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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years ago

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Final Fantasy: At Lucis End - Ch 2

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV, Final Fantasy

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Original Female Character(s)

AO3

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Summary:

A treaty. A light at the end of the tunnel that King Regis had been staring down for years. A proposal. A wedding that stands to save the lands. A betrayal. That could tear it all down. And a love. So strong yet so torn.

The war between Lucis and Niflheim could come to an end, but much will have to be sacrificed along the way. And in the end, would it even be enough? Would the loss of life, love, and family be enough to save the people of Lucis? Or will it all come crumbling down in the end?

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Chapter Two

The doors to the throne room opened and Regis shifted where he sat. He smiled at the familiar face walking towards him, who then stopped at the bottom of the steps to bow on one knee.

"Your Highness."

"Araceli! It's so good to see you!" He exclaimed, making a move for his cane to stand and join her below.

She saw this and quickly stood, bounding up the steps, "No need, your Highness, and Ara is fine."

"But a name so beautiful should be said in full. Araceli, altar of the sky," he said as he sat back down when she reached the top, "you know why Nyx gave you that name, do you not?"

"He told me it had to do with a comet?"

The king hummed and nodded. "The night he found you and took you in is a night he says he will never forget, a night that changed his life for the better. He says you brought light to his life, and befitting that saying was, for that very night he scooped you into his arms was the night the Lux Adamantium comet graced our skies with its presence."

"The light diamond comet," she nodded, "I remember seeing it that night."

"He named you Araceli, altar of the sky, because he believed that you were sent to him from the heavens above," Regis spoke as he raised a hand above his head, "a gift from the gods themselves, a child, a daughter."

She smiled, a genuine smile for what felt like the first time in a lifetime. “I'm glad it was Nyx that found me, and I have to admit, now that I know the full meaning behind it, it is a great name.”

“It is indeed,” he patted his hand over hers where it rested on the arm of his throne, “I remember when he brought you here. You were such a small thing, stuck to Nyx's neck like glue,” he chuckled, thinking back on the memory, “You wouldn't speak, wouldn’t let go of him, and quite frankly he didn't want you to. He fell in love with you from the moment your chubby little hands wrapped themselves around his neck.”

“Chubby?!” She mocked hurt.

“I stand by my statement,” they both laughed this time, “but it is true, he loves you very much. And that being said, I think he's a little worried about you, my dear.”

She just sighed and looked away.

“I was asking for you yesterday, I had a favor to ask of you.” She closed her eyes, she already knew what it was. “But he said he had not seen you in two days. Are you alright, my dear?”

She composed herself enough to turn back to the king, who was now staring at her with worried eyes of his own. She knew she shouldn't have disappeared like that, or ignored Nyx, because of course he would be worried about her. But still, she needed the time and the space, from everyone. “I assure you, I'm fine, your Highness. I just had to make a little side trip out of town, and you know Nyx worries far too much.”

“Well, as your father, he's right to. I worry about Noctis all the time.” Even just the mention of his name had her stomach in knots, but she managed to hold herself together as he continued. “Speaking of, I was hoping that you would accompany Noctis to Niflheim. He will be leaving tomorrow morning with Ignis, Prompto, and Gladiolus, but as his best friend I am sure he would want you to be with him for such a time.”

“I'd be honoured to accompany him,” she faked her best smile, hoping it would fool the king.

“Excellent, I will sleep much sounder knowing that you and Noctis will be together while you are beyond the walls.”

“Don't worry, your Highness, I'll make sure he stays safe and returns to Lucis. But I shall take my leave now and let you rest, Sire.”

She moved from his side and made her way down the steps. When she reached the bottom he called out to her again and she turned back to face him, “Yes, Sire?”

“I do wonder,” he began slowly, contemplating his words carefully, “what do you think of this arrangement?”

“Of the peace treaty?” She raised her brows in question.

“Of all of it,” he brought a hand to rub at his beard, “the treaty, the end of the war, the marriage. What are your thoughts?”

She shrugged and shook her head, “If it all brings peace to the kingdom then I think it wise, your Majesty. You are doing what you believe is right for the kingdom and the people.”

“Yes,” he nods, seemingly lost in thought, “but as a father, am I doing what is right by my son?”

She had to take a second to gather herself before answering. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many words held in, a thousand pounds of pressure pushing against her chest at the mere thought of all this. Not just the wedding but the whole situation in general, something felt wrong. But she couldn't, and she knew she couldn't. It wouldn't matter anyways. The king had no other choice, as did Noctis, as did she. An unfortunate domino effect of shitty circumstances. So instead, she steeled herself, held in her emotions and responded with a solemn, “I stand by my statement.”

The king eyed her with a playful look, knowing that as fierce and hardened a warrior she was, she would never go against him. In all their years together she was never one to sugar coat her thoughts or hold back because of status or rank. But when his decision was made, no matter her thoughts on the matter, she would stand by his side through whatever may come of it.

So he nodded to her, accepting that he would get no more from her then that, and shouted after her, “Be sure you speak to Nyx before you leave tomorrow. I know as a father how I would feel, so don't leave him worried, my dear.”

She just gave a quick bow before walking out the doors.

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“You ready to be a married man, Noct? Noct…? Noct!”

He snapped out of his daze where he had been staring at the road out of the citadel, completely zoned out, and turned to Prompto. “What?”

“I said, are you ready to be a married man?”

“Oh…” he sighed and looked down at his feet, “I don't really have a choice it would seem.”

“You mean your father?” Prompto leaned down attempting to catch Noct’s eye.

Noctis just kept staring at the ground. No, it wasn't just his father that wasn't giving him a choice.

“You guys ready?”

Noctis and Prompto turned, Ara coming up behind them and tossing her bag into the trunk of the Regalia.

Noctis just stared at her, unable to speak, so Prompto jumped forwards and answered, “Just waiting on the love birds.”

She just nodded and turned back towards the car. Usually of all people, Prompto could make anyone smile or laugh, but today she just wasn't in the mood.

Just as she turned back to the car, the two love birds in question came strolling over. They placed their bags in the back along with everyone elses and Ignis turned to them, “Alright, let's get in and get going. We have a long way to go.”

Everyone made their way to the car and she walked over to him, “Ignis.”

“Hello little one,” he placed a hand on her shoulder with a squeeze. No words needed to be said between them, she knew that he already knew how she felt, and more than likely knew the same about Noctis. “We still have some time. The drive will take quite a few days, perhaps we can figure something out.”

“No,” she shook her head, “we can't risk losing this peace treaty over myself and Noct. It just has to be done and I just have to deal with it, so does he.”

“Look, you know that I am loyal to the throne as well as to Regis,” he moved his hands from her shoulders to rest gently on her cheeks, “but I would rather see you two be happy.”

“And let the lands continue to fall to war?” She placed her hands over his on her cheeks, “I can't let that happen. Lucis and its people must come first.”

“There could be another way, to have it both ways,” he rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks and she leaned into his touch, “perhaps we can find a way to keep peace, end the war, and stop this wedding. So you and Noctis can be together, and be happy as you two so rightfully deserve.”

“I don't think we can, Igz,” she shook her head, “I don't think there is anything we can do.”

A single tear escaped her eye and he wiped it away. “I am still going to try, Gladiolus and I both.”

“No offence, Igz, but I'm not going to hold out much hope.” He just sighed, and she knew he was still resigned to do exactly what she didn't want him to do, but she also couldn't stop him. But she couldn't talk about this anymore, and changed the subject instead, “Hey, I know you wanna head out as soon as possible, but I was wondering if we could hold off for just a few minutes? I was kind of hoping…”

He nodded, “Well, at least you won't have to wait long for him,” she gave him a confused look and he nodded behind her, “take your time, little one, we’ll wait for you in the car.”

She turned behind her and saw just the man she was hoping to see running towards her, flailing his arms like a mad man. She stood there with a slightly amused look on her face when he finally reached her. “I could see you, you know, you didn't have to keep waving your arms, I clearly wasn't going anywhere.”

“Well you've been pretty flighty for the last few days,” he breathed, “didn't want to take my chances.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, “had a lot to think about.”

“And did you?”

She nodded, “Though it wasn’t so much thinking rather than just brooding.”

“Did you two talk? Does he… does he know?”

“He knows,” she kicked the ground as she answered, averting her eyes from Nyx.

“And?” He probed.

“And nothing, Nyx,” she looked back to him, “it doesn't matter that he feels the same, he's getting married now, king's orders. I have to let it go.”

“But maybe there's a way-”

“Not you too,” she whined, “I've already got Elmo and Big Bird over there, hell bent on finding a way to stop the marriage, I don't need you in on it as well. There is no way around this, there's no my feelings, or Noct’s feelings. It's just peace or war, and we have to choose peace.”

“I don't think it's that simple, and I don't think you do either.” She just gave him a look and he gave it right back. It was obvious where she inherited her sass from. “You're smarter than that, Ara, and I know that you're thinking the same thing as the rest of us. There is something wrong with this whole situation. Libs said it himself, years of war and threats of total domination, all down the drain so that Iedolas can give all of that up just to hand both crowns over to Noctis? It doesn't make any sense.”

“Of course I know that!” She raised her voice, though only loud enough for Nyx to hear, “But Regis already signed the treaty. All we can do is follow his orders and deliver Noctis to Niflheim to be married, and keep an eye on him after that. I know somethings up, but Regis is just doing what he thinks is best for the people, and it's really his only option at the moment, aside from continuing the war.”

“And you will, right,” he raised a brow at her, “stick close to Noctis when things go south.”

“If things go south,” she corrected, because there was still the possibility that this was all legit, “and of course I'll stick close to him.”

“And after?” He gave her a knowing look.

“Nyx-” She warned but he stopped her.

“Just…” he held his hands out for her and she took them both, stepping closer to him, “Don't give up hope yet. I haven't spoken to Regis much since this all went down, but I'll be meeting with him today to figure this all out. Maybe he's got more up his sleeve then we know. So just trust your old man, okay? I'm not giving up on this yet.”

“Like I told Ignis, I'm not holding out much hope,” she sighed, “and don't do anything that's gunna make things worse.”

“Do you doubt me?”

“Maybe not doubt,” she smirked, “more like worry. Sometimes you're a bit hotheaded.” He laughed with a nod, he knew she was right. “Speaking of worry… I'm glad you stopped by. I didn't mean to worry you over the last few days. But sometimes you do worry a little too much.”

“I worry about you all the time,” he squeezed her hands in his, “and I always will.”

She just shook her head with a small smile, “Well, you don't have to, you know. I'm one of Lucis fiercest warriors, and I'm always careful.”

“I know,” he agreed with her, “but a father always worries.”

She gave him a bigger smile and moved in a little closer.

“But I'm sure Ignis and Gladio want to get heading out, so I'll let you go, but just remember,” he leaned in a little closer to whisper, “be careful, this is not as simple as it seems to be, I know it. And don't worry, I am going to figure everything out, everything, I promise. But until then just act like everything is normal and going according to plan.”

“Sure,” she just gave in and agreed with him, “and I promise I'll be careful.”

“Good,” he leaned back and returned his voice to normal volume, “call me occasionally, alright, let me know where you are, and as soon as you're back you come find me. I want to know you're safe in the walls again.”

She exhaled slowly. She couldn't let him know she was planning on leaving after the wedding. Of course she would never leave Nyx completely behind, she would always make sure he was able to see her, but she wouldn't be within the walls, nor by his side everyday in the Glaive. He wouldn't like it but it would have to be done if this wedding did happen. She just wouldn't be able to stick around, but she also couldn't give him any hint of her plans, because he would shut that down in a heartbeat.

So instead she gave him her best playful smirk and said, “Don't worry, as soon as we're back inside the walls, I'll make it my first priority to find you. Damn the king and his mission reports.”

“You know, I could do without the sass.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah, you're lucky I do.” He pulled her in for a hug and held her tightly. “Alright, get going then, and be safe.”

“Yes, Dad,” she joked as she pulled back.

“You know, you've never called me that,” he pouted his lip in thought, “but it does have a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah, we’ll see if it sticks,” she laughed.

“And, Ara,” she perked up, “I know that we both said there is a major chance this treaty is a farce, but… but just enjoy this time you have with Noctis. Even if it is fake and you both return to Lucis, it might be the last you get together for a while.”

She just nodded, not really sure if she would be able to let herself enjoy what could possibly be her last days with Noctis before he was married and she left Lucis. And if they returned home to the continuation of the war, who knew what would happen then.

Nyx could see she was spiraling inside her head, so he lifted her chin with his fingers and said, “Hey, come back to me, don't overthink it in that typical Ara way, I know my daughter.” She just rolled her eyes. “Just do as I say. Now go,” he pulled her in for one last hug and a kiss before pulling back and saying, “and one last time… you be safe, Araceli Ulric.”

She grabbed hold of his shirt, right over his heart and gave him a light shake, “You too,” then she patted the spot she was holding, and turned to get in the car and Nyx stood in place to watch them leave.

When she walked over, Ignis was in the driver's seat and Gladio in the passenger seat beside him. Noctis was behind Gladio and Prompto was behind Ignis, leaving the middle seat open, and she just glared at Prompto.

He beamed up at her, like the goddamn ray of sunshine he always was, and patted the middle seat beside him. “I figured you would want to sit in the middle. You always want to sit beside Noct, and this way you can do that and we can play Dungeons and Daemons on my phone together.”

“Prom, move over,” she said, not looking to either him or Noctis.

“I…” he looked between her and Noctis who was just turned the other way, “You don't want to sit with Noct? But you always want to-”

“Move over, Prom!” He startled at her sudden and unusual rise in anger, and she instantly felt bad. “Please, Prom, just move over.”

He just nodded and shifted across to the middle, letting her hop into the car, and look in the opposite direction as Noctis. Leaving Prompto to sit between them, confused and a little afraid to move, as Ignis started the car and pulled out of the citadel.

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Regis had been spending more time than usual locked away in his throne room, alone, even going so far as to tell his Glaive and Kingscrown to leave him be. Noctis had left that morning to uphold their end of the treaty, but he couldn't help the pit that sat heavy in his stomach over the whole situation. And he also couldn't put his finger on his unease, on the hidden motive behind all of this. Peace would be a much needed relief, not just for him but for the entire kingdom, but his gut told him that even though he had signed the treaty and agreed to Iedolas’s terms, peace was further away then it ever had been.

The doors to the throne room opened and Regis looked up to find one of his most trusted men walking in.

“Nyx,” he nodded.

“Your Highness,” he stopped to bow quickly before heading up the steps to stand before Regis, “I think we have much to discuss.”

“That we do,” he nodded, “about this treaty.”

Nyx nodded, worrying his bottom lip between his thumb and finger, “What are you thinking?”

Regis regarded him for a moment, before shifting and crossing his legs, “I spoke to Araceli yesterday.”

“And what did she say?”

“You know Ara,” Regis drawled, “as loyal as they come to me and the people of this kingdom. Had I have gotten to speak to her of the matter before I signed the treaty, it may have been a different outcome. But since the decision had already been made, she would give me no more than her agreeance. She will always tell me her opinions, but she will never dispute my decisions. Though at times I wish she would, she is a smart girl.”

Nyx hummed, “And you, your Highness, what do you think?”

He sighed, “This is not the end of this war.”

“Then why?” He asked, pacing before his throne, “Why did you agree to the terms and send Noctis to marry the princess?”

“Because it's as far away from the chaos as he could possibly be.” Nyx stopped his pacing and nodded, realizing why the king had done what he had. “If my suspicions are confirmed, and this war is indeed not over, Noctis is safest the closer he is to Niflheim, where Iedolas will not be. Any more fighting will be done closer to Lucis, if not directly inside the walls of Insomnia.”

“And Araceli is with him,” he closed his eyes and sighed, a weight being visibly lifted from his shoulders.

“I wasn't only thinking of Noctis's safety when I sent her with him,” Regis smirked at Nyx.

“Thank you,” he nodded to him, then continued his pacing.

“If this is to be the end of Lucis, I would rather them be as far away as is possible.”

“I don't think it will come to that,” he shook his head, turning to Regis, “we're well protected even if Ideolas does plan another attack, and the Glaive are ready to defend at a moment's notice.”

“But if it does, Nyx,” Regis leaned forwards, a serious and steady look in his eyes as he spoke, “if this should be not only the end of the kingdom, but my end as well, I want you to leave Lucis.”

“No, Regis-”

He stepped forwards to put an end to this kind of talk, but Regis just continued, “If I die, I want you to leave Lucis. Leave this place behind and find our children, find my son. He is the light that will bring Lucis out of this darkness. Do you understand, Nyx?”

He took a moment before he answered, but knew there was no way he could go against his king's words. So instead he nodded and gave a slight bow as he answered, “Yes, Sire.”

“Good,” he sighed and leaned back in his throne, rubbing a hand down his tired face, “as long as Noctis is alive, there will always be hope for Lucis.”

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copper-wasp · 5 years ago

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Cor Leonis x Reader: Sun, Moon & Stars

More sweet, sweet, mature Cor lovin' for y'all :)

I kept editing this for some ungodly reason, and I'm still kind of meh about it, but here it is anyway....

Posted to AO3.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3697

“[Y/N], someone’s here to see you,” you heard Cor’s deep voice say as you pushed a pin into another location on the map of Insomnia for the Glaives to clear.

Turning, you expected to see a scout with information or your best hunter back with supplies; instead, an older, but still instantly recognizable Prince stood in front of you. Dropping the remaining pins in your hand, you vaguely heard them hit the floor as you blinked hard, making sure he was actually there.

“Noctis?” you asked with a shaky voice, hand blindly reaching in front of you to steady yourself on the edge of the table.

He smiled softly at you, “Hi, [Y/N].”

Looking over at the Marshal, he gave you a reassuring nod before turning to leave you with the now King. Quickly making your way around the table, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a crushing embrace. Ten years since you’d seen him. Even longer since he and his friends would help you with hunts that were a little above your pay grade at the time.

He hugged you back, gently stroking your hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the tears that were forming. You pulled away to get a good look at him, your hands still on his shoulders.

“Wow, kid, you grew up,” you commented with a watery voice, tugging gently on his beard.

“And you still look exactly the same, old lady,” he replied with a chuckle. You pursed your lips at his nickname for you (a ridiculous one as you were only seven years older than him).

“Ah, there’s that nickname I missed so much. I knew there was a reason I liked you,” you teased, trying to keep the mood light. If you started crying, there was no way you would be able to stop. Noctis gave you a sad smile, and you pulled him into another embrace. You couldn’t care less that you were hugging the King, he was still that twenty year old brat of a Prince whose bluntness eventually won you over. Or it could have been due to the fact that he saved you from being gored by a freakishly large spiracorn while you were out hunting together. Either way, he was your friend in addition to being your King.

Finally releasing him, you watched as his eyes trailed over your uniform. “So, you’re helping the Glaives now?” he asked, moving to brush some dust off of your shoulder.

“Mostly,” you replied, bending to pick up the pins you had dropped earlier. “The Marshal kind of took me under his wing after the sun left us. He doesn’t let me go out too often though, says I’m too valuable to lose,” you said, doing your best impression of the Immortal, rolling your eyes for extra effect.

That earned you another smile from Noctis, who agreed, saying that sounded like something Cor would say. You placed your left hand on the tabletop, leaning into it as you looked him over. Noctis’s gaze had traveled to the thin silver band on your ring finger and he looked back up at you in surprise.

“You’re married?” he asked incredulously.

You flushed, not meeting his eyes. “I, um, yes. I am.” You shifted your weight nervously, moving your hand to cover the ring with your right hand. “I may have married Cor,” you said with a grimace, flicking your eyes up to meet Noct’s.

He barked out a laugh, and you cocked your head, giving him an unimpressed look.

“You married the Marshal? You’re not serious?” He stifled his laugh when he saw the look on your face. “Oh, you are serious. You really married the Marshal?”

“Yes, Highness, I really married the Marshal,” you repeated, slowly, to make sure it stuck.

“And it was a sad day when we heard she was off the market,” Gladio said, strolling past the two of you, book in hand as usual.

“Thank you for that ego boost, Gladiolus.”

“Any time, beautiful,” he said with a wink, shrugging at Noctis’s disbelieving face as he made his way to the kitchen area.

“I thought the Marshal was only in love with his duty,” Noctis commented, swinging his head around to spot Cor speaking with Ignis a few yards away.

“Well that much is still true, but I am proud to say that I am a very close second,” you joked, grinning at him. Looking over at your husband, he caught your eye and you motioned for him to come join you. Excusing himself, he walked over to you both with his normal commanding gait.

“Something wrong?” he asked, looking between you and the King.

“His Highness here doesn’t believe we’re married,” you stated, grabbing his hand with yours. You showed the hand to Noctis, a matching silver band on Cor’s ring finger.

“It’s nearly seven years, isn’t it?” the Marshal asked you and you nodded.

“Had a hell of a time finding someone to perform the ceremony,” you commented, looking into your husband’s gorgeous eyes. There were a few more age lines around them compared to when you first met, but they still burned with an intensity that you fell in love with over and over again.

Cor reached up to place his hand gently on your cheek before leaning in to capture your lips with his. It was a chaste kiss, but every time your lips met, you still got a rush of heat throughout your body, like he was kissing you with fire, his mouth always able to warm you up, even if you were chilled to the bone.

“Okay, okay, I believe you. Keep your tongues in your mouths,” Noctis said playfully as you pulled away from Cor’s kiss. He pulled you close to him, placing one more gentle kiss on your temple, his silvery-brown beard scratching against your cheek.

“If my wife is finished with you, I do have something to discuss with you, Highness,” Cor said, looking between the two of you.

“Yes, dear, you can steal him away. I’ve got others to catch up with,” you replied, as Cor raised your hand to his mouth, gently kissing the back of it.

You sighed as you watched the two of them go, unable to stop a creeping sadness from filtering into your brain. Luckily, a blonde ball of happiness trotted over to you, ready to talk your ear off. If anyone could raise your spirits, it was Prompto.

~~~~~

Because no good deed goes unpunished, the King and his retinue were roped into various favors, leaving you little time with your old friends.

The Marshal decided to join them in destroying the remaining Imperial bases blighting the Crown City, and you spend the hours he’s gone on edge, anxiously waiting for his return. Though he is the most capable soldier you have ever known, the thought of losing your husband, when you had so little to begin with, was terrifying. Your relief when they returned entirely unscathed was palpable, and you refused to let Cor out of your sight for the rest of the day.

You were slogging through cataloguing a box of supplies later that evening, when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. Expecting to see a Glaive, you were pleasantly surprised to find Noctis instead.

“Highness,” you said in greeting, setting down your pen and paper. “Did you need something? Or did you just want to see my pretty face again?” you joked, motioning for him to sit at an empty chair across from you.

Noctis smiled at you, taking the proffered seat and immediately resting his head in his hands.

“Long day, huh?” you asked, looking at him solemnly.

“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, fixing you with a stare. You knew that look; it was the one he used to give you when there was a niggling question he wanted to ask, but was unsure of how to bring it up.

“Out with it, Noct.”

“Huh?”

You pursed your lips at him, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, leaning back in the chair. “Just ask whatever it is you want to ask; let me guess, how did the Marshal and I end up married? Or is it how I managed to survive all this time considering I used to practically have a death wish? Or maybe it’s-“

“Have you ever thought of having a family?” he interrupted, meeting your eyes again with a solemn gaze. Your mouth was still open mid-sentence, his question not being at all what you had expected.

“A family? Well, yeah, I guess I have,” you replied, hands fidgeting in your lap. “But a world without a sun is not exactly the best place to have one.... And Cor and I, well, we aren’t exactly of a prime parenting age anymore....” You trailed off, looking at your shoes, wondering where this was coming from.

“I was terrified to marry Luna,” Noctis began, “I knew what was expected of me, but I spent my entire life doing the exact opposite of just that, and it was hard to rationalize that I couldn’t be selfish this time, not when there was another person involved. I was finally coming around, even making plans in my head of what our lives would be when we were together, and it all ended in a second.”

You could hear the rawness in his voice, and you tried desperately to keep your composure. You scooted your chair over to him, placing your hand on top of his on his leg.

“Her sacrifice brought me here, so I could finish this,” he said, looking back up at you. “When I end the scourge, I hope you’ll consider having what I couldn’t.”

You furrowed your brows at him as he squeezed your hand in his. “There’s something you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?”

He refused to meet your eyes, just letting his thumb slide over your knuckles as you sat in silence. The creeping sadness was back, unease building in your chest and you swallowed hard, Noctis’s unsaid words coming to be realized in your head. You wanted to say something but you couldn’t, voice failing to work.

He closed his eyes for a long moment; a small smile formed on his lips when he opened them again. “I could demand that you have a baby, if you’d prefer?”

Wiping an errant tear from the corner of your eye, you playfully punched his shoulder before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Giving me orders now, huh?” you croaked, forcing your vocal cords to flex. “You should know that doesn’t work on me, King or not.”

He chuckled, grabbing both of your hands in his once again. Your thumb brushed over the ring he wore, and he tensed. You squeezed his hands reassuringly and he met your eyes, but it seemed like he was looking through you.

With a final, wistful look, he stood, straightening his clothes and taking his leave. You watched him until his still unruly head of coal-colored hair disappeared around a corner.

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There were some benefits to being married to Cor Leonis, one of them being that you and he had a small private room at the base, tucked into a corner away from the main area. A former storage room, it was tiny, but with enough space for a bed to fit the both of you and a trunk to hold your clothing.

Your brief conversation with Noctis was weighing on you. The thought of children, of a proper family, well, it seemed like a pipe dream; the Marshal and your fellow Glaives were the only family you had, but they were the family you chose, and you were happy with that. Now His Highness had pushed that earwig of a thought deep into your brain, and you couldn’t help but imagine a surly little boy with steel blue eyes and your narrow chin, or an adventurous girl who looked exactly like you with the exception of having her father’s nose. You saw them playing outside in the sun, freckles darkening on their shoulders and cheeks, their knees and palms covered in scrapes.

“Cor?” you asked, turning into your side to look at him. He was on his back, an arm thrown over his eyes. He quickly dropped it back down to his side and turned his head to look at you.

“Yes, darling?” he answered, arching his back to relieve some tension.

“I think our King ordered me to have a baby with you,” you said softly, eyes flicking up to meet his.

“Is that so?” he replied, not bothering to hide his amusement. You nodded, scooting over to rest your head on his bare chest. Your fingers moved to trace slow arabesques over his pectorals and abdomen, and you tilted your chin to kiss him softly on his jaw. He wrapped an arm around you, rubbing along your back soothingly.

“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it,” Cor said, and you made a little noise in disbelief, your eyes widening. You were about to reply, but he plowed right along, surprising you even more. “But I think that my time to be a father has passed.”

It was true that Cor was not the youngest man anymore, but his mind was still sharp, and his body looked the same as it did ten years ago, all lean, defined muscle that made you nearly drool. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe that this stunning man was your husband, that he had chosen you of all people, a brash and quite often reckless hunter. You dipped your hand down past his navel, feeling him tense as your fingertips skimmed over the waistband of his pants.

He sighed contentedly, pulling you closer to him, and you hooked one of your legs over his, rut hung up his pant leg to touch his skin.

“I understand why you’d say that, but now, entirely the fault of Noctis, I’m thinking that maybe it’s not too late.... I love you, Cor, and I think you would be a wonderful hard-ass of a father to our poor, unfortunate child,” you joked, nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled, tilting your chin up to give you a languid kiss on the lips, his hands moving to slide under the hem of your shirt. You made a satisfied noise against his lips, enjoying the warmth from his fingertips as they traced over you skin. He raised your shirt up past your shoulder blades, and you shifted to let him pull it over your head. Cor moved your body on top of his with little effort, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss.

“I love you too, [Y/N],” he mumbled against your lips once you broke apart. “You would most definitely be the fun parent.”

You smiled at him, cupping his face in your hands. Cor was weathered and worn, his skin marred with scar tissue, evidence of the long, hard life he’s lived. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, even so long ago when you were a naive twenty something killing beasts for sport, punishing your body purely for the thrill.

The first time you had kissed, terrified and exhausted after a daemon ambush on a supply run, he made you feel whole, like he was your own personal sun, full of warmth and light. He had quickly pulled away from you, mumbling a stuttering apology against your lips, but you grasped his shoulders and pressed your needy mouth to his, already desperately craving more of his kiss.

Speaking of kisses, Cor was currently working a line of them down your neck, sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin at the junction of your shoulder and soothing it over with his tongue. You felt his cock harden against your thigh, palms slipping beneath the fabric of your shorts to squeeze your rear.

You made a pleasured noise at the contact, grinding your body down on top of him, earning you a soft groan, music to your ears. You rolled off the Marshal to remove the last of his and your clothing, taking a long, greedy gaze at his naked form, his flushed length standing proudly before you, just begging to be ridden.

You moved to straddle him again, letting your ass rub delightfully against his cock, your slick spreading over his stomach. He reached up to massage at your breasts, teasing your nipples into pebbling, rolling and tugging them between his thumb and forefinger.

You looked down at him, a flush high on his cheeks, already breathing heavy through parted lips.

You smirked, rubbing your sex against him. “Are you gonna put a baby in me, Marshal? Gonna follow your King’s orders?” you asked as his hand trailed down your stomach to part your folds, finding your clit with a practiced ease. His thumb rubbing fierce circles against you, you moaned, trying to stifle it by pressing your closed fist against your mouth. Your room was by no means soundproof, and you didn’t want to confirm what the Glaives already speculated that you were doing at the moment.

“Why don’t you let me inside you and find out?” he rasped, trying to urge you to raise your hips.

“So impatient, my love,” you replied, followed with a lusty moan as he continued his assault on your pearl. “But I suppose I’ll be kind and give you what you want.” You leaned down to capture his lips, teasing his tongue with yours. Sitting back up, you grasped his length, smearing his precum over the head as you lined him up with your wet, welcoming entrance.

Twin moans of pleasure sounded in the room as you seated yourself on him, taking his entire length in one fell swoop. Cor let his eyes close, his hands moving to squeeze the supple flesh of your hips as you rested your palms on his chest.

You started to move, slowly rocking your hips on top of him, focusing on the slide of his cock against your walls as he filled you completely. He thrusted to match the movements of your hips, making you speed up whether you wanted to or not. You moaned out his name, squeezing your thighs around him, sounds of your coupling a gentle white noise.

“I will never get tired of this view,” Cor said with a grin, his eyes glued to where you were joined, flicking up occasionally to meet yours.

“Think you could... nngh... touch while you look?” you asked, panting, feeling your husband thrust up into you hard, continuing to match your rhythm with ease. He had seven plus years of practice, after all.

He licked his lips, trailing his hand torturously slowly back over to your bud, thumb barely even ghosting over the bundle of nerves. He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, irises practically swimming with joy as he teased you.

“Cor,” you whined, scratching down his chest. “You’re such a tease....”

He cocked his head, giving you a smirk. Touching where you were joined, he gathered some of your slick on his thumb, at last pressing it against your swollen bundle of nerves. Cor resumed his earlier ministrations and you stifled a powerful moan, spewing out curses under your breath instead, pleasure erupting at your center, the dual stimulation from his cock and thumb driving you closer and closer to your climax.

A hard thrust and a perfect circle to your clit and you came hard, clenching around him, biting your lip painfully to keep from making too much noise. You fell forward onto his chest, felling him press a gentle kiss to your forehead as your climax slowly ebbed away. He rolled you onto your side, hooking your leg over his hip as he continued to drive into you, his movements giving you little pleasurable aftershocks from your orgasm.

Cor pulled your body flush to his, kissing you desperately. He mumbled sweet words against your lips, his hands coming to rest on your lower back, angling your body so he could thrust even deeper into you. He was close, his breathing ragged and eyes closed, his brows furrowing with every other thrust.

“I love you,” you whispered, kissing down his jaw, feeling his hands press tighter against you as he climaxed. With uncoordinated thrusts, Cor emptied himself into you, the feeling of his seed filling you up absolutely sublime, considering it had been years since you ran out of condoms, and you always found yourself either wearing or swallowing his release.

Placing your hands on either side of his neck, you peppered his face with soft, sweet kisses, delighting in the feeling of his stubbly facial hair on your skin. He gently pulled out of your sensitive cunt, moving your tired leg off of his hip with a caress. He shifted to his back again, pulling you with him, strong arms holding you tightly in his grasp, as if you’d float away if he let go.

You smiled against his chest where your head was laying, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowly return to normal. You scratched at his scalp lazily with one hand, knowing he loved it, and he let out a long breath, tilting his head against your fingers.

Breathing deeply, you let your eyes close, sleepy and sated, squeezing your arm around Cor’s waist. “Goodnight, Cor,” you said softly, snuggling as close to him as you could.

“Sleep well, my love,” he replied with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

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It took a few practice sessions, but exactly ten months, twelve days, and four hours after the Chosen King of Lucis sacrificed himself to restore the sun, you welcomed a healthy boy into the new world. He was just as surly as you imagined, bright blue eyes, dark hair, an absolute spitting image of his father.

Your son had three very enthusiastic godfathers who argued over who got to hold him first.

It took less than a minute for you and Cor to decide what to call him.

You named him Noctis.

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Series: The Burning of Solheim Title: The Path Untrodden Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Chapters: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII Characters: Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Cor Leonis, Gladiolus Amicitia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ardyn Izunia | Ardyn Lucis Caelum, Ravus Nox Fleuret Tags: 10 years older!Prompto, Noctis puts his foot down, fishing is the answer, best friend!Prompto, Ardyn is Ardyn Summary: Solheim was the height of civilization long enough that their ruins were ruins over 2000 years ago, and still had the power to function in the time of the King of Light. They should’ve realized something was very wrong the minute Prompto remarked on the lights being on, and yet no one was home.

“We’re going fishing.”

Noctis wanted nothing more than to spend a few hours on a dock with tackle and rod in hand, and not think about the revelations from the past twenty-four hours when he finally got out of bed. Without so much of a by-your-leave he dragged a somewhat bemused Prompto out of the caravan and over to the Regalia to help him go through the armiger for his fishing supplies, and left the rest of his overbearing guard to stay inside and argue amongst themselves over whatever.

“What are you hoping to catch this time?” Prompto asked as Noctis pulled out several rods and reels, and there was one among the set Prompto had not yet seen which brought a smile to Noctis’ face even as he didn’t answer Prompto’s question because he didn’t know yet. He tilted the new rod and reel toward Prompto as an offer to inspect instead as he went through his other sets calmly.

The Mind Breaker had been a gift from his dad when Noctis first showed an interest in fishing, but it wasn’t entirely cut out for really catching anything of a decent size. Noctis carefully set the rod aside and perused his others while Prompto made some sort of appreciative noise about the Death Spin that he’d purchased up in the Vesperpool.

“Where’d you get this?” Prompto asked as Noctis who eyed the Hell Blaster that he’d bought on a whim. It was decent but he felt he could do better for the river he planned to take everyone to.

“Got it up in the Vesperpool,” Noctis said. He looked over the Butterfly Edge and Air Stagger next. Air Stagger he’d bought for himself before he left Insomnia, and it’d been a good companion since they started this trip out into the world at large. He left that rod out and contemplated the Butterfly Edge. It helped originally when they visited the Rachsia Bridge spot, which was were Noctis planned to take them now, but he felt like he’d long grown past it. Calmly Noctis sent the Butterfly Edge back into the armiger. “There’s a tackle shop up there with some nice rods and reels.”

Prompto hummed and set Death Spin down and picked up the reel next. Noctis smiled as he looked over the Nereid that he bought to work primarily with Death Spin but it fit neatly onto any of his other rods just as easily. Noctis himself looked over his reel selections carefully. He set the Menkar back, since that was another gift from his dad. The Acubens that he purchased with the Hell Blaster he placed back into the armiger.

“And this?” Prompto raised up the Nereid for inspection and Noctis hummed in response. “Same place?”

“Yup.”

Noctis wondered if he should take the Fomalhaut or the Galatea with him this time. The Fomalhaut had been his staple in fishing; he found the reel to be sturdy and smooth when he made a pull against the fish. Of course, there were drawbacks when he found larger, and larger prey to play with, but overall it was a good and stable reel. The Galatea Noctis hadn’t had much of a chance to use just yet; he’d bought this one to work specifically with Butterfly Edge, but he found it also worked rather well with Air Stagger too. It helped that it had a much stronger set of gears compared to the Fomalhaut, and it reeled a lot smoother than Noctis had anticipated the first few times he tried it.

There was also the Nereid to consider but Noctis felt like the Nereid was more suitable against unusual opponents and he didn’t plan to run into any unusual opponents. Not like the rumors of that Pink Jade Gar he’d heard hidden away up in the caverns. That was a fish Noctis looked forward to fighting with, but he hadn’t the right lure just yet—he’d find it somewhere. Eventually Noctis put away the Nereid and left out the Fomalhaut and Galatea to choose from when they reached the spot.

“Are you planning to fish with a rod in each hand?” Prompto asked as he eyed the two rods and reels Noctis set onto the hood of the Regalia.

Noctis laughed, “Don’t be silly, Prompto,” and pulled out the tackle box from the armiger. “Now help me choose the lures we’re going to use.”

Prompto came up and peered at the box from Noctis’ shoulder and asked, voice light, “Where are we going?”

“Over to the bridge up the road,” Noctis said. “You remember the place, right?”

Prompto hummed and fingered the Galatea and said, “You bought this one there, right?” and Noctis rewarded him with a wide, pleased smile that Prompto even remembered. This was why Prompto was his best friend, because the other guy listened to Noctis’ ramblings. He even paid close attention to the lures that Noctis carefully organized by type. It helped that Prompto didn’t push Noctis to do anything he wasn’t comfortable or ready for, either, and that he noticed when Noctis was down and then began to be extra silly just to get a laugh out of the dark-haired Prince.

Noctis felt he didn’t deserve Prompto, and he thanked the Six every day that the blond stayed in his life.

Prompto picked out the Popppeck: Chocobo which Noctis hummed as a decision; there were plenty of Dace to fish in the river so that was a fair choice. Noctis grabbed the Deadly Waters: Sahagin since there were Zipper Barramundi and Noctis wanted to beat his record of the last Zipper Barramundi he’d caught. The Bomber: Bomb was added to the pile of lures given the few types of Bass in the area that would be attracted to it, and Prompto picked out the last lure—the Hot Breather: Green Dragon which earned him another happy smile.

“You remembered!” Noctis said, even as he dismissed the tackle box.

“Duh,” Prompto laughed. “How could I forget?”

Noctis gathered up the four lures and handed them over to Prompto for safe keeping even as he settled the two rods and lures into the back of the Regalia. He glanced to the caravan to note that the rest of the party still weren’t there and then huffed. “Go get in,” Noctis told Prompto and briskly walked back to the caravan to get Gladio, Ignis, and even Cor to get their asses in gear. They couldn’t afford to really rent the caravan for much longer anyway—not with the need to purchase gas, too, which reminded Noctis that he and Ignis needed to go over the party finances again.

In the caravan some sort of argument seemed to have continued without Noctis present, and he sighed tiredly even as he stood as tall as he could—not something entirely easy when it pulled on his spine and along the mottled nest of scars at his back—and placed his hands on his hips as he looked everyone over with an arched eyebrow. He told them they were going fishing. This quiet disregard for his command would not stand.

“Well?” Noctis said dryly, and almost immediately he watched how Ignis began to put away the various cooking utensils back into the armiger without so much as an acknowledgement. Noctis expected nothing less from his Hand. Gladio’s slower movement to put the Genji Blade away made Noctis roll his eyes, because his Shield was never far enough away with the mark of his disapproval for Noctis’ decisions to put side duty for the enjoyment of fishing, but the man could at least keep quiet about all of that.

Cor stood firm, arms crossed over his chest as he stared Noctis down and refused to budge, which Noctis met with narrowed, almost glowing slate-colored eyes. He would not be refused in this, as much as he knew Cor wanted to stay behind and talk and talk and that would, ultimately, get them nowhere. When Cor looked about ready to open his mouth and argue his point Noctis spoke up instead.

“We can talk at the fishing dock,” Noctis said sharply. “I am in no mood to listen to more arguing, or complaints, or what anyone think is best inside this caravan. We need the gil, and I want to fish—so we are going to fish, we are going to enjoy the fresh air, and we will talk only when I have my rod in hand and a fish on the hook. Is that understood?”

For a moment Cor said nothing, then sighed and uncrossed his arms with a mumbled, “Understood, Your Majesty.”

Noctis nodded his head, turned around, and headed back out to the Regalia assured that Cor would listen this time if only because he put his metaphorical foot down. Once outside Noctis breathed out a sigh of relief and let the tension bleed from his shoulders. He slouched down and made his way over to the car and to Prompto and let the smile tug at his face again. He hated when he needed to be all firm and annoyed at people—it took too much work.

Ardyn sipped at his can of Ebony from the dockside seating on Maahgo’s, one leg crossed over one another as he watched people move back and forth and the Gondola’s drift across the water’s surface. It felt peaceful, one of the few moments of true peace Ardyn found himself in, in the past thirty years. He hummed softly, hat settled down on the table and scarf curled around it, dressed as down as he could get while the sun still shone in the sky. He perused the menu for a moment longer and then snapped it shut and slid it over toward the edge in wait.

“I do not understand this pointless exercise,” Ravus muttered disdainfully from across him, stiff as a board and lips pressed thin even as he carefully placed aside his own menu.

“Take in the sights, boy,” Ardyn said with a wave of his hand. “Breath the fresh scent of the sea in. Relax.” He rolled his golden eyes and gave Ravus a thin-lipped smile. “It is rare to have such moments of peace, no?”

For a moment Ravus said nothing and looked off to the side, and then reluctantly he admitted, “It is,” and very, very slowly relaxed his shoulders. Ardyn hummed in approval and turned his gaze back over the water. “You do realize this isn’t a restaurant, right? It’s a bar?”

Ardyn shrugged. “I asked the proprietor if he minded. He said that he did not.” Beside that it was obvious people treated the place as if it were a restaurant anyway so Ravus had no point to complain. Really, though, Ardyn didn’t understand why the boy insisted he follow him around since they arrived in Atissa. One would think Ravus would much prefer to speak with his sister in private and pretend they didn’t have their wonderfully illicit and secret conversations against the Empire.

“The Emperor won’t like this delay,” Ravus said instead, words just the slightest bit spiteful, and Ardyn sighed.

Ah, youth. He could barely remember a time when he’d been that full of spirit and vitriol of the injustices of life; perhaps thirty years ago when he’d woken in this godsforsaken world with only Verstael and the pain of what he’d become for company. Now—now he was an impatient man and Ardyn could admit that readily, but he was also so very tired and while these moments of peace were a distraction and nothing more he found them to be enjoyable little tidbits for the time being. Soon, after all, things would begin to progress a bit more quickly and should he not enjoy these little moments when he had the time? Ardyn sipped at his can and glanced over at Weskham as the man stepped up close to them with a small pad and pen in hand.

“And what will our esteemed guests from Niflheim have today?” Weskham asked with only the smallest bit of disdain in his tone that warmed the bitter cockles of Ardyn’s black heart.

“I’ll have your wonderful Fettini di Cernia again, my dear Weskham,” Ardyn said lightly and with a faint flourish of his wrist. Across from him Ravus closed his eyes and seemed to need to gather himself for a moment before he spoke.

“I’ll take the Wood-Smoked Fish,” Ravus eventually said, with the slightest bit of tightness to his voice, and with a nod Weskham grabbed the menu’s and stepped away to make the meals.

Ardyn eyed Ravus for a minute longer and waited for the moment where the boy just spit it out like he wanted to. While he didn’t want the peaceful moment to be wasted with Ravus’ breath, he did have appearances to keep up and he’d rather the boy be out with it sooner so that he could go back to enjoying the peace. A second later Ravus slouched down in the chair—so uncouth—and sighed explosively.

“I don’t understand why she refuses to just call upon the blasted fish without that pathetic Prince,” Ravus growled out and Ardyn rolled his eyes heavenward.

Oh, Astrals give him strength. There was plenty to take from the phrasing that made Ardyn want to wring the brat’s little neck, but he refrained and the Draconian should be mightily pleased with that. It wasn’t time to spread the darkness just yet, after all, oh no. He had to wait for darling Noct to be in the Crystal first, and of course the brat was taking his sweet, sweet time in getting there. Honestly Ardyn wondered if he’d need to drag the boy to the Crystal by the collar at this rate just to get this entire mess over with.

“It’s the principle of the matter, you see,” Ardyn said eventually. He was feeling magnanimous today, so he didn’t bother to tell the boy off for his bit of blasphemous talk right now, which he was certain Ravus appreciated. While Ardyn had no love for the Astrals themselves these days he’d once been a very pious man who listened to their every word when they deigned to give it, so talk such as naming Leviathan as ‘the blasted fish’ was just so faux pas that it left him with a bit of a sour taste in his mouth.

“How so?” Ravus demanded. “She knows it would be better if she just called on it and let the Empire kill it. Then the Covenant—”

Ardyn tsk’ed loudly and cut Ravus off from continuing. “The Price would still need to be paid, boy,” Ardyn said softly. “She would still suffer from the Waking; and in this manner she’d suffer without end in sight.” At Ravus’ suddenly paled look Ardyn tilted his head and stared at him with half-hooded eyes. “Oh, was that not what you expected? I’m so sorry to disappoint, my dear boy, but the Gods are rarely if ever forgiving for being woken from their slumber. You may succeed in killing Leviathan, but that won’t stop your dear sister from suffering the Price—and why without the Prince to share the burden…she might not survive it.”

“You—” Ravus choked on the word and Ardyn sighed.

“Did I not tell you?” Ardyn murmured. “Oops.” He gave Ravus a smile, not-quite-nice and with a bit of Scourge edged in before he perked up at the smell of food. “Oh, Weskham you are a treat. Thank you.”

Weskham set down both plates of food with a raised eyebrow, a nod, and then moved back to behind his bar. Ardyn happily dug into his meal with a sigh of pleasure, although he noted how Ravus looked a little green at the edges and refused to eat. He eyed the boy, then nudged at the plate with one hand in a subtle reprimand. Ravus hesitantly took his fork in hand.

“Do chin up, child,” Ardyn murmured. “So, we are on the Prince’s time, and he is taking his sweet time, but that merely has gifted you more time with darling Lady Lunafreya.”

Ravus took a bite of his food, but it only seemed to sicken him to Ardyn’s confusion. Perhaps he didn’t find his meal to his taste? Pity that, the last time Ardyn had the Wood-Smoked Fish and it’d been utterly divine. His own meal was cooked to perfection and he found himself enjoying it immensely. He cut into another bite, and rather quickly finished off the meal to watch Ravus forcefully swallow down his own.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Ardyn murmured, “if the boy takes any longer, I will go and hunt him down myself. All he needed was a little mythril after all.” Given the way in which Ravus choked the idea didn’t make the young man feel any better. Ardyn sighed and signaled for another can of Ebony to drink as he looked out over the beauty of Altissa once more. A pity that soon it’d be nothing but a ruin, but such was the way of the world and the Will of the Astrals.

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ff15trashgoldenslumbers · 6 years ago

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Good day! Love your blog really much, your Final Fantasy stuff makes me so happy! Can I ask you to make short story (Fem!Reader X Noctis) about soulmates who have shared dreams each night, can communicate, but can't see each other. Noctis hasn't told that he is a Prince. And one day they meet, understanding that they know each other. Sorry, if i distracted you. Thank you for your stories! 💖 (Sorry my English too)

Hi Sweetheart, please never apologize for your English! I actually sat and thought of this for a good while on how to do it justice and I know you asked for a short one, but my muse grabbed my hand and it ran! Full force! 9K words

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It had been happening for a long time now. Really long, since he was a kid. Prince Noctis was often times referenced by his friends as the Sleepy Time Prince as he would be out like a light in a matter of moments and could rest an almost any situation.

Many did not know that it was due to the fact that when the Prince slept and dream he was actually visiting a friend. A friend he never got to see, but he felt so close to them. He always assumed it was a girl, at least from the voice.

He had many dreams sitting being this person, who often chased away nightmares when they became too intense. When nights came where he’d dream and the soft comforting voice was not there to greet him it would often set the Prince in a foul mood in the waking world.

In all honesty, Noctis thought nothing of this voice in his dreams, after all, he had a little fox often texting him there. Plus the Lucian line had a habit of strange magic, really strange magic. He just figured that he was dreaming of someone that never truly existed but his mind made up to take the focus of all that his waking self-had to deal with. Or something other like that.

Still, why did he often long to hear that voice time and again?

“You haven’t been here lately.” He called trying to keep the loneliness from his voice, tonight’s dream had the Lucian heir in an arcade, your own game blocking you from his vision. He had never seen you, simply heard your voice as it grew alongside himself.

“Yes, been a little stress and when stressed I sleep too little.”

“Anything I can help with?” Noctis inquired, the character in his game looked an awful lot like Prompto.

“Not really, Father had the servants place a sleeping aid in my evening tea.”

Noctis did not like “Father” he was often the reason that you would disappear during the night and Noctis would have to find moments throughout the day to try and catch you.

“If you want,” Noctis begun, trying to find the right words. He wanted to peek around the arcade machine to see you, but that often led him nowhere. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”

He heard the soft giggle, it sounds beautiful.

“You’re so sweet, but even you can not assist me, I’m sorry.”

Always so proper, but Noctis heard the caring person underneath, “Maybe it will help get it off your mind.”

He waited, hearing the soft hums of someone trying to convince themselves before the beautiful voice return a little soft as if holding back tears, “I will be having my Coming of Season soon.”

“Coming of Season?” Noctis had heard it once from Lunafreya, something women did when they became of age but that it was super old fashion or something. Like a celebration of sorts, so why was that beautiful voice so sad about it. “Is it bad?”

A sigh, “My Father wishes to see me off to suitor, I’ll be traveling my first time away from home. I’m frightened of the outcome and what will happen of me. I don’t believe we’ll be hearing each other for a while unless I catch rest during the day.”

Noctis huffed, “I’m sorry.”

A sniffle, before a giggle, “It is not your fault. I am lucky to have you.”

Noctis smiled softly, “Yeah, me too.”

He did not wish for this dream to end on a bad note, should it be the last you shared for a while. So instead he distracted with stories and hope that awake or right before bed they would bring comfort and the voice would visit him again in this dream.

You didn’t want to press against the windows, it was unbecoming for a young lady of breeding. The fourth child to your throne, your father did not like for you to be far from his side. It wasn’t due to some type of affection, never that, you were the result of a man with no honor who betrayed his wife’s trust with a “Witch”, resulting in you being a weapon he could use should he need it.

“We are here King Deformis, Princess, oh Y/N.”

“Thank you.” You called, you didn’t have the title like your other family, simply because you were indeed of different blood than them. You stepped from your car, looking to the huge towering building before you, even before you got within city limits you had felt the magic rolling over you, it had a soft tone underneath all that power.

“You daft girl, do not just stand there, hurry along!”

“Yes, Father.” You called, rushing after the man. It was your first time out of your own castle back home, it would have been nice to be allowed to look around the outside world.

You moved up the large staircase, following five steppes behind your Father as you were trained, head down, hands before you.

“You are lucky that you are even getting this.” Your Father hissed, words echoed by “Mother”, your Step Mother, a woman who wouldn’t even look to you. “His Royal Highness King Regis has offered to take you in for the time being, until the end of the season, should you be lucky perhaps one of the elder men, the King’s shield or even a stable boy will take your hand.”

The words no longer stung, “Yes Father.” You replied, trained properly, but no amount of perfection was perfect for “Mother and Father”.

As you moved to the top of the stairs you were greeted by a man with sharp blue eyes, and two young men, that appeared of Galahd, if the braids within the hair meant anything. Still, you had never met anyone from there, only read about them in stories.

“King Deformis, I am Cor Leonis, this is Nyx Ulric and Libertus Ostium. We take it your travel was fine?” The elder man inquired.

Your Father, ever the opportunist to those that held power, was nearly throwing himself at the one name Immortal, he was known through all of Eos. “Yes of course.”

The men turned to you, their new charge, “Princess.”

Your Father turned harsh eyes to the men that called you as such and bowed to you, “She has not yet earned her title, nor are we certain she shall.”

You noticed the looks of confusion on the men, so you bowed, “It is a pleasure, thank you so very much for receiving me.”

You followed the men through the large hallways, in awe at the beautiful artwork and busts of those ancient kings that once ruled.

“The King will be receiving you shortly, do wait here,” Cor called opening the door to a receiving room.

You moved toward the window, in awe at the beautiful gardens and fountains within their courtyard. It was so different than at home, this place looked so free and inviting and warm. You gasped feeling a sharp prick in your arm, quickly followed by another as you tried to get away.

“Please stop.”

“Dumb girl, you should be happy that you are even allowed to be here. Most creatures born from harlots are lucky to even spread their legs for even the lowliest of soldiers.”

You shrieked again, feeling the dig of his fingers again in your skin. He was one to talk, this man was nothing, your Mother, your true Mother was the real blessing. You made to pull away but it would only result in getting struck if you were lucky.

“Heal those.”

You rose your hand, resting it upon the eight pinch marks that covered your skin. Now only pinch marks before company, when you were younger they were much worse.

You spared a glance back to the beautiful garden and window before hearing a knock as the maid came in with refreshments.

You hardly got through a cup of tea before a man with greying hair and sharp eyes appeared at the door. You recognized him as Lord Amicitia, the King’s shield. He walked you and Father to the throne room, where you followed head down, hands folded, five steps behind.

It wasn’t that Noctis didn’t care, it was just that he really, really didn’t care. A guest was to be staying at the Citadel and he just had to be there as it was commonplace. So Ignis stuffed him in this stupid suit, attempted to control his spikes, and set him on his way.

Blue eyes scanned the throne room, as he sat atop of his smaller throne beside his Father, from Spring until the end of Summer Noctis would be trapped here most nights with party after party, he really didn’t see the appeal of it. Yet that could have been the introvert in him.

He watched as Clarus entered, followed by a rather round man who looked to trying to hide the fact he was balding. Behind him a young woman, her head down hiding her face. Even when introduced her head held low, as she bowed to the correct height, every move was perfection.

“I am relieved to see you have had safe travels.” King Regis replied a wave of his hand.

The round man bowed deeply, “It is but an honor to stand before you, King Regis, Prince Noctis. An even greater honor that you would take Y/N in for the season, as we, unfortunately, can not host. My wife was so upset that she could not host Y/N of her Coming of Season or come along.”

“Do have a seat, Deformis,” Regis called, as his title rang supreme here, he didn’t have to give title to such a small man with a rule under less than 500. “Princess, please.”

Noctis watched as the young woman moved to sit in the chair provided for her, only to see the old man glare, so she moved to sit on the floor. Strange.

As the two elders spoke, Noctis glanced toward Ignis who was also in confusion at the Princess currently kneeling to the ground and refusing to look to anyone. Perhaps she was shy?

As the meeting dragged on, with more than enough brown-nosing from Deformis the meeting came to a close.

“Princess?”

The only reaction that you were awake was due to the slight head raise, and motion of hands.

“We formally welcome you to Insomnia, we do hope it is to your liking.” King Regis called.

You finally rose your head, a smile on your lips, “Thank you, Your High…”

Noctis’s eyes went wide as he saw the person before him for the first time.

King Regis honestly had no idea just how much this was a blessing, you would not have to deal with your horrid family for one entire summer. Maybe if you played your cards rights you could disappear into the night, never to see your family again. So you rosed your head, having dozed off in the meeting, a huge smile on your face, of enteral gratefulness.

“Thank you, Your High…” You stopped, moving to stand.

There beside the King was the one you had dream with time and time again. Prince Noctis was the one to visit you time and again. The voice that grew alongside you, you hadn’t heard him speak yet, but you knew!

“Child.”

You flinched at the hiss, it normally came with a swift hit of a scepter to your back, one of the hardest places for you to heal on yourself. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Regis nodded, before turning to the man with glasses, “Y/N this is Ignis Scientia, Ignis please, help Y/N become accustomed to the castle.”

You moved to stand, only to feel your Father under false kindness pull you to your feet and drag you close to him in a hug. Something he had never done.

“The only way you’ll catch anyone here is to lay on your back. Try with this one.”

You moved to pull away, only to flinch at the sharp nails in your back. You truly despised this man. “You’re making a spectacle.” You felt the man move to strike, but he would never do that before true royalty so he instead released you. “Goodbye, Father.”

“Princess.” The one name Ignis called, holding out his hand.

“Thank you.” You cooed to the man, taking his gloved hand. Such a sweet man to lead you away from this horrid creature you called father. You waited until the man moved you into the hallway, before becoming daring. “Excuse me, Mr. Scientia?”

“Yes, Princess.”

You smiled, “Please no need for that, Y/N is fine enough. Not truly royalty.”

The man only stuttered with a blink, before regaining composure, “Yes?”

“Would it be fine, if I had a word with Prince Noctis. I wish to thank him properly. I know the King is busy and wish not to disturb him.” You offered.

Ignis sat you in a different receiving room, as you waited nervously. What if you were wrong? What if Prince Noctis wasn’t the person you dreamed with, that friend you had in a world separate from this one. You were the daughter of a “Witch” it wouldn’t go without saying that you were kind of strange.

You glanced towards the door, hearing someone.

“She didn’t want to say goodbye to her, Dad?” The voice was unfamiliar.

“I believe it would be easier this way,” Ignis stated, he had no idea how right he was.

You stood, hearing a knock at the door, and then Ignis push open the door, followed by Prince Noctis walking in. Now that he was closer, you saw just how handsome he was, how beautiful his eyes sparkled blue. You watched as the door closed behind him, no doubt that Ignis was waiting there.

Noctis stood nervously has he heard Ignis shut the door behind him, shutting him in the room with yourself. He never cared too much for the attention of others, but you were beautiful, your hair framed your face perfectly, your smile was amazing.

But maybe he was just being hopeful, that voice in his dreams was just that. No matter how much your voice mimicked the one that spoke so sweetly to him in his dreams.

“Prince Noctis.” You bowed suddenly, holding out that beautiful dress that shape your body so perfectly. “Thank you for allowing me to visit your home.”

“No, that’s no problem, you can call me Noctis.”

You smiled, “Noctis, if I had known the one in my dreams was a not so far I would have come sooner.”

“Dreams, you mean?”

He watched that smile appear brighter, as you stepped towards him then another as you wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly.

“I had no idea that it would be this wonderful to finally meet you, in person. Outside our dreams, this is wonderful.” You cooed, only to suddenly remember that this was in fact the first time you met, as you released him stepping back. “I am happy to learn that it was not just, that you were not just that, a dream.”

Noctis smiled, as he reached out, this might have been the first time that you both met outside of dreams, but you were still one of his dearest friends. Besides, the hug felt nice, so he pulled you into another one.

“Me too.”

The two of you stayed within an embrace, only to split as you heard a knock and then the door open.

“Your Highness.”

As much as you hated the hug to end so suddenly you were drawn to those that entered the room. Having already met Ignis, you turned to the tall man, Lord Gladiolus Amicitia.

“Princess, we wanted to let you know that if you require our assistance we will not hesitate to be there,” Ignis replied with a slight bow.

“Oh, oh I do not wish to be a bother, and please Y/N.” You smiled.

“Gladiolus Amicitia, Your Highness.”

You giggled, “Lord Gladiolus Amicitia I have heard wonderful things about the King’s future shield.” You replied, before turning your eyes to the smaller man, then to Noctis, “Noctis, he looks a lot like your little friend in your game a few nights ago.”

This got the Prince a strange look. Had Noctis not told anyone about your shared dreams, was it a secret between the two of you?

“Prompto Argentum, Ma’am.” The blonde replied bowing.

“Oh, oh please Prompto there is no need. It is a pleasure to meet you.” You cooed, only to turn as you looked to Noctis who seemed to want your attention.

“If you’re hungry, Specs can fix you something.” Noctis offered scratching the back of his head, a cute little quirk he had.

You were indeed hungry, your Father and Mother had not allowed for you to have a breakfast and only allowed a single cucumber sandwich and tea when you arrived in the Citadel.

“You do not wish to appear fat before the King, you already disgrace us enough.”

You groaned softly at the awful memory, but still, you were rather hungry, “If it shall not be a bother.”

“Of course not Princess, pardon me, Y/N.” Ignis replied, “If you do not mind, following me.”

You moved to follow Ignis, only to find Noctis’s arm offered, “Thank you.”

You followed them through the grand hall ways to a room that looked to be a small home, a little kitchen area and furniture along with walls of books.

You cooed loudly your appreciation at the food before you, Ignis had stated time and time again that it was nothing special, simply a small dish he had thrown together. Yet to you each bite was a blessing, and so perfect, it was absolutely lovely and you felt heavy and wonderful.

“Ignis, this is wonderful, you truly have a gift.” You smiled at the man, finished with your plate. “I have never had anything so amazing.”

“With praise like that, I am honored,” Ignis replied, moving to take your plate. “Would you care for more?”

You blinked at this, you never got more at home, if anything you got less than your siblings and Mother enjoy mentioning time and time again how round you were becoming, unlike your siblings that were taking the shape of your Father. You were rather small and lean, should you stand next to anyone but Mother you would look like the human version of the number 10.

“Would that be okay?” You asked before you realized it.

Ignis blinked before nodding, “Yes, we have more than enough.”

“If it is fine.” You smiled back.

“So, Y/N is Insomnia different than your home?” Prompto asked, he was so sweet!

“Very, Insomnia is so large and beautiful. Such beautiful art, and architecture and the people are wonderful. I had seen glimpses in dreams but never would I think that even my dreams would be dull in comparison.” You smiled, you glance turning to Noctis with a smile, before turning back to the plate set before you.

This truly was much better than a dream.

Within week one, you had learned the schedules of those around the Citadel. You would often be found trailing around the halls looking to the beautiful work, attempting to stay out the way of those that were actually here to work.

It wasn’t by the end of the month that the entire castle had become so friendly toward you, a complete opposite of those back home that often shunned you.

Home, that place that hadn’t checked up on you once. Not even a letter, you might have well been dead to them at this point. You were fine with that.

“Good Morning, Princess Y/N.”

As much as you denied the title, some could not give it up, but it was always said in kindness never anger or hatred as at home. “Good Morning, Nyx, Crowe. Are you on your way to training?”

“Yes, Ma’am, would you care to watch again today.”

“If it is no troubles.” You smiled.

You followed them through the familiar halls at this point, smiling at the staff working through the halls, as they greeted you. Insomnia was such a dream compared to those back home.

During the day you were seen about the castle with a huge smile on and found friendliness in those around you. At night you were joined in your dreams with Noctis, the both of you were to your duties, so it wasn’t often you got to join together during the day but in the evenings the two of you were the only things that existed and now that the both of you had a body to go with that voice it made the dreams harder to separate from the rest of the world.

There was also that sweet night where Noctis had fallen asleep and not found you waiting for him. Only for him to wake himself up, get to his phone and message Ignis, who was still working, to bring you some warm milk to help you sleep.

“Another ball.” Noctis groaned, moving through the hallways, the others flanking after him. If there was something Noctis hated almost as much as vegetables it was the spring through summer balls, almost one every other week. All those people, all those women pressing against him, and trying to win favor.

Not a good way to spend his Friday night.

“It’s not that bad.” Gladiolus chuckled. “If you weren’t such a wallflower.”

“I don’t know, I still can’t waltz.” Prompto groaned as they rounded a corner.

Noctis huffed, at least there would be something different, you were lucky to miss the first couple of balls this year. You only had to suffer through a few of them before you returned home.

He wondered why that thought filled him with dread.

“Princess Y/N stated this is her first ball.” A maid gossiped around the corner stopping the four.

“Really? I figured that she would have all kinds of men begging for her hand.” Another replied. “Plus some ladies.”

“Josie, you are too much.” The first giggled in returned. “She is so sweet, I had noticed that she had a few marks on her back when helping her dress this evening.”

“Oh, is it from the binding?”

“A corset in this day and age? She has such a fine figure. I would kill for it.”

The four men listen as long as they could before the maids were gone from your dressing room. Only for Noctis to almost collided into you.

“Oh, oh goodness, Noctis, good evening.” You smiled, as he caught you from almost slamming into the walls when you pinwheeled backward, your eyes turning to the others. “Hello everyone.”

Noctis hardly heard you, what you were wearing was beautiful. Granted everything you wore was beautiful once it touched your body, but this! you were so perfect.

“Are you ready for the party, Y/N?” Prompto smiled.

You flushed softly, “I have never been to a ball, I hate to think I’ll be a horrible dancer.”

Gladiolus clapped a hand to Noctis’s back, “No prob, Noct will help you out.”

All evening Noctis found himself watching you, turning down suitor left and right. There were even a handful of times that he’d find staff or even a Glavie move into the path of someone that didn’t seem to have your best interests. It appeared that you had the entire Citadel on your side.

“She’s well protected.” Regis chuckled on his throne beside Noctis. “Everyone seems to enjoy Y/N’s company, yet she had not taken a single dance all evening.”

“Perhaps she is waiting for the right partner,” Clarus replied.

Noctis groaned, these old men were not stubble, so he moved to join the dance floor below.

You were so nervous and it felt almost impossible to breathe, never had you been more grateful for those around you. You watched twice Ignis led a young man away from you, a few of the servers move within the path of those leering at you uncomfortably. Gladiolus even stepped before Viscount who had been circling like a hawk. A few of the Glavies even had taken station as to act bodyguards, and wonderful Prompto was sweet enough to get you snacks and drinks.

“We can escort you elsewhere should you like.” Nyx offered.

“Oh, please do not fret for my sake. I am the King’s guest, and it is better to get over one’s nerves at the start then draw it out.” You smiled, touch by their kindness.

“Y/N.”

You turned hearing that voice that always brought a smile to your face, “Prince Noctis.”

“Would you care to dance?”

You flushed, “I have never danced, I don’t wish to make you look foolish.”

Noctis shrugged, “Never been good at it myself.”

You felt a soft nudge, only to turn and see Gladiolus with a smile, as you placed your hands in Noctis, allowing him to take you to the dance floor.

You tried to ignore the stares around you, as he wrapped his arms around you, taking your hand within his own, as he begun to move you around the floor. You gasped as you stepped on his foot, hearing him grunt in pain.

“I am so sorry.” You whispered, moving to step away, only to feel his grip tighten.

“It’s cool.” He replied, moving you about the floor. “I can’t even think how hard it is in a dress. I can at least see my feet.”

You smiled, Noctis was so sweet to do this.

Still, as you were moved about the room in Noctis’s embrace, you felt your chest tighten. Things were starting to spin more and you felt flushed, extremely so.

“Are you all right?” Noctis asked, taking your arm within his own, as he moved you off the floor, moving toward the balcony to get you some fresh air. “Y/N are you okay?”

You nodded weakly, “I think I became too excited, please pay me no mind.” You smiled as he moved you towards the balcony empty of party goers, setting you down on a bench. “I’m being dramatic, please do not mind me.”

Noctis gave you a look, before providing you his jacket around your shoulders, moving to the door as he asked for Ignis to get you something to drink. Before moving back over to you, you saw his lips moving but all you felt was the rush of blood to your head, and then your vision swirled. You felt a darkness creep into the sides of your vision and a flash of blue.

“Specs, is gonna get you something to drink, hopefully, the fresh air, Y/N?” Noctis called all the color had fallen from your face. You then begun to fall backward off the bench, Noctis grabbed his cufflink, ripping the fabric of his suit before tossing it towards you warping after it to catch you before your head hit the ground.

“Y/N, Y/N!”

“Noct I,” Ignis stopped looking to the Prince holding your unconscious body. “Gladio!”

Noctis looked up as Ignis begun to remove his jacket, laying it down, on the bench, helping him move you to the bench. Gladiolus moved out next with Prompto, the balcony blocked by a few Glaives, no need for a scandal.

“She’s not breathing,” Ignis stated, his hand resting to your chest. “I beg pardon, Y/N.”

The man sat you up, as he unzipped the back of your dress, only to find a harder fabric.

“Gladio.”

The tall man moved over, as he grabbed the fabric giving it one hard pull before it ripped like paper in his hand. You took a deep breath yet remained out.

“A corset.” Ignis scoffed. “We will need to get Y/N someplace she’ll be able to rest.”

When you awoke you found yourself no longer at the ball, yet instead with a sitting room. Had you fainted, you hadn’t done that since you started corset training. You glanced down finding yourself in a looser dress and blanketed, only to find Noctis sitting beside you, eyes closed more than likely trying to reach you via a dream.

“Noctis.”

Those blue comforting eyes snapped open, before the man was all but trying to climb on the fainting couch with you. Settling for moving to sit beside you.

“Are you all right?” He asked.

You smiled weakly with a nod, “I’m sorry to worry you.”

There seemed to be something else that he was wondering, yet when he opened his mouth the door opened, in coming the others.

“Y/N,” Prompto called, sitting in the chair that Noctis had been in until the Prince joined you on the couch. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m sorry to worry everyone, it simply a fainting spell.” You replied you had put on a little weight while being here, but the food was so yummy.

“It is wonderful to see you are feeling better.” Ignis stated, “We do not wish to overtax you, as you seemed to have been injured in the fall.”

“Injured?”

“Yes we noticed a few marks upon your lower back, we weren’t certain if it was due to your garments or perhaps the fall.”

You flinched, having hoped that those marks would have faded, you did not wish for any of the maids to see your injuries from home, so you often dressed yourself. “Oh, that is simply the memories of a reckless child. I wish to thank you all for coming to my rescue.”

Noctis didn’t like it, he knew for a fact he had caught you before your body even touched the ground. Besides the nurse that had dressed you had stated that wounds couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old.

“Y/N.” He called reaching out to touch your hand, “I don’t…”

As his hand connected with your own, he saw it flashes, of a younger you cowering at the mercy of your family. Time and again you were struck, in places no one could see or that you were able to heal. He saw them when he caught you, but now they were more aggresive.

“You can heal?” Noctis inquired, only for you to blink in confusion at with those large eyes.

“Yes, but how did you…”

“You’re a healer?” Prompto asked, as you nodded softly. “That’s so cool, are you like the Oracle?”

“Oh no, Oracle Lunafreya and I have two separate powers, she is a healer of illness mind and soul, while I am more for the body.” You explained, moving your hand from Noctis’s.

His hand suddenly felt so empty.

“I did not mean to trouble or worry you all.” You stated, your eyes glancing to Noctis than away.

Noctis glanced toward Ignis, finding the man opening his mouth to say something but seemed to have changed his mind.

“You are fine and that is thanks enough. Would you prefer tea?”

You smiled softly, “If it will not be too much of a bother.”

Noctis noticed the way you reacted to his questions of your healing, you did not seem to mind that so much as the marks upon your back. He also wonder of those flashes, memories from your past?

“Fireworks?” You inquired, “What are those?”

Prompto perked at this, “You never seen fireworks?” At the shake of your head the blonde seemed to get even more excited. “They’re these awesome flashes that light up the sky, they amazing!”

Gladiolus chuckled as Prompto shoved his phone in your face, “The Festival of the Sixth is coming up soon, we should take her.”

Ignis smiled, “Capital idea, its been quite some time since we’ve gone.”

“I don’t wish to impose or cause any troubles.” You offered, only to feel Noctis hand on your own.

“It’ll be fun.”

You thought back to the conversation that lead you outside holding tightly to Noctis’s hand, this was your first time not being surrounded by the walls of a building. Just two months ago you had your first car ride when your Father dropped you off, and now you were holding tightly to Noctis’s hand as you were driven to someplace new.

When you had told the others that you had never been allowed outside your palace walls, and the news traveled to King Regis himself, it seems the entire Citadel was doing everything they could to allow you to feel the sun and rain and anything in between.

When news broke that you’d be taking your first trip outside the palace walls, you were given a new wardrobe, at the King’s expense as your family still had not checked in on you. There was also apparently a waiting list of those that wish to escort you, it appeared that to stop infighting Cor was to act cheaprone of the night.

“There is a little trek, will you be fine, Y/N?” Ignis inquired, noting your shoes.

You did not have any heels shorter than a pump, but you did not wish to interpret the fun. “I’m certain I’ll be fine.”

“Why not get some Chocobos?” Prompto offered.

You gasped, hand clutched to your chest, “They have Chocobos here?”

Gladiolus chuckled, “You’ve never seen a Chocobo?”

You shook your head, “Never a tamed one, a few would wander through the courtyard but the gardeners would always chase them away.”

You felt Noctis place his hand within your own, a feeling that you had come to enjoy a lot, “Then lets get some.”

You cooed, at the large birds nuzzling and cuddling against you, unaware of the huge smile on your face, or the giggles that escaped you as you had made new friends. Nor the pictures the Prompto had take, that he would show you later.

“We do not wish to be late,” Cor replied.

There were only five Chocobos in your party, and you smiled finding that yourself and Noctis had to share one. The feeling of his hands on your hips as he lifted you up to ride side saddle, before climbing on behind you, arms wrapped around you as you shifted to lean into his chest, as the bird trotted off.

By dusk your group had managed to get to a vista point, still within the safety of the Kingdom’s shielding, but far enough away that it appeared to be a painting among a purple and orange background.

“I have had so much fun here.” You found yourself saying before you realized it. “I kind of hope that it will be a dream that I never have to wake up from.”

Noctis chuckled behind you, “You don’t have to go, I’m sure my Dad and the others like having you around.”

You giggled finding yourself feeling forward, as you looked up to the man keeping you perfectly perched on the bird, still so handsome and welcoming, “And what of you?”

The wait of time that it took for Noctis to answer you made you almost worried that you had frightened him.

“Noctis you don’t have to…”

“I love it.”

You blinked, he loved having you around? Is that what he meant for real. He loved being with you? Did he really mean that?

“I lo…”

BOOM!

You squeaked, your hands clutching tightly to the man before you, your eyes sealed shut. A safety in this world.

“I’ve got you.”

Noctis felt you jump and wrap your arms tightly around him, burying your face within his chest as you squeaked as you almost threw you both off the bird. It was adorable, you were adorable. A hand released the reins before resting on the back of your head, stroking your hair.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” He whispered as he felt you shake. “Come on, open your eyes, or you’ll miss the fireworks.”

He watched as your eyes slowly open, before starting widely in the night sky as color after color lite up the sky. You were so perfect.

Noctis held you as you all watched the fireworks, he held you as the Chocobo’s made the long walk back to the roost. He held as you fell asleep against him in the car. It would be a long while back to the Citadel, he figured that he’d be able to rest alongside you.

“Oh please don’t worry too much about it.” You called to the maid assisting you in your attire for this evening’s ball.

“But Ma’am, this would absolutely compliment Prince Noctis attire.” The maid replied.

You giggled, “If you believe that it will do me good. I trust your judgment better than my own.” You smiled, allowing the maid to put your headpiece in.

“Absolutely everything looks stunning on you.” The maid cooed, as another helped you into your shoes, as you were unable to see your feet from the long floor length mermaid gown.

“You flatter me too much.”

You could enjoy being around the maids, well anyone in the Citadel, all day. For a city named after such a tired condition, it was so lively and welcoming, much like a dream. At this point, you had gone to 3 more parties, and with the assistance of Ignis, you had learned a few more steps to the waltz, along with a few more partnering dances. Granted your only dance partner of the evening was Noctis, other might have tried but the Glavie often saw to you being reserved for Noctis. Which you found yourself extremely happy for, considering Noctis was the only one that moved you about the floor so beautifully.

As you moved into the ballroom with your name announced, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. There was so much affection in the room! You still found yourself often being a bit of a wallflower until Noctis came to your rescue for a dance, but you were fine with that.

As the party moved on, you found Noctis moving you to the dance floor only to stop as you heard the horrid introduction of King Deformis and his Queen Turpis.

Why were they here! They hadn’t thought to check up on you in nearly 3 months, why would they show up all of the sudden? You clung to Noctis, worried that if you let him go your legs would give out from underneath you and you’d collapse to the ground. Only this time you did not have a corset to blame on your condition.

The entire room grew silent as your parents approached yourself and Noctis in the middle of the dance floor.

“Why?”

Noctis heard the small mutter of fear, before turning his eyes to your parents. He could not forget that flash of violence he saw where they had tormented and hurt you. He moved you slightly behind himself when he noticed Turpis give you a once over.

“My Gods Child you have gotten so huge!” The woman sneered, all height and bones, as if her skin was hanging onto her frame, while she desperately try for an attire she was too old for quite the opposite from her husband. “You are to introduce us at once child!”

“Oh, Prince Noctis,” You whispered stepping around the man, closer to your parents as you motioned toward them. “My Father and Mother, King Deformis, and Queen Turpis.”

Noctis noticed the desperate look in your eyes as if you were about to cry. He wanted to gather you into his arms and make certain that look never crossed your face again. He noticed that most of the Glavie had moved forward to the surrounding circle on the dance floor, almost like a schoolyard brawl waiting to see the action.

Turpis gave the Prince a once over before turning her eyes back to you, “This is your coming of season child, have you forgotten why you’re here?”

You flinched at a memory of a strike as you lowered your head, “Yes, Mother, please may we do this elsewhere in private?”

Turpis growled as she stepped towards you, “You are even lucky that you are welcomed here, and we are given word that you would even like to stay here. What foolish spell have you cast on these men to think you are worthy?”

“Mother, I thought that you wished for me to marry.”

“No one would wish to marry something like you!”

Noctis watched you flinch again, your arms moving to shield your face before quickly thinking better, a motion you shouldn’t have to do. Even now you were shown more politeness than this woman deserved. When it clicked, your parents had sent you only to believe that you would fail.

“Enough,” Noctis growled, his fingers twitching to summon a sword.

“Noctis.” You whispered softly above a cry lifting your head, that sound made his heart hurt.

“Noctis?” Deformis sputtered taking your arm as you cried out feeling it bruise, the entire Glavie took a step forward awaiting the order to strike the enemy, “You believe to be on friendly terms with the Prince, child you are more deranged than we previously thought. How many did you have to lay with in order to get this far, or does the Prince have room for a harlot?”

“Father please don’t speak ill of Noctis and the others.”

Noctis growled deeper, even now you were trying to defend them rather than yourself. He wished to grab a hold of you and pull you back to his side, but you weren’t an item to him. He would not hurt you more than they already have had. Only to hiss as Turpis grabbed your other arm, then placing a hand to the back of your head, shoving you forward as your knees slammed to the ground. How many times did they do this, that you didn’t attempt to fight it. You hardly let out a cry.

“Stop it!” Noctis barked, a sword in his hand. He saw flashes of light around him, watching at the rest of the Glavie summoned their weapons, even a few of the staff had brandish knives and platters, ready to attack.

Turpis had the nerve to look to the Prince and give a smile full of lies, “Prince Noctis, we apologize for putting this child on you. She will not make a good wife for yourself, let alone a servant.”

Derformis gave a chuckle, his hand to your shoulder, keeping you in a bowing position, “She shall not trouble your doorstep further. She will reap what she sows. To believe she could attempt to wed one as yourself. Like her horrid mother casting a spell on all those here.”

Noctis moved forward only to stop as he heard you crying.

“We are not engaged, please the only thing Prince Noctis has given me is friendship.” You sobbed to the ground.

Turpis hissed as she leaned forward, her pose duplicating her husbands a hand to your shoulder, using her weight to hold you down to your knees, shoving you forward still so that your forehead touched the ground. “That’s very well then he is safe from your corruption. It is a fine thing that we came to warn him of your ill intent. Did he have his way with you?” She growled as you sobbed loudly. “It would only make sense, the daughter of a whore is a whore in herself.”

“Noctis…” You cried, your face still to the floor. “I am so sorry.”

“She admits it, you dirty little harlot.” Turpis cackled. “No one shall ever have to deal with you again.”

Noctis stepped forward, was this these creatures plan all along, to humiliate you before everyone. He could not attack with his sword as he please but that didn’t mean he couldn’t intimidate them, “Unhand her now!”

He heard you let out a gut-wrenching sob as you softly whispered his name, repeating how sorry you were but htis wasn’t your fault, “You claim to be the parents of the woman I love,”

Turpis scoffed, “I claim no such thing, of this harlot.”

“Silence!” Noctis barked turning his sword to strike as the woman hushed immediately. “All of the things you think I do not know of Y/N, I know. This petty act you put before us now does not change what I feel for her.”

Deformis turned harsh eyes to you, “What spell do you have them under? Tell me!” The round King rose his cane, to strike, only to feel his wrist grasped rather tightly. Only to find Gladiolus holding tightly to his arm, bending it in such a way that the cane clattered to the floor.

Turpis hissed to the younger shield, “You release my husb…” Only to stop short at the dagger pointed at her.

“You have been shrieking long enough Harpy.” Ignis growled, “Now both of you release, Y/N.”

At the same time, the two released you as you stumbled forward, looking to the gloved hand before you, as Ignis, a dagger still to Turpis assisted you in standing. Both he and Gladiolus moving to protect your back from your parents, no these creature’s gaze, as the guard slowly moved in, only awaiting the order to defend.

Noctis placed his sword to his side, as he held out his arm. Watching as you moved quickly over to his embrace, he held you close as he leaned forward only for you to hear. “Are you all right?” A soft nod against his collarbone, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning pointing his sword back to your parents still at the mercy of Gladiolus and Ignis and a rather pissed Citadel waiting to pounce.

“Prince Noctis, you do not understand, that child, that creature is of dark magic,” Deformis stated, his arm still within Gladiolus’s strong grip. “She is better off dead, like her witch of a Mother. She kept it all out of sight, how else do you explain your feelings for this monster.”

The entire room growled at this, having dealt with magic all day they would know if they were under a spell. If the spell you casted was of kindess they gladly welcomed it.

Turpis nodded, “She is still of our Kingdom should you take her it will be an act of war.”

Noctis turned harsh eyes to them, “Y/N is a part of Insomnia now. You will leave here and never return. You will not speak to or about her. You will have no communications to her ever again. What ruin you think you have brought upon her, look around, the only ones ruin are yourself.” Noctis motioned to those that were waiting for the word to come to your defense. “The only reason you are not cast out is due to Y/N’s grace. You are absolutely nothing, she has no long ties to you as I will give her my name and the respect she deserves. Now leave.”

Deformis quickly attempted to backtrack, “Your Highness, you don’t understand she is the daughter of Deamon, a witch. She must pay for her crimes with her life. She is nothing!”

Noctis huffed, pulling you even closer still as he felt you trembling. Only to turn as Regis finally joined the floor.

“I believe my son and daughter have spoken, Y/N is protected by my power.” Regis scoffed to those below him. “She has the name Lucis Caelum, should you attack her, you attack myself, and should I recall correctly, you have requested our assistance for the last 100 years. You are to leave immediately. Guards!”

Noctis watched as members of the Glavie seemed to descend, rather happy that they would be able to give these creatures what they deserved, Moving before the three of you, protecting their Princess. As it should be.

Noctis turned to you still hiding within his collarbone, “I’ll have Prompto take you to the sitting room. I’ll be there soon.”

You didn’t mean to hold so tightly to Prompto, but right now you needed a friend. Besides when you lessened your grip, the blonde instead tighten his grip. You kept telling him you were fine, but the tears didn’t stop. He held your hand an arm around your shoulders, as he moved you to a separate holding room, so your parents wouldn’t see you on the way out.

The kindness that everyone came to your defense. You truly loved this place.

“You hungry?” Prompto asked using his tie to dry your face, no matter how much you tried to let him know the back of your hand was fine enough. “Or thirsty, when I cry, I get super thirsty.”

You tried to smile as you blubbered out, “You *hiccup* cry?”

“All the time.” Prompto beamed, “Sometimes all you can do is cry, and then smile because you got through it.”

“Prompto.” You whined before a new wave of tears started.

“You know what else helps tears, cake! And they have this awesome layered cake, I’ll see if someone can bring us a piece or the whole cake.” Prompto beamed, handing you his tie, before moving over to the door.

You held the tie tightly in hand, you’d be certain to give it back to him clean and proper. “Thank you.”

Prompto smiled over his shoulder, “Anything for one of my best friends, and my best friends wife.” He called before asking someone to get you something to drink and a few pieces of cake, before coming to join you back on the couch. “You know, Noct always told me about these dreams that he was having, he would say that ‘The person on the other side of his dreams always made him feel better.’ I asked him if he believed in soulmates. Wanna know what he said?”

You blinked large eyes, “What?”

“Well, first he took a nap for two hours,” Prompto stated as you giggled loudly. “But when he woke up, he said ‘Not really.’ but that day you showed up here, he stated that he knew you were the one. The one who visited him in his dreams and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.”

“Prompto.” You whispered feeling your face heat up.

Prompto chuckled, “Noct doesn’t get sappy a lot but with you, it’s awesome. I’m glad to have met you Y/N.”

You reached over taking Prompto’s hand again, “I’m happy to have been able to meet you too. Everyone.”

A knock came at the door, as a maid wheeled in a tray with the cake, “Excuse me, Princess.” She smiled, as she begun to cut the cake, and handing you a piece before starting on your tea. “Princess, Prince Noctis would be around shortly, and I….”

You caught her hands, as she handed the saucer to you, “Please tell me what’s on your mind.”

The maid smiled softly, “We are so happy that you will be leaving us. The entire Citadel would have been empty, with you here it is a dream.”

You smiled, placing your tea down before cupping her hands, “I feel the same way. I am happy that I can stay with everyone.”

The maid beamed brightly, as she bowed, “Welcome home Princess.”

“That took a longer time than I thought.” Gladiolus groaned following after Noctis.

“Indeed,” Ignis agreed before adding smugly, “I do have to commend you on your aim with the cane.”

Gladiolus chuckled, “You’re one to talk, with that help assistance of getting them in their car.”

“One so round would have troubles with seeing one’s feet.”

Noctis chuckled, having banished those assholes from the Citadel felt awesome. Still, he didn’t understand why Regis sent word to them about your elongated stay. Then again no one else knew of the horrors they were to you.

As he entered the room where Prompto had taken you, he wasn’t surprised to hear laughter instead of crying. Prompto was pretty good at that.

“Hey Noct.” Prompto smiled, as you both turned to him. Prompto turned back to you as he smiled brightly. “I’ll try and grab some ice cream for you tomorrow.”

You giggled softly, holding the man’s hand, “I look forward to it.”

Noctis watched as Prompto left the room, leaving only the two of you there.

“Noctis.” You whispered softly as he turned to you. “How long have you known?”

Noctis sighed as he stepped forward, “A while. I saw it after you fainted and a few time in your, um our? Dreams.” He replied. “I didn’t want to say anything because you were so happy, and I wanted to make sure that smile never left your face. To not seeing you for so many years and then to think I would willingly put you back in that nightmare, even if I had to fight them all, I would have.”

The Prince looked up as he felt a hand on his cheek, unaware that you had stood, nor that you had closed the gap between the two of you. A soft smile on your face as you made him look into your eyes.

“I didn’t mean that.” You smiled.

Noctis blinked confused, “What did you mean?”

“How long did you know that,” You flushed softly, Noctis noticed that you were about to remove your hand from his face, so he leaned into it. “You stated that I was the woman you loved.”

Noctis blushed deeply, “Yeah.”

He loved the way you glanced away before looking at him beyond your lashes, “Is that okay?”

Noctis chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist, “If I am under your spell, I don’t wish to be released.” He pulled you close, “I promised to give you my name, that is if you’d like it.”

You rested your head against his chest, “The name I was given for birth has given me nothing but pain. I would be honored.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to see each other.” You giggled.

“That’s in the real world, we make up our own rules here,” Noctis replied, sitting beside you at the beautiful lakeside in your dream.

“Do you think Ignis is going to be mad?”

“Nah, Specs could never get mad at you, me on the other hand.”

You giggled loudly as you rested your head on his shoulder, “To think my husband was always by my side.”

Noctis blushed deeply, even in your dreams he would turn such a lovely shade of pink, only for him to stiffen, “I think Specs is trying to wake me up.”

“Oh, I should wake up shortly too, I believe I fell asleep underneath the hair dryer.” You giggled, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at the altar?”

“How else will I give you my name?”

You hummed feeling the man press a kiss to your lips, in a dream it always felt nice but in the real world, it felt even better. You watched as Noctis disappeared back to the waking world. You turned to follow your husband to be only to stop and stare at the little white creature sitting not far from you.

The same one that brought you to your first dream with Noctis all those years ago, you watched as it gave you a cheep with a wave of its fluffy tail. This same little one that gave you hope, and a new start, all be it bought you your soulmate.

Once upon a dream…~☆

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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ღ DEAR ASTRALS ABOVE, PROMPTIS! (bc of reasons, Coonie Moonie dear~ have a good day/afternoon/evening/night and a cupcake!)

HELLO, DARK, MY SWEETEST, I received this last night but I was too tired! Thank you for waiting patiently and for dropping this in!(ノ*°▽°*)

A CUPCAAAAAAAAAKE!?! FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE!?!? AKLSDJFKAF JAKLSJDASKJD (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

*nyoms it out*

Prompto/Noctis

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

Prompto. You won’t ever get Noctis out of bed earlier, NEVER. These two sleep in until much later than others *cough* Gladnis *cough* but Noctis is definitely last to wake up, and last to be on his feet too.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

Prompto. Noctis is still asleep most times, or doesn’t have the energy to get out of his damn bed yet. He’s lucky Prommy is so understanding and loving and enjoys making breakfast for both while his boyfriend fights with all six gods to get out of bed.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

Prompto, goddammit. Stop being a spoiled thing, Noctis! But really, none of them mind. Prompto really values Noct a lot, and often freels bad that Nocttis gets so worn out by his own emotional issues and the Crystal, and he wants to spoil him if he can. Noct is not a spoiled little brat, he’s just struggling a bit with accepting his fate as future king, and Prommy wants him to know it’s okay.

However, when Prompto is sick (which happens more frequently than we know), Noct sometimes is the one that brings breakfast to him; Prommy’s flu can get VERY awful, and Noctis feels anxious whenever the sweet ray of sunshine is sick, so he’ll be out of bed earlier than Ignis or school ever managed to get and go prepare something for dear Prommy.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

50/50. Prompto can get pretty horny and the boy has A LOT of energy (and hormones), so sometimes he’ll have the idea and suggest it casually, like he’s talking about the weather. Boy can dirty talk only when he’s inspired, but really his usual self is “Hey, you know what I thought we could do before leaving? It’d be cool :)”.

Noctis sometimes gets pretty horny too, but he’s a bit more shy about it. Noctis has two moods; he either asks as casually as Prommy, or goes shy. He doesn’t want Prompto to think him creepy or anything, so Noctis tries suggesting it as implicitly as he can. Prommy can be dense, so Noctis struggles a bit with trying to be as explicit as possible without saying an explicit word iself.

Good thing is Prommy knows his boyfriend already, and will catch the hint when Noct is trying to ask him for a quickie.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

Noctis. He gets tired of training and papework and everything (being prince sounds cool, but really it’s just a kaload of work), and all he wants is a break. Often. So it’s not rare that he’s the one that mops and whines to Prompto about wanting to stay home and do nothing.

Prommy understands prince work is important, but considers Noctis the human is even more important, so he’ll give in and try to spoil him. :)

Who chooses the movies:

50/50. Both discuss which movie to watch and why or why not like they’re discussing war tactics. It’s usually Prompto who suggests they watch a movie, but they team up to choose which one. The good thing is they have a similar taste, so they don’t often argue or take too long.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Noctis. Noctis is your typical cat that wants Prommy’s attention and will snuggle against him over and over, pet his shoulder, snuggle the head under his chin or his chin on Prommy’s hair, and, of course, he’ll start kissing him over and over until Prompto laughs and pays attention to him.

Sometimes it’s Prompto, but he’s a kiss or two, and back to the movie. When it’s Noct, however, he insists.

Who orders lunch:

50/50. Noctis is better at cooking than Prompto, but he’s also much lazier and doesn’t often want to do it. While Prompto is good at cooking, if he can order lunch instead, he’ll do. Plus, both really like fast food, so there’s no troubles on it.

After a good chiding from Ignis when Ignis found they had ordered food for all 3 meals during an entire week (a few days after they moved in together) who reminded them they’re 23, they can do this on their own, and that Noct’s health is important, Prommy’s trying to not order food as frequently. Still, it’s a tradition for, at least, each friday.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

50/50. Prompto likes stealing because he likes eating everything, and because Noctis usually leaves many things untouched on his dish and Prompto doesn’t want to waste anything. Noctis does it because he usually leaves many things untouched on his dish and he’s not satisfied yet, so he’s stealing the yummy things off Prompto’s dish. So basically they just eat from both dishes like they’re one.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Noctis. Noctis naps very frequently, so of course he naps after a good meal. Dear Noctis turns to a cat again and he not only goes to curl up to sleep after eating, he also drags Prompto with him to use him as his pillow and human heater and Petting Machine. It’s already a usual thing, that Prommy has to go sit or lay with Noct to snuggle or pet him while his boyfriend sleeps. Prommy swears Noct likes being scratched behind the ear, too.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Noctis. Noctis usually tries to leave work at work and rarely works at home (wait until you’re king, Noctis *evil laugh*) so Prommy couldn’t distract him even if he wanted. Prommy doesn’t often have to bring work to their home (even in their 30′s), but when he does, he’ll have Noctis holding one of his ankles, lying facedown on the floor, and whining and whimpering ‘Nooooooo’. Sometimes, Prommy still goes on working, amused. Sometimes (most times), he gives in and pays attention to Noctis.

Cat Noct strikes again; sometimes he won’t even have anything to request from Prompto’s attention, he just doesn’t want him to work.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

Prompto. This boy has problems tryingto control his own excitement, so if he sees ice-cream he’ll be ECSTATIC and because he has no refrains that stop him from getting over excited, he’ll yelp out “ICE CREAM” and get clingy with Noct all the way to the stall.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Prompto, mostly, but both do. Noct likes to brag about his treasure of a boyfriend in social medias (and keeps the cutest ones to himself), and Prompto just likes to take photos of the things and people he loves. Noct + ice-cream is a MUST, so he always snaps a picture.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

50/50, though it’s usually Noctis. Prompto is so happy about the ice-cream and so distracted talking non-stop about other things, he doesn’t often think about making those sort of jokes. And because he’s talking while eating his ice-cream, he gets it dripping on his face and mouth, and because Noctis is quiet just listening, of course the joke will cross his head.

Prommy has multiple reactions depending on his mood; he can get shy and shut up and tell him to not joke about that in public,he can get horny and lick the ice-cream off his own face giving Noctis a dirty look, or do the same but with an exaggerated look, just to make Noctis laugh, and then both brush it off.

Who cooks dinner:

It’s still Prompto most times, but when it’s dinner specifically, Noctis will cook sometimes, all by himself. He claims that Prommy already cooked breakfast and lunch, so he’s fine cooking dinner. It’s no secret, however, that Noct more or less enjoys it sometimes. He’s very much awake at night like he wasn’t in the morning, and he took the liking from the job he had at the restaurant during high school, so he seems to find some peace at cooking dinner sometimes.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

50/50. It started being Prommy who stayed to clean and Noct went to bed, but then Noctis felt bad about it and wanted to help too (because he values that Prommy wants him to rest after a tiring day, but he knows that Prommy works hard and gets tired too), so now it’s 50/50.

Chances are, however, that most times they’ll leave the kitchen dirty and messy at night, and will clean up in the morning.

Who stays up until 2 reading:

None. They stay up late together most nights, but it’s to play videogames or watch TV. Books rarely cross their way, especially that late at night.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

Prompto. It’s amazing how much Noctis can sleep in a day, so it’s not rare to find him napping. Prompto stares mostly because he has no option, there’s a sleeping Noctis in the way everyday, but he does also stare just because he wants to. He also takes the time to cover him with a blanket if it’s cold, or just because he knows Noct likes snuggling into fuzzy blankets.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Prompto, but sometimes Noctis. Because he crosses in the way of a sleeping Noctis and sometimes tuck him in, Prommy also likes to give him a kiss while the prince sleeps.

When it’s Noctis, he’s probably still awake late at night and Prommy’s gone to bed, he woke up in the middle of the night and rolled around to hug Prommy and kiss him before going back to sleep, or he found Prommy napping. Noct sometimes feels a bit shy getting romantic, but when Prommy’s asleep there’s no shyness and he goes ahead and kisses him.

Aaah~

Yet another lovely couple that makes domesticity feel so special and so warm and so cute. Adorable! ♡ ～(‘▽^人)

I hope you liked it, buddy!

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missusignisscientia · 6 years ago

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Request tiiiime~! I love to throw the boys into all kinds of AU's. A personal favorite of mine that doesn't get nearly enough attention is the boys as Nagas. Can I please get some headcanons or short drabbles about Naga!Boys??? Plz & thx, keep up the good work :3.

missusignis: Okay cute anon- WHOEVER YOU ARE- you caught me in a really good mood! Thank you for these and I hope you enjoy them!

Noctis:

The lazy naga. Noctis would be one for snoozing during the day, curled up and basking in the sun. He’s not one for being active and would sometimes just spend his time in his den.

Humans tend to not mind Naga!Noctis. He doesn’t go after them (too much effort) and so long as they’re not loud, he won’t wake up.

Noctis actually is quite fond of humans. The small village that is a few miles from his den is always bustling with life. It makes him feel less lonely.

Now, while Noctis is a lazy snake, he has been known to jump into action when needed...such as when he needs to eat or when he’s protecting himself, his den or the humans that reside in the village.

More than one villager has a story to tell of how Noctis has saved them whether it was from a wild animal or another daemon.

Because of this, it isn’t long before Noctis is considered the villages’ guardian. Though he thinks it’s a bit troublesome, he’s more than willing to continue to protect them.

Prompto:

The friendly naga. Naga!Prompto loves to befriend anyone and anything he can. For a naga that was abused by his old denmates, you would think he would be skittish. But while Prompto has his moments, he’d much rather be friendly. Kindness is what got him through his tough years.

Being known as a friendly daemon, Prompto constantly has young kids and teenagers coming to him to play. He’s always happy to oblige.

He’ll let the kids use him as a jungle gym even but they have to take off their shoes. The last kid who didn’t left a bruise on his tail that ached for weeks!

Prompto is an excellent hunter and is skilled in the art of stealth. He’s quick, too, and has no problem catching his prey in a trap.

Prompto’s den is very tidy, with a nest being the only thing he really keeps around.

Prompto, also, keeps two pets around. A dog named Chibi and a cat named Tiger. They’re his constant companions.

He found them abandoned together not far from his den. He brought them home and cared for them until they were strong enough.

Gladio:

The lone naga. Naga!Gladio keeps to himself, his den as far as he can be from civilization. There is a path that cuts through the forest near his den but he normally keeps to himself away from humans.

Cares for his little sister, Iris, who is a big people person. It’s a constant fight between the two as Iris wants to try and befriend the humans while Gladio doesn’t trust them. After all, it was daemon hunters who killed their mother.

However, Gladio realizes that not all humans are bad. He just can’t bring himself to fully trust them.

Still, he’s not cruel and there have been a few time he’s helped humans who come through the forest.

Gladio has many scars along his body from fights he’s been in with either other daemons or animals. He’s fiercely protective of Iris and won’t let anything harm her.

Gladio’s and Iris’ den is somewhat of a mess. With two nagas having their own nests and other belongings, it can get a little crowded.

Ignis:

The wise naga. Naga!Ignis is insanely wise and the village that he occupies holds him in high regard.

He came to them after a traveler found his den. Thinking that it was empty, the traveler took refuge in it for the night only for Ignis to find them. Instead of attacking the traveler, Ignis offered them some dinner and a place to rest.

They talked throughout the night with Ignis giving advice about farming. The traveler was so impressed that he insisted on bringing Ignis to meet the village elder.

Ignis, though a bit wary, agreed.

One thing led to another and before anyone knew it, the village was blooming with prosperity and wealth.

Ignis is a very welcomed member of the village and they have been known to bring him offerings as thanks for all that he has done for them.

His den is clean and precise with not a straw out of place in his nest.

Ignis has been known to read a lot of cookbooks and has even cooked different recipes for the villagers..

#ffxv writing #sfw headcanons #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #ignis the husband #gladiolus amicita #iris amicita #naga au #naga headcanons #Anonymous

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lhugbereth · 7 years ago

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Coffee Beans and Hot Cocoa

For @ataraxetta who requested “Insomnia’s first snow in decades” for @ignoctsecretsanta :D Here are some fluffy boys snowed in at a coffee shop, on what they didn’t realize was supposed to be their first date.

Title Coffee Beans and Hot Cocoa (Kisses) Word Count 2524 Rating Teen (SFW) Warnings None!

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Winter had always been short in Lucis. The continent enjoyed a typically warm climate all year round, from the dust bowl of Leide to the humid mountains of Cleigne, and the Crown City of Insomnia was no exception. In December, the temperature merely fell to a noticeable chill, and it wasn’t until early February that residents went out went out in more than a jacket and scarf. Even then, it had been decades since the last time anyone outside of Galahd had seen snow.

Which is precisely why no one had expected it that year, either.

The forecast on the morning in question called for overcast skies, perhaps a little rain throughout the morning and afternoon. Nothing out of the ordinary, or so Ignis had thought when he agreed to accompany Noctis to the video arcade. Prompto, the prince explained, was stuck at school taking a makeup test for one that he had failed, and Gladio was attending some family function that was likely to last until well into the night. Ignis had cringed internally to think he’d been Noct’s last choice to invite, but an opening was an opening, and he’d never been able to say ‘no’ before anyway.

So at precisely 10:30 am, he strolled up to the prince’s apartment building to pick him up. Noct was already outside waiting for him - a pleasant surprise, Iggy thought - and he waved a hand in greeting as he approached. Despite the late January chill, however, Noctis looked about as half-assedly dressed as ever: he wore a dark grey t-shirt under a thin hoodie, bare hands jammed in the front pocket for warmth, while his legs shivered visibly beneath a pair of black jeans. The cold air left his cheeks and nose pink, and his lips trembling as his breath passed between them in short, white puffs.

Ignis slowed to a halt. It was no secret that the prince hated winter - he’d been born on one of the hottest days of the year, and thus his blood had always run warm - but to come outside dressed like this was beyond childish. He was putting his health at risk, and that was something Iggy could not allow.

“Highness, you’re going to catch cold,” he sighed. “At least go back upstairs and put on a proper coat.”

“Yeah, nice to see you, too, Specs.”

“Apologies. Good afternoon, Noctis. Now please go change into something more appropriate.”

The prince shrugged, his shoulders looking small beneath the loose-fitting hoodie. “I don’t have a coat. I lent it to Prompto and forgot to get it back,” he added in response to the incredulous look he was being given. “Besides, it’s gonna be hot in the arcade. I’d just end up carrying it around.”

“Well, you look ridiculous dressed like that in this kind of weather.” Ignis folded his arms across his chest, as if to say You’re not going out like that, young man, and that’s final.

But, as usual, Noctis showed no intention of budging. “If you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me -- “

“You know that isn’t what I mean.”

“Then what’s the problem? I’m not cold, let’s go already.”

“Highness….”

The conversation ended in concession, as it almost always did. Ignis sighed repeatedly as he allowed Noctis to take the lead, refrained from comment while they walked together, though his concern never once abated. Gradually, the further they got from Noct’s apartment the more relaxed the prince became, until he was smiling and joking and hanging back to fall into step with Iggy. The mood was contagious. After a while, even Ignis found himself caught up in the playful way Noctis was clinging to his arm, and the way his eyes shone when he laughed. Though the air had grown noticeably colder, Ignis felt his cheeks flushing with warmth.

Perhaps that was why he failed to notice at first. Too distracted by the sensation of Noctis’ fingers coiled around his elbow, it wasn’t until the gentle flakes landed on his skin that he even realized it had begun to snow. His eyes widened at the same time as Noct’s, and together they paused to look up at the sky in awe.

“Specs?”

“Yes, Noct?”

“Is that...what I think it is?”

“It would appear so.”

The prince shifted closer, as if suddenly noticing the cold for the first time. “I’ve never seen snow before.”

“I have, but never in the city. This is highly unusual, and yet….”

“It’s beautiful.”

Ignis’ breath hitched in his throat. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Noctis, lips parted and gaze cast up toward the blanket of clouds above them. All around, white flakes drifted down, down, growing thicker and heavier by the second, until they began to cling to jet black hair and clothes alike.

“...You must be freezing,” he observed aloud, if for no other reason than to silence the pounding of his own heart at the sight. “Here, take my scarf.”

Noctis didn’t protest this time. As Ignis unwrapped the thick, chocolate-colored fabric from his shoulders, the prince remained completely spellbound by the snow falling all around them. He watched on, wide-eyed, as it began to collect on the sidewalk, the grass, and even on Ignis when he turned to face him. But despite the cold, Iggy was smiling. His scarf was so warm - smelled of coffee and citrus and the cologne he sometimes wore - and Noctis immediately held it to his face and breathed in deep.

“Thanks,” he said, voice muffled by the heavy wool. “You’re not cold?”

Green eyes, soft behind fogged lenses, seemed to draw him in. “Not at all. But perhaps we should find a warm place to wait until this storm blows over.”

Noctis agreed, and they turned off the main road in search of shelter.

They found it moments later in the form of a Garbucks coffee shop, thankfully still quiet in the hour before the lunch rush, and together they settled down with steaming mugs to watch the snow fall outside the window. Ignis sipped his latte - it was hardly an Ebony, but at least it went down smooth - while Noctis nursed a hot cocoa, and they talked together while the hours melted away.

The lunch crowd came and went, and outside the snow only fell heavier, piling higher and higher until Ignis began to wonder how they would ever get home. By that time, Noct had wiggled in beside him in the overstuffed armchair, and had his head resting on Iggy’s shoulder while they talked. It was comfortable, relaxing, neither of them thinking anything more of the display than how natural it felt to cuddle close. All the while, Noct wore Ignis’ scarf around his neck.

“Well,” Iggy announced at last. “I’m afraid we’re going to need to call for backup at this point. Otherwise we may be stuck here in this coffee shop all night.”

“Like you’d really mind,” Noct grinned, referring, of course, to Iggy’s love for coffee and completely missing the blush that flared across his friend’s cheeks. “But I guess we could call Gladio. He’s got his dad’s truck.”

Something tugged at the back of Ignis’ mind. "I suppose we could," he began slowly.

"Or maybe we could make it to Prom’s place. He lives near here, and his parents usually aren’t home."

"Is that so?" Suspicion rose in the form of a frown. "I thought Prompto was meant to be at school all afternoon."

“O-oh, right. Yeah, he is,” Noct supplied hastily. “Uh, I meant maybe if he finished early. Or something.”

“And Gladio?” Now Ignis was looking right a him with one eyebrow arched high over piercing green irises. “I believe it was you who told me he’d be occupied until evening?”

If Noct could have sunk back any further into the chair, he would have disappeared right through the cushions. “Um…. I forgot?”

“Noctis.”

“Alright, alright! So I made that stuff up - but it’s not like I had a choice or anything. It was the only way to get you to come out with me.”

Whatever Ignis had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t such candid honestly. And the way the prince was flushing, cheeks red as he glared out the window…. Suddenly, he was very much aware of the proximity of their bodies in the chair. “What are you talking about?” he pressed, forcing his voice lower, calmer, hoping he didn’t sound as panicked as he felt in that moment.

Practically in his lap, Noctis huffed. “Seriously? Whenever I try to spend time with you, all I hear is, ‘I’m busy, Highness, why not call Prompto?’ or ‘Surely Gladio has nothing better to do today?’” Despite the poor attempt at mimicking his accent, the words still managed to hit Ignis like a blast of icy water. He hadn’t actually said those things to the prince...had he?

Still avoiding his gaze, Noct continued. “I had to make it feel like an obligation, otherwise you would have just passed me off on someone else again.”

“That…. That has never been my intention.”

“Oh, yeah?” Blue eyes turned on him at last, wounded and yet heavy with something else, too. Hope, perhaps, that he would be proven wrong. “What would you have said, then?”

Ignis’ chest was tight, his fingers itching to pull Noctis against him and take back every missed opportunity. What would he have said? He tried to imagine the scene: Noct catching him on his way home for the evening, casually inviting him to spend a day at the arcade. It wouldn’t have mattered that he wasn’t really interested in games, or that he had work to do in the morning. He would have wanted to go. He would have wanted to tell Noctis yes, to please him, to see him smile. He wanted to give Noct the world and then some, because he --

Ignis sighed. It was precisely because of that - because Noctis had come to mean more to him than his duty or his job - that he would have been forced to turn him down in the end. It was too great a risk. “I...suppose you have a point.”

“See.”

Voice falling flat, the prince turned his gaze back to the window and to the heavy flakes of snow falling beyond it. Outside, the streets had been transformed into a winter wonderland, everything from the sidewalks to the streetlamps swallowed up in white. There were no pedestrians, no cars, no bicycles. Even the small coffee shop had grown all but silent around them, most of the other patrons no doubt having escaped while there had still been a chance. Only a few others were left sitting at the tables in the back of the shop, Iggy noticed, and not a single one of them was looking his way.

He swallowed.

“Noct? May I ask you something?”

A noncommittal shrug told him the prince was, in fact, upset.

“Why me? You could have asked anyone in the Citadel to accompany you to the arcade.”

“Because I didn’t want to go with anyone in the Citadel,” Noct murmured so quietly that Ignis wasn’t quite sure he heard him correctly. “Today was supposed to be special.”

Ignis glanced out at the snow again, the first that had fallen in Insomnia in more years than either of them had even been alive, and smiled. “Today has been special.”

"Yeah, but. It was supposed to be….” Noctis shrugged, waved his hands in the air and sighed, but ultimately just sank back in the chair in frustration. “It was supposed to be more.”

More.

Ignis thought about the sight of the prince, dressed in an obvious hurry, waiting for him outside of the apartments. He thought of the easy way Noctis had laughed and hung from his arm as they’d walked together down the street. He thought, too, of the color of those soft cheeks when he’d draped his scarf around Noct’s neck, the deep eyes that had watched him in wonder.

More.

His throat went dry. How could he have missed it? How long had the signs been there while he’d been too determined not to see them? How many times had he convinced himself it was impossible that Noct could ever feel the same way as him? And how in the Astrals’ names was he ever going to find the strength to talk them both out of this one?

“...Noct, I-”

“It’s stupid, I know. Just forget I said anything, alright?”

“It isn’t stupid. But you know as well as I do that we...we simply can’t.”

Blue eyes rounded on him in surprise. “...Can’t what?”

“Date, Noctis! It would be highly improper! Just think what your father would do to me if he found out!”

But there was that color tinting the prince’s cheeks again, the one that made it clear Noct had seen right through him. And sure enough, the next words out of his mouth confirmed exactly what he’d read between the lines. “But...you’d be okay with it?”

Ignis snapped his mouth shut instantly. There was nothing he could say short of an out-right lie that would prevent him from walking right into a trap. As it were, perhaps it was already too late. The prince was regarding him with more than just casual interest now, and swiveling in the chair to face him more fully.

“What if this was a date? Right here, just the two of us, with no one to see,” he asked, smile growing a little bolder with each word. “What would you do?”

The awkward sound that started in the back of Iggy’s throat was hidden masterfully behind a polite cough. “Hypothetically? Well. I suppose I would….” Six, forgive me. I’m only human. His arm was moving before he could change his mind, sliding up the length of Noctis’ back between him and the cushion to finally come to rest around his shoulders. When Ignis drew him in, the prince settled easily against his chest.

“Wow,” Noct breathed, face flushing an even prettier shade of red. “It’s nice. H-hypothetically, I mean.”

“Right.”

“I don’t...want to go to Prom’s place.”

Ignis stroked his fingers over the strands of black hair lining Noct’s cheek. “We could stay a little while longer, I suppose.”

“Call Cor, tell him we got snowed in?”

“At a Garbucks, of all places.”

“Might have to stay here all night from the looks of things.”

“Better not get any ideas, Highness.”

Noct grinned up at him - a brilliant, mischievous grin - as he somehow managed to shift even closer against his side. He drew himself up, curled his fingers in the collar of Iggy’s dress shirt and pressed forward until the scarf around his neck was the only barrier between them. Ignis, for his part, forgot how to breathe. “Ideas? Never. This is all hypothetical.”

And so it went that Ignis and his prince shared their first kiss in the cozy warmth of a coffee shop, wrapped in each other’s arms in an overstuffed chair while the snow continued to fall outside the window well into the winter’s night.

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Evil Mastermind Noct (Prompto x Reader)

Character: Prompto Argentum (feat Noctis)

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Evil Mastermind Noct

Summary: Prompto has the biggest crush on Y/N, but doesn’t have the courage to confront her about it. Tired of watching his best friend struggle, Noctis is determined to give him a hand.

A/N: In Prom’s POV!

WARNING: Extremely fluffy and cute and adorable! Seriously, puke rainbows kind of fluffy!

I’m so going to kill Noct… I know he’s my friend and he’s probably trying to help but… I’m gonna kill him.

I can see it in his eyes, in the way his lips curl up in a smirk as he looks at us. He’s gonna say something about Y/N and me, and it’s gonna embarrass me.

“You know?” His voice is smug as well when he pipes up, pointing at me first and then at my crush. “You two look cute together”

I open my eyes wide in outrage, staring at him while silently trying to communicate with my best friend. I immediately take my arm off her shoulders.

“Stop it, Noct!” She just giggles, shrugging the ‘innocent’ comment off.

“Yeah” I reply tiredly. “Stop it, Noct”

But my friend just smirks mischievously. Oh, he’s having a greeeeat time teasing me and making me suffer. The little royal prat, I was so gonna get him back… eventually…

Noct just keeps on walking to join Ignis in the Regalia. Gladio, Y/N and I follow after him.

I just want to leave the diner behind and keep on rolling with the car, continuing our journey.

I sit in my spot next to Ignis and find a great relief when he starts the engine and the Regalia begins moving once again.

“What was that all about?” Gladio taps my shoulder to make sure I know he’s talking to me.

“Huh?” I turn in the seat to have a good look at the three in the back.

I glance at Gladio, but find my attention being diverted to Y/N and Noct. They are sitting down next to each other…

Oh. Em. Gee. He can literally tell her any time he wants, and he would!

Almost like he’s actually reading my mind, Noct looks at me. That smirk on his lips is smugly reminding me that he has power over me, that he will tell Y/N about my feelings for her if I don’t do it myself.

“It was nothing” I reply to Gladio’s question, since his eyes are still focused on me. “Just messing around”

“Uh-huh” The big guy nods, smiling a little.

Does he know too?! I bet he does, they are all on it! Conspiring against me to reveal my secret to Y/N! Such friends…

“Look, Prom!” She suddenly exclaims, pointing her finger to the horizon. “That’s worth a photo right there!”

I look over to where she’s pointing and realize she’s right. Isn’t she the best? The fact that she takes interest in my love for photography and that she gets me so well…

“Yup!” I say before I can let out the dreamy sigh that threatens to make its way to my lips.

I take it as an opportunity to sit back on my seat and mind my own business, using the photos as an excuse.

Even if I constantly have the sudden urge to turn around and make sure that Noct doesn’t spill the beans.

I stretch my arms over my head, a bit numb from the long ride.

Walking ahead and taking out my camera, I shoot a few photos of the horizon. It looks especially beautiful with that lighting, and all the green of the fields is really something!

I am tempted to turn around and take some pictures of Y/N, remembering the saying ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ and knowing how smitten and captivated I am by her. And she’s always so cute and so photogenic! It isn’t fair!

But I don’t, because I can feel her presence behind me, very close. Then she laughs that adorable chuckle of hers and I confirm that she’s a mere few meters away from me.

I catch her with the corner of my eye, and my stomach starts doing somersaults inside my body when her arm grazes mine as she passes by my side.

Her eyes are dreamily staring at the horizon, and I know it’s the perfect moment to show her the photos I took. Even if it’s literally the same scene that she’s looking at right now, but I don’t care.

I open my mouth, taking advantage that she’s standing right next to me and she has stopped walking, when it happens.

Y/N is suddenly bumping into me, losing her balance. As fast as I can, I wrap my arm around her waist to steady her. I almost drop my camera as I try to hold her up with my other hand.

She desperately hangs onto my shoulder as her front collides with mine with that sudden movement.

“Noct, you utter klutz!” My friend complains once she regains her composure, laughing.

She’s so cute and innocent… Naive enough to think that Noct didn’t do it on purpose, too naive to think he was being mischievous and doing all that deliberately. She didn’t believe he could be evil.

“You okay?” I ask her, concerned. “Did you twist your ankle or something?”

“No, Prompt” Y/N looks up to me, and when her beautiful eyes lock with mine something stirs within me and my heart speeds up. “I’m fine, thanks”

We’re basically hugging as we cling onto each other for support. Once she’s regained her balance, however, she stands up straight and lets go of me.

I find myself missing her closeness. Missing how my hand fitted perfectly in her waist and how her hand softly rested against my shoulder.

When she moves and keeps on walking, carefree and unconcerned, I see Noct. And his stupid little smirk again on his lips.

“Dude, stop it!” I whisper-yell, putting a hand to my heart when I realize it had been racing the entire time.

I absently look ahead to make sure that she doesn’t hear. She doesn’t, because Ignis has distracted her by making sure she didn’t get hurt.

“What?” Noctis calmly replies. “Worst case scenario, she falls and sprains her ankle and you have to carry her”

“Me?” I decide to leave my indignation behind to go along with him. “Not with Gladio being here! He’s the strongest, he’d carry her!”

“Not if his back is hurting” Of course, they would find an excuse.

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me, Noct? Does my suffering bring you any pleasure?”

“Maybe a little, but you know I’m just trying to give you a hand”

I know he’s right, though. Noct knows I’m having a bad time getting over my crush on her.

“I just can’t tell her…” I absently shuffle through the pictures of the day in my camera in an attempt to change the subject.

Noct won’t let me.

“I’m telling you, she likes you!” My friend does an exasperated gesture, throwing his arms in the air.

“Yeah, right” I huff, not believing it for one moment. “She’s out of my league”

The glare that Noct gives me next is the most unamused in the history of unamused glares.

Knowing him, something tells me that he’s fed up with the whole thing. Maybe that’ll make him give it up at last.

But Noct was never a quitter.

I hate dungeons. They are dark and trigger my claustrophobia. They are wet and leave me cold. But overall, it feels like we are in constant danger.

A monster can jump out at any minute and attack us. Or worse, kill us.

The only good thing about it apart from my friends is… yep, Y/N.

Not that she is a coward or can’t handle herself in battle. I know her enough to understand why she’s clinging to my arm as we navigate the maze-like dungeon, and it’s because her imagination is running wild and it’s actually worse than the actual thing.

Just like me, she’s scared that something is gonna pop up even though we don’t really feel threatened.

“What was that?” Noct suddenly snaps, stopping in his tracks.

Y/N squeaks in my ear and hugs my arm even tighter, to the point that she’s almost hurting me. I jolt up slightly too, but not as badly.

“Noct, I swear… If you’re messing around…” I warn him, annoyed.

My friend looks at me over the shoulder and sends me a grin that intended to be a smirk but turned softer. It’s almost a sweet smile.

“What I meant…” He pauses dramatically. “Is that there’s light ahead”

“Sunlight at last” Ignis sighs, clearly relieved as well.

“We made it out, scaredy-cats” Gladio playfully pats me in the back, making me totter forward with his force.

“I wasn’t scared!” I defend myself, even if my voice betrays me with its high-pitch.

“I was” Y/N is unapologetic even if I try to hide my embarrassment. Then she lets out one of her beautiful chuckles. Isn’t she great?

“It’s certainly comforting to see the sunlight again” Ignis mumbles, hopefully to make me feel better.

I sigh in relief under my breath, mentally thanking the Gods for being outside again. Dungeons are so unpleasant!

However, I glance at Y/N when I hear her grunt of annoyance, which is something she never does. She’s too polite and cute to ever do that.

“I’m exhausted, guys…” Y/N tiredly says behind us, dragging herself across the place.

“Probably because the adrenaline wore off” Specs explains, gesturing with his hands.

“Why don’t you give her a piggy back ride, Prompto?” Noct looks over his shoulder at me, smirking like he does when he has an evil plan on his head.

I knew he wouldn’t let it rest, he has to take every opportunity to embarrass me in front of her. To get her closer to me to try and make me confess, but how can I?!

“Gladio is twice my size!” I complain, motioning over to the big guy.

I have a feeling of deja vu when I realize we had a similar conversation before.

“Gladio is not in the mood to carry anyone right now” He replies himself, talking in third person for humorous effect.

Y/N shakes her head, but yawns in spite of herself.

“It’s okay, guys” She waves her hand in the air carelessly, like it’s no biggie. “No one needs to carry me”

“Nonsense, it’s our duty to be gentlemanly towards a lady” I swear, Ignis is on it too, he knows.

He glances at me through his glasses, almost defiantly. Almost challenging me to reject that idea.

“Fiiine” I give in, only because the poor thing looks too tired and I want to help her. I stand in front of her and lean forward slightly. “Hop on!”

“No, Prom” Y/N kindly pats my back so I stand up straight again. “You must be tired too and-“

“Won’t take no for an answer” I say in a sing-song voice, trying to entice her.

Our friend chuckles and rolls her eyes softly before settling her tender hands on my shoulders. She barely has any strength left to jump up, so I help her a little.

“Alley-oop!” I encourage her as she rests her weight against my back and I hold her legs up so she doesn’t fall.

“You comfy, Y/N?” Has Noct suddenly stopped being able to speak without that smug tone as well?

“Mm-hmm” She nods as she nuzzles her nose in my neck, resting her arms on my shoudlers and holding her intertwined hands over my chest.

Her closeness and warmth is flustering me, so I try my best not to say anything and make a completely fool out of myself by stuttering like a stupid. Especially since all I can think of is how nice it feels to be holding her.

Sure, I’m exhausted and although pretty light and small, she’s heavy. But I don’t even care about it right now.

“Look at those two!” Gladio teases fondly.

“Best friends” Ignis agrees, nodding with approval.

“I feel like there’s something off about you guys” Y/N innocently comments, not even bothering to look up. I bet she’s closed her eyes, judging by her sleepy voice.

If only she knew… I mean, she… she can’t possibly know, right? I mean, she’s not stupid! She’s pretty damn smart! It’s just that… oh Gods, let’s hope she doesn’t know, otherwise I’ll die of embarrassment!

“You’re just tired” Gladio tries to soothe her suspicions, but ruins it by letting out a blatant guffaw of laughter right after.

“Thanks, Prom” Y/N sounds so tiny that I have to contain myself to shrink over myself and squeak from the cuteness overload.

“Hey, no sweat!” I wish I could rub her arm or something, but there’s only so much I can do holding her up like that.

“We’re almost there” Ignis announces.

“Don’t worry, Prompto” Noctis even chuckles this time. “Your suffering will end soon”

“I sure hope so” I sarcastically reply to him, making him grin.

I suddenly notice that Y/N’s head is heavily leaning on my shoulder and her grip on my chest has softened a little. She’s also been pretty quiet, but what really sells it is that I hear a small snore.

“Guys, she fell asleep!” I can’t contain myself, I just need to share my love for her with them. “She’s the cutest!”

“Isn’t she adorable” Ignis teases me a little, accompanying his words with a sweet smile.

“Let’s get her to camp” Gladio leads the way, briefly turning to us as he speaks. “It’s not far now”

“Don’t worry, Gladio” I’m starting to think that smirk is stuck on Noct’s lips. “Prompto will take care of Y/N in the meantime”

I hang my head low when I feel my cheeks burning up with intensity, and I know I’m obviously blushing.

But I don’t argue with that statement, because it’s true. I’m gonna do anything to make sure she gets some rest and that she’s comfortable.

When I leave the tent the next day I know I’m going to be teased at even more.

Because Y/N cuddled closer to me in her sleep and smiled happily when she felt my arm over her. Okay, I’m guilty too because I gladly let her and snuggled closer to her myself, but come on!

I resign myself and go out, accepting my destiny. As soon as I exit the tent –reluctantly leaving a sleepy and cuddly Y/N alone –all eyes are on me.

She really must have been exhausted, because even Noct is up. Which is saying something.

“Hiya…” I greet them, inhibited.

“Sleep well?” Ignis is the first one to talk.

“Yeah”

“And Y/N?”

“Still sleeping”

“Poor girl isn’t used to all the adventure”

“You two looked pretty cute in there, all snuggled up” I’m fed up with Noct’s playful condescending tone.

“You know what? I’m not gonna fall for it anymore” I shrug, trying to change my strategy. “I like her, so what?”

“I just… don’t get why you like her so much” My best friend pouts.

“You don’t… You… Noct” Maybe he said it deliberately, but his response gets on my nerves. “Are you kidding me?!”

How can he not see how perfect she is?! Is he blind?! C’mon, Noct!

“I really don’t understand” He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest, calmly. “She’s my friend, but I don’t get why you’re so in love with her”

“I’m in love with her because… She’s just so… dreamy!”

“What’s so dreamy about her?”

“Everything! I mean, have you seen her?! Her warm beautiful eyes, that gorgeous smile of hers that makes my heart happy and-and her soft lips… She’s just the prettiest girl in Eos!”

“So you just like her for her looks? That’s shallow, Prompto!”

“No! It’s not just that! Her personality really is something! She’s adorable, and like, the kindest and friendliest! Y/N is super nice to me too, and she gets me so well… I just love her so much”

“Why wouldn’t you tell her then?” In my praise for Y/N, I had almost forgotten Gladio and Ignis are still there.

“Again, I don’t want to ruin our friendship! She’s out of my league!”

“I disagree” Ignis says. “I believe she is actually quite a good match for you”

“Let’s ask her” Noct mumbles, and I’m about to interrupt him when he talks over me. “What do you think, Y/N?”

I roll my eyes, knowing he’s just playing again. Trying to scare me like that…

“Aw! Prompto!” Her voice suddenly says behind me.

I’m too busy having several heart attacks at once to notice the happy tone.

“Y/N?!” I frantically turn around and face my worst nightmare. She just heard everything I confessed to Noct, thinking it was a private conversation. “W-were you here the entire time?!”

She nods energetically, and that almost makes me straight out pass out. My legs feel weak and shaky like they suddenly turned into jelly.

“I-I-I…” I think I’m starting to hyperventilate. “Y/N, I… My… me… Oh Gods…”

“I like a lot of things about you too, you know?” Even if her eyes briefly direct towards our friend, they soon settle on me with the sweetest glance.

Like I wasn’t nervous enough, she has to lock eyes with me and make me melt with her tender look.

“Hm?” Is all I can manage to let out, hardly even a noise.

“Your beautiful smile, your vibrant blue eyes that look at me with so much love, your strong arms and that heart of golds of yours…”

Somebody pinch me, I think I’m dreaming. Either that or I died and went to heaven, because I haven’t felt so happy in… wow, in a long time.

“Wow, I…” I chuckle out of disbelief. This is ridiculous. “You like me back? Me? You like me?”

“Yeah, silly!”

“Wow! I can’t believe that…” I know I’m starting to ramble, but I can’t stop myself and my nervousness has taken my body hostage. “You’re so… and I’m so… but you actually… and after all…”

Y/N laughs and smashes her lips on mine. That definitely shuts me up.

Nevermind, I think now I’m dying. This is it, I’m gone. I’m going insane with the feeling of her lips on mine.

It’s so perfect. So sweet, so loving and so warm. Better than I could ever imagine.

“Finally!” Gladio’s voice reminds me that we’re not alone, so we both break away at the same time, embarrassed.

They were watching the scene, probably very amused and very full of themselves. Noct must be having the time of his life.

“It was about time” Ignis smiles kindly at us, seemingly happy.

“Thanks to who?” Noct intervenes, and I have never seen him so satisfied.

“Evil master mind Noctis” Y/N replies with a soft grin.

“Wait” I look at my best friend and point my finger at him, accusing him. “You… You planned aaaaall of this?!”

“What can I say?” He shrugs, also with that signature smirk of an evil mastermind.

“If you’ll excuse us, boys” Y/N giggles and even if it kind of childish, I still find it adorable. “Prompto and I have a lot to talk about”

“Don’t mind us” Ignis makes a hand gesture to encourage us. “We’ll be right here”

She takes that as her cue to hold my hand and tug at it to run with me and have a little privacy away from the group.

“Have fun!” Noct shouts at us so we can hear him even if we’re already racing.

We run, feeling an amazing euphoria run through us as we look at each other and laugh without a reason other than happiness. Other than realizing we finally are on the same page, we finally get to be together and cuddle and ugh!

Just imagining hugging her and having her in my arms, my stomach squirms happily and there’s a nervous lump in my throat. I feel giddy and excited.

Once we’ve distanced ourselves enough from them, she plops down in the ground and drags me down with her.

It’s a bit awkward when we get suddenly quiet and are too shy to even look at each other. But I guess it’s nothing odd since we literally just confessed our feelings to each other.

Or more likely, Noct forced us to. Guess he was fed up with watching how painfully obvious it was that we had a crush on the other.

“Can I…” I clear my throat when my voice comes out high-pitched. “Can I… hug you?”

“Of course you can!” Y/N cheerfully places her head on my shoulder, and I wrap both my arms around her.

I bring her close to me until her warmth engulfs me again and I smile to myself out of pure bliss.

“Ah” I can’t suppress a happy sigh. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long”

“Do what?”

“Hold you in my arms, Y/N”

“You can do it whenever you want, you know?” She giggles, shoving her face on my neck again. This time it gives me the shivers when her nose tickles my skin. “You don’t even have to ask”

“Oh, you’re gonna get aaall the cuddles then, haha” I chuckle, too happy for words. “You’ll get tired of them”

“No I won’t” She replies softly, taking my hand away from her to squeeze it on hers.

I love her so much.

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wildcardwriting · 7 years ago

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Prompt [FFXV]

[Final Fantasy XV]

The Soul Song AU: FFXV

Just had the most ridiculous idea and it grew wings and plot and I’m not sorry. It also gives me a chance to give every FFXV character a song

Basically, the idea is this: Everyone has a song in their soul that has certain abilities but most people struggle to realize it. Some have a few lines of lyrics or a few bars of music but the song has power.

People only usually sing around people they truly trust, because the song is incredibly intimate--because it's their very soul in words.

Most people never figure their full song.

The abilities of the soul song depend on a number factors: personality, age, gender, knowledge, and ethnicity.

Some examples are people from Lucis’ tend to have slow classical music, while people from Leide have more upbeat songs.

The abilities of the song are incredibly free-ranged.

In order to complete the song, a person must come to terms with themselves and everything it means, good and bod.

List of People and their Abilities:

Person Name, Song Title/Version, Abilities, Percent of Song Complete

Regis

Valse di Fantastica, Increases Defense, 70% Complete

Clarus

The Drift by Blackmill, Decreases Enemy Defense, 49% Complete

Cor

Roundtable Rival [Lindsey Stirling], Attack Power High Increase, 74% Complete

Nyx

Iron By: Woodkid, Adds Extreme Luck (that can be good or bad), 52% Complete

Cid

Cid's Theme A Realm Reborn Version, Increases Aim, 55% Complete

Ignis

Tchaikovsky Remix*, Increases Proficiency, 48% Complete

Gladio

Elements (Orchestral Remix) Lindsey Stirling, Increases Physical Attack, 31% Complete

Noctis

CLRS "Colors" An RWBY Orchestration, Casts Random Support Spell (Sleep (lol), Slow, Haste, Protection,etc.), 29% Complete

Prompto

There is a Reason By Konomi Suzuki, Rejection, 100% Complete

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Prompto is surprised to find out that most other people don’t have their songs already completed and realizes how odd it is that he’s nearly completed his own before he's even out of high school.

In addition because of how isolated he was from both his foster parents and his fellow peers, there are a number of things that he never learned, like song etiquette and thus completely shocks both Ignis and Noctis when he breaks into song the first time because neither one of them expected it. Ignis eventually has to take him aside and tell him that although he and Noctis are incredibly grateful that Prompto trusts them with his song, he might use more 'discretion'. (Prompto agrees but he's still confused about what he's singing/song has to do with anything considering using it helps him out a lot so why wouldn't anyone use it...?

He decides just to hum/sing lower because he thinks he was bothering his friends(and completely misses the point) and other people, like Cor, Regis, Clarus, Nyx and quite a few other people have their own heart attacks when they catch Prompto sing his own soul song in their presence.

“I deeply apologize for listening in while you sang,” Regis tells him, bowing his head ever so slightly in Prompto’s direction while the person standing behind him, just slightly to his left looks equally unhappy. “Isn’t that right, Clarus?” The man says, and Prompto can’t help but think he has seen them somewhere before it finally hit him that they are talking to him. He jumps to his feet, face beet red as he starts apologizing because obviously, he was disturbing them with his singing. Grabbing his camera, and using the most polite words he can he excuses himself before he can embarrass himself any further, before speeding off. Clarus is still not happy about the lack of decorum, but Regis calms him, before wondering who that teenager was because it was strange that he didn’t know who he was...

Ignis or his uncle mentions it at some point that the Prince’s friend doesn’t know much about song etiquette and are trying to find one of those kids books that noble’s give out... and somehow it snowballs into Regis and Clarus figuring out who Prompto is and soundly embarrassed when it finally sinks in that they may have insulted Prompto making him think he was disturbing them.

Cor hears the song at some point and is speechless because it sounds so sad.

Nyx takes Prompto under his wing and starts explaining things because the nobles are somewhat useless if though they are trying their best. (Nyx is pretty pissed off when he hears Prompto thinks his song was disturbing people and has a long talk with the other chocobros is get to the bottom of it.)

Cor finds out and is NOT HAPPY.

Ironically, no one has actually asked Prompto what his song’s power is as everyone is too busy trying to teach him song etiquette and everything else in between during his Crownsguard training and it just kind of slips through the cracks. Though that doesn’t mean that no one is not making assumptions/guesses.

This becomes important later on as Prompto is sending on a training mission with a few other Kingsglavie and ends up having to use his song to heal some wounds because they were out of potions and it was getting dark.

Of course, there’s more lectures on everyone and things kind of get worse when everyone gets back to Insomnia because now everyone thinks Prompto can heal but that’s not it and Noctis and everyone is now even more protective of him and it's getting difficult to do anything with everyone breathing down his back.

“Seriously, what is going on?” Prompto demands finally having had enough of the bodyguards, and meetings and looks and just everything that happened since his Crownsguard exam. Ignis frowns and explains what a big deal it is to be able to heal and compares it to Lunafreya and how some people think Prompto’s another oracle because he can heal (which he thinks is bs because obviously there are other people out there that can heal, right? He can’t be the only other person to have healing powers, that just nonsense---Ignis tells him differently and suddenly he’s reminded of the barcode on the wrist.)

More chaos. Prompto is a little more subdued but refuses to let everyone’s freaking out get in the way of him being the best friend he can to Noctis. (He gets a visit from the King and Clarus and this time he knows who they are and freaks out apologizing and so on. Before Regis gets around to asking/not ordering not telling asking if it might be possible to do something for Noctis wound, and Prompto doesn’t hesitate and tells him that he can and will heal Noctis because that what friends do.

The next day he goes to Noctis and tells him what happened and tells him that he wants to try. Regis/Clarus and other chocobros are present and Noctis nods and removes his shirt. Prompto smiled at him gently and starts to sing and heals him, but to the group's shock, Noctis is not the only one to heal. Regis, Clarus, and even Gladio are healed too.

Its a powerful moment for the group and the others are surprised to realize that Prompto’s song is not just mostly done, it is complete (and just thinking of this scene makes me want to cry, it's so beautiful). There’s hugs and some tears and just fluffy happiness because the scar that bothered Noctis (and everyone else is gone) and impacted so much of his life was gone (but unknown to the others his future was also erased and it isn't discovered until later.)

There a new kind of mood in the Citadel and Prompto decides to do something about all the people he’s seen that are hurt and scarred not just among his friends, but for insomnia, and branches out to the complete grief of his friends and starts healing people. He goes to the hospitals, big and small, he goes to the slums and works hard. (He is protected all this time by his two bodyguards, Nyx and Cor.)

It gets to the point that Prompto is just as well known as the royal family but is loved by the population for his work.

Naturally, Nifiheim has to come and ruin things and tries to conquer Insomnia, and Prompto has had enough. BAMF moment when he fights alongside Cor and Nyx and after saving the rest of the gang repeal the invading force.

Chocobros Roadtrip! They beat back the Empire and the Kingsglavies/Crownsguard go on the offensive and manage to win.

Prompto finds out his origins by accident and keeps it himself until he can’t and his friends accept him.

Niflheim falls.

Politics and other blah blah stuff. Happy Times.

#ffxv #heaven song #prompto argentum #chocobros #soulsong au #ffxv prompt

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chocobostrinket · 7 years ago

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And if it was Gladio's s/o that proposed to him instead of the contrary?~ sweet and fluffy, please?~

The day had started like any other. Both got up at different times, got ready, and went to work. They were normally the first awake, due to working with the marshal. He was known to keep odd hours, which meant up before the sun and working through out the day on most things. Being his lead intelligence officer required them to keep the same hours. Which wasn’t all bad. They were always on top of their work, got a longer lunch hour, and were near their beloved at all times.

Gladio on the other hand could take his time getting to the citadel. Noctis never woke up early if he could help it, despite Ignis’ best attempts. Which gave him enough time to sleep in a bit, go for a run, and then get ready for the day. He didn’t have a schedule like his dearest did. More like he was on call in case Noct wanted to go somewhere. But while he was in the citadel? Noctis was as safe as could be which gave him time to wander about and maybe even catch a few moments with his other.

It was a simple life. There was no push or pull from either of them for things to change. (Though a small part of him hoped that one day, maybe they’d honor him by taking his last name.)

While he was walking by one of the training rooms, he could hear a voice he recognized. Quietly, so not to distract the combatants, he slipped into the room. He wasn’t the only one here too, and he could see why. His dearest was amazing, flowing through blocks and attacks effortlessly. Cor wasn’t so bad either.

He watched them move forward, refusing to step backwards no matter how hard Cor pushed them. Their breath was heaving as they moved, and their collar and tie slightly undone so their movement wasn’t as restricted. And though they would say that they didn’t look their best, he found them dazzling…

Right until Cor managed to slip past their defense and knock them across the room with the back of his blade.

With a loud thud and a grunt from them, they hit the wall and slid to the floor. He frowned but didn’t rush to them. Though he really really wanted to. (As in every fiber of his being was yelling at him to check if they were hurt.) But if he did, he knew they wouldn’t appreciate it. He could practically hear them scolding him in their head.

They huffed and lightly hit their head against the wall at their back. “This round goes to you, Marshal.”

“Alright. I trust you’ll follow through? “He raised an eyebrow, and if Gladio didn’t know better he looked…pleased.

They got to their feet, having caught their breath and straightened out their clothes before replying. “Of course.”

“Good.” With that, the gathered crowd cleared the way to the door as the Marshal walked toward it. He caught Gladio’s eye and nodded in acknowledgement, “Gladio.”

He nodded back to him, and then the Marshal was gone. He had to be imagining things, Gladio thought to himself. But he could have sworn that Cor’s eyes had lit up a little upon seeing him. (Should he be worried? He felt like something was going on and just couldn’t put his finger on it.)

It was only after he had put it out of mind and over heard some of the guard talking about an agreement that his sweetheart had made with the marshal. For the sparring match he assumed. He finally walked over to them as they tried to stretch their shoulder muscles and the knots that must have been forming after their bout.

“Hey.” He smiled and when they heard him they turned and beamed at him.

“Hey there.” But then the smile slipped into a frown, “Oh…did you see all that?”

“I saw only the last few moments. You looked good babe.” He guided them to face away from him and carefully began to massage the part of their shoulders they had been trying to relax.

They sighed with relief and closed their eyes, leaning into his touch. “I don’t agree, but thank you. …Damn, I’m going to be feeling this all week.”

Gladio laughed. “I’ll bet you will. Sparing with the marshal’s no joke. Can I ask how you got him to? He rarely does these days.”

They smiled, and he felt his heart flutter. (Which he’d deny to the end of his days that their smile still did that to him.)

“It was just my luck honestly. I caught him in a good mood.” They turned around, and before he could ask any more questions, reached up their hands to his neck to guide him down into a kiss. That made him forget his curiosity, and softly relax into the kiss.

When they pulled away he opened his eyes and couldn’t get over that they had kissed him. In public. They were never one for public displays, and he wondered if this meant they would be okay if he kissed them in public. All the time. Because he had always wanted to.

“So, it’s my lunch hour now. Care to join me?”

“Y-yeah. I mean yes.” He huffed with laughter and really hoped that no one could see how stupidly happy they made him.

They led the way out of the room, ignoring some of the hoots and whistles from the few trainees that were left. While they opened the door, Gladio turned around and glared at those who were making the noises. Like hell he was going to let them make his sweetheart nervous over that kiss. Especially since her really wanted them to be comfortable in public with him.

But then they left the room and walked toward their office, presumable to pick up their belongings to go home for lunch. However, they surprised him when they entered their office and then gestured to the couch they had inside.

“Sit. I packed lunch today because I figured we could just hide out in here for awhile instead of taking the time to go to a restaurant.”

“I’m fine with that. Just gives us more time to eat.” Gladio flopped into the couch cushions and watched them as they went over to the small kitchen area and began to dig around. upon seeing what they brought out, he snorted.

“Cup noodles? I thought you hated those things.”

“I don’t hate them, I just think they’re not very healthy.” They threw a frown over their shoulder as they set water onto boil, “And after that fight I deserve to be a bit unhealthy. I got all my training in for the week.”

“I hope you don’t mean that,” He smirked from his place on the couch, “We have a training session together later.”

They froze for a moment and then groaned. “Shit.”

He laughed quietly and then his expression softened. “But if you really don’t feel up to it, we can skip for this week.”

They sighed and then gave him a smile over their shoulder again. “Like I would miss it.”

After that they both fell into silence. They were so focused on the task at hand, not wanting to burn themselves with the water, that they didn’t notice Gladio watching them. He enjoyed seeming them lost in their head. Which clearly they were. Cup noodles, though good, didn’t require much thought or that much hovering. So the fact that they were standing there meant they had something on their mind. And he could wait to see if they would share. If they didn’t? That was fine too.

Eventually, they wandered back to the couch to let the noodles soak up the water. They flopped down beside Gladio and rested their head against his shoulder. He in turn shifted to put his arm around the back of them. They closed their eyes, just enjoying the closeness, and Gladio couldn’t help but press a kiss to their forehead. A small smile crept across their face and they gave a hum of appreciation.

But then they broke the silence, “And to think in a few hours we’ll be kicking each other’s asses.”

“Babe, we were having a moment.” He couldn’t help the small laugh that followed.

“Our noodles will get soggy if I let the moment go on too long.” They snickered as they stood. They then strode over to where they had left the noodles and carried one in each hand back to the couch. the pair then got to eating and passed the time by comparing their days and letting the other know where they’d be before their training session.

Before long, they heard a knock at the door.

They straightened themself up as best they could and then called, “Come in.”

The door swung open and there, once again, was Cor. “Officer.”

“Marshal.” They stood and walked over, “Trouble?”

“Yeah. Of the outer agents kind.” Cor pointedly looked past them at Gladio.

“Ah. A moment then.” They looked over their shoulder. “Glads?”

“Go ahead, I’ll clean up in here before I leave.” He smiled at them and waved.

They flashed a thankful smile at him and then followed the Marshal out the door.

He didn’t get to see them again until later in the afternoon. He was already in the training room, considering that Noctis was before his dearest. He’d already sent Noctis on his way, though he had a feeling that him an Prompto were lurking nearby, and maybe even Ignis if he had the time. The three of them could not believe that he was in a relationship, especially with them.

Speaking of them…

“Glads, sorry I’m a little late.” They were smiling, but it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Instead there was a nervousness there. Why? Heck if he knew.

“It’s fine, I figured whatever had the Marshal pulling you off our break was pretty serious.” He smiled as they reached him and pushed part of their bangs out of their eyes.

Their smile was a little more genuine after that, and they relaxed. But then they smiled, undoing their tie and collar once more. “Ready to begin?”

“You know it. Should we run through some drills, or would you rather just spar?” Gladio asked, likewise removing his coat. He took their tie and bundled it in his jacket before sliding it across the floor to the wall.

“Just sparring today. I’m out of practice the Marshal said.” They grimace and shrugged.

“Alright. Get ready then.”

Unlike most training sessions, the pair used live steel. So any injuries would be real. They both had talked it over when they had started training together, and chose this method purely for the lessons it would teach. They’d also had set guidelines and rules that they followed to keep each other as safe as possible with this. Gladio, though it hurt him to harm them, made peace with the idea by remembering that they would learn from it.

They stepped back from one another and brought out their weapons. Somewhere off to the side, they both heard a startled squeak.

“They’re going to KILL each other.” The voice was soon silenced by a stern, “SSSHH.”

They blinked at each other, and had to both keep themselves from laughing. The Prince and his friend. But then they refocused, and dropped into the fight. Both were sizing one another up, as usual. Gladio always attacked first, but this time they didn’t give him a chance to fully take them in. They stepped forward and swung at his right side with their left. It was their weaker side, but it would also take him off guard.

His eyes widened and he blocked with his sword before trying to step forward and into their space to use the pommel to strike their ribs. But they quickly stepped out of reach to his left, and thrust forward. He blocked once more, and started to pick up that they were trying to get him on the defensive. Which caused them to lower their defense a bit more than normal.

With that knowledge, he grinned and began to push back.

They clashed over and over, moving through out the room. Gladio knew that if he could get one good hit on them it’d be over. But their speed made that extremely difficult. But not impossible. However, both parties had already collected a number of scratches and bruises to the cheers and yells of the two watching. (And if they concentrated on the conversation, they would have caught some rather hilarious commentary from Ignis about their match.) It had been an hour almost since they started, and they both were breathing hard. And so they decided they had to end it.

Then they surprised him by locking their swords together, and using them as leverage to headbutt him. He blindly retaliated, using the pain to fuel a kick to their stomach and send them flying into the wall. But this time, they managed to land with their feet on the wall and push off back toward him.

They were moving too fast and his eyes were still teary from the headbutt. It would have been a killing strike, had they not reversed their grip and used the haft of their sword. The blow was enough to knock the wind out of him, as it hit the center of his chest. From there, their momentum threw him off balance and he tipped backwards. The back of his head hit the ground and he was dazed…

right until he felt the blade pressing against his neck.

“…Well damn. I submit.” He huffed in amusement, but then groaned in pain.

They flopped forward on top of him, just trying to catch their breath. “…You certainly…know….how to keep someone on guard.”

“Sort of my job.” He mumbled. They lay their wallowing in the pain that came after such an intense session, but then both got back to their feet.

“…Infirmary?” They asked, eyeing his swelling nose and they way he held his chest.

“Only if you’re going too dear.” He laughed and they shook their head.

“I didn’t get my ass handed to me just now.” They replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey now, I gave as good as I got.”

“I’m not the one who looked like they got jumped.”

“You’re in denial dear.”

“Call me dear one more time, DOLL.”

“Owch babe.”

From the direction of the door they heard one of the boys call out, “Just get married already!”

To Gladio’s shock, they called back, “Fine!”

“What?”

“Gladio, will you marry me?”

“Uh….” He couldn’t think of a more eloquent response. But then he figured they were joking and grinned. “Sure why not? And you two punks aren’t invited!”

“GLADIO NOOOO.” They heard a whine.

“Prom, lets get out of here now.” The prince was laughing, and they heard THREE sets of footsteps leave.

They both chuckled and went to retrieve their things. But there, they fell into a loaded silence. He wanted to ask them what that was about, but didn’t dare. If they had only been joking, he’d be crushed, but they’d still be dating and maybe it would be a reality one day. But if he brought it up would that seem like he was taking things too fast? Would they be? He’d like to think that they would be married one day…

“Eos to Gladio?” They called, and snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Oh, yeah?” He turned toward them and froze when they took his hands in theirs slowly.

“I was actually serious.”

He blinked. And then he blinked again. Then heat rushed to his face as he looked them in the eye. “Uh…w-what do you mean.”

“I’d been trying to ask you ever since this morning with Cor… Which, by the way, we should thank him somewhere down the line.”

“Why?” His voice was soft, but he didn’t break eye contact.

“Well…we sort of got to speaking, because he’d heard about our relationship I guess. And wanted to know how long we’d been going out.” They squeezed his hands.

Honestly, he wasn’t really sure this was happening. Maybe he had read WAY too many romances lately and this was a dream. But he really really hoped it wasn’t. “And?”

“He brought up if I wanted to marry you.” They brought up one of his hands to their mouth to kiss his knuckles, and lowered it once more.

“What did you say?” His heart was beating in his ears, making everything seem distant.

“That I do.”

He surged forward and kissed them, trying press into them just how much he loved them. And when they needed to pull apart to breath, he started peppering kisses all over their face. They in turn just held him close.

“I love you, you know.” He said, his lips still pressed to their forehead.

“I love you too.” They said. They they pulled away, a small smile on their face. “So will you? You never gave an actual answer.”

They’d hardly finished speaking before he almost shouted, “Yes.”

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empyreanturtle · 7 years ago

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The Darkest Hour, Chapter 2 (A Final Fantasy XV Story)

A/N: Chapter 2... in which I start to explore exactly why Gladio is such an asshole for a few chapters in the game, and we start the slowest burn of relationships in existence XD I wrote these scenes a while ago, long before the Episode Ignis trailers came out, which means they're no longer canon-compliant to the DLC patches - but I don't plan on editing/changing them at all. Also, I currently plan on using this story for some writing practice during NaNoWriMo - I'm not sure of how much of it will actually get shared in the end, but I'm pretty content with these couple of scenes!

AO3 | Chapter 1

Gladiolus sat in a chair in Noctis’s room at the First Secretary’s estate as the prince lay unconscious. Doctors had been in and out of the room all day trying various methods to wake him up with no success. They had initially frowned on Gladiolus’s usual methods for waking Noctis up in the mornings, but even those were tried eventually. In the end, they had concluded that Noctis was under some sort of magical slumber caused by the Hydraean. The stream of people had fizzled out not long after, leaving the room quiet.

“Guess She really took it out of you,” Gladiolus said to the silence. He leaned to rest his elbows on his knees and let out a long, drawn-out breath. What good is a Shield with no one to protect? The Marshal’s words haunted Gladiolus as much as anything they had seen on their journey.

“Just means I’m gonna train you even harder when you wake up,” Gladiolus taunted. “After all, you still have three more blessings to get.” Gladiolus waited for Noctis’s voice, making some wise-ass remark or dismissing the idea entirely. It never came.

Gladiolus frowned and leaned back in the chair once again. “Can’t sleep your way out of this one either. I’ll be here as long as it takes,” he said.

Gladiolus wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake from a day before. He had been too far away, and it had taken him too long, to get back to Ignis after the Imperial shell hit. It was nothing short of a miracle that only his face was damaged. Gladiolus couldn’t help but wonder if Ignis would have been hurt at all, if only Gladiolus had stayed with him instead of splitting up.

But Ignis had been hit, and was recovering in the next room with Prompto at his side. The only thing Gladiolus could do now was wait until Noctis and Ignis recovered, and make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

He picked up the closest book he saw - an autobiography of First Secretary Camelia Claustra - and began flipping through the pages to pass the time. Gladiolus was barely into the second chapter when Prompto peered around the doorframe.

“Uh, Gladio?” Prompto asked meekly.

“Yeah?”

“I really gotta go,” Prompto replied as he shifted back and forth on his feet uncomfortably. “Can you watch both rooms?”

Gladiolus held back a laugh. Prompto might not have been a fighter like the rest of them were, but his loyalty and devotion were unparalleled. And, his silly optimism had helped take the edge off of Gladiolus’s moods more than once.

“Can’t you piss in a cup or something?” Gladiolus replied with as serious of a tone as he could manage.

“W-w-what?!”

The panicked look on Prompto’s face was exactly what Gladiolus had expected. He smiled at his friend to reveal the joke, then walked to the door. “Why don’t you sit with Noct when you get back? I’ll take a turn with Specs.”

“Ha ha ha, good one, Gladio,” Prompto replied through a forced smile. Gladiolus clapped him on the back to send him down the hallway, then walked into Ignis’s room.

Ninety-eight. Gladiolus bent his elbows and lowered his head to the padded carpet in a hallway of the First Secretary’s estate. He held himself for a beat, then straightened his arms again. Ninety-nine. He repeated the motion one more time. One hundred. After his arms were fully extended, he let his legs fall to the floor and stood up straight.

Gladiolus grabbed his shirt and ran it across his forehead. The rest of his workout would have to wait until Prompto was awake and he could get out of the estate for a while. After only two days of recovery, Altissia was still pretty messed up, but there was a stretch between the estate and the southern camp that was good for a couple sprints. Between sitting at either Ignis’s or Noctis’s bedside, and the broken bits of sleep in between, he was eager for any chance he had to get out and do something.

Gladiolus settled himself in a chair in Ignis’s room. Ignis had first woken up nearly a day ago, but the doctors insisted he stay on bed rest while his wounds healed. Gladiolus and Prompto had been taking turns sitting with him in case he needed anything, while the other stayed with Noctis. To all of their disappointment, Noctis was still out from his battle with the Hydraean.

Ignis’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His bandages completely covered his eyes, but his stillness made Gladiolus conclude that he was asleep. Gladiolus leaned back in the chair and replayed the day of Leviathan’s summoning through his mind again, analyzing every detail to see what could have been done differently for a better outcome.

He never liked the idea that he, Ignis, and Prompto had to be the ones evacuating the city, but the First Secretary was very clear on her requirements. After Prompto had left on that Imperial craft to fly Noctis up to Leviathan, he and Ignis had worked to direct the citizens to safety. Gladiolus would have preferred to be at Noctis’s side, but again, the situation hadn’t given him any chance for it.

Of course, he’d done a piss poor job of protecting Ignis, too. He knew Ignis would tell him that they had done the right thing - splitting up to help more people, instead of sticking together - but it still didn’t change the fact that Ignis had gotten hurt while Gladiolus remained unscathed.

“It should’ve been me,” Gladiolus grumbled under his breath. He clenched both his fists tightly. He couldn’t change the past, but he was going to do everything he could to prevent it from happening again. The Empire was going to pay for what they did.

“Did you say something?” Ignis’s voice came from across the room, startling Gladiolus.

“Shit, Iggy,” he replied. “Thought you were asleep.”

“Unfortunately, my injuries have intervened,” Ignis replied.

“They make pills for that.” Gladiolus walked to Ignis’s bedside table and poured water into a small glass. “Which ones do you want?”

“None, for the time being,” Ignis said. “I can’t think clearly when I’m on them.”

“You’re not supposed to be thinking, you’re supposed to be resting,” Gladiolus replied. He picked out a few pills that he remembered giving Ignis once before.

“I doubt your sentiment would be the same, were you in my position.” Ignis struggled to sit up, but shoved Gladiolus’s hand away when he tried to help.

Gladiolus shook his head in frustration. “Yeah, well, I’m not in your position.” He shoved the glass of water and pills into Ignis’s hands.

Ignis’s mouth turned down in a frown. “There is presumably no shortage of willing Imperials, if you would like to be,” he said sharply.

Gladiolus stepped back in surprise as Ignis swallowed the pills and water. The only other time Ignis had been so short with Gladiolus was that time he interrupted some coffee date nearly five years ago. Even after losing that Imperial Commander at Fort Vaullerey, Ignis hadn’t snapped at Gladiolus or the others.

“My apologies,” Ignis added more softly, when Gladiolus made no reply.

Gladiolus shook his head again. “No,” he replied. “You’re not the one that needs to apologize, Iggy. Niffs did this. They’re gonna apologize for it.”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” Ignis asked. “You can’t be reckless right now, Gladio.”

“What other option do I have?” Gladiolus asked, hearing his voice grow louder. He felt his anger and frustration rush hotly through his limbs. “I’m tired of sitting around and waiting for them to make their next move.”

“You bloody well know that is not reason we are still here,” Ignis replied, matching his raised tone.

“How could I forget,” Gladiolus grumbled. If Gladiolus had been the Shield he was supposed to be, they would all be healthy and on their way to the Crystal instead.

“Guys?” Prompto walked into the room. “What’s going on?” Their argument must have woken him up, because he was still rubbing the sleep from one eye.

“Gladio was just leaving,” Ignis said, before Gladiolus even had a chance to open his mouth. Prompto spun his head to look at Gladiolus, noticeably confused.

“Yeah, sure,” Gladiolus confirmed resentfully. If Ignis wanted him gone that badly, Gladiolus wasn’t going to object. And running some sprints to the southern camp was sounding pretty appealing. He could at least check in on Weskham while he was there.

“You’ll be back in just a bit, though,” Prompto said quickly. “Right?”

“We’ll see,” Gladiolus replied. When neither of them replied, he added, “Call me if something important happens.” As he walked out of the room, he heard Prompto quietly asking Ignis if he needed anything.

Felicity sat in the center of a small sailboat between four crates of fish. She was headed back to Altissia to unload her catch and deliver one crate to each of the four relief kitchens that the city had set up. One week had passed since Leviathan’s awakening; the First Secretary and the Empire made sure the necessities were handled before focusing on clean up and repair.

After Felicity’s confrontation with Gifre, she had been herded by an Imperial relief force to long rows of tents set up at the outskirts of the city. Not even a full day later, they found her again - one among a short list of names that had classified themselves as a fisherman during the internment process - and herded her to the only pier that had survived Leviathan’s awakening. They had assigned her a number and a boat, much smaller than the Cormoran, and tasked her with filling four crates of fish every day. The Empire hadn’t given Felicity much of a choice, but she didn’t mind providing fish for the city’s recovery.

Three working boys were waiting at the docks as Felicity finished her approach. She barely finished tying off the boat when they grabbed the crates for their respective chefs and began pushing their way through the crowd of people gathered. The crowd wasn’t there for food - the Empire had provided enough ration vouchers for each of them. Instead, they spent their time begging and bribing the fishermen to take them to Lucis to go home, to start a new life, or to just be anywhere other than Altissia. The Empire wasn’t allowing any transport away from the city, so the fishermen’s boats were their only hope.

Felicity double checked that her fishing gear was tied off and that her map and compass were secure in her waist pouches. She lifted the final crate out of the boat, intended for Weskham’s tent, and began pushing her way through the crowd. People immediately started shouting at her from all sides and shoving money pouches in her face as they tried to garner sympathy or intimidate her into helping them get to Lucis. Felicity set her mouth in a thin line and continued pushing through with no response. She wished she could help them, but one less boat bringing in fish meant less food for everyone.

As she got closer to the Imperial tent, where each fisherman had to check out in the morning and check back in at night, the crowd’s volume dropped to whispers before suddenly ending several paces from the tent. They hadn’t taken long to learn the consequences of an Imperial overhearing their attempts to illegally get out of the city.

Felicity quickly filled in her catch amount in the log, beneath the writing of the three worker boys that had taken her other crates. A young Imperial soldier hovered over her shoulder as she finished, and the way he read her record aloud, she knew he was new to the post.

The Imperial smirked, “So Merric failed to pick up the last load.”

Felicity shook her head. “I told him not to. I prefer to deliver it myself, sir.”

The soldier clucked his tongue at her. “Not your decision to make.”

“So long as the delivery is done, does it really matter who makes it?” Felicity asked. She gave the soldier a shrug and a smile before picking up the crate again. The soldier mumbled under his breath, but waved her on.

Felicity’s smile dropped as soon as her back was to the soldier. In truth, Felicity learned from Weskham that Merric, the fourth working boy, only had a younger brother left for family after the chaos from a week prior. Ever since, Felicity tried to make sure she would be the last boat to dock, so Merric could go off his shift early and take care of his brother. She knew it wasn’t much, but since the only inconvenience of it was to herself, she had to do what she could.

Felcity entered the perimeter of the southern camp where Weskham’s food station resided. The Empire and First Secretary had set up each of the chefs with a larger tent than most, in exchange for help preparing food for the people in their respective camps. As Felicity got closer, she heard Weskham talking to a deep-voiced man inside.

“And where are you headed?” Weskham asked.

“The tomb at Cartanica,” the other man replied.

Felicity rounded the corner, clearing her throat. I doubt I was supposed to hear that.

“Ah, welcome!” Weskham motioned towards his stove in the corner. “In the usual place.” The man sitting at the long table inside tensed and eyed Felicity suspiciously. He had more muscles than even the ironsmith, brazenly on display beneath an unbuttoned shirt. Felicity averted her eyes and carried the crate over to the corner indicated.

“Are you going by boat the whole way?” Weskham asked the man. Felicity waited for his reply, but before it came, Weskham spoke again, “Don’t worry about her. She can be trusted.”

“Yeah,” the man said after another second. Felicity had never seen him before at Mhaago, but the way he so quickly accepted Weskham’s judgement, he had to be someone who knew Weskham well. “It’ll take a while, since we’ll only travel in the day,” he continued. “Won’t know enough of where we’re going to travel at night.”

Felicity snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh. Guppies. She looked up to see him raising his eyebrows at her, and she couldn’t tell if the look on his face was from annoyance, amusement, or both.

“You don’t need to know where you’re going to travel at night by boat,” she clarified.

“That so?” the man asked.

Felicity nodded. “All you need is a compass and a good map.” From his work counter, Weskham chuckled softly.

The man crossed his arms and made a noise of contemplation. “Hm. Don’t suppose you mind sharing the how of all that,” he said.

Felicity gave him a knowing smile then walked to the empty side of the table. She pulled out her map and opened it to the sea around Accordo, then set her compass on top. “Here,” she said. “Easier if I show you.”

The man came over and leaned over her shoulder to look at the map. Felicity tensed up, despite silently reminding herself not all men were leches like Roux. To her relief, the man took a step back from her and leaned on the edge of the table instead. She cleared her throat, then pointed to a spot in the sea.

“Say you’re here. And you want to go over here,” she dragged her finger across the map to another point. “You’ll want to sail west-north-west, and go a total of ten miles.”

The man nodded along as she spoke.

“If you know how fast you’re going, and have a way to keep time, you know how far you’ve travelled,” Felicity finished. “Just be sure you know exactly where you are before you start.”

“Seems easy enough,” he said. “But what about rocks and shit?”

“Maps are good for more than just directions,” Felicity stated. She pointed at a few symbols that littered the area between Accordo and Lucis. “Those indicate rocky waters. Stay clear of those at night, and you should be fine.”

The man smiled at her and crossed his arms once again. “Last question. Where can I find a good map and compass?”

Felicity smiled back. It had been far too long since someone had genuinely asked for her advice, and even longer since they had taken it. “Take those,” she offered.

He raised his eyebrows at her again. “Won’t you need them?”

She shrugged, “Nah, I know these waters well enough. And if I do need another set, I can get them easier than you could.”

“Thanks,” the man mumbled as he worked on folding up the map.

“Just remember, lad,” Weskham chimed in, “Speed doesn’t help if you’re dead before you get there.”

“I just want all this done with as quick as possible,” the man said. He tucked the map and compass into his pockets. “I should get back. Take care of yourself, Weskham.”

“You as well,” Weskham replied. “Give my regards to the others.” The man nodded his agreement, then left the tent.

As soon as the man was gone, Weskham turned his attention to Felicity. “How are you doing? What news is there from the docks?”

“Nothing new,” Felicity replied as she took a seat at the table. “More people arriving daily, getting more desperate to get away.”

Weskham nodded. “I imagine the crowd will only continue to grow.” He paused, then asked, “Has there been any word of the crew from the Cormoran?”

Felicity shook her head, but averted her eyes. Weskham already knew most of the crew had perished, but she hadn’t told him the details of her final encounter with Gifre. She certainly didn’t regret anything she had done, but Gifre was the first man she had killed that wasn’t an order from someone else. It was easy to ignore emotional burden of the decision to take someone's life when it could be excused as just following directions.

“Well,” Weskham said, filling the brief silence, “If they never find the captain, I for one wouldn’t be disappointed.” Felicity gave him a grateful smile in return. “Did I ever tell you about the time Clarus fought off pirates during one of our fishing trips?”

“You have,” Felicity replied as her smile grew into a grin. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

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Silly Antics

HEADCANON: SILLY ANTICS

Request: Chocobros reacting to the other chocobros doing silly antics? Doesn't have to have reader but its up to you if your prefer writing with reader. Happy writing!

A/N: I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you were really looking for but i honestly had so much fun writing this omg so I really hope you guys enjoy! It’s taken me like three hours to write lmao rip to meeeeee

credit to all rightful owners of pictures/gifs.

NOCTIS: OKAY SO NOCTIS RIGHT? I feel as though Noct would have various reactions to whoever is doing something stupid or silly. So I’m just gonna write down some scenarios for each of the chocobros and his reactions. This is how it’ll go for the others too!

Reacting to Ignis: ALRIGHT SO THIS MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT HE ALWAYS SEEMS PRETTY CALM AND COLLECTED AND COOL BUT HE’S GOTTA BREAK THAT AT SOME POINT RIGHT??? So this is how I imagine a hypothetical scene would go:

Ignis would have a shit ton of Ebony because we all know Iggy. He loves his goddamn Ebony. Alright so he’d probably have like… I don’t know… Let’s just say about 5-8 cups of it. So at this point everyone would start noticing how Iggy is getting a little jittery and shit and Noct would be like…

“You okay, Specs?” like Noct would be a worried little shit at first and then Ignis would go batshit crazy on him.

“OF COURSE I’M OKAY NOCT WHY WOULDN’T I BE?” and Iggy would just start speaking really fast and loud and his reserved nature has now been compromised. So let’s just say at camp, or if they were back in Lucis and this whole war never happened (HAHAHHAHAHAHAH I WISH THAT WAS THE CASE THEN MY HEART WOULDN’T BE SO FUCKING BROKEN) Ignis would be going nuts with the cooking. He’d be making a mess of things, ingredients would be everywhere and a whole lot of “THAT’S IT! I’VE COME UP WITH A NEW RECIPE!” would be shouted for all of Eos to hear.

Okay so back to Noct’s reaction. Seeing as Iggy is too busy cooking and baking new things or whatever, Noct would enlist the help of Prompto. As Prompto is the one with the camera, Noct would immediately come to the idea of filming Ignis as he was doing his little shenanigans.

After everything that has been said and done, I think ultimately, Noctis would use this as some sort of leverage??? Like he would use it as blackmail if he had an S/O or something and he’d be like, “Don’t you dare sneak any more vegetables in my meals or I will send this to (Y/N)” and Ignis would have this internal conflict on whether or not he should keep sneaking veggies in Noct’s food or if he wants the love of his life to see how silly he is when he has wayyyy too much Ebony to drink!

Reacting to Gladio: alright so Gladio… the muscles of the group… he must have A LOT of confidence if he’s wearing nothing but a button-up shirt that’s you know… unbuttoned….

ALRIGHT LET’S GOOOOOO! So here’s the situation: Behind the scenes, Gladio literally pumps himself up in the mirror to help his confidence. Or you know… he’ll give himself pep talks at the gym even though people can hear him. So let’s just say one day when Noctis goes to hit up the gym or the bathroom or something, he hears this low voice that he recognizes as Gladio’s. And what he hears makes him want to eavesdrop a little more.

*Gladio, flexing his arms* “Oh yeah, look at the size of those arms. You’re doing real well with keeping yourself in shape.”

Noctis would then have to cover his mouth because he doesn’t want to blow his cover.

“Look at those abs though… you can count each of them… they’re all distinguished baby… I wonder if women ever look at them and swoon…”

This statement causes Noct to have to bite his knuckle right because… well… I mean that’s what I would do.

Then Noctis would hear a something that sounded like a kiss. Noctis would wonder if someone might be in the room with Gladio, but with the statements he’s made so far, Noctis thinks it would be unlikely.

“With these guns, there’s no way anyone could get to the Prince. I am an Amicitia. I am the King’s shield. With my body, it’s undeniable.” (I mean come on… this man deserves more love. HE’S HOT AF??? AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS SO?)

Reacting to Prompto: so well… there could be soooo many things that Prompto could be doing that’s silly. I mean… come on. It’s hard to choose just one?? But whatever. He’s a skirt-chaser… I guess we can start with that.

OKIE DOKIE HERE’S WHAT’S GOING ON this boy….. He loves his women. He doesn’t really care what shape or size they are or what color of skin they are. He can appreciate all women equally. (I’m sure men too!) Alright so we all know he’s smitten with both Cindy and Aranea. So could there possibly be a “cat fight” that’ll happen??? Well… in Prompto’s head… it does happen.

Noctis will be up late in one of the caravan’s when he hears a familiar voice… most likely dreaming…. Talking in his sleep. He knows that it’s not right to listen in but he can’t help it. Prompto’s his best friend. He can’t pass up an opportunity like this.

“Ladies, ladies, it’s alright. No need to fight. There’s plenty of me to go around.” Sure, Prompto might be sleeping but that doesn’t mean he can’t do gestures too, right??? So yeah. Imagine that line how you will.

Noctis would open the door slowly and get back to his bed, laying down listening in on his buddy.

“Cindy, Aranea… there’s no need to worry. Honestly. I can be shared.”

Noctis is now trying to imagine what they might be saying in his dream based on his reactions. So he takes his phone out and begins to record Prompto, deciding to show it to him in the morning… maybe have Gladio and Ignis help role-play this out or something, right? So let’s just say Gladio would be Aranea and Iggy would be Cindy.

This is how the morning would go. Noctis has scripted it all, and has woken the two up early to make sure Prompto isn’t aware of what’s happening. The minute Prompto walks out of the caravan/tent/room, they would all start the scene.

Gladio, using a higher pitched voice would say something like this: “Prompto! Tell Cindy you’re mine.”

Ignis, trying to imitate Cindy’s southern drawl: “Aw hell no! I’ve known Prompto longer than you have! He’s mine! Ain’t that right sweetie?”

After a short scene like that, Prompto would be blushing and would ask Noct about it. To which he would answer with the recording.

IGNIS: okay so this beautiful motherfucker tends to have this whole ideal of like… I’m tired of this shit type attitude with whoever is doing silly things. So here’s how this would go:

Reacting to Noctis:

Alright so we all know that Noctis hates his vegetables. Now, I wouldn’t call this a silly antic but definitely something I could see this boy doing. So at camp, Ignis decides to make this like… very nutritious meal that will boost HP and stamina and all these other attributes. But that means having a lot of nutrient rich foods, which normally means… vegetables. Possibly some beans. Who knows??? This man can cook anything.

Anways, as soon as dinner has been served, Noctis will take one look at it and go, “Yech. There’s way too many vegetables, Iggy.”

Ignis would immediately look at him with dagger-like eyes and respond with something like, “Do I have to feed it to you?”

Noctis of course, would deny it and poke at his food a lot before even taking a bite of it. As soon as Ignis looks away, he gives his food to the Chocobo. The chocobo would eat it happily but Ignis would know.

He would facepalm it really hard and keep shaking his head.

He would think to himself, “I put so much time and effort into coming up with that recipe. That boy is so ungrateful. I cannot believe. This is just… disheartening. How is this boy going to gain any muscle?”

The rest of the night would be filled with tension all because Noctis decided to not eat his vegetables.

Reacting to Prompto:

ALRIGHT GUYS TBH I THINK THAT IF ANYONE WOULD MAKE IGGY GET IN THAT WHOLE I’M DONE WITH THIS SHIT MOOD IT WOULD BE PROMPTO. So in all honesty, I think the Chocobros would be riding in the Regalia, going on a very scenic route. This would cause Prompto to ask Noct every like five minutes if they can take a photo. Noctis, being his best friend would say yes. And this makes Specs unhappy. It’s wasting gas, and it’s going to take at least ten times as long to get to the final destination.

So Ignis would be driving, and at one of the photo ops, before he gets out Ignis would literally just start banging his head on the wheel because he’s just so daMN FRUSTRATED LIKE GET THIS GUY A DRINK!

As they’re walking to the destination, Prompto would look over at Noctis and ask, “What’s wrong with Ignis?”

Noctis would shrug but Prompto in his head, knew what could possibly be wrong with him.

That being said, with every photo taken that day, Prompto made an effort to make sure that he covered Ignis in every shot.

By the end of the day when everyone was looking at the photos, Ignis would be fuming and would shoot a nasty glare at Prompto, causing him to run. Ignis would chase him around the whole town or rest area and would not stop until he got Prompto.

Prompto would keep pushing Iggy’s buttons by saying he didn’t know what the big deal was and with every laugh, it fueled Ignis even more.

Reacting to Gladio:

Ignis, again being the snarky bastard, would say, “There will be no guarantees.”

Here’s the deal. I honestly think that Iggy would catch Gladio watching a dramatic soap opera or something. GUYS CAN LOVE DRAMAS TOO YOU KNOW. So Ignis would look at him suspiciously, not knowing this little fun fact about him. He did a pretty damn good job keeping it a secret from everyone.

Ignis started analyzing it, realizing that having Iris as a little sister must have prompted him to start watching these shows as a time passer type of thing.

Gladio would be too engulfed in his show to notice that Ignis was even there. As the show progresses, the sadder it got. This caused Gladio to start sniffling and tearing up, making Ignis want to take some sort of initiative to make sure that Ignis had leverage on him.

Ignis would walk over and seem “concerned” for him. He knew the minute he tapped him on the shoulder he would put his phone away to make it seem like there is no evidence of him watching a drama.

“Gladio, are you alright?” he would ask, but not in a concerned tone. No, Ignis can be a little snarky bastard. He’d say it with a smirk on his face. (HIS DAMN SMIRK THOUGH? AM I THE ONLY ONE SWOONING RIGHT NOW????)

Gladio, like predicted, threw his phone down and wiped his eyes, looking at Ignis.

“I’m fine. There was just something in my eye.”

Ignis would raise an eyebrow and respond with something like…. “Are you sure about that…? I’m pretty sure I saw you watching Iris’ favorite show…”

Gladio would go super duper red and look away from him, causing Ignis to lean back on the couch or chair.

“You tell anyone and I will kill you.”

PROMPTO: with this one right here I think he would definitely be either the one to encourage the silly antics to continue, document the whole entire thing, or even just like… join in on the fun. Honestly though I think Prompto would be the one to do the silly antics, not reacting to them. Sooooo let’s see how I decide to write this LMAO

Reacting to Noctis:

So you know how he always asks Noctis what kind of pictures he wants to see more of? Well, Prompto would come up with this brilliant idea to make a montage of every time he KO’d and give it to him as a wedding present or something.

Prompto would purposely not help him out of danger or anything. Instead, he would ask Ignis and Gladio to wait a few seconds before helping him so he could get a picture of him.

Every once in awhile, Prompto would ensure that he got a few embarrassing photos of Noctis. THE PRINCE IS A HUMAN BEING HE CAN HAVE EMBARRASSING MOMENTS TOO LIKE MAYBE PICKING HIS NOSE OR SNEEZING REALLY AWFULLY OR CHOKING ON FOOD OR SOMETHING YOU FEEL?

Alright so to get payback on Gladio for leaving the group briefly, he enlists the help of Prompto to have a glass of water ready for to dip Gladio’s fingers in. You know, the ol’ I peed myself trick? Yeah, that’s what Noctis wanted to do. But instead, Prompto decided to take things into his own hands.

The night before it was supposed to happen, Prompto decided to do that trick to Noctis. And of course, Prompto being the king of this sort of stuff, it worked. And Prompto had it all on camera.

Noctis would be super embarrassed and ashamed and Prompto would feel bad about it, but not bad enough to erase the pictures.

Reacting to Ignis:

OKAY SO IN MY PERSONAL OPINION I SEE IGNIS AS A GUY WHO LIKES TO SING IN HIS SPARE TIME. So here’s little Prompto, who we all know loves to sing. Whether it be the victory fanfare, or the chocobo theme, the guy loves to sing. In public. Very loudly. So as the Chocobros are on a journey, Prompto discovers this hidden talent that Ignis has.

While Ignis is filling up on gas or something, he begins to hum along. A song that Prompto is familiar with. Of course, Prompto had to hear him as they were all walking out from the store in order to get more potions and stuff.

Back in the Regalia, Prompto would play the song and see if Ignis would react. Ignis begins to tap his hand on the steering wheel and Prompto knew he was making progress.

After they get to their next destination, Ignis decides to take a shower. Prompto smiles to himself because he knows he got the tune stuck in his head. Prompto being Prompto, listens in.

He is not disappointed. Ignis begins to sing the song and of course, Prompto recorded it. When he steps out of the shower Prompto begins to sing it and gives Ignis a big grin.

Ignis narrows his eyes but begins to sing with him. Noctis and Gladio come back from fishing and see the two of them singing their hearts out, and they all decided to join in. (IMAGINE THIS LIKE WITH THE EYE OF THE TIGER OR BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY WITH A BUNCH OF UR PEEPS RIGHT? LIKE THAT’S HOW THIS SCENE IS GOING RN.)

Reacting to Gladio:

Gladio I’ve noticed, seems like he’s more of a ladies’ man than Prompto is??? Like I feel like with Sonia and stuff and even possibly Cindy??? So here Gladio is, being the attractive motherfucker he is, he’s talking to Cindy. One of the woman that Prompto loves.

Being the jealous guy that he is, says, “That son of a bitch!”

So he decides that he wants to sabotage Gladio every time he talks to a lady. If he can’t get himself a lady, Gladio can’t either.

As time progresses, every time Gladio is caught with a woman, Prompto will walk over there and ruin the moment somehow. It could be like a “We’ve gotta go! Prince’s orders!” to just like an embarrassing story that he would just randomly tell the person.

Gladio would get upset. He would look at Prompto and be like “Why the hell did you do that?”

Prompto would fold his arms and look away from him, mumbling quietly, “Because I’m jealous.”

Gladio would of course ask him to repeat it, but Prompto denies it.

One day as they make a pitstop in Hammerhead, Gladio is seen talking to Cindy. Prompto gets all worked up and decides to run over there, to which Cindy replies, “Hey cutie!”

Prompto looks over at Gladio and asks, “What did you say to her?”

Gladio just smirks and looks over at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m being your wingman. You can thank me later.”

GLADIO: I think Gladio would honestly be the one to make fun of all of them. Like he’s the big brother of the whole group, ya feel???

Reacting to Noctis:

Alright alright alright! Sooooooooo we’re almost finished here. Oh boy. So as they’re training and stuff, Noctis is trying to lift weights and stuff and Gladio would look at him and in his head be like, “Weak. I could lift ten times that weight.”

So Gladio would walk over there and try to help push Noctis to do more, but Noctis doesn’t.

Gladio would shake his head and show him up, lifting much more than Noct.

Noctis would fold his arms and glare at Gladio.

“Show off.” he would scoff.

Gladio would smirk and say, “Oh come on, Noct. You always say you have muscle. Now’s the time to show it.”

Noctis accepts the challenge and tries to lift even more than before. Ignis is freaking out in the corner while Prompto is cheering him on.

Gladio watches, making sure to help if things get too bad. He stands by, but is impressed by Noctis’ strength. After he successfully lifts that weight, Noct looks at Gladio and glares.

“I hate you. I’m all gross and sticky and now I’m tired.” Noctis would complain.

“Yeah yeah, that was pretty good. For you.” Gladio would chuckle.

Reacting to Ignis:

Okay so for this I imagine Gladio helping Ignis shop for ingredients and shit. In my head it plays out a little bit like this:

“Here’s that Lucian tomato you wanted, Iggy.”

“Thank you, Gladio… wait… this one is too ripe. Would you grab another?”

Gladio would look at him in disbelief. To Gladio, a tomato is a tomato. He didn’t really care if something was too ripe or not ripe enough.

So Gladio would do as he’s told, grumbling to himself.

“What the hell is too ripe? What the hell isn’t too ripe? Damn, Iggy. This is why I didn’t want to come shopping with you in the first place.”

Gladio would come back to Ignis with new tomatoes, and luckily they were up to his expectations. However, everything else he grabbed for Ignis was not.

Gladio got so frustrated that he ended up having a sort of break down.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT! I DON’T SPEAK CHEF. YOU GOTTA DUMB IT DOWN FOR ME IGGY. I DON’T GO OUT PICKING VEGETABLES AS OFTEN AS YOU DO. I CAN’T DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN RIPE AND NOT RIPE. I KNOW A GOOD PIECE OF MEAT WHEN I SEE ONE THOUGH.”

Ignis would just look at him and tell him to quiet down. “This is why you are here. You are learning. Just like Noctis and Prompto had to learn. Now calm down, the people will start looking at you.”

Gladio’s eye would twitch the entire rest of the grocery store.

Reacting to Prompto:

Here’s how things would go with Prompto. Gladio would be talking with Cindy or someone, and Prompto would IMMEDIATELY get jealous. So jealous to the point that he would go to Gladio for help when talking to her.

AND IT’S PROMPTO. HE’S A LADIES’ MAN. HE SHOULDN’T NEED HELP BUT HE’S GETTING DESPERATE.

So Gladio would raise his eyebrow and decided to have some fun with this. “I’ll do it at a price.”

“Okay what price? You name it.”

Gladio had to think about it for a while, but he came up with the perfect idea.

“No talking about Cindy or Aranea or anyone else for a month. We’ve got other priorities. Either that or I take away your camera for a month. Your choice.”

Prompto would go into distress and would even wonder if this was all worth it. No talking about two amazing women for a month or not taking pictures for a month? That’s absolutely absurd!!! So he decides to go with the whole no talking about them for a month. He could still think about them, right?

Gladio’s advice to him: “Don’t try so hard. Just talk to them like you would talk to another person. A friend.”

Prompto’s jaw drops to the ground. THAT WAS ALL THE FUCKING ADVICE HE WOULD GIVE???

“Go give it a try before you give me that look.”

So Prompto does and to his surprise, it works. He scores a date with Cindy and he couldn’t believe it.

Gladio sighs to himself, thinking, “Not even a goddamn thank you.”

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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Cindy and Crowe for the ship ask thing?

WELL WELL

AIN’T THIS AN INTERESTING SHIP, AAAH!

Let’s see what I can do! :3

[[I’ll add a Keep Reading at some point]]

Cindy/Crowe

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning:

It’s a 50/50. Both ladies have to usually be up for work, so that sets their natural clocks for relatively early. Sometimes Cindy wakes up first, sometimes it’s Crowe, it depends mostly in the amount of work they had the previous day, hence how tired they went to bed.

Who’s the one to make breakfast:

50/50 as well, deends on the mood or who wakes up first, but it’s usually Cindy. Despite her energy and great hand at cooking, Crowe is the laziest thing in the morning, so if Cindy could please do the favor instead, that would be great.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed:

50/50, but, once more,it’s usually Cindy. Because of the extreme morning laziness that hits Crowe each day, it’s more tempting that she stays in bed and Cindy brings her breakfast. The first time that happened, Crowe laughed but was a bit shy and asked Cindy to not spoil her because if she barely makes it out of bed, being served breakfast in bed will make it worse and she’ll live in bed eternally. All that Cindy replied was that then they both could stay forever in bed.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work:

Crowe. She knows discipline is important and everything, what with being part of the Glaives, but she likes to take it easy. Crowe thinks it’s useless being early to work if you’ll be stressed all through the day, because “stress will lead to frustration which will lea to you making a very poor job”, and Crowe doesn’t want to be a bad Glaive and Cindy doesn’t want to be a bad mechanic, right? It’s best to lost 5 minutes then be badass for 8 hours than be a useless idiot for 8 hours!

Cindy doesn’t even need all that explanation, but she likes to hear Crowe and, in some way, she shares the philosophy.

Guess who are the best at their jobs because they arrive fresh and happy every morning kasjdsahf.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day:

Crowe. While Crowe is the best mage Glaive and a very hard working soldier, she also knows when to take it easy. Cindy doesn’t; she can’t stop her hands from coming and going everywhere, she’s always working. Hence, a stressed Crowe reaching her limits, suggesting they skip one day to go back refreshed the following day (we don’t want to be useless idiot, do we? HAsdjkahf, these two dorks).

Who chooses the movies:

Both. Both look at the available titles together, one reads a title, the other says yes or not, the other agrees, and they move on until the other disagrees, they shortly talk about why they should or not watch that one, and finally decide together.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together:

Crowe. She thinks that Cindy is absolutely adorable when she’s so attentive so a movie or cartoon, likes the way Cindy smiles and how her eyes look all shiny. It starts because Crowe got distracted with her eyes, until she wants to reach close to kiss her cheek. She usually tries to leave it there, but if she wants more, she’ll take a popcorn, tell Cindy to open wide, and when Cindy takes a bite of the popcorn Crowe will get close to kiss her on the lips.

From that point on it’s difficult to get Crowe off her. Even more difficult to want to.

Who orders lunch:

Crowe. Mostly when she gets tired or feels too lazy to cook by herself. She’ll always ask Cindy if she’s fine with it, and she usually is.

Truth be told, Cindy had troubles adapting to the greasy food (she’s more into fresh veggies and fruit, as compared to Crowe’s spicy and hot stuff), but eventually both found something in between to share. They’re nerds for ordering sushi.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking:

Cindy. She’s super, extra, hyper curious about everything, and this includes food.

Because she and Crowe have different tastes when it comes to food, they may usually have different dishes, mostly when they go to eat out or with friends, and Cindy gets super curious about what she’s eating. Mostly because, if they go out, with friends or not, Crowe usually asks for a traditional from Galahd (it’s Nyx and Libertus’ fault she’s so into it), the spicy and greasy sort of food, where Cindy has her average/more veggie-based dish.

So, curious grease.monkey unable to control the curiosity will always stare and stare and stare and before she knows it she’s snatching something from Crowe’s dish.

“I just want to taste”, Crowe has lost count of how many times Cindy has said this. It takes Crowe a bit off guard when Cindy steals something from her dish, but she finds it funny and laughs. She’s taken up to sometimes fork-feed Cindy when she catches her staring.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy:

Cindy. Crowe is the kind to eat and not get sleepy at all (only a few times here and there), but Cindy sure gets sleepy after a good meal. Normally, if it’s a free day or if they have time, Crowe will sit on the couch and Cindy will lie there, her head on the Glaive’s lap, while Crowe either reads something or watches TV while caressing Cindy’s hair.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home:

Crowe. Once more, she’s responsible and hard working, but knows when to take it easy. Besides, there are some days that for her work stays at work and as soon as the shift is over she’s OUT, sometimes she doesn’t want to know more of her job.

Curious overworking Cindy, however, she never knows when to quit. She could spend a whole entire shift without even noticing how late it’s gotten, so you can tell that she sometimes finds some work at home too.

As soon as Cindy wants to fix or upgrade something, she’s gone for the rest of the day, you can’t take her mind or hands off that thing, so Crowe’s learned to distract her from it before she starts. As soon as she sees Cindy lie eyes on something with that curious gleam of hers, Crowe will find a way.

Being a mage has its perks, too. Like when Crowe can bomb the bed and scream calling for Cindy just to distract her from the washing machine she’s about to upgrade into an airship or something.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old:

It’s both, actually. They don’t ask for it like a five year old, but they feel the excitement of a five year old. Usually, they’ll just share a glance if there’s ice-crema nearby, and holding hands both will go running there. Or when one makes the suggestion, the other will for sure leave whatever she’s doing and agree and both will leave for their ice-cream.

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream:

Crowe. She thinks Cindy is the most adorable and charming thing on Eos even above Molbol-kun (but much cuter), and Crowe’s up to take photos of Cindy for herself, or to share in social medias. There’s plenty selfies of them both up on her Kupogram and Libertus is always faving those.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face:

Depends on the mood, the joke can come from either of them, but it’s slightly more frequent that it’s on Crowe’s end. Because she’s staring at Cindy or taking the photo, she’ll sometimes catch glimpse of the dripping ice cream on her mouth. Cindy’s nowhere behind, though; Crowe can get a bit messier when it comes to eating anything (she NYOMS AND CHOMS like she hasn’t eaten in weeks), so it’s even more frequent that Crowe gets the dripping ice-cream on herself.

The joke usually sends both into laughter; no one turns shy.

Who cooks dinner:

It’s 50/50. It depends highly on who’s home first, or who’s less tired. Sometimes they’ll team up for it because both are very tired and they have no other option.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards:

It’s usually both. Crowe has tried to convince Cindy to leave it for tomorrow morning, but Cindy really can’t get her hands off the mess. Crowe will just sihg, roll the eyes, smile, kiss her cheek and whisper “You, workaholic” and will join into helping with the kitchen.

Who stays up until 2 reading:

That’s not frequent in this house because both women are usually wrecked after a working day, and they sleep all through the night. However, if it’s happened before, it’s Cindy; just like Ignis comes up with new recipes, Cindy is often coming up with new upgrades or machines or things to do, and she’s sometimes woken up at 1, grabbed a book or looked for some blueprints or opened her laptop to look for info that she needs to complete her mental maps.

Crowe usually groans into the pillow loud enough to annoy Cindy on purpose until she comes back to bed.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping:

Usually Crowe, when she can. Their sleeping schedules are not too different, so she mostly sleeps when Cindy does too, but sometimes the mechanic naps during the day, or sometimes Crowe’s given late shifts or missions that make her arrive too late, and finds Cindy asleep. Crowe doesn’t stare much because she doesn’t want to bother Cindy, but she does take a bit to look at her, admire her messy hair, and see that precious face sleeping in their bed or somewhere in their house.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep:

Sometimes, while Crowe’s staring, she’ll also lean in for a kiss, but she doesn’t dare to too often because she fears to wake Cindy up. Who kisses the other while they sleep is mostly Cindy; she sometimes wakes up during the night, and always kisses Crowe somewhere almost as if it was necessary to fall back asleep. It’s mostly a 50/50, depending on the situation.

My, this was enjoyable!!

I had heard of rarepairs, but this may as well takethe prize! I had heard of Luna and Crowe or Cindy and Luna, or things involving Aranea, but I never thought about Crowe and Cindy! What a pair they would make, huh!? ♡ ～('▽^人)

I hope I could make this some justice! There’s not much we know about Crowe, and really not THAT much for Cindy either, but I tried my best and I hope that you like it.Thank you for dropping this in! ( ´ ▽ ` )

#crowe/cindy #cindy x crowe #the bike gals B|#honestly it would be cute #crowe the bike addict and cindy the mechanic #i want this akjsldfklfdaj lkjlskj #coonheadcanons #coonanswers

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