to fight down that fear even a little, to not stiffen in preparation for a strike when shaking hands pet his hair, to not duck his head and breath slow when Ardyn looks at him and speaks to him, trying to coax out a response that remains frozen silent on Ozpin’s tongue. He knows he’s acting poorly. But despite his infection, despite being so very hauntingly like Salem in some ways, Ardyn never loses his temper at either of them. He never turns violent or raises a hand against them, or withholds food or clothes or stuffed toys when Prompto misbehaves or Ozpin once again recoils from the touch of Ardyn’s magic.

-They’re wandering another continent entirely, and Prompto has already started babbling his first choppy words (Ze and Dyn respectively), by the time Ozpin works up the nerve to let his magic out into the air again. To probe at the air around them while Ardyn goes desperately, fragilely still and watches him without daring to reach out for fear of scaring Ozpin. It takes a lot of nerve, but he manages to brush his magic against Ardyn’s in gratitude-trust before retreating again, exhausted from pushing past so many lifetimes of Salem’s pain to do even that. He’ll try actually speaking aloud another day. Maybe.

-A few days later though, Ozpin hears two birds cawing hoarsely in the air and feels something familiar, and suddenly he’s racing away from Ardyn as fast as his tiny legs can carry him, chasing those birds in the sky and reaching for them with magic and need because that feels like-

-The birds plummet from the sky, and a moment later, two scraggly, wild eyed children with black hair and bright red eyes burst out of the underbrush to tackle him with gleeful cries.

-He’s found Raven and Qrow.

#SE asks #shiki-inori asks #Secret Engima Rambles #LC Birds verse #Shadowed Wings verse #oh look spin off au #Hmmmm #Ardynson verse

[ffxvficrec]

POLYSHIP ROADTRIP ROUND UP 2

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Modicum of Modesty by Lhugy_for_short

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Explicit

At twenty-five, Noctis' greatest accomplishment in life is having all-but tarnished the Caelum name. He skips meetings in favor of joy riding around the city in expensive cars; in lieu of settling down, he brings unscrupulous strangers home to warm his bed. Rumors have it that he's hell-bent on destroying both the family business and himself in the process.

The only one who understands, who sees the hurt, the loneliness behind the reckless facade, is Ignis Scientia. Yet even his moral high ground is not unshakeable, and he'll need to tread carefully if he's to pull Noct from the darkness without succumbing to temptation himself.

Collar Full by starofinsomnia (quirklessbunny)

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Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Explicit

When an announcement goes out that Noctis is going to marry the princess of Tenebrae, Lunafreya Nox Flueret, he decides he has to run away. After walking in on him packing, Ignis is dragged into his plot to disappear, and they succeed in doing so by dressing Noctis up as a noblewoman and sneaking him out of the Citadel. What happens when they run into a cute blond peasant and fall in love, and how can they ever fully leave when two of the people they love most would stay?

The Open Road Brings Us Home Again by Lady_Kaie

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Mature

Noctis is watching the world rebuild around him, and he is doing his part with the three men who mean the most to him. Everything should be wonderful and perfect, but he knows that those ten years he missed while in the crystal have caused rifts. Determined to find his way back to his lovers, he puts together a road trip...

Hoping that they will find each other again.

In Full Bloom by EzraTheBlue

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum & Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum

Teen 

Prompto has lived a lonely existence, kept to his rooms in his step-parents' home in the Galahd desert and never allowed to see the outside world or anyone other than servants. That all changes suddenly, when Prompto is left orphaned and with no family but for a step-uncle, living across the sea in the broad fields of Lucis.

Prompto is taken to a whole new world and discovers that his new home holds many secrets and mysteries, hidden behind locked doors, wailing winds, and the sealed lips of the other people who live and work there. However, as he learns more, he finds that he wants to bring some of the secrets into the light, and right some old wrongs done to the people he's come to care about.

His fate -- and the fate of the other boys he soon comes to care about -- becomes entwined with one special secret garden.

bury our burdens in blood by Crazyloststar

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Mature

Gladio and Ignis finds themselves in a time loop, one that puts them back on the train to Zegnautus Keep every time.

They have to fight to survive. Or die trying.

Harmony by GingerEl

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Teen

Noctis refuses to make any other friends, so Ignis designs an online personality test to find him one. Prompto's score? 92/100.

Art Imitates Life by BossGoose

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Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Teen

Ignis had planned to never return home, but after his estranged uncle dies, he is the only one left to put the man’s final affairs in order. He’d known going back would be difficult, but he hadn’t expected to discover an old family secret that made him completely reevaluate everything he’d thought he’d known about his uncle, or to end up in trouble with the law as a consequence. Distraction comes in the form a sudden and unexpected attraction to three local men: a bubbly technician at the crematorium, a soft-spoken representative at a local landscaping company, and the beefy owner of a nearby adult bookstore, all three of whom happen to also be friends. It’s only with their help that Ignis is finally able to navigate through these difficult circumstances . . . and perhaps even find something he’d been missing along the way.

The Glue That Binds by Ember_Lace

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Mature

Ten years ago Noctis disappeared from Prompto’s life without so much as a goodbye. When he suddenly turns up in the café that Prompto works in, it sets off a chain of events that leads to love, pain, and corporate subterfuge. Prompto is left to come to terms with his long held feelings for Noctis as well as new ones growing quietly in his heart for his friend’s new companions.

Soul Bound by Maniacalfreak

No Archive Warnings Apply

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Nyx Ulric

Biggs Callux/Wedge Kincaid

Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia

Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia

Explicit

Noctis faces a lot of grief over the choice of mates the fates have bestowed upon him. A vampire and a lycan – it was unheard of to have a triad of different creatures be destined for each other. Most people were graced with one – or gods be generous, two. Noctis has two mates already, and yet he still feels an emptiness in his chest where a third bond remains untethered, stretching out into the vastness of their world, waiting to be found.

Ardyn has another opinion. Having a mate has done nothing but cause him unending pain and grief, the magic flowing through his veins and extending his life was a curse. He’s forced to live, remembering his wretched brother striking down his mate and leaving him alone in the world. The place in his chest that was once filed with warmth and light from his bond with his mate Aera was now twisted with a void so endless he could lose himself in the inky depths where his mate’s vibrance once gave his life meaning.

Love was weakness. It made you vulnerable – it gave someone the power to destroy you.

Ardyn only wishes Noctis could see that.

#Polyship Roadtrip #ffxv #ffxv fanfic #final fantasy xv

[greenjudy]

remember this

20.

A restless night in the Burbost caravan, perched over the Wennath right up against the highway: I’m not sure you’ve slept. I know I haven’t.

The sound of the sink makes me open my eyes. You’re fully dressed, hunched over at the edge of the pullout bed. Your wonderful hair has lost its elegant, vertical style, and you scrub at your eyes as Prompto splashes water on his face.

We emerge to a line of gorgeous thunderheads staged across the sky and a cold, damp wind, but there is no rain now as we load the car and make our way south and west, the top down. We are haloed by the morning light, all pink and grey.

We travel in silence. After Prompto tries a few times to draw you out, he gives it up, just brushing up against the shell that’s formed around you long enough to hand you a can of Ebony as you drive. He knows better than to even try with me.

The sun climbs as the clouds blow across the horizon. I can’t understand why it’s moving so fast. Has it always been this way, this relentless, all this time? With all the hunts, all the nights, all the glorious things you made that we ate together: Why didn’t I notice?

I suddenly hear your voice in my head: I thought it was over.

We make it as far as the Maidenwater turnout. Then, without explanation, you pull over, and kill the engine. Your eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. The anguish in your face hits me like a blow, and I sag in the back seat.

I see you rest your face against your hands on the steering wheel. You’re collecting yourself.

“Prompto,” you say then, your voice so gentle, “could you wait in the car for a moment, please? Noct and I…”

“Yeah. Privacy,” Prompto agrees, no surprise whatsoever in his face. “I dig it, Iggy. Take your time. I’ve got… things to think about, anyway.” He holds out his camera. “Gotta decide what to save.” Prompto meets my eyes, briefly lifts a fist in solidarity, and gives me a sad smile.

All of a sudden I see what he sees; I know what I guess he’s known all along, since we were kids together, and he never, ever, ever asked me which girl I liked in class. Even when it came to Luna, a bond I haven’t been able to explain to anyone else—even you—Prompto knew the truth about where my heart lies.

“Noct,” you say, and helplessly I follow you away from the car, over the divider, and across the strip of grass at the edge of the road.

You lead me uphill past moss-covered rocks and tiny pools of standing water. The turbulent cloud opens, and it’s like Ravatogh’s right there, its wild filigree of lava branching like frozen lightning across the sky.

At the summit of the hill, hidden from the car down below, you turn to face me, but you don’t speak.

“So,” I say.

“So.”

“I guess you never… all along, you never lost track…”

“No,” you say. “I never lost track.”

Slowly you take off your glasses and stow them in the inside pocket of your jacket. Your hands are shaking.

Your face, marked by no scar. Your eyes, so old, so tired, so clear. Your hair tumbles across your forehead, stirring in the wind.

“Ignis,” I say, my heart hammering. “You went through hell. I just wanted you to have a chance. To have some light. To forget. To forget for awhile. Not forever. But yes, for awhile!”

“Noctis, I could see,” you say. “How could I ever forget?”

It’s intolerable. Intolerable.

I cover my mouth with my hand. You reach out and grip my wrist tight enough to bruise, pulling my hand away from my face.

“Every day, everything we did. It was deliberate, wasn’t it? It was not by chance that we ended up living together. Every single thing that happened here was something you wanted. The flat in Lestallum. That didn’t happen by accident. This was our time, and that was what you wanted.”

I have to push so hard to shift the stone away, the stone on my chest that makes me silent.

“Exactly. Exactly what I wanted. More than anything,” I tell you, finally.

With a strangled sound you put your arm around me and pull me in. Your hand’s fisted in my hair. I am caught in a vertigo that has threatened me for decades, almost all my short life.

“You were gone for ten years. For ten years, I had nothing but hope. The promise you made that you’d come back and—throw yourself at the darkness—”

“Iggy, I—“

“No. Let me finish,” you say, implacable, and I’m caught, silenced, your grip on me keeping me upright.

“For ten years I waited without a sign, without light, because I knew we’d meet again, just for a moment. Then—“ you laugh, like you can’t believe it—“you took us—you telescoped it, our time, so precious—and the joke of it all—I’m still here, still waiting…”

“I’m sorry, Iggy,” I manage. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know.”

You say my name, and I close my eyes.

“There are not enough moments left for waiting or wondering. There’s not enough time left for us to waste any. If there’s more to have,” you say, “I’m going to have it. Now.”

“Take it,” I tell you.

You tilt up my chin and then your mouth’s on mine.

And you overwhelm me, your hand on the back of my head, your tongue in my mouth, your teeth in my lower lip, your kisses along the line of my jaw, your voice as I gasp into your mouth, the terrifying tenderness of your voice.

We’re rooted to this spot, swaying as the wind blows, but clouds are passing overhead as you kiss me, and even with my eyes closed I can feel the shadows moving across us.

“We have to get back,” I say, finally, my hands fisted in your shirt. “Prompto’s…”

“I know.”

There are tears on your lashes.

“Whatever happens next,” you say, “please remember this.”

These kisses, these acetylene torch kisses. The blue flame burning us both.

And your voice right in my ear, so soft, cutting so deep.

My dear—my dearest—I never stood a chance.

--

Updating on the AO3.

#FFXV #ignoct #ignoct with a vengeance #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x ignis #fam they were in love

[leeus-writing]

Hi! I’m not sure if you do Crossovers but this one is a x reader as well

I was wondering if you could write a FFXV & FF7 crossover?? Reno (or Cloud) x F!Reader , where the reader is a princess and oracle like Lunafreya ! Basically the reader is Lunafreya, As she’s great friends with Avalanche and Aerith so they know but ShinRa doesn’t until Noctis and his pals had enter the ff7 universe, ended up in the Turks office as somewhat this random staff knows about the prince and princess and spills it out as nobody knows as Reno is completely shocked that his girlfriend is a princess and magical as well and worried but also jealous (since the boys are very close with the reader especially with Noctis) but also since it’s not safe since sephiroth is back and the Turks duties but reader is a bad bitch mhm.

I’m sorry I didn’t realized how long this was!! Of course, you can shorten; I don’t mind ^^

Hi

I’ve never done crossovers before between two final Fantasy games. I don't really know FFxv very well so I hope you like what I’ve written. I did have to shorten it a little. >.< It has the potential to be come a fully fledged Fan fic!

Oracle

You’d come to Gaia to escape destiny, finding the contrast a welcome change to the planet you had come from. You weren’t expected fulfil an important role in this world and you could choose who you wanted to love, instead of expecting to marry your betrothed. Not that there was anything wrong with Noctis, you just wanted choice. Choice to choose your own path. Not that, that was easy being an Oracle meant you knew destiny sometimes couldn’t be changed.

You woke with a jolt one night, trying to remember the dream that had woken you. The redhead laying beside you shifted in his sleep, pulling you closer. Reno, a Shinra Turk and the person you’d chosen. Not your family, not destiny, you had chosen him. You sigh and then the dream hits you. Noctis was in Gaia. It was like destiny had given you a middle finger. They were to be captured by the Turks. 

Morning meant Reno leaving early. A strange group of people had been captured by Elena the night before. You say nothing, knowing who the group is and leave for the slums. You tell Reno that your going to visit Aerith. You wanted to talk things through with her. Reno smiled to himself a little and heads off to the office.

“You clearly took a wrong turn Ignis!” Prompto snaps pulling on his handcuffs.

“No, I didn’t!”

“Then how do you explain how we got on another planet!”

“I Don’t know!”

“Guys… fighting isn’t going to help us!” Noctis shouted.

Gladiolus chuckled to himself watching the two “Oh Noctis, just let them fight it out.”

They looked up as Reno and Rude walked in, more questioning. They gave the same answers. They had no idea how they ended up in Midgar, they were just on a driving trip. It was a routine everyone was getting tired of. Reno had begged Tseng to let him use other techniques but as the four weren’t dangerous even though they didn’t exist on their system. There was no need for violence.

Reno sat down, fingers pressed to his temple. He looked at the four and then back at Rude. All of them were tired and fed up. Reno’s phone rang and he answered.

“Boss? Yes boss Y/N is with Aerith. They wont go far probably just the church. Yeah, yeah I’ll go down after…” Reno hung up and looked at the four. They were staring at him.

“Y/N … as in (Your first name and last name)?” Gladiolus asked.

“Yeah you know her?” Reno asked confused and a little protective.

“Princess Y/N?” Prompto “Hey Noctis your betrothed is here!”

“She’s not my Betrothed any more Prompto, Lunafreya is…” Noctis replied a little long suffering.

Reno’s teeth grit a little, jealousy burning in his chest. He hated it more when Tseng eventually saw no reason to keep them and they were released. Reno lit up a cigarette taking a long drag standing outside the building. The four men approached him. Ignis pushed Prompto forwards.

“Umm… Would it be alright if you took us to see Y/N?”

Reno scowled at him and the others. If you knew them then they couldn’t be that bad. Besides, he couldn’t exactly deny you childhood friends. He sighed reluctantly and gestured for them to follow.

“Have you not told Reno about your powers?” Aerith asked arranging her flower basket

“No, not yet. I’m not ready to,” you reply “So… my Vision.”

“I… I don’t think it could mean you have to leave Reno. Maybe it’s just closure. A chance to say goodbye to your old life?” Aerith stated walking over.

You hum a little and sit down on the floor thinking. Aerith looked up and waved smiling. “Oh… Reno has company…”

“Princess Y/N Is it really you!” Prompto shouted running over.

“Watch the flowers!” Aerith snapped.

“You heard the lady!” Reno snapped pulling Prompto onto the path.

Noctis pushed passed the group. Prompto frowned going to follow but Ignis pulled him back shaking his head. The other man nodded understanding Ignis’s reasoning. You and Noctis needed some time alone.

Reno watched the two of you jealous. But… he couldn’t understand, you were a princess of where? Princess’s didn’t exist on Gaia… did they? He frowned watching Prompto leaning over and trying to photograph Aerith’s flowers. She giggled when he showed her the pictures, complimenting him on his skill.

“We were worried you know?”

“Hu?” Reno asked turning to Gladiolus confused.

“About Y/N, she’s one of the few Oracles we had. When she vanished, well, we thought she was dead. Noctis was particularly distressed. They were always so close. I think that’s why she was made his Betrothed,” Gladious told him.

Betrothed, Reno scowled and grabbed his baton. No way were these four taking you away from him. Wait! “Did you say Oracle?” His eyes widened. You had powers as well! What else did he not know! Gladious nodded. Reno swallowed back the shock as you walked over.

You smile sheepishly up at the man you loved so much, looking back at Noctis. They weren’t there to take you away, Aerith was right. Closure was the key. Reno deserved to know the truth. You take his hands in yours, kissing over the knuckles.

“We need to talk,” you say to him, smiling.

“Yes…”

Prompto, Noctis, Gladious and Ignis watched along with Aerith as you and Reno walked away. 

“Did we just brake up a couple?” Prompto asked before taking a photo of the two of them.

“No, I think we made one stronger,” Noctis replied.

                                                          ~~~

~Ao3~

#ff7 #ffxv #Ff7 reno x reader #noctis x reader #reno of the turks #ffxv x ff7 #crossover #Final Fantasy 7 #final fantasy #reno sinclair

[redfoxline]

Thanks to @whumptober2020 for their hard work at organizing the challenge! I’m so excited to participate this year! =D

Whumptober Day 01-02

Theme: ‘Let’s hang out sometimes’ + ‘In the hands of the enemy’

Prompts: ‘Waking up restrained’ +  ‘Kidnapping’

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Word count: 2264

Summary: Prompto opened his eyes to the sight of blood spots on his white shoes. The very same pair of sneakers that he had begged Cor to purchase for him as a gift at the beginning of the school year. Cor, who was neither his father nor his foster parent, but who looked after him like a godfather anyway. Cor, who abhorred spending unnecessary funds on trinkets, but ended up paying a pair of shoes a third of his wage just because they were trendy and Prompto had wanted to look cool. Barely one semester in, and Prompto got them ruined.

Prompto opened his eyes to the sight of blood spots on his white shoes.

The very same pair of sneakers that he had begged Cor to purchase for him as a gift at the beginning of the school year. Cor, who was neither his father nor his foster parent, but who looked after him like a godfather anyway. Cor, who abhorred spending unnecessary funds on trinkets, but ended up paying a pair of shoes a third of his wage just because they were trendy and Prompto had wanted to look cool. He had made him promise to take good care of it, at the very least, because it was useless to spend this amount of money in mere shoes if they didn't last the whole school year at least.

Barely one semester in, and Prompto got them ruined.

His internal laments were cut out by pain. Like a wake-up call, his brain finally registered that he was sitting in a very uncomfortable chair. Around him, nothing but plain, dented walls of some sort of warehouse. The door was locked, a brand new padlock glistening in the beam of sunlight.

Fear rose in his throat like bile.

Prompto lurched against the ropes binding him, straining his neck to get a better look through the window. He could barely see the top of some skyscrapers further away, and the sky. Was he that high? Was he in some kind of abandoned parking lot?

There was a district full of this kind of building near the checkpoint entrance of Insomnia. Prompto had never set foot in this area. It was rumoured to be haunted by the old people in the Niff District. Noctis had promised him it only was an urban legend, that it was empty because no one wanted to build a house this close to the gates, where fights would happen should deamons or niffelheim army sneak past the Wall.

Noctis! He smiled at the thought of this friend. Didn't Noctis explain to him what to do in case of kidnapping?

"Don't provoke them. Keep a low profile and give them what they want until rescue comes to get you," Noctis had recited in an obviously bored sigh. "Look at them and your surroundings. Try to gather as much information as you can. If you can communicate, try to give as much information as possible about your location. If they leave you behind, keep hidden until sunlight and get to the nearest place with a phone. Only act against them if it's your last resort."

That wasn't very useful to him, Prompto thought. !there was no one to make demands. Not that he could grant any, anyway.

He tried to move but the chair had been screwed down to the concrete. Grumbling in defeat, he looked around for another option, until his eyes found the door and its padlock again.

Wait. How come he could see the padlock? Shouldn't it be outside?

A wave of dread ran through his body and made his skin crawl.

If it was inside, it could only mean that, whoever had taken him there, had locked the both of them in.

After a long minute where terror froze him into place, he tried to turn around. A large wood board had been screwed on the back of the chair, preventing him to fully see what was behind him. He craned his neck as much as he could, his eyes turned so far back he felt they would just pop out of his head, he managed to glimpse at a tinted mirror. From the look of it, Prompto imagined it was large enough to cover most of the wall.

His stomach twisted. If there was a door to access the other side, it probably was right behind him.

How many were they? Were they watching him? He could imagine their stares burning his neck through the wood board.

The sob escaping his lips took him by surprise. He valiantly tried to blink back the tears but they fell anyway, tracing burning tracks on his cold cheeks. The empty room suddenly felt freezing, extracting another full-body shiver out of him. He didn't dare to speak up. Whatever they wanted, Prompto couldn't give it to them. Not that he would have wanted to, anyway.

They probably expected him to be able to provide information about Noctis, he realized.  Maybe they would even ask for ransom. His face had appeared enough times in tabloids, trotting along with the Prince, for them to understand Noctis would go to great length to retrieve him.  Too bad for them. The only information he knew about Noctis that was public was his love for fishing and tomato-flavoured chips. No one would have been stupid enough to let a civilian like him get access to security data. If there were in for the money, though, he wasn't sure about what would happen. Certainly, King Regis wouldn't let an underage civilian,  especially a friend of his son, in the hands of his kidnappers. He wouldn't pay, though. If he sent the Kingsglaive, Prompto wasn't sure what would happen to him in the crossfire.

Hope bloomed in his chest when his internal voice of reason - which has suspiciously started to sound like Ignis as of late - reminded him they could do it for intimidation. To prove they could get close to the Prince. Anti-Crowners. They would have left him there.

Metal scratching the concrete dashed all hope away. Someone had opened a door.

Someone had opened the door right behind him.

His world went spinning and stopped whirling at the same time. There was nothing to feel but the utter terror blossoming in his belly when the man came into vision.

"Prompto Argentum." He knew what fearing for his life meant, now that his own name had left the man's lips. "Good afternoon, kid. You slept for a very long time. My buddies and I were wondering if we might have roughened up you a bit too much."

The blood on his shoes, Prompto realized. It came from somewhere, of course. He felt bad overall, but no place hurt more than another, so he assumed they hadn't beaten him up that much. It wasn't like he remembered how they got him there.

"Do you know why you're there, Argentum?"

He shook his head. The man grinned and snickered.

"He doesn't know why he's here! What an unassuming boy!". His hands plumped on Prompto's shoulders, all amused attitude vanished from his face. "Are you serious?"

Prompto couldn't get a word out, but that didn't seem to matter to the man. He turned back, leaving Prompto with a bad case of trembling knees, and started rambling.

"What a joke. He doesn't know!" The coldness of the man's glare would have been enough to pin Prompto down to his damned chair if he hadn't been tied up already. Prompto had seen Coeurls on Lucian Geographic who looked less murderous than his perpetrator.

"You're the bestie of the Prince and you don't have a clue what business we could have with you, kid?" A raucous laugh that didn't sound right ricocheted against the walls.

"Guess what? You're a lucky one. We're not bad guys. We don't care about the Prince. He is a kid too, and we're not child murderers. No need to be scared of us. We just want information about a man, and you happen to know a lot about him. Right, Argentum?"

Names and faces flashed through his mind. Who could he know that would have that much importance to that man? He didn't know the King personally, hadn't met him yet. Neither did he know Gladio's dad. The man probably didn't mean Ignis, because even if Iggy was the future Chamberlain, he wasn't one yet, and anyway he was barely legal so he didn't have time to do anything some crazy old man would want to...

"Seems like the Immortal is quite fond of you."

What?

"The Immortal?" He heard himself whisper, bewildered.

"Yes, the Immortal. Fancy that you know him. We've been tracking the little Prince for a while just to catch him. Seems like a busy man. Even if he's the head of the bloody royal security, we never saw him in a mile radius of the prince."

The man laughed and squeezed Prompto's shoulder. Hard.

"And here you come! The Immortal never visits the Prince, but Uncle Cor sure wouldn't miss the chance to take his dear nephew shopping, Imma right? Or are you his son, maybe?"

"I'm not. I'm really not!" He insisted, feeling the man digging his fingers deeper into his shoulder, making him wince in pain.

"Sure thing you aren't, kid. Why would the Immortal spend his time with you then?"

"I swear I'm not! I'm niff! The Crownsguards took me back in Insomnia when my parents were killed in Gralea!"

His pleas only made the man angrier.

"Likely story, eh? Someone like him wouldn't spend so much time with you if you weren't linked somehow."

A series of impatient knocks on the tinted mirror interrupted him.

"OK, kid. I just have a few questions about daddy dearest." If he ever made it out alive, Prompto would never laugh at B-Movies lines ever again - in real life those were downright terrifying to hear.

"Where does the Marshal live?"

Where did-Where did Cor live?

The walls of his apartment were painted with a light yellow. In the evening, the living room gleamed in the golden light.  Being perched on the 32nd floor, it felt like being nestled in a cocoon nest, unreachable and above the clouds. Prompto had stayed the night a few times, whenever Mrs Argentum had to go away and needed him to be watched and every time he had managed to snatch a handful of amazing sunsets snippets. It didn't hurt Cor hid a fantastic collection of photography books in his office and could make a killer paella.

It seemed crazy people wouldn't know where it was situated. As far as Pormpto knew, the location wasn't a state secret. He wasn't an important person either. No matter what Noctis said, Cor wasn't exempted from following the rules. If the location of his apartment was deemed sensitive information, Prompto would never have been allowed up there.

"I don't know," he heard himself say, anyway.

"You don't know?"

"I don't know," he repeated, feeling a bit more sure of himself despite the tremors of his voice. "I suppose he has an apartment in the Citadel or something."

Next thing he registered was pain.

The punch would have sent him flying if the chair hadn't been screwed onto the ground. His vision turned blurry from the tears and he could hear the man yelling and yelling, but could not concentrate enough to understand what he was saying.

"Think you're funny, little shit? Think this is a joke?!"

"Calm down Dan." A new voice piped in. "Not gonna help if he can't answer."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"N-No." He kept his eyes on the ground.

A kick to his knee tore a cry from his throat. Finger dug hard at his jaw, forcing his chin up.

"For a Niff you're quite loyal, aren't you?" He shoved him back, dirty nails scratching Prompto's cheeks. "Perfect. Then if you don't know where he lives, you can tell me where he works, right?"

"The-The Citadel?"

"And how does he get his orders?"

"By phone -I think he has some by the phone. the secured stuff. And - hum, he gets summoned by the King sometimes."

Wasn't it common knowledge? Or was trying to coerce some other information from him with those questions? He hoped not. Had he revealed sensible information?

"This number...is it his secure phone, or his personal mobile."

A screen was pushed under his nose - Prompto hadn't even noticed the other guy walking in! - with Cor's name flashing right at him. Despite the new crack on said screen, he immediately recognized his own phone.

"It's...I don't know. I've never asked, "he stammered. "I think it's his personal phone?"

"Does he usually pick up right away when you call him, or does he call you back?"

The new man spoke with a heavy accent, Lucian accent. His calm demeanour was throwing Prompto off. The violence and the rage of the other man, that was what Prompto expected from a kidnapper. What was up with this guy? And what kind of questions were these?

"I- we - I mostly text him and he calls me back."

They couldn't do anything with that kind of information, right?

Wrong.

Wrong, he realized, when the new guy threw a punch and took a picture of his crying face.

Wrong, he realized, when he made a show of tapping the 'send' button. The tiny arrow icon flashed blue a few times before the picture was sent to Cor.

Wrong, wrong, wrong wrong...

Seconds grained like sand into an hourglass, stretching as they fell, until the screen lighted up back to life, displaying the text as 'read'.

Immediately his phone started vibrating.

He didn't need to see the ID to know who was calling. The cruel smile spreading on the new guy's face was telling enough. Before he could do or say anything, though, the two men left and snapped shut the door behind them. He strained his ears but quickly gave up. Walls of concrete didn't let pass many sounds, let alone distinct conversation.

With nothing but fear and uncertainty for entertainment, he went back to staring holes at his bloody shoes.

#whumptober2020 #no.1 #no.2 #waking up restrained #kidnapping #final fantasy xv #fanfiction #violence #hurt Prompto Argentum #beating #ansgt

[tenshiscientia]

What I See

I look at Ignis now after he was found on the Alter of Leviathan. How he sleeps so fitfully. I want to sooth him...but I have no idea how. He twists and turns in his sleep, whimpers escaping parted lips. His hands clenching and un-clenching.

I tried to help once and was almost stabbed in the chest by his daggers...

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I had tried to wake him from the nightmare he was having, and I managed to...but it seemed the last dregs of it followed him into wakefulness and he thought that I was the cause of his nightmare come to life before him. His daggers were summoned in mere seconds, and he threw me onto my back beside him on the bed. Straddling my hips, he pinned me down with his weight making, sure I was unable to escape him. One of his hands, despite having the dagger in it, pinned my own above my head, the other raised his second dagger above us and aimed it straight for my heart. I had turned my head away and screamed Ignis's name, hoping and praying to the Six above that he would realize that I wasn't who he thought I was.

He froze above me, his chest heaving and sweat beading down the side of his face. My name slipped through his lips and I confirmed to him that it was indeed me. The daggers dropped from his hands and disappeared in a flash of blue crystals as they did so, tears dripped slowly down his face, then began to fall even faster as he realized what he had been about to do to me. I pulled him down against my chest to quiet him, and pressed the side of his head against my chest. His sobs ended up being so violent they shook his entire body. I soothed him by running my hands through his hair telling him everything would be alright, that everything was alright, and that in the end everything would turn out okay.

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I don't know what to do now though.

"Tenshi?"

"Ignis?" I ask, looking back up.

I hadn't realized my gaze had drifted to the ground as I had been thinking.

"Will...will you come here, please?" Ignis's voice is so hesitant in his question, but I could never deny him anything he requests of me and I never will.

Standing up, I walk over to the side of the bed and sit on the edge of it.

"I'm here Iggy, what do you need?" I ask, reaching out to gently place my hand over one of his.

He flinches when my hand reaches his, but that's normal now. I should have remembered to tell him I was about to touch him.

"I need you." he starts off softly, "I need you to...I mean, if you will..."

He withdraws his hand from mine, and I have a feeling that somehow I've done something wrong. He's never pulled away from me since he lost his sight, it's always the opposite, he's always reaching for me. Ignis sits up, slowly lowering his feet to the ground so he's sitting next to me. He reaches out towards me with uncertainty, still trying to figure out how being blind works. I wait patiently for him.

He made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to be babied, so we have to let him do things on his own. But at times it's so damn hard not to reach out to help him or hand him things. Finally his hand connects with my shoulder and his fingers bunch their way into the material of my shirt. He softly pulls on the material, indicating that he wants me to come closer to him. I scooch over closer to him so that my hip ends up pressing against his, something he and I always did even before this.

However, all we would do was sit together, we would never do more. Ignis's hand lets go of my shirt and he slides his arm around my back so his hand rests on my other hip. His head dips down so it is leaning against mine as he pulls me farther into him.

I hear a small whispered, 'Please?' from above me, and I smile softly.

Twisting in his hold, I slowly wind my arms up around his neck and pull myself into his lap. The hand that was on my hip now rests over my knees, while his other hand has come around to make sure I won't fall off his lap. Not that he would ever allow that happen. Turning his head, he presses his forehead to mine and we simply sit like this together. A couple times we've sat like this, and each time I've found that it brings the both of us comfort. I trail one of my hands down his jaw, then ever so lightly trace the outline of the scar over his left eye. He hisses in a breath, but does nothing else. Doesn't tell me to stop, and he doesn't pull away. So I continue to slowly trace it until I fully run my fingers over the actual scar. Ignis's right eye flutters quickly, and I hear another quick intake of breath. I yank my hand away thinking that this time, I actually hurt him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I began.

Ignis caught my hand in his and brought it up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to my fingers.

"Your touch is like fire, but I'd rather burn in your flames than the fire the Kings of Yore inflicted upon me." he whispered softly raising my hand back to the side of his face, "Your fire is sweet and gentle torture...theirs's was pure and utter agony."

A blush streaked its way across my cheeks as I slowly slid my hand back up Ignis's jaw.

"Is...is that what happened to you?" I whispered, leaning in and gently pressing a kiss just under Ignis's closed eye.

Another sharp inhale from him.

"Yes, in order to use the rings power, if the Kings deem you worthy...a sacrifice must be made..." he whispered.

"I thought the sacrifice was your life, Ignis?" my voice was angry, but also trembled with fear.

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I had harbored a deep crush for Ignis for the longest time. As our journey to Altissia continued, I found my crush growing into unrequited love. It was a miracle that I didn't have the fabled Hanahaki Disease, and start coughing up cherry blossoms. I noticed so many things about him that just made my heart see him for the caring, selfless person that he truly was. He always hounded Noctis to eat properly.

Yet after a hard days fight, he would make the fussy prince his absolute favorite food with no protest to make him feel better. He would always remind the others not to spend too much Gil on frivolous things. But would go behind all of our backs and buy more curatives then necessary for Gladio cause he would always come out of battle a little more banged up than the rest of us. Because Prompto loved taking cool mid-battle photos, whenever he saw Prom with his camera out, he would always throw some more flare into his fighting style. And for me...for me, cause I loved a hot cup of tea in the morning, he started looking for fine tea's in Lestallum every time we visited, and would wake me up in the morning so he and I could drink our tea and coffee together and watch the sun rise together.

If I had lost him to the Kings of Yore...If he had sacrificed himself while using the Ring...I don't think I would have been able to forgive Noct. It wouldn't have been directly his fault, but Noct would have been the one Ignis had sacrificed himself for. And every time I would have looked at him, I know the anger at that fact would have welled up in my heart. I wouldn't have been able to continue on the journey with him, it would have been too much to bare. I would have ended up lashing out at Noctis. Whether had it been verbally or physically, neither would have been good. My words can sting horribly, but my powers...I would have injured him badly had I tried to attack him. But Ignis was still here before me.

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"It was..." Ignis's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"You fool!" I nearly shrieked at him, my hand falling to slap against his chest then bunch in the material.

Ignis flinched but stayed silent under the torrent of my anger.

"Do you realize what you would have done to me if-" my words quickly cut off as I realized what was about to come out of my mouth.

Ignis's head tilted as he pulled my hand free of his shirt.

"What would my actions have done to you?" he asked quietly.

My eyes watered and I turned my head away as I tried to hold back my tears. I wasn't ready to let him know that I was in love him. He was still bound to Noctis and he couldn't deviate from that. I had no chance with him while he still had to help Noctis. He would have no time for me.

All of his time would be taken up by Noctis. It already was in the first place. The few quiet moments that we got to spend together in the mornings were when he was making breakfast for everyone so even then, our time was not truly ours.

"Nothing...you wouldn't have done anything. Just forget it." I muttered, my voice wavering just the tiniest bit.

I tried to extract myself from his arms and off his lap, but he just held onto me tighter and wouldn't allow me to leave him.

"You know as well as I do that that's a bold faced lie. Even I don't need my sight to know that. What would my actions have done Tenshi?" his hand came around to cup my chin and turn me back to him.

By now, the tears I had been trying to hold back had started to slide down my face and slipped their way over his glove less fingers. Ignis gasped in a short breath as he felt the warm wetness gather in the space between my skin and his. Damn the fact that he wasn't wearing his gloves. The one flocking time...

"Tenshi..." his voice was gentle as he called my name.

"Alright fine, so I am lying!" I huffed a little more angrily than I wanted to.

Ignis stayed silent waiting for me to continue.

"I...I would have been more pissed off than a wet chocobo still caught out in the rain if you had gotten killed." I muttered.

That brought a laugh out of Ignis which brought a smile to my face.

"Well, look okay! Back in Insomnia before shit went down and everything got real, you were my rock and everything. You helped me get my lazy butt through training! I couldn't have done it without you. I mean you were my stability. Those nights that I woke up and had those all out panic attacks and you had to come running down to my house to chill me out.

Oh and that one time you actually had to break the door down cause I was too out of it to even come let you in, so we agreed on you having a key! Then when King Regis asked if you thought I would be good enough to come with you, that entire week, I had like a  panic attack almost every other day. But then, you would come sit with me at the end of the day, after you made dinner for Noctis. You would bring some of the dinner you made for him, and we would sit and share that, and we would read on the couch while I was dressed in my night clothes. I would always end up falling asleep against you.

Then when I woke up in the morning, I would always be curled up in my bed under my covers. But the night before we left, remember I asked if I could stay at your place cause I was just so scared I didn't want to be alone. And I ended up falling asleep against you on your couch. But when I woke up then...I found myself snuggled against the side of your chest in your bed. And never in my life have I ever felt safer.

And there is...that's when I started to have a crush on you Ignis. I knew it wasn't good, that it wasn't right and that there was no room  for it on the trip, so I've been trying not to dwell on it. But its been growing and growing, and I damn might as well have Hanahaki Disease now. I'm really surprised that I don't."

A hard cough ripped through my sentence and a purple cherry blossom petal flew from between my lips then fluttered to the floor.

"Oh hell fucking no! Me and my damn big mouth..." I muttered.

"Tenshi? Tenshi, what's wrong?" Ignis asked, worried by my choice of words.

I had my moments where I let my more vulgar side show and usually I was either disgusted, angry, scared, or surprised.

"Well I suppose Hanahaki Disease is real. I never believed it was..." I started hacking hard.

"Hanahaki Disease? Might I inquire what that is?" Ignis asked, his head tilted to the side trying to find where my face was.

Finally my coughing stopped, only for me to throw up a fair amount of cherry blossom petals into our laps.

"Hanahaki Disease, means unrequited love from one person to another. A flower blooms in the persons chest and eventually it can kill the person if the other does not return the feelings. I understand if you don't. I can have the flower removed...it's just...i don't want to forget what I feel for you. I don't want to forget about you.

But I can understand if you don't feel the same way." I replied, coughing again.

Fuck, I didn't think I loved him enough to end up with Hanahaki. I just might be screwed...

Ignis picked up some of the cherry blossoms (how the hell were they purple?!?! I've never seen purple cherry blossoms before!!) and rubbed them between his fingers.

"Why hadn't you told me any of this?" he questioned, voice soft.

A petal dropped into my hand before I looked up at him.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked, my chest starting to heave.

"Do I not command your respect?" he asked.

'Oh fuck me, he's pulling rank...Astrals above...'I rolled my eyes, knowing he wouldn't see it, but replied to him nonetheless, "Yes, Sir."

"Do I not command your loyalty?" he continued.

My jaw dropped.

'Fuckin' really? We're gonna go through the whole shebang here? Really?' my mind clicked over into auto pilot, "Yes, Sir."

"So, do I not command your honesty?" he finished.

"Yes, Sir." I droned.

"Then why didn't you-"

Violent coughs ripped through my body and this time, it wasn't petals that made their way out of my mouth. Brilliant crimson blood dripped its way down my hand and my chin.

"Holy Six, please." my voice was shattered, "Don't do this Ignis!"

I remembered everything said and that I read about Hanahaki Disease. If he didn't accept what I was saying, I was doomed. I couldn't bring myself to remove the flower, couldn't bring myself to get rid of my feelings, my memories of him. If he said he couldn't love me in return, that he didn't return my feelings, I might as well just go kill myself now. It would be an easier end than suffocating because of the flowers or choking to death on my own blood.

"Tenshi! Listen to me!" his voice snapped harshly through my morbid thoughts, jolting me out of my despair, "Why hadn't you told me how you felt?"

"Be-because, I know you have to help Noctis complete his quest to..." couching consumed my words and I ended up hacking up more purple cherry blossom petals, "Damn it! I know he's the King of Light and he needs to be protected and guided until he reaches the time that he can banish the darkness from our world, and you are one of those that protect him. I don't want to distract you from that duty. I also know that due to that, you will have no time to devote to me, so I would always be second on your list.

Everything would revolve around Noct. He would always come first. His safety before mine. And I don't blame him for that. He is more important than I am, I know that, and I don't want to hold you back from your job...Fuck!"

A sharp hacking cough made me throw up harshly and this time not only petals came up, blood and a full cherry blossom flower itself came up. Shit, I needed to shut up I guess. Talking was getting me in trouble. I reached down and plucked the flower off of Ignis's lap. I had to admit, though it was morbid the flower was pretty.

The way the blood glinted off the purple petals in the morning sunlight. Shimmering just the right way enough to almost make it seem ethereal.

"I know your loyalty to him would always come first and I don't want to get in the way of that Ignis, and that's why I've always stayed silent. I don't want you to have to choose and I won't make you." I continued after a moment.

"You never would have made me choose Tenshi. There never was a choice." he whispered.

My heart started to pound harder, he was going to say that he chose Noct. I was going to die, I just knew it.

"I've harbored a similar feeling since I met you back in Insomnia but I was never too confident about them. So I just pushed them aside, concentrated on my work. So I never knew, didn't even fathom that you felt as such. I suppose I just ignored what was right in front of me. I would say that was wrong of me, considering the pain you're going through now.

Forgive me if you will Tenshi, I do return your feelings. I do love-"

"Will you just shut the fuck up and kiss me! I know I have blood on my face, but if you want this to stop that's the first step to doing it." I hissed at him, snagging both sides of his face in my hands and pulling him into a quick kiss just to shut him up.

Surprise filled his features.

"Now, can we try that a second time, but properly?" I asked softly, one hand brushing the backs of my fingers over his cheek.

He nodded slowly and I guided him forward so his lips met mine again. This time our mouths slowly danced against one another, and I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue asking gently for entrance. For which I was granted with a gentle sigh. As our tongues danced together, despite the coppery taste of my blood, I noticed hints of the Ebony coffee that he always drank and sweet honey tainting the inside of his mouth.

A small moan left my throat, and I felt it returned as I started to pull away and I ended up catching the scar on Ignis's bottom lip between my teeth.

"Much better..." I whispered, pressing my forehead against his, our breaths a little heavy though my chest didn't hurt anymore, "Sorry about the blood, but you just helped so much right there."

"I'll do so much more, if you let me help you freshen up." there was promise in Ignis's voice as he whispered his words.

"How are you going to help me get...Oh!" my thoughts stopped momentarily as I realized what he meant.

I really couldn't believer I didn't catch that hint right away. Yeah, facepalm, big time.

#hanahaki #confessions #final fantasy xv #final fantasy #ignis scientia #reader x ignis #reader #me being dumb #self indulgence at its finest

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

A Way To A Man's Heart? Clobber Him In The Head With A Skee-ball! (Nearly...)

Okay so my friend and I were reminiscing and that got me thinking of a sweet scenario.

This takes place before Gladio and I even meet officially! It was the last vacation my family had been on, we went down to the shore for Labor Day weekend. Well so had Noctis and Prompto with Iggy and Gladdy acting as chaperones more or less.

So it's about 2 AM Sunday morning and everything on the boardwalk is basically closed, except for the arcade. My mom needs a smoke break so Dad took me into the arcade since I was basically bouncing at the site of the Skee-Ball machines. There's a whole line of machines along one of the walls and the only four other patrons in the entire place at the other end of the wall so my dad thinks there will be no worries. The only thing is I'm still a shaky bean and the tiredness I feel for being up so late only increases that shakiness.

So I do get a lot in... into other machines down the row. It's almost a spectacle at how I'm doing this and the guys can't help but be mildly amused as well as both Prompto and Ignis graciously return the balls I sent their way every now and again. My dad and I are both very grateful yet I am also embarrassed because I'm so off my game, especially in front of the bunch of older guys!!! (End me...)

But I try not to focus on that and do get back to my own game which I'm doing rather well in this round! That is until one of my balls goes flying and nearly decks Gladio in the face... I'M SO EMBARRASSED I SWEAR I GO BEET RED AND STILL FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE! Of course, he catches it with one hand and simply smiles charmingly as he returns it to me. He even jokes how I have a good arm if he and his friends were the targets. I take the ball back and thank him for not getting mad but he says it's no big deal.

To top it all off when the boys are going to go back to their hotel room for the night, they had amassed a shit ton of tickets. So they just give them to me, saying they don't have any use for them and it's the least they could do in Return of getting so much amusement that night. I am totally floored as I accept the tickets but do thank them profusely and happily before wishing them well. I then get myself a teddy that I affectionately named Tattoo to remember the nice guy who I nearly clobbered...

The thing is, as fond of a memory as that was for me, Gladio and I never connected the dots when we met again or got together. I mean he had his tattoo fully drawn in and his hair grown out, while mine was short and purple not to mention my other changes.

But when we did finally connect the dots while telling vacation stories, it was kinda awe-inducing as I thanked him again for being so kind. He still joked that he couldn't forget my killer aim and how he now knows I was always cute. The other guys just joke about how I must've been trying to get his attention and how they're glad that I didn't hit them and how they hope my aim has gotten better...

The moral of the story is that if you nearly clobber your crush who you don't know will be your crush, you will never hear the end of it!!

#selfshipdom #self shipping #selfship community #self insert #self insert community #fluff #selfshipping #ship: the storyteller and her shield #self indulgent stuff #selfinsert community #self ship community #self shipping community #okay to reblog

[dusky-dancing]

Noctluna and 23 pretty please :D

Thank you for the ask, anon! And thank you for your patience. It’s been too long since I wrote some Noctluna, so I was really excited to write this!

See this post for the full list!

Without further ado, here’s #23, A Kiss in Relief

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Waking up in the middle of the night was hard enough, but waking up ten years in the past was a whole other experience. Noctis shot up in his bed, ignoring the pounding in his skull and the sweat covering his body. The thoughts racing through his mind shouted louder than any pain his nerves were trying to alert him to.

Where am I?

Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, a quick glance around told him he was in the high-end suite of the Leville Hotel in Altissia. It wasn’t flooded and ruined, which meant he’d made it before the Leviathan ceremony.

Umbra nudged his leg from the side of the bed, reassuring him further.

It worked.

I made it back.

But did he remember everything?

“Noctis?” Ignis’ familiar voice spoke softly from another bed. “Are you alright?”

Noctis sat up further, and his friend followed. The sight of Ignis nearly sent the prince into a flurry of tears already.

“Ignis,” Noctis choked, “your eyes.”

Ignis sighed, “Must you make fun of my glasses at every opportunity? I don’t look that strange without them.”

“No, you-” Noctis stopped himself. There was too much going through his head to articulate any important details. “Nevermind.”

All he knew was that it had worked. He’d travelled back in time with Umbra. He quickly scanned his memories from the future, like they were a dream that would slip away within seconds of waking up.

I became the last King of Lucis.

I had to defeat Ardyn and end the Starscourge at a great cost, but it could’ve gone differently.

I can make up for the sins of my forefather, Somnus.

I can prevent Ignis from going blind for me.

I can prevent Luna from-

“Luna!” he shot onto his feet. If the room hadn’t been awake before, it was now.

Prompto startled out of bed and landed on the floor. Gladio was up on his feet in an instant, weapon drawn out of instinct.

Noctis ignored all of their following grumbles and questions. Without a single word, he made his way over to the room’s balcony. From there, the Secretary’s estate was clearly visible in the night air.

If he had truly travelled back in time, then the Empire was keeping her there under watch, and he wanted nothing more than to see for himself if she’d gone back too. He had Umbra, she had Pryna, and she’d wanted to take this second chance with him. He just prayed that it had worked for them both.

Deciding to ask for forgiveness from his friends rather than permission, he summoned the Engine Blade and threw it to the nearest street lamp. He blinked into a streak of blue, and a moment later, he was dangling from the very same lamp. Umbra already sat on the cobble street a few feet away, waiting for him.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he ran.

He made his way down the dark, empty street. His body felt lighter than he remembered, less strong but also much less broken. He couldn’t remember how to get to the estate, or where Luna was even being kept, but she was finally within reach again. That alone was enough to drive him forward.

Down the street, he thought he spotted a stray dog. That was, until she emerged under a street lamp, and Pryna’s white fur reflected off of the glowing amber light.

She did it, he thought.

Before he could order his legs to move faster towards Umbra’s companion, however, a heavenly voice called out to him amidst the sleeping city.

“Noctis?”

It was her voice, and Noctis’ heart nearly leapt out of his chest. Suddenly, the waterfronts and buildings were flying by him twice as quickly.

“Luna!” he answered in the direction of Pryna.

“Noctis?!” She called back more desperately.

Around the same corner that her dog had run from, she appeared, and their eyes met not a moment later. Her hair was down, and she was dressed in nothing but a tattered sleeping gown. But none of that mattered as the distance between them vanished. He could do nothing but wrap himself around her as tightly as possible and lift her into the air. He cherished every sensation under his hands, memorized the feeling of her own touch all over him, and buried his face into her undone golden hair.

His younger self had missed out on all of this, and he suddenly despised the man for not running to her the moment he’d seen her speaking at the podium.

After a moment, he willed himself to pull back and take in her face. She was just as beautiful as when he’d last seen her.

Relief flooded over him as the realization hit that she was truly here, neither as a ghost nor returned under the strings of The Draconian. He touched her face and combed his fingers through her hair, ignoring the tears and tangles as he leaned in to kiss her. They technically weren’t married yet, but he didn’t care. He cherished their second first kiss all the same. She pulled him closer and kissed him just as deeply until he knew she was drowning just as much in relief.

Gone were the awkward betrothed nobles separated for too much of their lives, replaced by two fate-twisted lovers who knew the truth and were determined to change destiny.

A joyous giggle escaped from her lips while she kissed him. He pulled back and smiled, before realizing they’d yet to share any words besides their own names.

He planted a kiss on her forehead and asked, “What’s so funny, my wife?”

She laughed again and glanced up to meet his eyes. She peppered her own kisses along his cheek, down to his jaw then all the way to his ear. “I was just thinking, husband, about how I missed the tickle of your beard.”

He laughed. “Lucky for you, it should only take ten years or so to grow back in.” He leaned back to take her in again, but couldn’t bring himself to be away from her warmth for long. “We made it.”

“We did,” she muttered into his shirt. “Feels strange to be back so far.”

“Hey,” he pushed away again, “how’d you get out here? Aren’t you supposed to be under watch?”

She giggled lightly. “I may have jumped out a window.”

Noctis’ jaw hung open for a moment. For him, jumping out of a window was as easy as throwing his sword at the right place. For her, she actually had to land on her feet, and he highly doubted they were keeping her in a ground floor room.

She sensed his shock. “Worry not, the hedges broke my fall,” she said as she stroked his cheek. That explained her ruined nightwear. “I just needed to see you.”

He hummed under her touch. “I can’t blame you there.”

The swift footsteps of his brothers approached, then abruptly stopped as soon as they realized what was happening. They probably had many questions. Questions which Noctis would be more than happy to answer fully and truthfully. They could change fate, save lives, prevent a ten-year scourge, and maybe even find Ardyn and convince him to change his plan.

They could do this.

But right now, they just wanted each other.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!

I don’t know about you, but after reading the proposed story of Luna and Noctis’s cancelled DLCs, I couldn’t help but feel like we missed out on a great alternate ending to the game. Alas, it shall never be playable, but the concept art and inspiration are there all the same:) In the original game, the player has the chance to travel back to Altissia with Umbra after the timeskip, and I couldn’t help but imagine how Noctis and Luna would react to being given a second chance to change Fate.

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Satum Novum Epilogue FFXV Gladnis

<Previous Chapter 9

The feeling of euphoria at having caught the biggest fish ever was quickly starting to fade as Noct approached Ignis.   His advisor appeared to be asleep and Noct was getting concerned he was unwell.   Ignis was sprawled out under the shade in a deck chair and wasn’t responding to his name being called.

Kneeling beside his friend Noct shook Ignis’ shoulder a few times.  Finally he groaned and pried an eye open.  “Are we home yet?” he asked blearily.

“Wha? No uh we just started this fishing trip.” Noct responded with confusion.  “Hey that’s not the point are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

Ignis hummed and rolled his head to better look at Noct.  “Why wouldn’t I be?  We are on vacation remember?”

“Yeah I know, but like you were sleeping in the middle of the day.  You never do that.” Noct offered as he wrung his hands. “I mean the doctor said you were good right?  You’d tell us if you weren’t feeling well wouldn’t you?”

Ignis furrowed his brow and took a deep breath.  “Noct, I’m merely relaxing.  There is nothing to fear.”

Before Noct had a chance to question his advisor further Gladio rounded the corner with his catch.  “Iggy babe, check it out.  Look at what the prince just caught!” He enthused holding up the massive fish.

“That will make a wonderful dinner tonight.” Ignis smiled as he turned over slightly.

“I’m gonna go put it in the hold so it’ll stay fresh.  Noct do you wanna try for some more?” Gladio asked as he turned to leave.

“Whoa, wait.  This is too much.” Noct blurted.  “Ignis might be sick.” He added quickly.

That statement stopped Gladio in his tracks. “Uh – you sure about that.”

“Look at him!  He was asleep!  In the middle of the day!” Noct exclaimed.  “I have never seen that.”

Ignis snorted and reached out to shove Noct in the shoulder.  “Would you please believe me that I am in fact fine.” Raising his hand to silence Noct before he could interject Ignis tried again. “You’ve got a proper shield now, which means I can take small breaks here and there.”

Noct frowned at the idea but realized Ignis had a point.  Ever since Gladio had been appointed his new shield a few months ago things had changed.   Ignis appeared less haggard looking and had been able to offload some of his duties to Gladio.  “You’d tell me otherwise, right?”

“Of course highness, now go enjoy yourself and fish.”

Noct had no choice but to assume things were fine when he saw Gladio give Ignis a dopey love sick grin.  They had already moved in together so Gladio would know if Ignis was sick or not.  Huffing he stood up and glanced once more at his advisor.  Ignis laughed at him and readjusted his pillow.

Prompto’s voice rang out a second later.  “Noct your other line is twitching, you better come check it!”

Ignis extended his leg and lightly shoved Noct away.  “Go, let me enjoy the sea air.  If you remember the last time I was on a boat I didn’t get to relax.”

Memories of what had happened made Noct feel slightly emotional.  Without warning he plopped down on the lounger to give Ignis a hug.  His friend immediately hugged him back and they stayed like that for a moment.

The sound of pounding footsteps caused Noct to pull away.  Prompto came into view and was very excited.  “Dude, your line!  I think it’s another big one.” He was waving frantically in the direction of his poles.  Noct yelped when he felt a pinch to his arm.

Ignis was smiling at him. “Go, I’m going to take another nap.”

Feeling better about the situation Noct got up and followed Prompto.  This was turning out to be the best fishing trip he’d ever been on.

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Ignis became aware of his body being gently lifted.  Opening his eyes revealed Gladio carefully picking him up from the deck chair.  “Wha’s go’n on?” he mumbled, not fully coherent.

“It’s starting to rain so I’m moving you inside.  Relax I gotcha.” Gladio hummed as he continued on with his task.

Opting to wrap his arms around Gladio’s neck Ignis tried to focus on waking up.  Spending the better part of the afternoon napping had been a nice treat.  Originally opposed to going out on yet another fishing trip, Ignis had been pleasantly surprised with how this one was going.   No back stabbing traitors were on board this time so they were all safe.    

Drautos was currently in prison with no chance of parole with several other glaives that had turned coat.  The trial had been fast and Ignis had easily given his testimony when the time came.   Describing the events that had occurred had been exhausting but necessary.

Gladio had been there to support him through the whole process.  Ignis was grateful their relationship was growing.  It’d been three months since they’d all returned.  The first week Gladio had fretted that he’d caused more damage than good by waiting too long to reach out.

Ignis had assured him that everything was alright.  He understood Gladio’s reasoning.  The man didn’t want to tear his already broken family apart even more than it was already.  In the end it had taken a visit from Clarus to reassure his son that he wasn’t abandoning Iris.  She’d already been secretly planning to visit Insomnia to try and get an apartment.  When Ignis had a chance to talk with the younger girl it became evident that Gladio’s behavior had taken a turn for the worse.   He was clearly unhappy and conflicted about how to solve the problem.

In the end Prompto had been the first to take action.  The blond had admitted that seeing him so sad was too much to handle.  He’d left and immediately gone to talk to Clarus.  The two of them had stormed the cottage in Altissa to tell Gladio what was going on.

Ignis didn’t think he would ever forget the feeling of relief that had flooded his senses when he’d opened the training room door that day.  Seeing Gladio standing there with intentions to stay made his heart soar.    They’d only technically been apart for five days but it had felt like a lifetime.  

Everything after that fell into place naturally.  Iris moved into the city and opted to live with her father for a while.   They were testing things out to see how it would work.  Prompto had been doing great in crownsguard training and had qualified for free housing on the grounds.  Though Ignis wasn’t sure how much time he actually spent there since he and Noct were always together.

The prince had recovered well and was enjoying having a new friend around.  Ignis hadn’t seen him smile this much in a long time. It had taken a little convincing on Noct’s part to get the king to agree to another trip for the four of them.  Eventually Regis signed off and they had all selected a date.

The memory of the fish Noct had already caught came back to Ignis.  He was already forming a plan on how to cook it later.

Gladio’s voice broke his train of thought after a moment. “Hey whatcha thinking about?”

“Oh nothing in particular.”  Ignis replied, “I’m merely enjoying the ride and looking forward to dinner.”

Gladio snorted as he placed Ignis on the bench seat in the bridge.  “Since you slept all afternoon do you think you’ll be able to stay up with me tonight while Noct does some night fishing?”

“That sounds wonderful.”

Tapping his chin Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Which part, the night fishing or hanging out with me?”

Ignis rolled his eyes and hit Gladio in the arm.  “You have to ask?” he shot back.

“I have to check ya know!”

“Astrals!” Ignis huffed as he grabbed Gladio’s shirt and tugged him down for a kiss.  They didn’t stop until Noct suddenly appeared and shouted at them.  

“You two are so gross; will you get a room or something?”

“Oh princess is right, we do have a room we could use.” Gladio supplied with wide eyes.

“NO! I didn’t mean like right now! Stop I was kidding!” He wailed.

The shouting had apparently caught Prompto’s attention and he was now standing in the door way.  “What’d I miss?”

“They were making out, it was awful.” Noct groaned.

Prompto beamed at them and took a step forward to fist bump Gladio.

“You are not helping.” Noct droned as he glared at Prompto.

“Aww come on man they’re happy.  Let em be, why don’t you help me put some of the stuff away on deck until the storm rolls over.”

Noct stared at Gladio as he followed Prompto out.  “No more funny business.” He ordered as he left.

“Mnnn we have to follow Noct’s orders.” Ignis sighed.

“Whaaa?” Gladio exclaimed, “You don’t want to kiss anymore?”

“Of course I do. We just can’t have fun while doing it, we must be very serious.” He announced with blank stare.  Ignis could tell that Gladio was trying not to laugh as he inched closer, and that is how they passed the rest of the evening.  Good food, good company, and much to Noct’s dismay very serious kissing.  

THE END Check out the fic on AO3 If you’d like. ;)

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