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pokemonruby · 2 years

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🍓 i see you tag posts with jevon a lot, i'd love to hear more!

haha that's because jevon's who i would consider my main oc overall... i love him so dearly he means the world to me. i will gladly talk about him!

- jevon's voice claims are chris hackney (i.e. dimitri from fire emblem) & jun fukuyama (i.e. lelouch from code geass) respectively!

- he has the world's biggest sweet tooth, which is partly due to his insomia -- all of the sugar keeps him functioning. some of his favorite treats include parfaits, macaroons, and strawberry shortcake!

- BIG cat lover... important plot stuff could be going on but if he spots a cat walking by he will absolutely drop everything to go pet it. he has a habit of bringing strays into his care quite often... much to the chagrin of the rest of the group.

- he adores the arts and is even something of an artist himself, specifically a musician, and specializes in the harp and lyre! he'll act modest about it, but his talent is indisputable. additionally, he was also blessed with the voice of an angel (well, considering he is an angel technically, that isn't so shocking.)

- for someone who loves sweets, he certainly can't bake them. due to his easily distracted nature, whenever he attempts to whip up, say, anything - it usually ends up burned or in flames since he'll end up forgetting, even after following the recipe in question to a T. well, he's extremely good at decorating so he's able to cover up his errors quite easily.

- his favorite color is purple, despite his primarily blue aesthetic, because he associates it with his lover, roxxy.

- though he has an aversion to violence, he's a rather adept fighter. due to his... towering physique, he'll opt for longer weapons like spears and polearms.

- he works as a diplomat for the kingdom of igerene, a position he pursued due to his desire to see the world. his mannerly disposition, silver tongue and overall pleasantness makes him well-suited for the job. on top of that, he is also multilingual, and takes joy in learning about various cultures.

- howl from howl's moving castle was one of my biggest inspirations for jevon's character, minus his... dramatic personality, jevon is leagues more mature in that regard. i mainly wanted to go for the same captivating, gentlemanly, regal vibes that howl exudes... or rather, i wanted to make jevon the pinnacle of Gender Envy. i also thrust my white hair pretty boy agenda onto him too.

- he doesn't have a birthday, as the circumstances of his birth are... well, let's just say they're a bit unique. he decided to celebrate it on february 22nd, however, as that was the day that he quite literally fell into the arms of his soulmate after getting kicked out of heaven.

- he has an affinity for hand-kissing... ah... what a romantic

- he has a bit of a phobia of fire due to.... trauma-related reasons.

- he loves his husband very very much <3

#stopping myself before this gets too long but i love!! him!! so much!!!#oc tag

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musesofolive · 3 years

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For the soft asks!!! @scars-in-the-starlight

Torin: cuddling in a blanket fort (because insomia)

Isla: patching up a wound

Waterdad: He finds her wearing his clothes, (like she steals his shirt and uses it as a blanket)

Earth mom: having their hair brushed by your muse.

Rowan: Reading a book together

Yeah, you got just a bunch of lil ficlets. I couldn’t help myself lol. And this is a little later down the line when she’s more comfortable with them and knows how to sign.

Blanket fort with Torin:

Torin yawned as he sat up at Lyra’s prodding. He was growing used to it with her constant nightmares, but it still took him a couple moments to really wake up. “Hey, shrimp. Can’t sleep?” He asked, already knowing the answer as he gave a stretch. Seeing her nod, he gave a sympathetic smile.

She looked a little apologetic now, hunched over herself as she looked at the floor. He put a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “Don’t look so sad, I don’t mind staying up a bit longer. Besides, the knight in shining armor has to protect the princess at all times, right?” His tone was joking, other hand tickling her side lightly. He laughed as she giggled, stepping to the side to escape him. Then, an idea struck him and he hummed, a playful glint appearing in his emerald eyes. “And seeing as you are a princess, you should have a castle fitting of your status.”

Lyra looked at him, a little confused as he stood up from the bed, grabbing his blankets and pillows off it. “Come on, we’re going to build you a castle,” he announced. He marched out of the room with her trailing behind him, still looking lost as they went down to the living room.

From there, Torin sat her down and explained that he was making a blanket fort for the two of them. It took a few minutes for him to push the chairs in the right position and to set the blankets up so they wouldn’t fall. But soon enough, it was complete, and Torin opened the entry way for Lyra to step inside with a grin. The inside was very cozy, lined with blankets and pillows.

He crawled in once she looked comfortable, having to adjust himself for his large frame to fit properly. “There, no one will dare get you now! Safely protected by your knight and a castle.” He seemed very satisfied with himself as he pulled the little girl close to him. She clutched onto him tightly, resting her head right above where his heart was, and started purring as he ran his hands through her hair.

Isla healing a wound:

Isla’s ear twitched hearing a pained gasp behind her, and she turned around from where she was in the garden. Behind her was Lyra, who was clutching her hand tightly as small droplets of blood welled on her hand. Immediately, the older elf was at her side, kneeling down next to her as she looked at her hand. “What happened?” She asked, signing the question with her hands as well. While the child was getting better with signing, Isla found it helped better her understanding seeing someone else sign as well.

Touched the roses, sharp, cut, Lyra signed a bit shakily. Her eyes were misting over slightly.

The Earthbound furrowed her brows in concern. “You’re gonna be alright. Can you let me see your hand? I need to check if you have any thorns.” She explained, still signing to go with her words. The little girl extended her palm to her and she focused on it, looking over the purple, starlit skin for any black spots. She found a couple, pointing them out to her. “We need to get those out to heal it. It’s going to sting a little though.” She told her gently, already digging through her mind for the healing spell her mother taught her.

Lyra nodded in understanding, flinching slightly as Isla worked to remove the thorns.

When she had disposed of them carefully, she moved onto creating a small rune, green and luminous and as big as the child’s palm. “Curatio,” she spoke the word gently, touching her palm to Lyra’s. She held it there, letting the magic mend the skin. When she removed it, the injuries were gone. “There, all better. Ah, wait, to remove all the pain…” Isla trailed off, bringing the Startouch’s palm to her lips and giving it a light kiss. “A kiss to make the pain go away, an ancient Earthblood technique.” She laughed, her hands moving to Lyra’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”

The child nodded, a small smile on her face.

Isla returned the smile. “Good, now how about I show you some flowers that won’t hurt you?”

Bruinen finding her with his clothes:

Bruinen scratched his head, confusion taking over his face. He had been looking for his blue satin jacket. While it wasn’t typical for Tidebounds to wear layered clothing, as too much material would slow them down in the water, he usually wore it for formal occasions. And considering he was going to an annual meeting with some other merchants tomorrow...he kind of needed it. But, no matter where he looked, he just couldn’t seem to find it.

He closed the doors to his closet with a sigh. “Elskan mín,” he called out, turning to his wife who was mending some clothing on their bed. “Have you seen my jacket? The blue satin one, it seems to be missing, and I can’t find it for the life of me…”

“Is that so? That is very strange, I’m sure it’ll turn up though.” She responded, tone even with just the smallest hint of mischief to it.

He had been married to her long enough to pick up on that mischief. “You know something I don’t know. What is it? Did Torin spill something on it while he was doing laundry?” He raised a nonexistent eyebrow as he came closer to her, smiling in confusion seeing her amused expression.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. Why don’t you check on Lyra? Last I saw, she was in your study, and already missing you, the poor thing.” She tutted, a smile on her face as she paused in her mending to look up at her husband.

Taking that as a clue, Bruinen nodded. “I suppose I’ll be doing that.” Kissing her on the forehead tenderly, he stepped out the door, travelling down the hallway and opening the door to his study.

He peered around, walking in when he couldn’t find the Startouch child. He paused when he found her, curled up on his chair and sleeping soundly, his blue satin jacket wrapped around her like a blanket. His heart melted at the sight, walking around his desk to reach her. He hadn’t realized she was going to miss him so much, he would only be gone a couple days. Shaking his head good naturedly, he picked her up, careful not to wake her, and settled her back down on his lap when he sat on the chair. She curled up to him instantly, clutching onto both the jacket and his shirt tightly.

Bruinen thought his heart was going to burst at how cute the scene was. Petting her hair, he let out a sigh. “You can keep the jacket, my little Lyra. I can always find another…” he murmured. The elf was really going to have to hasten home after that meeting was over with.

Aerin brushing her hair:

Aerin winced as the cold air from outside blew through the window, and she closed it to block it out. The winds had really picked up today it seemed, it was making the whole house creak by how strong it was.

Her eyes flicked to the door hearing it slam open, and not much later, Torin waltzed in, holding Lyra. The Startouch girl’s hair was a mess, the silver strands tangled, and there appeared to be twigs and leaves stuck in there as well. Surprise and amusement overtook her face as she came closer, leaning against the doorway. “Had a bit too much fun out there in the trees, did we?” She asked, lightly laughing seeing Torin’s sheepish expression.

“We thought it was fine...until that last gust knocked her out of the tree.” He explained, rubbing the back of his neck once he set Lyra down.

Her eyes were wild and bright. It was fun, she signed happily.

Aerin knelt down with a smile. “Well, I’m glad you had fun, dear. I don’t know if the same can be said for your hair though.” Her wooden fingers ghosted over the knots lightly, before standing up. “Come with me, I believe Isla has a brush in her room we can use to sort that out.” She started walking up the stairs, making a stop in Isla’s room to grab the brush before going to Lyra’s room and having the child sit down on her bed.

Aerin sat behind her, pulling out the twigs and leaves from her hair carefully before brushing, only to stop seeing Lyra flinch. Hurts, she explained.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll be extra gentle this time.” She promised her, starting again. There was no flinching this time around, and she continued, watching the bristles smooth out the strands. There was silence for a little, before the Earthblood began singing quietly. It was one of the songs played at the celebration they had last month, still stuck in her mind with its catchy lyrics and tune. She continued singing softly, getting lost in her task. She didn’t stop at brushing though. When the strands of silver had been smoothed out, her fingers glided through her hair, separating them in chunks, and then leaving delicate braids in them. When she was satisfied, she stopped singing and removed her hands from Lyra’s head.

The child started when she stopped, having dozed during the relaxing process. Thank you, she signed, her hands still a little sluggish.

She smiled, turning Lyra around and kissing her on the forehead before bringing her into a hug. “Think nothing of it, my bright star.”

Rowan reading with her:

Rowan’s brow wrinkled as they looked over the papers in front of them. There had been an error in the data they had been working on, the paper said they received ten tons of silk, instead of one, and the number mistranslation was seriously messing with their calculations. A groan rose from their throat, another all nighter was definitely in their future.

They were brought out of their thoughts upon feeling a small hand on their leg, and they looked over to see Lyra with an apprehensive look on her face.

They smiled at her, as much as they could with their incoming headache anyways. “What did you need?” They asked softly.

She lifted a book up in their view before placing it down. Trying to read, but I don’t know some of the words, she told them. Her eyes looked at how tensed their posture was and the papers scattered about their desk, and she hunched over herself slightly. Not a good time?

“No, no,” they reassured her with a shake of their head. “I probably need the break. Maybe coming back to it will help actually. Thank you for helping me.” Their smile became a bit less forced seeing her own smile. They took the book in their hands, studying it. It was a new one for her, and a little above her reading level, it was no wonder she was having trouble understanding some words. “This is a good one,” they commented before standing up. “So, where do you want to read?”

She took their hand, leading them to the couch in the living room, and they chuckled as they sat down on it, getting comfy before helping Lyra into their lap. “Point out the words, I’ll help you understand them.” They hummed lightly, watching her starry hands open the book.

The two spent an hour going over the words she had already read but didn’t know. Then, three more hours of reading the story aloud with her, pausing whenever she made a sign that she didn’t know the word. They loved watching her reactions to the story, and the way her eyes grew bright when she guessed a word right.

The story had just come to an end, when Lyra slumped against them, fast asleep. They were a bit surprised at the sudden occurrence, before smiling softly, closing the book and setting it aside. They could spend another hour or so like this, it was worth it, anyways.

#asks answered #scars in the starlight #the Comerde Family #Bruinen #Isla #Rowan #Torin #Aerin #Water-Earth fam au #fluff

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night-shadowblood-writes2 · 4 years

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Invitation

It sucks being a night owl and having to not only go to class but babysit grim and my one brain cell babies while being exhausted. But I couldnt help it I was just restless so I put on some slippers and a baby blue cotton robe on over my white cotton night dress the botton ruffles tickling my ankles and walk out of the dorm.

The breeze felt nice and I decided to take a small walk hopefully tire myself out and to my suprise I see my friend doing his nightly exploring.

"Hello tsunotaro!" I approach him with a smile. "Hello child of man how are you couldnt sleep?" He asks. He was handsome like most of the boys here at NRC but something about him himself was just enchanting.

"Im fine just couldnt sleep insomia like to kick my butt" I chuckled looking forward so I didnt trip and make a fool of myself.

"I could make something for you if youd like" he tells me watching me instead of forward alrrady familiar with the trail we were on. From there we talked about anything and everything and even the crazy antics of my friends.

An idea popped into mind when we retured to the dorm "Can i ask for a favor?" He looked down (way down for me personally cuz im a shorty 5'1 and hes like 6 foot something lol) "Depends on what it is"he ansers back a bit curiously.

"Can you come here again tomorrow?" I ask and he nods with a small smile before heading back to his dorm for the night. And i get to work motivation keeping me up.

Napping in betwwen classes and lunch as well as other shenanigans throughout the day and finally it was night time and i was waiting for him when he arroved we walked and talked as usual but i was trying to get the courage to give the invitation to him.

"Um tsunotaro i have something for you" i say slowing to a stop he turns to me and i pull out a rose gold envelop and hand it to him. He looks at it in suprise before taking it gently. "Is this an invitation?" He asks me in a small voice eyes.

"Open it to find out" i say looking away my cheeks burning but i was too tempted to see his reaction. He openes it in a way the envelope didnt rip 'how'd he do that?!' I thought. And he pulled out a black card. "Dear Tsunotaro you're invited to attend a tea party this Saturday at 3 o clock at the Ramshackle dorm. Please let me know if you will be attending before or on Friday and you may bring whoever you like as well."

"Um well I'll let you think about it ill make sandwichs drinks dessert if you have any requests just let me know goodnight!" And i ran off. Unbeknownst to me Malleus watch with a smile before walking to the Diasomnia dorm.

"Oooh whats got you in a good mood Malleus your back early" Lilia floated beside him as he entered the dorm Silver and Sebek seated in the living room. "I was invited to a tea party" he said with a smile. Immediately Sebek began to asking (shouting)who asked him and when it was.

He revealed the back and rose gold letter "This Saturday would you three like to attend as well?" He asked and the three nodded "Very well I'll let her know tomorrow" he said bwfore heading to his rokm placing a spell on the invitation so it would wrinkle or get damaged with time after all this was his first invite and he wanted to cherish it. He couldn't wait for Saturday to arrive.

Invite looks like this isnt it pretty ❤

Not edited we die like men... Until i get annoyed and edits it later like a weakling 😅

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia

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lgbt-ffxv-imagines · 6 years

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Nif Prince Prompto comes to Insomnia for negotiations and is more than a little smitten with the Lucian King Noctis ;)))

Prompto is ninety percent sure he’s going to be beheaded. His phone keeps ringing, blasting the victory jingle from King’s Knight, at an incriminating volume. He’d been told to switch the device to silent mode and run an audio recorder by his father’s order.

He had.

He’d just forgotten about his alarms.

Now, with every single member of the Lucian delegation looking less than two seconds away from laughing at him (granted that his father’s glare doesn’t do away with him first), Prompto is pretty sure he’d rather be put to death than continue to be humiliated. The King is the only one still maintaining some semblance of decorum, leaving Prompto to fumble with his phone mostly undisturbed.

The King’s Shield coughs to cover a laugh that echoes a little too loudly when Prompto finally manages to shut off the device. The deafening silence in the wake of his mistake makes his breath come too quickly, half a lungful maybe before it’s stuttered back out. He doesn’t dare try and apologize.

His father is already on his feet, bowing just barely enough to show deference to the Lucian council. The king of Lucis himself, Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV, does not even bother with so much as a slight inclination of hid head in response. He’s imperious in appearance, if not posture - tall as is and taller still when robed in modern black from head to toe, crown glittering where it comes to points of silver - and Prompto is still less intimidated by him than he is by his own father. Maybe it’s because of his disposable nature, or how the king is somehow more transparent than his father’s unpredictable brand of parenting, but the fact that he’d managed to insult them all still stands.

If he hadn’t already been stripped of his title in everything but name, he surely would be after such a slight.

He’s barely managed to wrestle control over his mental faculties back from his raging anxiety when a document is slid before him. He doesn’t have to read the bold black script to know it’s Niflheim’s terms for surrender. He just finds the line he’s to signature and signs it for the last time as the crown prince of Niflheim.

The moment his pen lifts from the paper, he’s lost all rights as a citizen in just about every territory short of those in the Accordo protectorate. He’s not a person, from that point onward, but a belonging. He’s a peace offering of sorts, even if he’s fairly sure Lucis isn’t exactly comfortable with Niflheim’s practice of trading their nobility for remission. He’s fairly sure they consider it at least within the umbrella of unwilling servitude, if not flat out slavery, to reduce any person to that of an item to be exchanged on paper.

When the Niflheimr delegation departs, he doesn’t stand with them, eyes fixed resolutely on the grain of the audience chamber’s grand table. He’s pretty sure he’d managed to miss just about all of the proceedings after his Grand Fuck Up, what with his head long since filled with cotton instead of wit, but a part of him is vindictive in how terrible a fate he’d been dealt hasn’t yet ended with his head rolling in one way or another.

He’d disgraced his father and all those who stood at his back. He’d made them look the part of swindlers but giving Lucis something like him. Prompto doesn’t bother with flattery and easy subservience. He’s stone silent like that of Insomia’s Old Wall remnants.

His name is something he’ll not give up to Lucis, even if he prays for peace to protect his people. He’ll whisper it to himself, if need be. He refuses to let his sense of self be destroyed the way his father wishes it to be. Lucians are a proud people more likely to interrogate him as he is than debase him as a token of their victory.

Then, there’s a laugh and soon enough Prompto is more than confused why it doesn’t seem immediately malicious. He chances a glance upward and the king of Lucis is lounging in his high backed chair, trying to shush his Shield and Sword like his life and line depends on it. He’s harried and pink in the cheeks despite most of his council having departed, save for a few trusted confidantes. There’s a loud whisper-war filling in the quiet between cackles until the High King of Lucis and conqueror of the Empire of Niflheim, Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV, smacks his head into the table with a groan (then it’s just excessively gleeful laughter with the victor of the argument very clearly being the Shield).

Prompto is very clearly out of place.

Among the oppressive black marble and dark stained wood of the Citadel, he’s a beacon of vehement amity, a forced peace paid for in the blood of those who did no wrong in the centuries-long war. The white, shapeless coat he wears is more than big enough for the rest of his body to seek solace inside, made to wreath him in the Empire’s colors as garishly as possible even as they all but throw him into their enemy’s arms. There’s the tiled crests of the Aldercapt Imperial Dynasty at his breast and at the hem of his sleeves embroidered in tawdry red, heavy pieces made of gold shining against his hair and throat like he’s some sort of ornament rather than a force of nature in the field.

The king’s Sword sighs and it’s a well worn sound, stalking around the table to stand before Niflheim’s freshly disowned heir. He’s deceptively calm when he asks, “Do you swear loyalty to the Crown of Lucis, or Niflheim?”

Prompto waits, heart beginning to hammer all over again like it’s some sort fo trick question with no right answer. He swallows down his trepidation to reply, “I swear loyalty to my people and not a crown, whether they were instated by divine right, or rotted blood.”

The Shield whistles in admiration. “More guts in that one than the whole lot of those rats.” He does not move from a readied stance.

“As agreed by both parties, you are now property of the Crown. Fortunately for us all, Lucis does not condone slavery,” the Sword informs. He pulls a small packet from the air in a shower of blue sparks and proffers it toward Prompto. “As such, we henceforth announce that Prompto Aldercapt, first son of the late emperor of Niflheim, is legally dead.”

The title of the first page reads in bold: For the Reinstating of Identity Postmortem. Prompto stares at it longer than strictly necessary before squeaking, “So, uh, am I going to be executed now? Is that how this works?”

The king makes a face not unlike when someone had gotten ice slipped down their shirt and asks, carefully neutral, “Do you understand what being a prisoner of war means, Prompto?”

“That I’m good as dead and no longer have personhood, yeah,” he replies, worrying his lip between his teeth. “I thought I was already legally dead, though,” he tacks on.

“Not completely, but we’d like to make you an offer,” Noctis’s Sword cuts in, business minded and more than ready to get this over with, “granted that you do not prove to be a threat to the Crown, we are more than willing to assist you with creating a new life here, in Insomnia, under our watch.”

“Oh.” Prompto feels like his whole world has been flipped further onto its head. He struggles for the right words, eventually settling on, “Okay. Yeah… I’d like that?” He doesn’t mean it to come out as a question, but he’s been floating in a sea of insecurity and very confusing government dalliances for so long that fairly straightforward offers feel fake.

The king beams at him and lets his Sword guide Prompto through each of the sections of the document, not stopping either of them until they’re on the last page by saying, “Oh, yeah, Prompto, I play King’s Knight, too. Nice ringtone.”

The ensuing near full-body blush is arguably endearing, even if Prompto is determined to bury his face in the sleeves of his terribly unflattering coat. The half distinguishable mumbling is just the nail in the coffin. “May the Frostbearer freeze me where I sit, so I never have to deal with being such an idiot again.”

Noctis laughs and it’s too real to stop. He sticks Prompto with an encouraging smile to let him know it’s not a malicious sound. “I sure hope Shiva won’t take you up on that. I’d be out one hell of a video game buddy.”

#ffxv imagines #lgbt ffxv #lgbt ffxv imagines #ffxv #final fantasy xv #Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto argentum #Prince Prompto Argentum #King Noctis Lucis Caelum #age difference #sfw #promptis #noctsnipples #mun kiri #i got off track

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thebloodroyal · 6 years

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The Advisor and the Psychic (Older! Ignis x Fem! Reader)

Hello! It’s been a long time since I’ve posted or done literally anything, so for you, my dear followers, I have something that I have been sitting on since last year before I thought I would ever make a Fic blog or do any of this. Good Asterals.

There may be more chapters. We will see.

Synopsis: A Psychic comes to the Citadel to warn of and impending attack on the city of Insomia. King Noctis is away on affairs of State and his Advisor was left behind to hold down the fort.

Warnings: Light smut. Possibly some later if I write another chapter. Let’s see how this is received. :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Your eyes opened blurry & unfocused. It feels like you have been hit by a truck that had then backed up and ran you over again.

Where am I?

As your eyes came into focus, you found yourself in a massive bedroom appointed with sleek, high end furnishings. The room smelled like antiseptic.

“Ah, you’re awake, miss.” A velvety voice said to your left. The sudden sound made you jump and hastily pull up the covers to your chest as though you were exposed. You certainly felt exposed waking up in a strange place unaware of how you got there to begin with.

The man who broke the silence introduced himself as Ignis Scientia.

“Wait, the King’s advisor? Where am I?” Your eyes scanned the room looking for any sort of clue.

“Yes. You’re at the Palace in Insomnia. We found you unconscious & with high fever at the gates. King Noctis had insisted we bring you inside. Although, I thought it unwise to bring strangers inside the Palace walls.” He said, thinly shielding his menace.

“I assure you, if you intend to cause any havoc within these walls, madame, you will be neutralized without any hesitation.” The flat, eerie & polite tone of his voice made a shiver run down your spine.

You swallowed as you felt cold sweat begin to pool on the back of your neck. This may have been from the fever breaking or the handsome advisors bedside manner. Somehow, you found the courage to speak and state your purpose for being in Insomnia.

“I did not come here to cause any harm to the King or the city. I have a message that must be given to King Noctis” Ignis’ eyes met yours with cautious curiosity.

“What message would that be?” He said, sarcasm peeking through the edges of his voice.

“Your lives are in danger. Yours, Noctis, the entire city. I have… abilities. I get premonitions of the past, present, and sometimes the future.” You said trying to keep the panic out of your voice.

The handsome stranger raised an eyebrow and adjusted his glasses. He took a breath and rose from his chair. Ignis walked over to the end of the bed contemplating and calculating your tale. His face betrayed just how conflicted he was.

Is she to be believed? It could very well be she does have these powers. Noctis can warp and use magic. Perhaps...No. This must be confirmed before a national incident occurs.

“How am I to know you are telling the truth? To come into the palace and say we are in danger is brazen and dangerous. You could incite widespread panic.” Ignis said evenly. He looked you directly in the eyes watching your face for any sort of tell that you were a threat.

“I can show you.” You looked directly into his green eyes with fierce determination. You threw off the covers and walked directly to his side. Your eyes met his and you could see a startled look on his face as his hands reached out to summon his weapons.

You slowly raised a hand to his cheek keeping your fingers together and closed your eyes. You heard Ignis suck in a breath as he grabbed your wrist, then he glazed over. It was beginning. You were transferring the vision of the future to him. His future. Unfortunately, you could not see what was being transmitted.

Your limbs tangled together as he held your wrists above your head. His cock was sheathed deep inside of you keeping a slow rhythm. Your walls clenched as Ignis emptied his seed into your aching sex.

The vision changed to your lips meeting as the congregation of your friends erupted into applause. “Mrs. Scientia” he whispered as you placed a hand on to Ignis’ cheek.

You felt the flow of power ebb and you took your hand away from his face. Ignis stepped back in horror and embarrassment.

“Six, you weren’t lying.” He raised a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes trying to regain his bearings.

“The first time can be a little... disorienting. You may want to sit down.” Ignis heeded your advice and slowly lowered himself into the chair. His eyes met yours once more. Ignis’ cheeks flushed a bright crimson.

Is he... blushing? What did he see…You felt your heart quicken and sweat once again begin to pool.

“What did you see?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. He looked away and smiled. He was laughing.

“What is your name?” Ignis politely asked.

“Oh, (y/n).” Ignis took your hand and placed his lips on your knuckles placing a light kiss.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” A smile stretched across his lips revealing the most perfect set of teeth you have ever seen. Well, his tune changed quickly.

“I take it you cannot see what is being shown when you transfer your visions. Intriguing. Do you have any control over what is shown?” He asked, hand on his chin.

“Ah, that’s correct. It is a one way connection. Most of the time, I can control what is passed. There are other times where the energy of the person overpowers what I’m trying to transfer. You should have seen Insomnia being invaded. Judging by your reaction...you saw something else.”

“That’s correct.” He said, trying not to smile. “You are welcome to stay here for the time being. There is a full bathroom just across the room and I will have clean clothes laid out for you. I’ll be back in to check on you shortly.” He turned to leave and stopped when you spoke.

“I need to speak with King Noctis immediately.”

“He is on state business. King Noctis will not be returning for another two days. You’re welcome to stay until then. If you can manage to, ah, show me what you’re trying to tell him, I can send word.” Ignis turned and left, closing the door behind him.

He’s certainly charming. Perhaps that shower isn’t such a bad idea.

Ignis closed the door behind him and leaned against it. She is to be my wife...what in all of the Asterals…

His cock twitched at the very viceral vision of the beautiful stranger beneath him. Her panting and moaning as he took her slowly and to completion. He shivered.

There was a knock at the door as you slipped the black tank top that was left on the bed for you when you came out from the shower. Waiting on the other side of the portal was once again, the Royal Advisor, Ignis Scientia. This time, he was much more cordial. In his hands, a silver tray with what smelled like eggs, bacon and sausage. Your stomach rumbled at the realization.

“I thought you would be hungry.” He said as he invited himself into the room. He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t remember the last time you had eaten. He placed the tray on the coffee table in the middle of the room that was flanked by loveseats on each side. He removed the cover with a flourish revealing the best breakfast platter you have ever seen.

“Please dig in. I’m sure you’re famished.” His dictation perfect, the opposite of your behavior as you dove into the meal before you. Each bite was delicious and cooked perfectly. The bacon crispy, the sausage juicy & the eggs runny. The meal was so satisfying, you thought you were going to cry. As quickly as it was set down before you, the plate was clean.

“This was amazing..” You said, emotion flooding your praise. “Compliments to the chef!”

“Why, thank you, Y/N.”

“You made this? It was divine.” Good looking and he can cook. Be still my heart…. No. Focus. You’re here on business.

“I spent a great deal of time keeping and caring for the King. I have been cooking for him since we were children.”

“Ah, explains why you’re so good at it.”

“I accept your gracious compliments. I get no better satisfaction than seeing a clean plate.” He said, smiling from ear to ear. An uncomfortable tension hung in the air. You broke the silence.

“Ah, Mr. Scientia-” He cut you off before you could continue “Please, call me Ignis. There is no need for formalities.”

“Alright then… ah, Ignis. What did you see when I transferred visions to you?” His eyebrow raised at your question. His face flushed once again. Why in the Six is he turning red…Did he see something…

“It was certainly not doom or destruction, as you had claimed before.” He failed at suppressing a chuckle.

“Then what DID you see?” You asked feverishly this time.

“Two lovers in the throes of passion.” His liquid dictation made you shiver. Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat.

Eyes wide “Who...Who did you see?” Barely able to finish the statement.

“Myself...and you.” His tone was even and his emerald eyes unwavering from yours. You didn’t dare break eye contact, he wouldn’t allow it.

“You’re lying. That couldn’t possibly…” His eyes continued to drill into you, unblinking. His gaze was intense.

“I would not lie. The premonition was far too vivid to come from my imagination, my dear.” He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs. His eyes never leaving you.

Well, there’s only on way to find out. Here goes.

With a deep inhale, you focused your third eye and allowed your eyes to begin rolling back into your skull when the Advisor broke your concentration.

“What are you doing?” He did not mask the panic in his voice as he reached a hand out to touch your arm.

“I can recall what was transferred to you. It just...takes some effort. Please don’t move or distract me. It won’t work otherwise.” You snapped back, laced with frustration.

Once more, you took a deep breath and began the tricky process again. You felt your mind sink backwards, as though you were being submerged in thick water. The room did not change except you were seeing the space with a filter of blue.

You were now alone on the sofa, the silence being punctuated with sighs and ruffling of sheets.

“Holy shit, he wasn’t lying.”

In the bed, the two lovers bodies moved in a rehearsed synchronization, a dance known only to them. The vision began to fade from your sight as you heard yourself reach climax.

Once again, you were back in the present, the colored filter gone. Replaced with the Advisor watching you intently, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“Well? What did you see?” Ignis said expectantly. “Ah, I see.” He answered his own question. A smile betraying his poker face.

For the first time, you desperately wanted your vision to come true.

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Can i ask for a Peko x insomia fem reader please (sorry if it sposifice

YES HELLO I AM ALIVE AND READY TO FACE THE DAY WITH A PEKO X READER. Prompt was “Can I ask for a Peko x insomniac fem reader please?” and yes, you may ask for one, sweetheart~! here, have a crappy Peko x reader in my absence. It’s not too good but I’m still getting back into the swing of things. -dragongriffin13

Peko Pekoyama… was a very calm-headed person. She was limber, sharp, narrow in terms of letting people get to her, selfless, and collected.

The SHSL Swordswoman was sitting on a bench outside, hands folded over her lap with the utter gracefulness that was deserving, seeing her title.

Eyes closed, Peko’s face was composed of tranquility, lips pulled into a neutral look and face as smooth as a lake when only the sun’s eyes looked down at it.

A footstep. The rustle of a limb across the ground.

Red eyes snapped open, irises a brick wall in terms of guarding her heart.

“(y/n),” she greeted after a moment, cocking her head upon spotting you.

“Oh! Uh, Pekoyama!” You laughed uneasily, rubbing the back of your neck as your eyes darted away from her.

You had been looking for a spot to take a little nap, seeing how you were going off of three or four hours for the past five days. It was showing in your studies. You were nodding off in class, unable to spark up the energy to do modern-day activities…

The list went on and on.

“Is there any reason why you’re here?” Peko questioned.

“Well, no, not really, I was just- well, just, y'know, wandering around outside, enjoying the nice, super-cool fresh air..”

A silver eyebrow raised in doubt.

“Doing completely normal things, you get what I mean?”

The other eyebrow rose.

“… completely normal things. I see,” the swordswoman spoke calmly, scooting to the side to make room for you. “Take a seat, if you wish.“

Her master had ordered her to act like a normal high school student. Building relationships… was that good, or bad? What happened if that relationship turned to a tragedy, where they were on seperate sides of the field?

You took a seat, glancing sideways at her posture and how she held herself- stiff, perfect, and poised. How did she do that her entire day…?

It seemed that Peko had no intentions to start a conversation, hands still clasped across her lap.

"Uh… Hey, Pekoyama, do you mind if I take a nap here…?”

Her eyes shifted to rest on you, cold irises glinting in the reflection of the fountain behind you two.

“No, I do not mind. If needed, I’ll wake you when necessary.”

“Mm… thank you…” You muttered, voice already slurring as your eyes fell shut.

Minutes ticked by, and Peko was surprised by how fast you fell asleep.

Within three, you had fallen asleep. Within five, you had slumped against her shoulder.

Exactly how starved of sleep are you, (y/n)?

Yet, Peko didn’t move. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she shifted slightly so that your head would fall more comfortably on the crook of her neck.

Was this what building relationships was about?

#I love Peko Pekoyama #and i love YOU DRAGON MVP #submission #Peko x Reader #dragongriffin13 #Peko Pekoyama #Anonymous

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