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Satum Novum Chapter 1:High Seas FFXV Gladnis

This is a repost of an older work from AO3. Hope you all enjoy. :)

Summary: Noctis gets kidnapped and Ignis is lost at sea after he tries to thwart the plot. Now as he struggles to save himself and locate the missing prince, he stumbles upon the last person he ever expected to find. Gladiolus Amicitia, the shield that decided to become a fisherman instead. Will he make it in time to rescue Noctis or has he failed his one and only friend?

Chapter 1:

The idea of death had crossed his mind several times. The odds of being rescued were extremely rare and his body couldn’t hold out much longer. Ignis wasn’t sure what was worse, the idea of traitors in the royal ranks or his princes questionable safety. Not that it mattered he was going to die soon and no one would ever know what had really happened.

Treading water was an interesting thing. A human could do this action for a couple days at most, but that was under certain circumstances. Ignis had been in the water now for about eighteen hours. Things flittered through his mind in uncoordinated bundles. He had been grateful at first that the water temperature had been warm. It saved him from catching hypothermia right away, though he was shivering now as he’d been in for far too long.

However, his traitorous brain would then tell him this was merely prolonging his death. Dying slowly was agonizing. He knew he would run out of energy and sink beneath the waves to eventually drown. With no water and nothing to drink he was pushing it already.

The items on his person that were waterproof, his watch and phone weren’t much use. His phone had run out of battery and was out of range anyway. His watch only served to remind him of the countdown to his demise.

Continuing to stay upright he focused on breathing. Why was he even bothering, he was a dead man playing with time. Then he saw it, a ship in the distance. Despite the fact that Ignis knew they couldn’t see him, he still screamed at the top of his lungs. Waiting for the ship to steer his direction was excruciating. What if they went the other way? He would watch his one and only chance at savior sail away that would be heartbreaking.

Several times it appeared the ship was turning away and he nearly cried. Then against all odds it got closer and closer. He waved his hands and yelled hoping someone would see or hear him. The moment when a tall dark haired man waved back and pointed to him was overwhelming. The rush of relief at being spotted made Ignis temporarily stop moving. Sinking beneath the surface he struggled to get his head above water once more. His body was reaching its limits.

The dark haired man was shouting directions to his crew as they navigated the craft closer to Ignis. It was a fairly good sized fishing charter boat, big enough that there was no way to board without a ladder.

He kept sinking beneath the surface due to the shock of being rescued. Someone shouted something, a warning, and then a life ring was thrown out for him. Swimming to the floating ring was a challenge. Ignis swallowed sea water as he attempted to stay afloat. Finally he was able to grasp it and he could mercifully rest his legs and arms.

As the dark hair man pulled him closer, Ignis noticed another crew member with a new rope. It had a harness attached. Once he was next to the hull, the second rope was lowered with instructions for looping his arms and upper body into the harness. He complied and then he began to feel himself being lifted. Focusing on holding on tight he closed his eyes. Part of his brain was unable to come to terms with the fact that he was being rescued. It was so surreal, in a panic he opened his eyes to check it was still happening.

That’s when he saw his rescuer up close. The tall dark haired man was holding onto his arm and hauling him over the railing. He had long hair that was pulled back away from his face, and he was talking to him. Ignis could barely process anything, he was dimly aware of hands removing the harness and being laid down.

“Hey buddy stay with me.” A voice urged. “What’s your name?” The man tried again.

“I—Ignis.” He managed to croak. His voice was raw from yelling and lack of water to drink.

“How long were you out here?” The man asked.

“More than a day.” Ignis rasped. “He desperately wanted something to drink, but wasn’t sure he’d pass out before he was able to ask.

“Shit!” The man exclaimed. “Prompto go fetch me water now! Hey stay with me for a little bit longer. You need to drink something and then I’ll take you below deck and get you dried off.”

This Prompto returned with the water, but that meant he had to sit up. His body was done moving and was on strike. His rescuer figured this out pretty fast and helped lever Ignis up into sitting position. Making a move to take the bottle almost worked, Ignis was tired and uncoordinated so he faltered. The dark haired man gave up after a second and brought the bottle to Ignis’ lips.

Normally this type of action would have not been tolerated by Ignis but he needed water. It may have been a blessing he wasn’t holding it. The man slowly tipped the water back and Ignis knew he would have tried to gulp the whole thing down in heartbeat.

“I’m not feeling so great.” Ignis mumbled. “I’m cold.”

“Working on that next buddy, I’m going to carry you so don’t freak out.”

The next few minutes were odd indeed. Ignis’ world tilted as this man picked him up off the deck. Then a blur of dark and light spaces proceeded to pass him by. Finally they stopped and he was being put down on the floor again.

“Prompto! Kiddo where are you? I need those towels.” The man yelled.

The blond haired youth named Prompto appeared with an armful of towels. He quickly came into the room and waited for more instruction.

“Hey Ignis.” The man spoke. “I need to get you out of your wet clothes and dried off. Are you okay with me doing that?”

Ignis managed a nod and tried fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt. His fingers were numb, astrals this was bad. The stranger got his buttons undone fast and tugged Ignis up into sitting position to remove the shirt.

“Prompto help me, make sure he stays upright.”

Ignis felt the blond haired man grasp his shoulders and hold him firmly. It helped tremendously otherwise he would have fallen to the side ages ago. His shirt was taken off and then his undershirt was pulled over his head.

Next came his shoes and trousers. Ignis chose to ignore the last shred of his dignity being stripped away, as his boxers were taken off. He knew it was necessary and honestly it felt so much better to not have any wet clothing sticking to his skin.

The stranger spared him complete humiliation by quickly throwing a towel over his midsection once he was fully disrobed.

“You’ve got hair drying duty I’ll get his legs.” The man said as he handed a towel to Prompto.

Ignis zoned out, despite being out of the water and getting dry he was still shivering violently. “Do --do you have a blanket?” He asked hoping they would wrap him up soon.

“I’ve got a bunk right here with a pile of blankets on it just for you. Give me a sec.”

As promised a moment later the dark haired man bodily lifted him again and placed him in a bunk a few feet away. Ignis sighed loudly in contentedness as the covers were pulled up around his body. He might survive this ordeal yet.

“Try and relax, you’re safe, you can rest.” The stranger urged.

That was all Ignis needed to hear and he passed out.

“Uh Gladio – come take a look at this.” Prompto announced as he held Ignis’ clothes while they both stood in the common area.

“What is it Blondie? Upset because he dresses better than you?”

“Hey! I like my style.” Prompto huffed. “Stop distracting me, this could be important. Take a look at the label in his shirt; it says it came from the ‘crown tailors’. Does that mean the crown?” He stressed.

Gladio trudged over finally and took a peek. Sure enough the label inside read as Prompto had described it. “Have you heard any chatter over the radio about any boating accidents?”

“Nothing, which is really weird right?” The younger man pondered. “Unless it was on a secret mission and the boat sank and Ignis is the only survivor.”

Staring at the blond Gladio sighed heavily. “You and your imagination. If there had been other people don’t you think Ignis would have said something about looking for other survivors?”

“Not if he is sworn to secrecy and the mission failed.”

Rubbing his face with his hands Gladio chose to walk away and rummage through the food stores. “I’m going to go sit with him in case he wakes up again. I’m worried he didn’t drink enough water before he passed out. You gonna keep my boat float?”

“Okay you have trained me really well on that part; I promise I won’t let anything too terrible happen.” Prompto swore as he crossed his heart with his fingers.

Pursing his lips together Gladio shook his head. “I’m not sure whether to be happy that you know your limitations or worried that you know your limitations.”

“Oh go I’ll be fine. I know where you are and I can use the P.A. if I need to.”

“Fine.” Gladio huffed as he grabbed some apples and water. Smiling at Prompto he turned and left the common area. His blond friend was an odd ball for sure. Poor guy had been chased down by a bunch of local thugs one night, and he’d sought solace on Gladio’s fishing boat. Why on Eos he’d been trailing around the run down port of east Niflheim was beyond him.

Gladio had finished his business and put out to sea without even realizing the plucky kid had gotten stuck in his bait hold. He remembered getting the fright of his life when he went to check the bait stocks. All he saw was a shock of blond hair and a skinny arm reaching out to grab him.

That was almost two years ago and no matter how hard he tried the guy wouldn’t leave. Not that he minded so much, it was nice to have company when he was in between fishing seasons and down a full crew.

Approaching his cabin he pushed the door open slowly and walked in. Ignis was still unconscious but thankfully he’d stopped shivering. He’d only left him for about ten minutes and he looked so much better already. Gladio figured he’d wait another hour and then try and wake Ignis up to drink something. For now he setup his hammock and grabbed a book.

Panic gripped the advisor as he awoke. Where was he? What had happened to Noct? The gentle shaking of his shoulders stopped when he finally opened his eyes. It was immediately evident that his face had betrayed his fears.

“Whoa Ignis don’t freak out, you’re still safe. I picked you up in the open sea about two hours ago. Remember?” His rescuer asked.

The memories of his hellish adventure came flooding back. The royal vessel and the traitors that had so cruelly shoved him overboard, he could only pray that Noct was unharmed. He needed to find his prince before it was too late. “I need to go.” He uttered quickly.

“I figured you’d say something like when you woke up. I’ve already charted a course back to the main land.”

“Where?”

“A fairly decent sized port near Altissia. I can radio ahead if you need to deliver a message of any kind.”

“No!” Ignis hissed that was the last thing he needed. He had no idea how many other kingsglaive had been turned.

The stranger held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. “Don’t stress, I won’t do anything until you’re ready.”

The response calmed Ignis somewhat. At least he didn’t have to fight with this man over things of that nature. “What do I call you?” Ignis asked suddenly when he realized he had no name for his savior.

“The names Gladiolus Amicitia, but you can call me Gladio.” He smiled.

Ignis blinked stupidly at Gladio. Blaming his exhaustion for being unable to think clearly he tried to find out more information. “Who’s your father?” He asked weakly.

Gladio narrowed his eyes. “I’ll play fifty questions with you but you need to drink some water first.”

Oh.

The thought of water was so pleasant it nearly distracted him completely. Working an arm out from the covers he reached out to take the bottle. Gladio carefully helped him sit up so he could drink. After the bottle was drained Ignis became aware of his state of undress. He opened his mouth to speak again but Gladio cut him off.

“I’ve got some spare clothes for you if you’re able?”

Nodding quickly earned him a lap of comfortable looking garments. Gladio remained by his side as he pulled the worn but very soft t-shirt over his head. It was good that Gladio was nearby, as he almost toppled sideways out of the bed, when the shirt was over his head. He could add lack of balance to his list of problems.

Laying back down Ignis took the sweatpants and managed to don them while staying under the covers. He sighed heavily after the task was complete. “Thank you.” He mumbled, sleep was threatening to take him again.

“Let me cut you up an apple before you pass out again.” Gladio added as he patted Ignis’ shoulder.

Watching as the dark haired man pulled a chair over to sit beside him, Ignis worked to remain awake. He focused on Gladio cutting the apple and watched his fingers work the blade around the fruit.

“Here.” He offered as he held out a small slice.

Ignis accepted and munched slowly, astrals he was hungry. Accepting each slice gratefully he was starting to relax slightly.

“So my father is Clarus Amicitia, the King’s shield. However, I have a feeling you already knew that.”

“Did my phone make it?” Ignis asked suddenly.

“Huh? A yeah it did actually. Prompto’s charging it now. Fancy with technology these days eh, making water resistant phones and all.”

“I must get to shore quickly.” Ignis reiterated.

“Don’t worry I’m working on it trust me.”

“When was the last time you saw your father?” Ignis asked as he bounced back to the topic at hand.

Gladio rubbed at the back of neck. “I dunno exactly but it’s been a while. After my mom died, when I was young, I went to live with an Aunt. My younger sister and I spent our youth visiting dad on the weekends. That got to be hard with his work schedule so we stopped going after a while.”

“I’m sorry to hear it.” Ignis offered.

“I have good memories, which helps, but it was still sad not being with him all the time.”

“May I ask why you haven’t taken up the family profession?”

Gladio scoffed. “I’ve trained for it, believe me.”

Ignis knew this was true simply based off of Gladio’s actions to date. He’d been picked up twice already by the man, and he could see his muscled physique plain as day. “What happened then?”

“I didn’t want to get sucked into a life that wasn’t my own. I grew up never seeing my dad and it was because of his job. I didn’t want to do that to my sister.”

“But aren’t you out on this boat a lot?” Ignis asked unable to stop himself.

“Yeah – you got a point there, but I do spend the off season at home with Iris, my sister, and she tags along sometimes. Titan’s ass, listen to me rattle on about shit you don’t care about. Sorry.” Gladio admitted.

“I don’t mind, it’s nice to hear actually.” Ignis had been curious about Clarus’ home life or lack thereof. He’d known the man had children but he’d never met them. Sighing he decided he might have to divulge more information about his situation. He had a feeling he might need the services of a runaway shield.

“So what about you? How’d you end up floating in the middle of the sea?” Gladio asked with a concerned look. “You don’t have to answer that yet, I really should let you rest. You look wicked tired.”

It was true Ignis was struggling to stay awake, but he did feel it might be beneficial to share some of his story. “It’s alright, you deserve to know more.” He added right before he yawned widely.

“You need to sleep, it can wait.”

“Mmm sleep does sound wonderful, but I must tell you some part of my story in case it proves useful.” Ignis could see the look of confusion cross Gladio’s face. “My full name is Ignis Scientia and I’m the royal advisor to his highness Prince Noctis.”

Gladio appeared dumbstruck. “I would hear my father mention someone by the name of Scientia when I was younger. The prince’s future advisor and babysitter, if I recall.”

Ignis smiled at that remark. “Ah yes I do still hear that occasionally.” The thought of caring for his prince did reignite his worry. “I was accompanying the prince on a special fishing trip when I discovered there were traitors in our midst. I was unable to act fast enough and they literally shoved me overboard in the dead of night.”

“Damn! That’s shitty. The astrals must want you to save him since you got rescued. Honestly, I wasn’t even meant to be where I was when I found you. I’d gotten off course and was about to correct it when I saw you waving.”

That information caught Ignis off guard. He wasn’t expecting to be told of his near doom. “Oh – that is – uh.” The advisor couldn’t figure out what to say. Being reminded that he had nearly died was doing funny things to his brain. The feeling of tears pricking at his eyes surprised him. Taking a deep breath Ignis worked to calm down. He’d been saved and that’s what mattered.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. Try not to focus on the ‘what if’s’ you’re safe now.” Gladio announced kindly.

“Can I ask that you keep this information quiet for now? I’m not sure who I can trust.” Ignis asked seriously.

“Sure thing, you’re lucky my dad likes you otherwise we might have a problem.”

“Huh?” Now it was Ignis’ turn to be confused. “I thought you didn’t talk much anymore?”

“Yeah well you’ve been in service to the crown for a long time, and I do remember my dad talking about you. Nothing personal just that he thought you were a good influence on the prince. I’ll have to take your word that you’re not one of the traitors.”

“I would die for highness; I can assure you I’m one of the good guys.”

“Well you almost did die for your prince already, so hopefully you won’t have to do it again.” Gladio added. “Now rest, I’ve chewed your ear off for far too long.”

Ignis hummed his approval and closed his eyes. He could feel the blanket being pulled up to cover his shoulders. Shoving his thoughts aside he tumbled into sleep once more.

“What do you mean he’s disappeared?” Noct yelled. “People don’t disappear on a fucking boat!”

“Highness watch your language.” Drautos hissed.

“I will do no such thing, my friend is missing and we need to figure out what happened!”

“You must consider the possibility that he slipped and fell overboard last night.” Lazarus offered with a sneer. “It’s hard to see at night and the seas were choppy.”

“Ignis is smart he wouldn’t have fallen overboard. We need to turn around and backtrack; we need to find him before he drowns!” Noct added frantically.

“I’ve put out a distress call just in case there are any other boats in the area. They will keep an eye out.” Drautos added with little sympathy.

“No this is unacceptable. We are turning around now! That’s an order!” Noct huffed crossing his arms and frowning.

Drautos looked irritated and he looked to Lazarus with a glare. “Of course highness. Lazarus go tell the captain to get this boat turned around.”

Lazarus left quickly and then it happened. Noct watched in horror as Drautos suddenly morphed into a full suite of magical armor. The ensuing battle was far from fair. Sure, he could use his magic to defend himself but it wasn’t working real well. Fighting on a boat was hazardous. One wrong move and the boat would sink essentially dooming them all. The turning point had been when Drautos had threatened just that.

He had forced the battle down to the cabins below and was ready to open a hole in the bottom of the vessel. Noct was livid he’d been duped by the very captain of the guard. A small hope flickered in him that Lazarus had made a distress call. That idea was squashed when he saw the glaive coming to join them.

“Put it on him.” Drautos ordered.

Before Noct could ask, Lazarus was standing beside him holding a metal collar. “I’m not wearing that fucking thing!” he sputtered.

“You don’t have a choice. Put it on or I’ll sink the boat.” Drautos growled.

After an intense stare down Noct finally took the offending item from Lazarus and fastened it on his neck. The device blocked his use of magic.

“If you try and remove it, it will electrocute you.”

The prince wished it was full of explosives instead. He would have considered trying to remove it with them all on the boat. He would at least be taking down two traitors. His advisor was most likely dead and things were looking grim. “Why?” he asked curtly.

“Nothing personal highness, I want money plain and simple. Lazarus, lock him in his cabin would you.” Drautos ordered.

Once inside his room Noct sat down and tried not to cry. This was so bad. He needed to figure out how to send a distress call. Reaching for his phone revealed no signal. He’d need to get to the bridge above to use the radio. Without his magic that was going to be a hard task.

The Eos was a boring place these days. There had been no major wars in the last three hundred years, and no one died from the scourge anymore. The history books were full of tales of the black death but the malady had been banished half a millennia ago. Even the daemons that roamed the lands were gone. Monsters still lurked here and there but they were manageable.

Some ancient Lucis Caelum had come back to life and saved them all. Or at least that’s how the story was told. No one knew exactly what had happened, merely that the current Lucis Caelums were tasked with protecting the crystal that gave life to their Eos. He used its very magic to fight with and it felt brilliant. What a waste to have such power and not use it for domination.

However, the soldier wasn’t stupid and he knew a rebellion of that nature would never work. The Eos liked being at peace. The idea had come to him to operate on a slightly smaller scale. Every large city across the Eos had a darker side.

Organized crime.

Once he’d completed this mission and gotten his ransom money he was going to relocate to Niflheim and open up shop as it were. He had power, and he would have money to go with it soon. He’d instructed Lazarus to plot a course to angelgard. The time had come to make his move.

>Next Chapter 2 or read on AO3

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pllsetskyonice · 7 years

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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

2,900 words

“What are you talking about?”

“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”

In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.

AO3 link

So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks.

(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)

They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.

Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.

He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.

So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.

It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.

“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.

“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”

“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.

Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”