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gothfleur · 7 months

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The Prince’s Medic

noctis lucis caelum x gn!reader | sfw | fluff | 1,720 words

summary: after being added to the prince's retinue last minute, reader finds themselves having caught the prince's attention.

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Everyday with the boys was a surprise.

You were a new addition to the princes’ retinue, being added last minute to look after the prince as a medic. If anything were to happen to him, you were the one who had to make sure he saw it through.

Looking after Noctis was a big responsibility, but being able to divide it with the others made it easier to handle.

It was only a few days into your journey to Altissia, and you quickly noticed the boys had a habit of getting off-track. Going on hunts, missions, fetch quests. They fought hard, and though they always came out victorious, they didn’t always come out unharmed. You had already treated so many wounds. And not just from the Prince, but from everyone else in the group!

After a long day of driving, the boys and you decided to pull over and set up camp for the night. This is a nice little spot... you thought to yourself. The camp overlooked Duscae, lake water sparkling as the sun dipped lower and lower under the horizon.

When Gladiolus was finished with setting up your tent, you stepped inside and immediately tossed your backpack on the folding table you used as a medical station. You had some time left until Ignis was done with dinner, so you decided you should take stock on the medical supplies in your bag.

At this rate, you’d probably gone through 3 packs of bandaids. Mostly on Noctis alone. Out of all the boys, it was him who seemed to visit your tent the most. He’d stop by with the smallest of cuts, ones that most certainly could be left to heal by themselves.

... And then he would often proceed to stay around after you patched him up.

He’d make small talk. Asking how your day was, if you’d eaten, what your interests were. You weren’t stupid, you knew this was his way of hanging out with you. He was just too nervous to ask for it directly, opting to cover it up with “just need a band-aid!”

You smiled to yourself. The prince certainly had caught your eye, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have at least a little bit of an interest in him. But, he was a prince. And he was on his way to marry the oracle, who was also his childhood friend.

Maybe his visits were out of platonic affection, maybe he had a romantic interest in you. Part of you wished he did, but you tried to push that thought away. He was practically married already! But then again, as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t deny how his eyes were watching you as you tended to his wounds. Or how his breath seemed to hitch when you touched him. Or even how his skin warmed and his cheeks reddened as you took his temperature with the back of your hand. Or sometimes he’d-

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

A voice from outside the tent pulled you from your thoughts.

“Yup! What’cha need?”

Noctis pulled back the sheet and stepped inside. He clutched his right hand with a rag, a dark red splotch staining the white material.

Speak of the devil...

“Oh jeez, please, sit down.” You motioned to the chair in front of you.

“I was just trying to help Ignis with dinner... turns out I am not good at dicing vegetables. Like, at all.” He sat down and removed the rag, revealing a cut on his pointer finger.

“May I?” You asked, stretching your hand out to take his. Noctis nodded as you lightly took his wrist and observed the wound.

“You’re lucky it’s not deep, you would’ve needed stitches!” Noctis winced as you applied pressure to the still bleeding wound with some gauze.

“Sorry...’ you said, releasing your grip slightly, ‘Can you hold this here for me? I’ll find something to disinfect this with.”

Standing up, you turned to the medical table, finding a bottle of disinfectant and a sterile cloth in your small plastic item organizer.

“This may sting a bit...” you remark, unscrewing the bottle before turning it over onto the cloth.

“It’s okay, I’m stronger than I look, I swear.” The dark haired prince jokes, hand still covering the cut.

You smile, a quiet giggle escaping your mouth.

Crouching in front of him, Noctis removes the gauze. You take his wrist in your hand once again, and begin to clean the wound. You can feel his muscles tense as you gently wipe away the blood.

Looking up, you observe his face. His eyes are scrunched shut, and you can tell he’s biting his bottom lip so as to not let any noise escape.

“I’m sorry, I know how bad this hurts, but I'm almost done!” You say in an attempt to reassure him. However, Noctis just nods his head, eyes unopening as you remove the cloth. Clean enough!

You return to the plastic item organizer, this time grabbing bandages.

“It’s okay to tell me it hurts, you know.”

Noctis opens his eyes, his deep blue gaze piercing right through you. His lips part to speak, but he says nothing. His gaze drops to the floor as you crouch once more.

Slowly, you wrap the bandage around his finger, making sure to not tie it too tightly.

His skin is warm under yours. And surprisingly soft for a man who wields weapons for the better part of a day.

You look back up at him again, his eyes moving from your hands to your face. Warmth creeps up on your cheeks, you look back down and finish wrapping the bandage to escape the growing flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

“How does it feel? Not too tight?” You say, standing up and taking a few steps back.

“Feels a lot better. Thank you, Y/N.” Noctis bends his finger a couple times before looking back at you.

With your work done, Noctis should just head back outside. Your part in helping him was done, over. The smell of Ignis’ cooking began to permeate the air, signaling it was almost time to eat. Yet, neither of you moved. Noctis stayed seated as you kept your gaze on the floor.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” You say, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two of you.

“There is one more thing... Could you check that cut on my chest? It’s been a few days. Was wondering if I could stop wearing the bandages now.”

“Oh! For sure. I can check that out.” You take a step forward as Noctis’ hands grasp the edge of his black shirt. You quickly averted your eyes to the floor.

Oh my god.

When you first looked after this wound, you weren’t nervous at all. But now, you could feel the tension in the room. There had been one too many wistful glances and the fluttering feeling from earlier was returning.

When you looked back up, Noctis was shirtless.

Don’t look at his face, don’t look at his face, don’t look at his face!

“Can you stand up for me?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Closing the distance, you begin to unwrap the bandages. You prayed he couldn’t see your nervousness. How your hands shook and your breath quickened. It felt as if every cell in your body was tingling, anticipating for something, anything to happen. Loosening the last wrap, the bandages fell to the floor. Leaving Noctis’ skin bare.

All that was left of the cut was a red scar. It was an angry red, a stark contrast against the rest of Noctis’ pale skin. The scarred skin is still a bit bumpy and scabbed, as expected for a healing wound. But hopefully as time passed, the redness would fade and the skin would smoothen.

“So...,’ Noctis began, you looked up at him to see his face was pink, awash with a shy blush, ‘Does it look okay?”

“It’s healed great so far.” You stammer, looking into his eyes.

You both stood still, though closer now. You could feel his breath lightly fanning your face. You could see each eyelash, each mole, how his lips were parted ever so slightly. You heard him inhale, and it felt as if your heart was about to burst from beating so fast. As he opened his mouth to speak, you caught yourself holding your breath.

“Y/N, can I- is it okay If I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

Noctis bent down tentatively. your lips only brushed at first, he pulled back briefly before leaning down again and pressing gently into your lips. His mouth was soft, almost pillowy against your own. Warmth spread across your entire body; from the top of your head, and to the tips of your toes. His hand reached up to cup the right side of your face, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepened.

There was no desperation, no biting, no sloppy attempt at using tongue. There was just you and him, moving together in harmony

You placed your hand atop his while his thumb lightly stroked your face. When he broke the kiss, you immediately missed the feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled back once more, this time enough to look at you. Your tousled hair, your eyes, and your lips, which were now subtly pinker from the gentle pressure of his own.

“You don’t know how long I wanted to do that.” He smiled, looking down at you as you laid your face on his chest to hide your embarrassment. You could hear his heart beating, a rhythm so sweet it could lull you to sleep.

A hand came to rest on the back of your head, smoothing your hair.

You wanted nothing more than to stay here like this forever.

But just then, Prompto burst through the tent door.

“Ooooohhhhh... So that’s what was taking so long in here...’ Prompto’s lips curled into a devilish grin, ‘I’d love to let you have your moment, but like food is ready, so...”

“God! Prompto, get out!” Noct yelled, scrambling to grab his shirt from the chair. Prompto laughed, dashing out of the tent as he yelled for Gladiolus and Ignis.

“He is soooo never letting this go...” you whimper.

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ok4ru · 6 days

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I have a question, WHO NAMED XEHANORT THAT??? Like his name X-No heart??? I’M HOPING HIS MOM DIDN’T OR PLAYER DIDN’T TOO. My only guessing is that people in Scala named him that since darkness was bound to find him if he stayed there.

Now that I’m thinking about it that’s horrible, to carry a child for 9 months just to be a child of prophecy, and that prophecy is that darkness is gonna be after them their whole life, and the only way they can be safe is to be raised on the island.

Then my hometown started calling my unborn No Heart, If I were Xehanort's mom I would hate that town.

#I’m very convinced Scala ad caelum a judgmental town… not to mention also problematic maybe #khdr spoilers #Xehanort Mom #Mamanort #verdandi #kh #kingdom hearts #young master xehanort #young xehanort #xehanort #khdr #scala ad caelum

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krisssssssy · 21 days

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#ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ff15 ardyn #ffxv ardyn #my fanfic has only made my obsession worse #if someone ever mentioned Ardyn IRL I think I would explode

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stygiovictoria · 8 months

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randomly assorted ffxv doodles

#ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #ravus mentioned #fleurentia

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risarchives · 2 years

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the way freelancer is written makes me so sad.

characters with bad luck are often ignored and left alone as if they were a contagion due to the cruel beliefs about, well, their misfortune that are widely spread in whichever setting they exist. they're solitary and, most of the time, don't receive even a little bit of sympathy. they're bringers of doom and as such and suffer the consequences of it.

and it's all the more easier for the minor characters to ignore them because in most cases, those characters with severe bad luck themselves have accepted their fate and hardly make an effort in convincing people to converse with them at the very least. they're used to living in isolation and have given up in trying to externally be seen as something in contrary to what they evidently are.

(much like with the freelancer, the beliefs of other characters can be solidified by observing what's happening around those unfortunate characters. with fl, you can see it with caelum and the vega situation; with the almost-friend xavier; with gavin possibly being excluded from the inversion and not suffering what he had to suffer if he had no lover to be in the audience for; with hux losing his captain; with everything freelancer personally experienced)

but freelancer is so generous. they're warm, selfless, and friendly. they help, they reach out, and they're not afraid to trust people. how can people see the misfortune that's been happening when this person shines so brightly and has so much love stored in their heart? how can you stay from misfortune when freelancer themself physically manifests the very opposite of it?

if freelancer was like darlin’ who purposely pushes people away, it would have been easier. but oh ho ho ho no! it's in their nature to be a shoulder to cry on and to be a helping hand. it's in their nature to stay, as if it were inevitable. it's just. it's so tragic. it's like being a witness to all the tragedy they—possibly—cause and personally experience and still staying with them despite of it all because—they love. their love can't save the story, but they make sure it's never thrown away. even in the imperium, they remain kind and helpful. those two sides of the mirror have very different atmospheres and yet the freelancer is so unmistakably tragic in both. freelancer—however undeserving of all things bad and ugly they are—is what happens when tragedy and love are mangled in one broken whole.

i'm just. uhhhh haha kindly give me a moment please *lays down. turns to one side. weeps*

#redacted freelancer #redacted asmr #something something the devil is a man and he is beautiful and that is why you can't resist him #except in this case it's misfortune and there are no horns or wings or evil intentions #and echo really just loves tormenting this character #what DID they even do to echo #he has something against the freelancer it's so funny 😭#like all the characters have bad guys and bad situations they need to fight against and survive from but #echo gave fl more than two problems in just the first season?#then something as massive as the inversion immediately after the first season?#not to mention. they have so much internal struggles and conflicts #(and in the first season ngl i would have personally snapped at gavin with that attitude of his)#(fl truly is stronger than me in every way 😭)#i love you doomed characters i love you characters who remain kind despite EVERYTHING i love you characters who help help help #redacted gavin #redacted huxley #redacted caelum #redacted damn #(they were mentioned so. 😭 don't mind them)#rambles

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andywinter16 · 1 year

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Glaives S/O crashes drunk in their place (+ Regis)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my @autumnspookydreams! Enjoy your men with your drunken shenaningas XD (I loveee youuu! )

The alarm clock showed exactly three in the morning when he heard the keys in the lock. "Love, looove, *hic loooveeeeeee I want to *hic cuddleeeee, nooooow.*hic" She said in a singing voice. Nyx had to smirk at your antics, he knew you were celebrating your friend´s newborn, but he never imagined you would get that drunk. And weren´t you adorable one. He tiredly pulled you closer to his chest .“Come here kitten” he chuckled at you” cuddles will be after I get you to bed.” You pouted at him while wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. “ But *hic I want * hic hic cuuudle Nyxie noow!” Nyx picked her up like a little baby and throw himself at the bed with you in his arms. “ Aren´t you in luck, kitten. I was just thinking about being lonely in here.” You looked at Nyx with such adoration in your doe eyes. He felt like on Cloud 9 with you, his precious kitten. He started to doze off on you, when your voice called for him. "Nyxie," you wrapped lose strand of his hair around your finger" I will puke." You were so lucky that he loved you, because he got no sleep.

Tredd would call himself a party animal. So coming home at odd hours for him wasn´t anything unusual. But for fuck´s sake who would bang at his door at 1:30 am, when he just came from assignment and wanted nothing more that sleep?! Tredd went to open the door. “ You better be dying out there, If you think..” “Treddiiee, you areee baack.” What greeted him, was you completely wasted with wide grin. “ Babe, what the hell, partying without me?” said quite annoyed. He took you inside, you were shivering in your pretty dress with wide cleavage. " Not that I mind the view, but it' freezing outside." Seriously, you were the one usually nagging him about this. Guess the roles switched now. Tredd took you by your waist and leaded you inside the bathroom. "Tredd, b-but I don't want to ..." You didn't have a chance to end your sentence, when Tredd pushed you in the hot running shower. The shock was tremendous, your body fully awake. Tredd's personal sober tactic, works every time as he would proudly state. You saw his red hair through the curtain, his voice sounded so cocky. " So are you still cold, babe?" "Tredd, you asshole!" you tried to splash him. " Easy there, tiger! Or you will slip up. And I don't want your pretty face get hurt." He grinned like ass, he is. You wanted to strandle him. " Furia, you better pray to the Astrals when I get my hands on you!" you wobblily got from a shower, the dress was ruined and dripped water on the floor. Tredd winked at you. " Hm, I will enjoy that for sure, babe."

“Clarus, I can walk perfectly fine to my room, mind you.” she proceed to almost fell down the stairs. “ I can see that, highness.” Clarus truly wasn´t paid enough for dealing with this. But you were almost near your bedroom and Clarus will gladly throw you at your husband without mercy. “ Regie, I am back! The party was a great success, even Sylva was enjoying it. And that is something, consider it that her sense of humor is rather bland." You happily chatted to your husband who amusedly watched you from bed when you barged in to your shared bedroom. " Highness, your wife drank eight bottles of the exclusive red wine from Leide. And then with Queen Sylva danced on the table." Regis had to hide a laugh. You were always so wild, he loved that about you. Regis only hoped, that there was a video of it. He made mental note to ask Cor about it later. "Clarus, you're dismissed. Thank you for accompanying my wife safely to our room. I believe there was no trouble at all." He snickered at Clarus poorly hiden distress. " Good night, your highnesses!" You came dressed in your pajamas. " Bye bye Clarus, tell your wife I love her!" Sadly Clarus was gone. Regis almost pissed himself from laugh at how fast his friend run. He opened his arms, a very warm invite into his embrace " Come here angel. I am curious what else you were doing on the "Tea party" of yours." " But for such information, there is a price to pay." You giggled when you returned the hug. " Regis smirked " Oh, I believe we could find solution to this, my Queen."

#ffxv kingsglaive #nyx ulric #tredd furia #regis lucis caelum #female reader #female s/o #Enjoy our pretty boy #reckless redhead #and sugar daddy #final fantasy xv #mentioned clarus amicitia #sweet and tired Nyx Ulric #little shit Tredd Furia #Regis loves his chaotic wife #nyx ulric x reader #Tredd Furia x reader #Regis Lucis Caelum x reader

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mildlycuriousdragon · 2 years

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Having noticed Noct's reluctance in using his wings, Prompto asks the daemon prince about it. And when he does, he's greeted by a scar of the past. It left Noct's wing limp and unusable, a stain on his great destiny. But to Prompto this was no imperfection, it was human.

#promptis #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #ff15 #mcddraws #flightless boissss #ive mentioned it before but prom just glides like a chocobo sdfsd

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savage-rhi · 1 year

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If you’re wanting a request from the “trauma” prompt list, how about “Is there anything I can do to help?” For Ardyn x Reader

@blossom-adventures coming up! 💙

There was not a single day that passed that Ardyn didn't think about Aera. She was as much a part of him as air was to his lungs; a lifeforce that was needed to sustain what was left of him as a man. That didn't mean the memories of her weren't painful.

Most days Ardyn could handle the trauma of her death. He had no control over her actions, and therefore couldn't have spared Aera the blow of Somnus's sword. She chose to put herself in the line of fire. When Ardyn really thought hard about the day he lost everything, it dawned on him that if Somnus hadn't killed her, Ardyn himself would've. Both brothers were more than determined to rip the other in half. Gods be damned if anyone tried to stop it. Neither of them could be reasoned with once the last straw broke.

The what ifs of the circumstance plagued Ardyn more so than the memory. Accompanied by the 2,000 years worth of hallucinations, and Bahamut rubbing salt in the wound, Ardyn's usual tricks to remain present fell on deaf ears. He called out of work. His duties as chancellor could wait while he tried to regain control.

Ardyn paced around his chambers for most of the day. He would sit down every so often, carding his fingers through his hair. Muscles tensing as flashbacks and the smell of blood heavily lingered in his mind and heart. He was spinning away, unraveling the persona he had worked hard to maintain while working for Niflheim. Soon enough he was screaming at himself. Blaming his misfortunes on the Gods and his own shortcomings as a healer and a man. He had failed so many people who loved him.

Hours later, Ardyn was sitting at the edge of his bed. His amber eyes looked out the window to the city. The sun was setting upon Gralea. The night would come, and he'd be able to roam without feeling the burn of the rays upon the scourge that dwelled under his skin. He felt hollow.

"Ardyn?" Y/N's voice called out. His eyes widened for a split second before turning his head.

"Hm?"

"The food you ordered, it's ready."

"I see." Ardyn replied. He focused his eyes again on the sunset. Ignoring Y/N's footsteps as they approached him.

"I heard you didn't go to work," Y/N began while they stood close to the bed and minded his space. "The staff we're wondering if you were alright."

An unamused chuckle left him. "I'm sure the staff were very much delighted my presence was missing. I'm aware of my less than stellar reputation."

Y/N made a face. "I'm not lying. People were wondering if you were sick."

"Why do you work for me?" Ardyn changed the subject. Not wanting to hear he happened to be today's gossip in court. His eyes closed in on Y/N, gaze narrowing.

"You took a chance on me when the others wouldn't," Y/N was taken back by his sudden question, but answered honestly. "It's been an honor serving you. Helping around where I can, making sure you stay on task. It beats scavenging for food out of garbage on the street. You may have given me work, but I chose to work with you."

Chose. Ardyn thought to himself.

"And why would you do something so ridiculous?" Ardyn countered. His eyes continued to study Y/N, watching carefully as they stepped closer to him.

"Because I can tell beneath your bullshit you're miserable," Y/N said sarcastically "Misery loves company."

Ardyn smirked at the comment. He shook his head and sighed. "I could have you hanged for talking to me in such a manner."

"Well, good luck finding anyone else to do your laundry and secretary work. Word of mouth at Zegnautus Keep is you've outworn your welcome with personal retainers."

There was a long pause before Y/N furrowed their brows and decided to get to the heart of the issue, sensing Ardyn wasn't himself.

"I know you don't exactly care for people, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"Why would I need your help?"

"You're trembling."

Ardyn was puzzled at first, then looked down at his hands that were resting atop his knees. Sure enough, his fingertips were quaking.

"So it would seem."

"Ardyn--"

"Y/N, join me."

"What?"

"Sit by my side."

"Ok..." Y/N furrowed their brows. The request was an odd one, but they complied. There was some hesitance before they took a seat upon the mattress. Their right leg was pressed to Ardyn's left. Y/N turned their head, watching while Ardyn stared forward and blinked a few times.

"Do you know what loss is?"

Y/N didn't answer right away. Their mind combed through the many experiences they had regarding the subject.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"How do you personally handle the nonsense that comes with it?"

"That's...not an easy thing to answer but," Y/N bit the inside of their lip while thinking it over. "I remind myself the feelings I have, are not permanent. I try to connect with others where I can, especially if I'm dealing with a passing. Not that it's my business, did someone close die today? Is that why you were absent?"

Ardyn glared, casting his gaze elsewhere. "You can say that."

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I don't need the pity."

Y/N refrained from saying anything else, deciding to let Ardyn to take the wheel of the conversation. Given what little they understood regarding his predicament, the last thing he needed was someone telling him what to do. Y/N couldn't recall there being anyone Ardyn was close with in Gralea. Then again he had his secrets. There was a reason he was a man of a million rumors amongst Niflheim citizens.

"Y/N," Ardyn sighed and put his left hand upon Y/N's right knee. He nearly withdrew, feeling them tense from the touch but remained upon seeing they weren't afraid. "Would it be too much trouble to ask for a distraction?"

"No, it wouldn't be a problem." Y/N shook their head. Their eyes briefly glanced at his hand. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a rather odd request but--" Gods, he was really going to do this. "Would it be alright if I embraced you?"

"You're asking me for a hug?" Y/N couldn't help but let out a small laugh. That was the last thing they ever expected a man such as himself to say.

"You're right, it's pathetic." Ardyn sighed.

"No, no it's not." Y/N grimaced, realizing how callous their tone must've come across. "I just--it was--unexpected, but I have no problem with that. Are you okay with this though?"

"Beg pardon?"

"I mean--you're the chancellor, and I'm kinda at the bottom of the food chain. Is this appropriate?"

Ardyn smiled a little, shaking his head. "It's only inappropriate if I deem it so. In public, it would be another matter entirely. Alas we don't have an audience therefore it's not an issue to begin with."

"Alright, well--" Y/N gestured out with their arms and shrugged before settling them. A small smile graced their mouth. "I'm ready when you are."

Ardyn rolled his eyes albeit in an amused manner. He let the awkward energy between himself and Y/N settle down before making his move. Slowly, and with consideration, Ardyn wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist. He pulled their body into his, leaning his head against theirs. A nervous swallow came and went. Realizing this was the first time in almost 2,000 years since he had hugged anyone. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, until a feeling of calm began to tide over. He was grounding again, little by little.

Y/N hesitated before wrapping their arms around Ardyn's body, pressing their cheek more into his chest. He seemed to be emboldened by that for they could feel his other hand atop of their head. His fingertips carding against their scalp. This went on for a while. Both remaining still in each other's presence.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked quietly.

"A million things," Ardyn admitted. "And how I used to hold her like this."

Y/N hummed in response. There was a lot they wanted to ask Ardyn regarding the person he had lost. From his cadence, it sounded like it had been years since he had spoken to her. An ex perhaps? It was difficult to be certain, but Y/N knew it wasn't their place to pry. Ardyn would tell them when he was ready, if he ever was.

"She was lucky to have someone powerful like you that cared," Y/N reassured. "And I'm sure she was lovely."

Powerful. Ardyn thought bitterly to himself. He didn't feel so strong recalling the glazed look Aera had while she died in his arms. Even with the scourge and his immortality, Ardyn felt weak like any other man. He was tired. Tired of playing a role in the Gods grand theater. It would be over soon. He had to have patience.

The thoughts drifted away the longer he held onto Y/N. They were alive. He was holding a living person right now, and not the corpse of his beloved. No harm had come to them. The creature comfort of the thought was enough to calm him considerably.

"Yes, she truly was." Ardyn replied softly, his chin resting atop of Y/N's head while his hand retreated from their scalp. The hand snaked around Y/N's body, meeting his other arm that had been embracing them.

"Are you alright with prolonging this?" He asked.

"I'm fine with it," Y/N smiled against him, chuckling for a moment. "At least you smell good. I'm not going to pass out anytime soon."

"Har-har," Ardyn muttered. He too smiled. Maybe. Maybe the last of his days before meeting fate didn't have to be so bad. Especially if he could enjoy something so miniscule like an embrace once more.

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#drabbles #ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader #reader x canon #ffxv #ffxv ardyn #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv ardyn #brief mention of aera #gender neutral reader #thanks hon!#yeah get some fluff in here #the poor man fucking needs it

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writermich18 · 3 months

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Final Fantasy XV Writing Prompt

Somnus gets kidnapped by a cult at the age of 18. The Cult of Bahamut, the Eclipse (yes I stole the name from Horizon Zero Dawn's cult, shut up. It's for ironic purposes). He spends years under their thumb, trying to escape and failing. They (try to) take his magic from him, take his being, use him and mark him for sacrifice as a puppet to Bahamut.

Ardyn, in the middle of his journey, doesn't learn of his brother's kidnapping until one year later. Because the people wanted him to focus on healing Scourge victims. By the time Ardyn their clan's army find Somnus, he has lost the will to live. Somnus Lucis Caelum, 23 years old, dies in his brother's arms after the cult attempts once again to steal his magic during the Caelum Clan Army's strike against them.

Ardyn, grieving and angered over what had been done to his brother, attacks the cult, destroying them and erasing them from history. He also destroys everything they'd taken from his brother. He makes certain the people never forget what they had done, what they took from him all in the name of his duty.

2,000 years later, Somnus gets reincarnated (writer decides with who. Restriction: It can't be a Reader or OC. You can only reincarnate him with a canon character. Secondly, it can't be the main character Noctis).

Request: You can have Somnus have kids early in this, if you want the canon royal members like Regis and Noctis to remain Somnus' descendant. You can even have those kids be the byproduct of the experimentation and rapes Somnus went through in the hands of the cult. Let Ardyn have something that will last through the ages from Somnus. And let Ardyn have his own non-canon descendants. Or you can have the Lucis Caelums be Ardyn's descendants with Aera from before the Scourge changed him. It's up to you.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #writing prompt #somnus lucis caelum #kidnapping tw #mentioned torture #character death #implied rape #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn izunia

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oathofpromises · 5 months

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Yet there can be no answer but this, can there? So let us wait for a time, you and I. In the cold and in the snow. In the dark…

#— ❛❛ // HISTORIES UNSPOKEN ¦ Final Fantasy XIV Spoilers・#— ❛❛ // REFLECTIONS IN THE CRYSTAL ¦ Stella Graphics・#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM ¦ Standing tall through the dark ・「 Musings」#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM ¦ VISAGE・#ooc: This quote and questline had me hooked for the longest time..I finished it a while back but wanted make gif set for it #Plus needed show off dark knight glam...I love my girl so much #posted this a little early so hope people muted the tag I mentioned..it is only class quest spoilers not story related #don’t repost #not free to use

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thornofthelily · 1 year

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Early Redacted is so WILD, can we talk about how in Caelum's second episode he was using paper mache to make a HELL HOUND?! Like we know d(a)emons aren't from hell, so what business does he have trying to make something like a HELL HOUND LMAO

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted caelum #i know this is early world building stuff #like how “empathy” was mentioned as a school of magic by Gavin and lasko #but this detail is so funny to me #little baby caelum making an actual demonic animal out of paper mache #adorable

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lem-argentum · 2 months

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WE ARE SO BACK

#lem text #I GET TO SEE!/!!!!!!!! MY FRIEND NOCT.IS LUCIS CAELUM/!!!!!!!!!!!!;!!;!:!!/!!:!!!!!!!#THEY HAVENT RUN THIS SINCE 2021 FOR CONTEXT. WH!!!!!!!#he’z gonna mention prom and i’m gonna break into tears. AWESOME!!!!!!!!! <3333

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inactiveblog2023 · 11 months

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My brother in Christ. Hey. I’m fully open to talk. I AM a Caelum shipper and I’m glad we’re getting support but we all agree what we do is bad. It dosen’t matter. You need to as well. I fully understand he’s basically a kid, but I don’t care. I *am* attracted to that and I ship it. That’s what you defend and advocate for, people like us. So just be aware, I don’t want you out here sounding dumb.

I think you'll find that not all people in the fandom agree, anon. There are many people, Caelum-shippers and not, that recognise that fiction is not the same as real life.

I'm sorry you've been made to feel ashamed of what you enjoy reading/writing in fanfiction. That's really sad. Shame should be reserved for where it's deserved; real actions and events that effect and harm real people.

(Mention of pedophilia below the cut)

Being attracted to an imaginary character isn't a crime, and being attracted to a character that's canonically underage, or perceived as being underage, is not pedophilic in the slightest.

Pedophilia is sexual attraction to real children. Not adults who act like children or have 'childlike' hobbies, or children that only exist in fiction.

People really, really need to learn this. Because they're throwing around words like 'pedophile' and 'child porn' so flippantly it's making me so mad.

'Pedophilia' is the sexual and/or romantic attraction to real children. 'Child porn' is any visual depiction of explicit conduct involving minors.

And unlike fictional stories with fictional characters, the above has very real and catastrophic consequences for the victims involved, and comparing their suffering and exploitation to the imagined scenarios in some random fanfic is honestly so disrespectful and disgustingly diminishing.

You gonna tell a survivor of abuse that a fictional character's suffering was as real and just as bad theirs? I bet you won't, because you know it's not comparable.

Ffs, what is wrong people? Stop being disrespectful to real survivors by comparing their horrific, damaging, and permanently life-altering experiences to made-up stuff in fanfiction.

Now, if you are attracted to real children then you should definitely seek professional help and under no circumstances act on those thoughts or feelings, because child abuse is wrong. I think we can all unanimously agree on that.

But in fiction it isn't abuse because - and I'm gonna say it again for the ten-billionth time - IT'S NOT REAL.

So don't come here and tell me I support and advocate for people like you if by 'you' you mean pedophiles, because I don't and that's a serious and disgusting accusation.

What I do support and advocate for is creative freedom and common damn sense, and the right people have to enjoy their fiction in peace without being bullied and harassed by people who are literally protesting against harm whilst imultaneously committing it.

#asks and answers #tw abuse mention #purity culture #fandom police #pro ship #redacted caelum #anti culture

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