#( EAT THE SEAFOOD IGNIS~ )

[dragoonxdive]

@ervaurem​ said: [FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver. ( from ignis! ofc i had to hehe :3 ) SIMPLE ACTIONS | ACCEPTING

There’s a huge smile on Aranea’s lips at the sight of the seafood. She has come to care for the prince and his friends much than she had first planned. It feels good right now, to just be with them at the campfire. She feels much more COMFORTABLE with them than with most people of Niflheim Empire.

“Thanks, Four-Eyes. You know, that’s my favorite food. You guessed well.” She admits, a playful smirk on her lips. 

[ofgunblades-archived-blog]

@scientiadelicacy

          Downtime was a rarity ---- a luxury the prince and his retainers could hardly afford. Unless, of course, said prince deemed it so, and elected to squeeze some hard-earned fishing time into their busy schedule. While endearing to see Noctis so carefree and in his element, watching someone fish wasn’t high on Lightning’s to-do list. Having grown up in Caem, she’d seen her fair share of it, and if she was to be near the water ( the familiarity of the ocean breeze and the smell of salt visibly soothed her, easing the tension out of her shoulders ), there were better things for her to do.

          Indulging in the ( excessively overpriced ) Galdin cuisine, for one.

          The small shack set up on the edge of the beach looked unassuming enough, but with Ignis in tow, Lightning approached and place two orders of conch fritters ( the chef had no say in whether or not he wished to try the fried sea creature ). She couldn’t help the slightest hint of a smile from curling at her lips when she was handed the order, sliding some gil ( and a tip ) onto the counter before looking at Ignis and jerking her head towards the beach.

          When she went to hand his order to him, he seemed to hesitate, unsure of that kind of animal conch was ( and truly, if he knew before he ate it, he might not want to try it; their shells were beautiful, but the animals within were slimy and unappealing. Frying it simultaneously brought out its flavors and eliminated the gross texture ). ❝ Nope, that’s not allowed, ❞ she scolded, shifting both containers into one hand and grabbing a fritter between her fingers, holding it up to his lips. ❝ Tch. Where’s your sense of adventure? Who knows, you could come up with a recipe. And if you do, we can go diving for ‘em.  ❞ Though she found the very idea of Ignis Scientia diving to be far too amusing.

[oneshortdamnfuse]

I have this headcanon that Noctis has a digestive disorder. To preface my explanation, I have a few digestive disorders. This is informed by that fact:

We know Noctis doesn't like to eat his vegetables. I like most vegetables. However, there are a lot that I can't properly digest. So, eating them causes pain or discomfort. The pain makes me unhappy and fearful at times of eating them.

Ignis is often on Noctis' case to eat them. Similarly, my mother and I argue about the lack of vegetables in my diet. Despite knowing I can't eat a lot of them, she will exclaim "...but they're so healthy for you!" to which I have to explain, "Not for me."

Noctis prefers seafood and fish. I also prefer seafood and (raw) fish because it's easier for me to digest. I experience little to no pain from it.

So there. That's my headcanon for why Noctis doesn't like to eat his vegetables.

[ekleipsi]

silk cloth was wrapped around husband's eyes, claws finding his hands to hold with a tender kiss pressed to his forehead to calm and reassure. " i want you to guess the taste, " he explained the point of the game, before disappearing briefly to bring over the assortment of snacks he'd prepared for the ocassion-- naturally he couldn't have let the bird see prematurely. thumb brushed over lips to encourage them to part, so that he could carefully settle a piece of strawberry upon tongue. it was just that at first-- simple enough tastes to identify, before things like different kinds of cheese and seafood were introduced into the mix. " i saved the best for last, though... " the hum was almost conspirational in nature, prolonging the anticipation by not offering anything for a minute. another faint noise to draw attention, before his own lips were pressed to the other's.

--- He was tense, that much was obvious. The initial suggestion had been one thing and he’d grinned and jokingly laughed about it- naturally he agreed, because what was better than playing games with your husband, blindfolded? However, much like his beau...to remove his most keen sense, the one he relied upon, was no easy task to deal with. Anxiously he’d begun to squirm the moment silk met his eyes, Digits tightly squeezed and clung to clawed hands, holding tight to his mate’s palm even as kiss was pressed to forehead. 

--- The warmth was comforting, and he inhaled heavily, audibly, before nodding at the explanation of the “game” they were playing. ‘ Okay. ‘ he whispered out, tone and tense tense and a bit hoarse before a noise of surprise and confusion fell past lips as the other pulled away rom him, stepping away and almost immediately bringing the falcon to his feet to follow in something akin to panick and distress. He was back quickly enough though, settling bird back down into his seat with a disgruntled expression and a pout upon lips- lips that parted the moment thumb brushed against them. 

--- Easy enough to guess the moment delicate fruit met his tongue, he snapped teeth shut and then grinned, laughing. ‘ This is so easy- strawberry. You eat these like-- well, you drink these like every day. ‘ he chuckled, rolling his eyes from beneath their cover. He was positive he wouldn’t know any of the fancier kinds of snacks or cheeses the other had to offer though and sure enough, the moment a bit of different cheese was settled into his mouth, his brow just furrowed with a huff. 

--- ‘ Well it’s cheese. ‘ he scoffed, as if that answer was enough and would get him by, though the hound’s chuckle and gentle chastising made him complain. Attempting to guess the only two cheeses he knew- two entirely different ones, at that. ‘ Parmesan? Cheddar!? ‘ Neither of which were correct. A huff, giving up before being told it was manchego. ‘ Who even cares. ‘ another firm pout, cheeks puffing- he couldn’t see, but kisses were pressed to either cheek. When another was pressed to lips, crunchier and warmer, he grinned widely in knowledge. ‘ Chicken nugget! ‘ exclamation was eager, happy.

--- After the guesses of seafood and berries, exotic fruits, his attention perked at hearing that the best would be saved for last. He didn’t quite know what kind of food was better than chicken nuggets, but he waited patiently and eagerly only for nothing to come for quite a long stint of time. ‘ Well? ‘ a petulant mutter, before mouth was suddenly sealed over his own. The taste of sulfur and smoke was so strong, lips so warm- he’d know this taste anywhere. Despite the blindfold, palms lifted to cup and hold at cheeks, cradling jaw and face with an easygoing smile. 

--- ‘ Well I’d know this taste anywhere. It’s absolute babe. Lover. Husband...there’s no mistaking it... ‘ he mumbled out, lifting fingers to pull the blindfold down before leaning up to press lips to Ignis’ in another engaging a smooth kiss.

[blossattic]

Headache

✦ Ignis Scientia x Carmen Mirabile (+ Chocobros & Honey) . : Word count: 1058 . : Warnings: SFW. Romance. Original Character.

Summary: Carmen, who is dealing with a strong headache, decides to stay indoors instead of getting to enjoy the beach. Ignis joins her to keep her company and help her feel better.

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Galdin Quay had one of the most amazing and relaxing views in all Eos. Never ending blues and clear sands, the alluring smell of seafood nearby and also the nice accomodations were a luxury they got to enjoy so little...

...and a great headache kept Carmen from enjoying the most lovely evening on the beach.

With her head pounding, she retorted to staying inside their suite, barely looking over a magazine that was there as she waited for the medicine to kick in. She didn't want to lay down, too stubborn, thinking it would pass soon enough to be dozing off in the middle of the day.

With a grumpy sigh, she closed her eyes and tried to relax. In the nice silence that accompanied her in that room, she tried to focus on the whistle of the wind outside, the murmur of the sea and the laughter. She imagined the hard volleyball battle Prompto had set up with Honey, probably against Gladio and Noct. She could hear the blonde's cheers and complains, as well as Gladio's victorious yells.

The tambourine and drums parading inside her head made her groan.

"Love, how are you feeling?"

Carmen heard the click of the door and her eyes opened to gaze tiredly at the dark silluette aproaching. She gave Ignis a weak smile and rested her head on her hand as she propped an elbow on the table, sighing at the nice fragrance of the tea he brough in with him.

"My head is pounding~", the last word was dragged and the man nodded empathetically, sitting in front of her in the small table. "I'll birth an Astral through my head."

Ignis chuckled at that, shaking his head in amusement.

"Have you taken some medicine?", he asked softly, mindful of how his voice could aggravate her headache. 

A hand came to squeeze and caress the one she had over the magazine, the other brushing hair out of her eyes. Carmen nodded and straightened, thanking him for the cup of tea he had graciously brought and moved closer for her to drink. A sip of it had her breathing deeply while her mouth palated the flavors carefully. The cookies on the side were a nice touch.

Ignis was a lovely, considerate man, and while she felt a little guilty for having him miss the fun while being there accompanying her, she deeply appreciated him looking after her.

Ignis let her sip the tea slowly, continuing caressing the back of her hand with an idle thumb, making small comments about how the match was playing out. A particular comment made her almost snort, as he described how both teams had made the other literally eat sand at one point or another and how victory dances became a thing to celebrate each point won.

"It's a shame you are not participating", Carmen added, setting the teacup on it's saucer. "It would have been quite the sight to see you dance over and over again." 

He simply squeezed her hand and smiled.

"My partner is not able to play and dance with me for now."

Ignis "Smooth" Scientia, making Carmen blush effectively without much fanfare. 

They kept the conversation light and simple, focusing on more mundane things than anything else, and Ignis kept a sharp eye on her every expression and movement. As the chat progressed and Carmen kept sneaking gentle pressures to her temples, Ignis noticed how it could work on her favor if done properly rather than just a sporadical massage.

"Does acupressure help?"

Carmen pondered over his question, her eyes flinching at the bright light that suddenly engulfed the room as a cloud passed and stopped hiding the sun. Closing her eyes and focusing only on the pressure helped a lot. She nodded a couple of times.

"Yes. It eases the pounding a little."

"Give me a moment, then."

Carmen felt and heard him rise from his spot rather than properly see him. The rustling of a bag, then the curtains drawing close and the light changing in the room made her take a peek at what he was doing. Ignis approached the table once more, cleared from the teacup and the saucer, and Carmen saw him slowly take off his gloves. The motions were simple, economical, and drew her eyes in inmediately. The atmosphere was quite the intimate one and made her heart pound a little quicker.

Ignis took his time to unscrew the small vial of peppermint essecial oil Honey kept in her belongings and was meant for the party to use. After effectively diluting it, he carefully wetted the pads of both pointer and middle fingers of both hands with it and rubbed them slowly to warm them up. The fragrance alone made her shoulders relax.

"Allow me", Ignis said slowly, his voice dropping some more as he scooted closer.

Carmen only combed her hair back behind both ears and moved a touch forward, easing her arms over the table top and closing her eyes gently.

The pressure came, slow and steady, as his fingers rubbed over her temples in gentle motions mimicking a circle. The massage distracted her and pleasantly lulled her. There was no other sound besides the shuffling of fabric and her murmured noises of relieve as the tingling sensation of the oil did its magic. At some point, Carmen noticed how the pressure wasn't as strong as before on her temples but somehow there was something near her lips. Warm and present. Tentatively, she pressed forward and was met with welcoming lips and a soft noise from his part.

Of course, the massage was no more, as the oil was mostly absorbed by her skin, Ignis focused on how gentle and lazy they could kiss without disrupting their postures too much. As they moved a little bit closer, Carmen snickered softly at how her nose bumped his glasses. They pulled back then, Ignis to take them off and Carmen to gaze tenderly at him as she craddled his face with one hand and guided him back once more. 

"Feeling any better?", Ignis asked almost over her lips and Carmen had to resist the temptation to kiss him again.

"Yes... Stay?"

Ignis' reply came only after he properly rested his forehead on hers.

"Of course."

Sometimes the best medicine was indeed love.

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[chilledfoodtin]

Ignis’ Favorite Foods (And What They Say About Him)

1. Fluffy Chiffon Cake

This is my favorite of Ignis’ favorites.  Chiffon cake is one of the bets cakes. I it’s light, airy and not too sweet.  It’s also one of the newest--it has only been around since the 1920s.  An American insurance salesman invented the cake, but he carefully guarded the recipe.  He served the cake at a chain of restaurants in Hollywood (The Brown Derby) where it became popular with celebrities.  It was eventually sold to General Mills and the recipe was released nationwide in 1947.  It was backed by a big marketing campaign that made it a hit (source).

Ignis initially seems like a man who isn’t much for desserts and sweets, so this favorite surprised me, but I immediately found it endearing.  This no nonsense, hard working badass loves chiffon cake.  After a little investigation, I discovered that Japan has its own unique take on chiffon cake that may help explain Ignis’ love for it.  Japanese Chiffon cake is very similar to the traditional American recipe, but it’s often prepared in different pans and sliced like the one yousee in game (check out this guide).  It is also prepared as a cupcake--like these Hokkaido chiffon cupcakes.

It’s easy to imagine Ignis coming across one of those Hokkaido style Chiffon cupcakes at an Insomnia coffee shop.  Maybe he frequently stopped at a coffee place that sold them (we know he’s a coffee addict). It makes me happy to think of Ignis enjoying a piece of this cake with a cup of coffee.  It is an uncomplicated pleasure that he richly deserves.

More faves after the cut!

2. Breaded Cutlet with Tomato

This dish looks a lot like Japanese chicken Katsu.  Chicken katsu is similar to Western schnitzel dishes.  It’s got a tasty, crunchy, panko exterior and is often served with a tart sauce (the Japanese version seems to be served with curry quite often).  The FFXV version includes a Lucian tomato sauce.  I wonder if this dish is a bit of a “comfort food” back in Insomnia.  I can imagine Ignis eating a dish like this a lot when he was growing up. It’s hearty, but somehow light and no doubt one of the few dishes involving vegetables that Noctis would readily eat.

3. Fisherman’s Favorite Paella

Paella is a classic (and delicious) Spanish dish (specifically from Valencia).  The word “paella” is derived from the Spanish word for pan -- a reference to the special kind of pan used for paella.  The foundation of a paella dish is saffron infused rice.  The aromatic saffron makes it delicious and gives it the distinctive yellow hue.  There are many kinds of ingredients you can put into a paella--chorizo, chicken, seafood--it all depends on the variety of paella you want.  

Ignis’ favorite paella is a seafood version.  Seafood paella is definitely one of the more popular forms.  All kinds of seafood can be used, but it’s traditional to include some shellfish (like the mussels you see in the photo of Iggy’s favorite).  Paella is a hearty, aromatic dish that is very popular worldwide.  Ignis’ preferred version, though, speaks of someone with slightly more expensive tastes (though that depends greatly on what part of the world you live in).

This dish is acquired by ordering it at the Mother of Pearl restaurant.  Given Ignis’ penchant for seafood, it’s not surprising one of his favorite dishes comes from one of the best seafood restaurants on Eos.  When you visit Galdin Quay, Ignis will “idle” around the Mother of Pearl, watching Coctura cook.  Occasionally, I’ve seen players suggest Ignis has a “crush” on Coctura, but I think this is a professional sort of interest--one chef admiring another.

4. Horntooth Meatpie

I know Ignis only has a British accent in the EN version of the game, but this meat pie is a very Anglo choice.  You get the recipe for this dish by observing a female hunter eating it outside the Meldacio General Store (I’m always amused by scenes like this--4 guys staring at you while you eat).  The fact that it’s a hunter favorite suggests this is a very hearty dish.  This fave is just more evidence that Ignis isn’t particularly snobbish about food.

5. Tomalley-Filled Dumplings

I thought I knew a lot about food going into FFXV, but I had never eaten “tomalley” before and didn’t have a very good idea of what it was.  Some seafood fans probably already know this, but tomalley is actually the pancreas/liver of a cooked shellfish (oftentimes a lobster).  It has a soft green color and, according to Cook’s Illustrated, is valued for its creamy texture and intense flavor.  It’s typically used in sauces or in compound butter.  I was surprised to discover that some people believe it's not safe to eat.  This is due to the fact that tomalley ingestion can sometimes lead to the contraction of “paralytic shellfish poisoning”, but evidently it’s mainly a risk during red tides.  Ignis likes to live on the wild side!  In the JP version, the dish references “kani miso’ which loosely translates to “crab brain”.  The “kani miso” however refers to the same thing tomalley does (a green paste of innards).  Maybe it feels better say you are eating a crab brain instead of a mish mash of its organs?  In any case, it’s also considered a delicacy in Japan.

I think this dish further confirms that Ignis has a refined palate and a taste for expensive seafood.  Someone who frequently eats lobster could very easily develop a taste for the rarer bits of that celebrated crustacean.  Noctis even jokes that Ignis should be thrilled when they fight giant crabs with bone crushing pincers (but Ignis replies “what they have gained in size they will have lost in flavor”).  Apparently Ignis has a shellfish reputation.

To unlock the Tomalley-Filled Dumplings, you have to read Oric’s Culinary Chronicles, entry 5 (which is sitting on a bench near the bridge in Old Lestallum).  It makes sense a story about a “river crawler” would lead to a recipe involving tomalley.  What else can we infer from this?  I’m not sure we can really connect the entry to Ignis (or Old Lestallum).  That said, there was once a theory Ignis was related to Oric, but that will have to wait for another post.

6. Feast of the Divine

Next to Kenny’s Original Recipe, this is the strangest item on Ignis’ list.  This dish is prepared by Gentiana in the Comrades DLC (before Comrades became a standalone you could only acquire te recipe after she made it).  Noctis’ favorite Comrades dish is prepared by Cid, Prompto's is made by Cindy and Gladio’s is prepared by Cor.  Many speculated that Ignis’ fave would be Aranea’s, but not many guessed it would be Gentiana’s.

Genti’s dish is complex and beautiful to look at.  It features extremely expensive ingredients and gives good buffs.  Does Ignis love this dish simply because it is the most sophisticated?  The best tasting?  The most beautiful?  Any of those could be good answers., but if you break out the tinfoil you can go further.  Does Ignis love Gentiana’s dish because he knows her well?  Is Ignis himself some type of astral?  Or a messenger?  

Very far fetched, but since we have very limited background info on Ignis it’s tempting to invent theories to explain his past.

7. Kenny’s Original Recipe

This one is hard to reconcile.  How could a man of such culinary sophistication love something like this??  I’m not even sure what it actually is. It is clearly a salmon fillet, but it’s not clear what is covering it.  Some believe that it’s pastry, others think that it might be a cheese topping like some sort of cursed tuna melt.  Personally, I think it looks like mozzarella cheese.  I did come across a bizarre thing at Japanese KFCs--deep fried salmon bites.  That might be similar to Kenny’s.

You might think this is just something that Ignis settles for when the bros go to the Crow’s Nest--a sort of adaptation to cope with their many visits to Kenny’s place.  This would seem like a good explanation, but he doesn't just tolerate it--he loves it!  The little sprite Ignis leaps for joy when you select it.  It almost seems hypocritical after Ignis’ snarky remark to Prompto implying Crow’s Nest fare was unhealthy and fattening.

It’s possible the dish holds some special place in Ignis’ heart.  It seems like the Crow’s Nest chain is only outside the walls of Insomnia, but it’s possible a Crow’s Nest or two made it into the city.  Maybe Kenny’s Original Recipe reminds Ignis of some fond moments from his childhood.  Maybe it was a dish someone from his family really loved.  Maybe he saw an ad for it when he was small and always wanted to try it.  Maybe his inner Guy Fieri is coming out.  Maybe Kenny intimidated him into liking the dish.  

Who knows, but the fact that Ignis loves this is just one more of the many mysteries about Ignis.

Taken together, these dishes reveal a man who has sophisticated, yet not elitist tastes.  A man who appreciates fine dining and the comfort of a home cooked meal.  Most importantly, we know that he appreciates a good cake.  I hope you get to have all of your favorites today, Ignis.  🎈Happy birthday!! 🎈

[necroticmaster]

Ignis! What's Alexis's favorite dish that you can make?

Alexis said that her favourite dish is sushi so I've spent a significant amount of time and effort mastering how to make all sorts of different kinds of sushi. Even though she has declared sushi as the favourite I notice that she eats all sorts of seafood dishes with enthusiasm. Raw, smoked, grilled, steamed, or deep fried, she loves it. She doesn't seem to be that big of a fan of red meat with the one exception being Behemoth meat strangely enough.

[catlady1986]

THE BEST SMELL IN THE WORLD IS THAT OF THE ONE YOU LOVE.

Chapters: 8/9 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/? Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia,  Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, background characters, others to appear later Additional Tags: ABO, Soulmates, Language, Blood, Depression, Angst, Referenced Masturbation, Deviant Behavior, Blood    

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The big day had finally arrived and the entire city was bursting with life from the celebrations going on. Thankfully everything was going off without a hitch and everyone was having fun. Especially the birthday boy himself and Gladio can’t help but smile at his happy prince being a goof with Prompto, gorging himself on the food Ignis brings over, and dragging the king to dance with him despite the elder not knowing how to do the moves properly. It was great.

But that wouldn’t last for long.

Noct had just finished eating his second helping of cake and was slumped down in his chair, a hand rested upon his stomach in contentment and a huge smile on his face. Gladio snorts and shakes his head, getting a cheeky grin from the newly turned eighteen-year-old.

“Leave me be, it’s my birthday, I can eat all I want.”

“Until you put on a few pounds and can’t fit into your jeans then you’ll complain and blame me for not stopping you.”

“Nah, I’ll just wear sweatpants.”

“Or you can come jog with me early in the morning.”

“Eww no, you get up before seven and that’s inhuman.” Noctis complains and tries sitting up but finds it difficult. He lets out a sigh and tries again yet still can't get up, so he just smiles with his hands out. “Help your prince up, Gladio.”

“Jeez, bossy.” Gladio snorts but does as asked. “Is this what I’m going to have to deal with once you marry and become pregnant?”

Noct turns red and huffs at the older man, but then regains his grin. "Yeah, that’s right. You can rub my feet and bring me food in the middle of the night too.”

“Hell no, that’ll be your spouse’s job.”

There’s a momentary fall in Noct’s smile and Gladio too feels a slight twinge in his chest but he pushes it away as the smile returns. Noctis takes hold of Gladio’s hand once again and gives him a tug towards the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance for a while, burn off some calories.”

“So you can eat more cake?”

“Jerk.”

The two teens step out onto the floor where others are already dancing, a slow song currently playing so Gladio has Noctis take the lead and the two sway together to the melody. Amber eyes peer down into deep blue ones, them seemingly shimmering from the lights radiating from the chandeliers. A strange heat builds in the young shield’s chest and cheeks, his heart thumps in his chest, and he feels like he’s floating on water. Noct smiles tenderly at him, the prince’s own cheeks turning a shade of red as he presses his small frame closer to Gladio’s.

“Hey.” Noct begins, a smile still on his face and eyes half lidding.

“Hey what?”

“I’ve been sniffed by everyone here who hadn’t tried before and not a single one showed any interest outside of the normal creepers who are only interested because I'm a prince.”

“Could be the hanky.”

Noctis shakes his head. “My dad made me remove it when we came to the banquet hall and wash my neck, said that there were more than enough guards to keep me safe and I should start searching for my soulmate. But none of them are.”

“Hmm, you might not have met them yet.” Gladio says and frowns as a slight tightness forms in his stomach.

“Could be.” The teen snuggles closer and rests his head against the larger man’s broad chest. “Or maybe I did and they just can’t tell.”

“Huh?” Gladio stares down in question at the teen who looks up with a smile and the older man feels a strange tingling sensation in his gut.

But then a wince and soft gasp from Noct halts everything.

“Hey, you okay?”

“I-I think s-ngh. Ow, ow.” Noctis cringes and clutches his stomach, trembling slightly and taking deep breaths to try calming himself. It seems to work. “Stomach cramped up.”

“You wanna go sit and rest?”

“Yeah.”

Gladio escorts the prince back over to his seat and calls over a waiter for some water.

“You want me to get the king or someone?”

“N-no. I’m fine.”

“Noctis?” a concerned voice calls out. “Are you unwell?”

Gladio turns to see Ignis looking with great concern at the young prince, yet they turn to irritation when his green eyes shift to Gladio.

“Stomach just started to hurt, that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

Ignis furrows his brows. “You’re pasty and sweating, that is something to worry about.” he tuts and budges past Gladio to place a hand against Noct’s forehead. “You’re burning up. We should inform your father and call it a night. Don’t want to stress your body out any further.”    

“It's fine, the party ends in an hour, I can manage. Plus it wouldn't look good for the prince to leave his own party, would it?”

“I suppose but if you are truly not feeling well then-” Ignis stops talking and becomes tense.

Prompto bounds over gleefully, snapping a couple of photos of the three before looking with concern at his friend.

"Are you okay buddy? You look sick."

"Just my stomach, no big deal."

"Huh, maybe the seafood got to you. You were packing that away earlier."

"Hmm, maybe." Noct says and winces while holding his stomach. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, maybe a good throw up will do the trick."

"Please don't make yourself purge, that's not good for your esophagus." Ignis says and rests his hands on the teen's shoulders.

"It's fine." Noct shucks off the other man's hands and stands.

"I'll come with you in case you feel worse and need help."

"It's fine I said. Just relax and go dance with someone, like maybe Prompto."

Ignis goes rigid as the young blonde turns a deep red and looks to him with a soft smile. Gladio can't help but smirk at this.

"I-I am really not in the mood too right now. I should probably go check the food for spoilage though, just in case that is what's bothering your stomach."

Noctis lets out a sigh as Ignis quickly excuses himself, then slowly stands from his seat. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, enjoy your puke." Prompto teases and gets a soft punch to his arm.

The blonde's smile slowly fades as he turns to scan the crowd before landing on Ignis, the man watching intently as the caterers check the food.

"Hey," Gladio begins and snickers as Prompto jumps suddenly. "why don't we go for a quick dance while we wait for Noct? Who knows, maybe Iggy will be in the mood after watching us shred it up."

"Oh, yeah that sounds great." he agrees and follows Gladio. "So umm, Gladio, Noct was telling me you've been doing research about cues and stuff for soulmates?"

"Yeah." Gladio knows where this is going and sadly the answer he has isn't what the teen probably wants to hear. "Is this about you and Ignis?"

Prompto perks up at this, a red tint shining on his freckled cheeks. "Uh huh. I just, I know I felt something when he hugged and sniffed me that time. And ever since, I can't get him out of my head. But he avoids me. I didn't know if you by chance noticed anything?"

Gladio frowns. He has but Ignis has refuted it vehemently despite all the signs. Should he say yes or will that just cause more trouble?

"I umm, don't-"

Prompto sighs and frowns. "Is it because I'm a Beta? Alpha and Beta couples are seen as undesirable, even more than two Alphas. Maybe I'm just not good enough."

This incenses Gladio, feeling deeply sorry for the teen. "If that's true then he's missing out. Noctis gushes over how cool you are and what a blast it is to hang out with you."

"He probably wouldn't if I didn't let him win at our games sometimes." the blonde chuckles.

"Yeah he can be a sore loser at times, but he gets over it."

"He talks about you a lot too when we hang out."

Gladio's heart thumps rapidly in his chest at hearing this. "Oh? Probably complaining what a hardass I am with his training."

"Sometimes, though he does talk about your situation and how unfair it is, that you're a great guy and stuff. He likes you a lot."

"Well I'd hope so, I am his shield and we'll be spending most of our time together, even more once he becomes king."

Prompto snorts and shakes his head. "Hey, I'm gonna let you in on something, but don't tell Noct I told you. Okay?"

"Uh, okay?"

"Noct thinks that you and him are- Huh?"

Gladio follows the blonde's gaze over, seeing Noctis rush from the bathroom in a frenzy, his eyes wet and red.

"Noct wha-"

"I want to go home." he whimpers out, body trembling and a look of pain etched onto his face.

"What?" Gladio catches the teen as he begins to collapse with a soft cry, holding him protectively close as people begin to take notice. "I'm not taking you home, you need to go to the hospital." he says and looks to Cor as the man rushes over. "Marshal, we need an ambulance."

"Easy now." Cor says with calmness yet his eyes give away his concern. "Wha-" He stops, nostrils flaring momentarily and face falls to horror. "I smell blood. Start escorting the guests out and get the medical staff, now!"

Noctis lets out a sharp cry and clutches onto Gladio tightly, his hold body quakes as he shifts his legs around, blood smearing across the marble floor. Terror fills the young shield along with guilt, feeling he had failed in keeping his prince safe. But who could have hurt him? He only went to the bathroom and there was someone stationed in there. Or was it something else?

The king and his shield rush over, Regis' face looking horrified at his son's pain as he drops to the floor and takes him from Gladio, cradling his boy in his arms.

"Shh, my son. I have you."

"Dad, it hurts."

Monica rushes over and begins to asses the prince with Ignis right behind her, the young man looking harried while wringing his hands together tightly.

"Majesty, I believe it'd be wiser to forgo the ambulance and have the prince driven to the hospital asap." she says, trying to remain calm despite the cries coming from Noctis after she touched his swollen abdomen during her quick exam for wounds. "His malady is internal and we shouldn't delay getting him medical attention."

"I, I'll drive." Ignis offers with a panicked time n his voice.

"No, Cor will."

"Please, let me. I need to make sure he is all right and gets there safely. I won't leave him."

"Sciencia, this isn't the time or place to argue. Cor has driven under stressful situations before and we'll keep everyone informed as things unfold."

Noctis lets out a soft cry as he turns to the other man. "Take Prompto home for me, please. I don't want him to have to wa-lk." he says and cringes.

"Noct, please. I want to stay with you, I need to stay with you in your time of need. It’s my right as your-"

“Enough!” The king relinquishes his hold to his son back to Gladio, his face going deeply ridged. "Gladiolus. Please take Noctis to my car with Cor, I shall be there in a moment. Keep him safe and comfortable."

"Understood, your majesty." Gladio says and as carefully as he can, lifts Noctis and cradles him as he follows Cor and Monica out of the room, leaving only his father, the king, and Ignis.

As he moves away from the doorway, he hears something rarely ever heard, the angry tone of the king. Though he can't quite make out what is being said, he does hear one thing that makes him almost want to smile in spite, but he also feels sadness in his heart.

"We know who his soulmate is and it is not you. So cease this nonsense."

But how could it be? Was it something known from his birth and kept hidden? There was a rumor the crystal revealed things, so maybe that? Or was it a ploy to get Ignis to settle?

"Gladio."

The young shield snaps out of his thoughts and looks down at the paled teen in his arms. "We're almost at the car Noct, don't worry, you'll be okay."

"I told my dad, about everything."

Everything? What did that mean?

Gladio wouldn't get an answer just yet, them arriving at the car. He sets Noctis on the seat with Monica, the woman preparing a shot of pain medicine for him that she injects into his arm. The king and Clarus arrive not much later, Regis giving Gladio his thanks as he sits next to his son.

"Gladiolus," Clarus begins, resting his hand on his son's shoulder. "head on home and let your mother know what is going on, not Iris though. She was already upset she couldn't come to the party being sick, don't want to make her worried."

"Okay, please keep me posted when you can."

"I will."

Gladio watches as the car drives off, feeling a deep sinking in his gut and pain in his chest. Then to make things worse since it wasn't already, he has a bad sneezing fit the entire way home that makes him dizzy and almost fainted a few times. Sleep doesn't come to him either, too worried about Noctis to relax, even when his mother makes tea for him. Hours pass by without word on the teen's condition, Gladio getting more panicked as the time ticks away to the wee hours of the next day. Then the phone rings and Gladio feels his stomach turn as his father breaks the news.

[tiny-winter-cupcake]

I long to hear you sing (beneath the clear blue skies)

Summary: “Don’t.”

Phil lowered his hand almost automatically, the voice like melted honey, soft and smooth. He had never heard anything like it, a voice that made him want to fall to his knees and grovel. Phil wanted to worship this creature, worship its voice. It spoke again.

“Come.”

There it was again. That sweet voice. And who was Phil to deny such a sweet request.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Teen (theres like a bit of unspecified voilence and like, thats it?)

A/N:My @phandombigbang fic, FINALLY. listen i’m super proud of this, and i never thought that I would be able to do this whole thing! a huge shout out to my lovely beta @phinalphantasy7 for putting up all my shit, and to @luisaloveshoney who did the wonderful art HERE. the title is from Marc Anthony’s You Sang To Me. and as always please like and reblog! thank y’all so much!!

Philip Lester, the youngest water witch of the Lester clan, had been living with his family for his whole 31 years of life, and frankly, their old familial home in South Manchester was far too crowded. So naturally, he decided to move out. His family owned a rather nice summer home in Dorset, in a little town called Seaport, named for the large number of water witches that ended up there in the summertime. Much like Phil’s family, all who possessed the kind of abilities associated with the water. Phil could remember taking many family holidays down there, stopping after he went to Uni. Since then, the house had sat unused, and rather than let it go to waste, or worse, be sold, Phil was following his water witch instincts and moving out there. It was strange to leave his parents, but he found that he was oddly happy to move out.

The car ride down to the cottage was long, and by the time Phil reached there, it was well past dinner time, despite leaving after an early brunch. He pulled into the driveway of the cottage and looked at it. Even though it had sat unused for the better part of ten years, the walls were still as white as Phil could remember. The inside, though dusty and filled with cobweb-covered corners, still had its beachy, summer home feel that had made younger Phil and his family feel at ease. It was just as he remembered. He smiled, putting his suitcase down and flopping down into the couch. Looking over at the wood burner, Phil pointed and whispered, “Ignis.” And just like that, a fire started, warming the room almost immediately. Magical fires did that. Phil settled down, before remembering that there were beds upstairs, ones that were probably much more comfortable than this couch. What a pity. The couch seemed heaven compared to the car seat he had been in for the last six hours. The supposed four and a half hours to Seaport took an hour and a half longer than expected, which meant an extra hour and a half in the stupid car more than he had planned for. Phil sighed and closed his eyes. He was just about to drift off when his stomach made an appearance, startling him awake with the echo it made. With a grumble, he got up and trudged to the kitchen.

Thankfully there was no stale food in the kitchen, his family having enough sense to throw away all the perishable foods. There wasn’t much he could eat though, so getting food became his number one priority for tomorrow. For now, Phil would have to settle for the slightly soggy half eaten sandwich he’d gotten at a stop about three hours ago. It tasted like disappointment, but nevertheless, Phil ate it before he went upstairs. He was about to go into his old room when he stopped. He was living here now. He could sleep in what used to be his parents’ room, with their ensuite and all. Phil decided that he wanted to sleep in a big bed, and made his way down the hall to the bedroom. It looked the same as he remembered, with different bedding. He sat down on it with a smile as the memories of sleeping in here when there was a thunderstorm, or when he had watched a scary movie with Martyn, came flooding back. Phil bit his lip, and got up to use the bathroom. Once showered, he made his way over to unpack his suitcase, and fell into bed, utterly exhausted. Needless to say, he slept very well that night.

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The next morning, Phil was reminded of why his family came here for centuries. The sun streamed in through the windows, golden sunshine that lit up the rooms. It made the bedroom warm, and Phil almost didn’t want to get up. But the rumble in his stomach made him. Yawning, he got out of bed and smiled. For once, he was awoken by his own natural needs instead of people shouting or the neighbors’ babies crying through the walls of the house. Phil got out of bed, stretching as he walked into his bathroom. (He had to keep reminding himself it was his and not his family’s. It was his house now.) A quick shower later, and Phil pulled on a pair of shorts and a teal button up shirt. Perfect. He slipped a pair of shoes on, grabbed his phone and his keys, and headed out.

Standing in the light of day, Phil could really appreciate the house. Thatched roof and all. It was really pretty in the daytime, just around the corner from the high street and right on the beach. A nice village, that had grown a little in Phil’s absence. Small, but pretty.  Latching the gate, he tucked his keys into his pocket and walked down the high street.

The village was mostly still familiar. There was the diner, Andersons American, that did the best American style pancakes in the whole of England. Some of the elder residents sat outside, sipping cold waters under the shade of the umbrellas. Across the street, the grocer was outside setting up his fresh produce in the sun. The peacefulness of the main street was disturbed only by the occasional car driving past and the laughter of children floating by as they rushed to the beaches. Police station next to the fire station and the officers gave Phil a nod as he strolled by. There was a kid selling lemonade on the corner of the high street and Beach Road, something Phil remembered doing with his friends so they could buy an ice cream later. Of course, Phil bought a glass, the drink refreshing, cutting the edge off the warm summer air.

There were a few restaurants further down Beach Road, a seafood place Phil remembered from his childhood. As he walked closer to the center of the village, he saw the farmers market surrounded the fountain in the shape of a fish spitting water. People tossed pennies into the fountain, making wishes. There had to be some kind of magic behind it because every wish Phil made in his youth came true. He had had his first kiss on the edge of the fountain, with a local girl named Annie. Annie and her brother, PJ, along with a few other locals and summertime regulars, made up Phil’s friend group during most of his childhood summers.

He walked through the market, seeing some people he used to know and smiling to himself. He had changed quite a lot since he had last been here. But it meant he could more or less fade into the background. He purchased some cheese, bread, and a few different jams from some of the stalls before continuing up the street.

Phil smiled at the memories as they came to him as he passed the church, with the pub (ironically) attached. He had spent many happy hours hanging out upstairs at that pub in the kids’ space with its sofas, pool table, and tv with games consoles. He turned around at the end of the street to walk back down to Beach Road, all the way to the beach itself which was just as pretty as the pictures Phil had kept. The view  of the English Channel was stunning, its green-blue waters lapping gently against the shore, leaving smooth pebbles and seashells in its wake.

Phil stood for a moment and admired the long expanse of golden sand before heading back to the grocers to buy food. He walked out fifty pounds poorer, and fifty pounds heavier, it seemed. Thankfully the walk back home was short.

Once in the house, putting things away was quick, and Phil also made quick work of cleaning the house (using magic of course: a simple cleaning spell go rid of the dust and cobwebs and made everything so much nicer) and putting his clothes away. He had a quick bit of toast for breakfast, although it was nearer to lunch now anyway, before he was heading back out to get milk and juice. The shop owner seemed a little surprised to see Phil again, and he smiled sheepishly as he explained he had just moved back to town in his family's house and he needed food and drink quite desperately. The man smiled, saying something about how he remembered that family, and he seemed to recognize Phil, but didn’t say anything if he did. On his way out, however, Phil ran into an old face. Quite literally. The two full-on smacked into each other, causing both to let out a few choice words that made the old lady walking by tut.

“Oh fuck, mate, I’m so sorry,” Phil apologized, rubbing his chin where it had hit the other person’s face. He looked down at the man he had collided with, before asking, “PJ?” PJ was more than startled.

“How do yo-Phil? Phil Lester?” PJ’s face cracked into a smile, and he pulled his old friend into a hug, which was hard on Phil’s end to reciprocate since he was holding a gallon jug of milk and a bag with apple and orange juice cartons inside. PJ didn’t seem to care, he instantly grabbed the milk from Phil and started walking towards his house. Phil laughed, and shook his head, following him.

“What are you doing back here, Phil?” PJ asked once they were settled on Phil’s deck, glasses of apple juice between them. He hadn’t changed much, still tall and lanky. His hair was shorter now, a mop of curls that fell over his kind green eyes. He was still as kind as ever.

“I moved. The family home was getting too crowded, and I wanted a change of scenery. You know my family, loud and rambunctious as ever,” Phil smiled, taking a sip. He really did love his family, but now that his aunt was living with them after her husband’s death, and Martyn was engaged to his girlfriend Cornelia as of last month, not to mention the twins his sister was having, the house was simply too crowded. And that was saying a lot because the family home in Manchester was a seven bedroom, seven and a half bathroom building. But Phil had a few older siblings, and one younger sister, all of whom seemed to be moving back in, rather than leaving like most children did. And Phil just couldn’t stay anymore, not because he didn’t love his family, but because he did need his own space, and it was bad enough he had to give Martyn his room because his fiancee was moving in and Phil’s room was bigger. Here, he was free, and he had his own reputation to make, now that he was all grown up.

“Oh, yeah, I get that. I saw Martyn got engaged, you’ll have to tell him congrats from me and Annie. She got married a few months ago, to Chris of all people. No one saw them falling in love ever happening. They wanted to invite you, but we couldn't find your address. Say, I’ll tell her you’re back, and we can get dinner, get the old gang back together!” PJ grinned, a smile so infectious that Phil started to smile too. He nodded.

“Alright, sounds like a plan. Wish I’d made the move earlier, if it meant coming to the wedding. But I’m glad they put the past behind them,” Phil smiled, and PJ was showing him pictures of the wedding. Of course, he was best man. Chris was like Phil, in more than one way. One, he was a summertime regular, and Phil assumed Chris and Annie were living in his family’s summer house on the other side of town. Two, Chris was a witch, an earthy type, like his mum. As PJ showed Phil the pictures, Phil smiled at how happy they looked, his two childhood best friends. Annie was very much like PJ, long, curly brown hair, an infectious smile, and a glint in those Liguori green eyes. She looked really pretty in the pictures, Phil had to admit. And Chris looked good too, very much in love with his wife. Phil could remember how he teased her, pulled her hair and stuff that little boys did because they were idiots. As they grew up, Chris stopped being such an ass, and one could see the beginnings of a crush when he looked at Annie.

They talked for what seemed like hours, and soon enough PJ was heading out. He was going out to dinner with his family, but promised to text Phil with a date and time for a dinner. Phil smiled, waving him off with a smile. Once gone, he sighed, looking at the dirty cups. With a flick of his wrist, the water turned on and the dishes started to wash themselves. It was honestly his favorite spell, and one that he had learned quite early on to make his chores easier. The dishes even put themselves away, a modification that Phil had added himself. With everything put away, including his clothes, Phil put his shoes back on, and decided to walk to the beach and get dinner, maybe even an ice cream.

After a comforting dinner of fish and chips, Phil walked down the beach with an ice cream in hand, humming softly to himself. He had walked so far down that he was by the caves, an old childhood haunt of his. He was almost done with his ice cream when he heard something. It was faint, and carried a melodic tune. Someone was singing, he realised after a moment. Someone was in the caves, singing. Singing beautifully. Phil felt like he was under some spell, as he got closer. The song was sad, almost eerily so. But Phil kept walking toward it, unable to stop even if he wanted too. He had to find who was singing this song. He was near the entrance of the caves when he was tackled to the ground by something large and very wet. He opened his eyes, having closed them when he was falling, feeling fur under his hands. A dog, a large sheepdog to be specific, was licking at his face. Phil laughed, trying to push him off. At that moment, a wave crashed into them, saltwater going in Phil's mouth and up his nose, making him cough and splutter. Someone pulled the dog off him, and Phil scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes. He groaned, spitting on the ground as the dog's owner apologised profusely. He waved them off, smiling a little. He needed to change, and wash these clothes before they got stiff. Phil glanced back to the caves, and he swore he saw something move in the darkness. Something ducked behind a rock, and if he hadn’t been covered in grimy, salty water he would have gone to explore, to find out if this was the same person who had been singing.

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Phil couldn’t sleep that night, his mind thinking about the song, and how beautiful it was. Who, or what, was singing it? And why were they in the caves? There were so many questions he needed answers to, and he resolved to find out in the morning. That thought helped to lull him to a semi-comatose state, half asleep, half awake, for the rest of the night. He ended up not going back to the beach that day, sleeping and shopping for most of the day instead. In fact, he didn’t end up back at the beach for another few days. After all, the boxes weren’t going to unpack themselves. (Actually they were but they wouldn’t be put away by themselves. That unfortunately was a job that Phil had to do by hand, by himself. It almost made him pack up and leave. Almost, but not quite.)

It was raining by the time Phil did end up back at the beach, this time determined to find out what it was that had been singing such a haunting, beautiful song. After speaking to the locals, all who proved to be little to no help, apart from one old lady at the cafe this very morning, Phil decided it would be better to just go explore for himself. The lady this morning had told him that the thing in the caves was territorial, and a savage. But apart from that, she didn't have any answers to what it was. With this in mind, Phil was walking towards where he had seen something move that first time. As he got closer, the song started to form in his ears, quieter but still just as powerful. Phil felt his heart clench, and he once again felt under a spell. He couldn’t stop walking even if he wanted. It was like his legs were locked, forcing him forward towards the mouth of the cave. The song got louder, and Phil realized that he didn’t actually understand it, although he thought he recognized the language. It was an ancient language, one that he probably should have learned from his parents. As the song carried him into the cave, he saw a fire in the distance, and a figure huddled behind it. A very human-like figure. Phil stopped himself just before the fire, the song dying in his ears as the...creature looked up at him, the fire illuminating round, rather brown eyes. The reflection of the fire in them made them seem almost golden. Or maybe Phil was just seeing things, because how could eyes be golden? The rest of the figure was shrouded in shadows; Phil could only see human-like arms hugging human-like legs that were pulled into a chest. He couldn’t see the face, or anything for that matter. He raised his hand to cast a spell to light the cavern they were in, when the person (?) spoke.

“Don’t.”

Phil lowered his hand almost automatically, the voice like melted honey, soft and smooth. He had never heard anything like it, a voice that made him want to fall to his knees and grovel. Phil wanted to worship this creature, worship its voice. It spoke again.

“Come.”

There it was again. That sweet voice. And who was Phil to deny such a sweet request. His legs carried him across the room. He fell to his knees in front of this creature, having never felt so calm in his life. The creature reached out and touched Phil's cheek with a surprisingly warm hand. A human hand. Phil leaned his head into its palm, smiling a little.

“Will you help me?” The voice was tentative, and Phil nodded slowly. The creature moved its hand, and the room seemed to get brighter, like millions of tiny candles had been lit. And Phil couldn’t contain his gasp as finally, he saw what was in front of him. His hand came up to cover his mouth, and he scrambled backward.

Sitting in front of Phil was arguably the most gorgeous creature that he had ever seen with his two eyes. The creature had long, slender legs, which were pulled up into its chest. Its skin was a light copper, and its eyes were golden brown. It had brown hair, curls that tumbled down to the base of its neck, and Phil had an urge to bury his face in them. Gold feather tattoos covered its legs from mid-calf to foot, and the same on its arms, ending just below the elbow. But what was even more spectacular than the rather heavenly creature in front of him were the wings of gold and black feathers spread out behind this being. Phil was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful being. A siren, his mind supplied helpfully. The creature in front of him was a siren. The most feared sea creature, luring sailors and pirates alike to their watery graves. Phil was speechless, so much so that he almost didn’t notice the problem. A wing was broken. No wonder the siren was singing so sadly, it was lonely, and hurt.

“Help me,” the siren whispered, in that sweet voice that made Phil melt. He nodded, dumbfounded, and shuffled closer to the siren, who tensed up, then relaxed when it realised Phil meant no harm. Carefully, Phil raised a hand, and set to work fixing the siren.

The whole process took about two hours. Phil had to take regular breaks, and he was still exhausted by the time the siren took off into the air of the cavern with joy. Phil smiled, leaning back on the rocks of the cave, watching. He started to think of what he knew about sirens. Vicious, generally travelled in packs, or flocks. Very territorial. Cast magic with their voices, manipulating others to do what they wanted. They--wait, what? Phil’s smile fell, eyes widening as he realized what this siren was doing. It was using Phil! He looked up at it, chirping happily as it flew around the cavern. Phil scooted towards the exit. Just as he thought he was going to be able to escape, the siren called out.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Phil froze, stopping of his own free will. “Please,” he whispered, begged even. “Please don’t eat me.” He braced himself for the siren to somehow kill him. That didn’t happen, and the siren reached out to him, placing a hand on Phil’s cheek. “I won’t….Just please don’t leave me…” Phil found himself nodding meekly. This wasn’t how he wanted to go out, death by siren was hardly respectable. The siren chirped, and Phil looked up at it. The large wings were gone, instead replaced by a tattoo spanning the entirety of its back. For the first time, Phil took in what the siren was wearing. A short tunic, in an olive green, tied in place by a gold rope. As the siren turned, Phil saw its back, the large tattoo of its wings, the open back of its tunic. He bit his lip.

Phil couldn’t do much else than follow the siren to what he presumed was a nest of sorts. It was filled with shiny objects, and plush blankets that had quite obviously been stolen. It wasn’t small, by any means. Sirens attracted mates with large nests filled with shiny, soft objects. Phil remembered from a book he had read that sirens mated for life, and were extremely possessive of their mates. They also never let anyone else in their nests but said mates. The nest in which Phil was currently sitting, letting the siren play with his hair. He frowned at that. Maybe this siren’s mate didn’t mind. But if this siren had a mate, where was it?

“Daniel.” The siren had chirped with a smile as they sat down. At first, Phil thought he was calling to his mate, maybe that he had found them dinner, but he eventually realized that the siren was telling him his name. Daniel. It suited the creature. Phil smiled a bit, and leaned back into the siren-Dan’s hands combing through his hair. If he was going to be a prisoner, at least he could be one in semi-comfort. He smiled a little. “Where’s your mate?” He asked softly, but regretted it as he felt sharp claws dig into his scalp. “Ow! What the hell!” He scrambled away from Dan, turning to look at him with a glare.

“Don’t mention them.” Dan growled, his eyes dark, murderous even. Murder Birds, Phil’s mind supplied. Sirens had that nickname for a reason. Either way, any protests had died in Phil’s throat as soon as they’d started. It was so strange, how a siren could have that much of an effect on him. Wasn’t he supposed to be some great and powerful witch? Regardless, Dan seemed to settle down, preening himself lightly as he did so. Phil bit his lip, staying on his side of the nest. No thank you, Phil did not want to get on Dan’s side and be ruthlessly murdered. He stayed on his side, holding his knees to his chest and sighing, letting his eyes slip closed.

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Phil looked so peaceful sleeping. It would almost be a pity to kill him. Almost, Dan decided. Besides, he needed to eat one way or another, and he really didn’t want to have to steal another dog when such a beautiful treat had wandered right in. Dan had wanted to eat him as soon as his wing had been fixed, so he could take him and go and find his mate again. But the way in which Phil had begged for his life had been so cute, Dan had decided to play with him a little. Now, he was unguarded. And he looked delicious. Dan licked his lips, settling closer to Phil and preparing for the blow to kill the human, when Phil sneezed. Dan frowned, tilting his head curiously. That was strange. He’d never seen a human do that before. Was it broken? Dan was about to look up Phils nose when it happened again, and he scrambled back, having been sprayed with something clear and wet. Ew. He sat cross legged and observed the human. He’d never seen one this up close before, never regarded them with much thought. To him, humans were simply stupid creatures, who didn’t deserve to be alive. Dan bit his lip, taking a blanket and covering the human. He was strange, and kind. But scared. Dan could sense the fear that came off this man, and he didn’t like it. He looked towards the cave entrance, remembering how Phil had tried to leave. He was selfish keeping this human here with him. He had to let Phil go, despite his appetite-now-turned-curiosity. Phil would forget about him, anyway.

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When Phil woke up, his first thought was wondering where on Earth he was. Then he remembered. The siren. Dan. He got up, looking around for any sign of the creature, then slowly made his way to the exit. He expected to be pounced on as soon as he was at the exit, some sick joke of cat and mouse. But no, Phil made it to the exit and outside relatively unscathed. He hurried home, desperately in need of a shower, and a nap. He was somehow convinced that most of this was a dream. After all, why would there be a siren in Seaport? They were native to warmer waters. However, Phil couldn’t seem to get the beautiful face out of his mind. It plagued him when he closed his eyes, the honey-sweet voice singing softly in his ears. Fuck. Phil was trapped under a siren’s spell. And he loved it. It was intoxicating. Realistically Phil knew that he shouldn’t be head over heels with a creature that basically gets off on killing humans, but it was hard not to be. This ethereal creature was the center of his fantasies.

That night, PJ invited him over for dinner, with Chris and Annie. The house was the same as he remembered, and Phil smiled a little when he saw his friends. Annie was practically radiating when she saw Phil, giving him the biggest hug he’d ever had from her. Chris hugged him, too, which was comforting because Chris rarely gave out hugs. “What brings you down here?” Chris asked as he poured Phil a glass of wine, while PJ and Annie were out on the back porch, setting the table.

“The house was getting a little small, and there’s, like, three babies on the way. I wanted to live by myself for a little,” Phil explained, taking the offered glass and sipping.

“Well, it’s good to have another one of our kind around,” Chris smiled. “Oh, and Annie and PJ know I’m one, so you don’t have to hide it. I know you really came down here because you want to be by water. It’s only natural for a water kind to be drawn down here.” Phil smiled at that.

“You got me.” He laughed, holding his hands up in mock defense. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to know about a siren being here, would you?”

“A siren? In Seaport? Well if there is, I should think it must be crazy. I wouldn’t imagine why it would be here. Unless it was abandoned by its family on a migration?” Chris smiled a little. “I have a book on sirens you might find useful. If you want it?” Phil nodded, and Chris went to get it. It wasn’t huge, and Phil thanked Chris as he put the book in his coat pocket.

Dinner was fabulous. Annie made pasta with some kind of amazing seafood sauce, and Phil practically melted when he tried it, begging her for the recipe. Dan would like it, he thought to himself. Surprisingly, even though Phil had left, he wanted to go back to Dan, to help him. If Chris was right, he had lost his family, or his family had left him. Either way, his heart felt for the siren. Phil helped with the dishes, and the four friends sat on the porch and talked.

“Do you miss your family, Phil? I know your brother just got married, and isn’t your sister expecting? Aren’t you lonely?” Annie asked while Chris and PJ went to refill the drinks. Phil smiled.

“I suppose. But I knew that I was going to be at least a little alone when I came here. I’m not really that alone, y’know? I’ve got you guys, and I’m starting to enjoy just relaxing. Maybe I’ll get a proper job. Or I could just keep leeching off my parents. Who knows?” He laughed, and poked her in the side. “Maybe I could babysit, once you and Chris start your little family.”

“That would be lovely Phil. Thank you,” Annie said softly, looking over at him. “You seem off, if you don’t mind. Almost like you’ve met someone.” Phil laughed a little at that.

Chris and PJ came back out with the drinks, and Annie smiled, touching his arm gently. That same featherlight tough that Dan had touched him with while he had painfully worked to fix his wing. He blinked, the look of sheer joy on his siren’s face making him smile. His siren? Oh god. Abruptly, Phil stood up. “Listen, this has been wonderful, really. But I have to go. I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later!” He smiled as he rushed out of the house, stopping only to make sure he had the book from Chris. Phil could only hope, as he sprinted towards the same cave he had been glad to see the back of earlier, that Dan was still in there. He burst in, startling the siren as he was chewing on something-oh god was that sheep?-and causing his feathers to shoot out of his arms and legs, as he jumped into attack mode, honey golden eyes flashing red.

“Dan!” Phil panted, hands on his knees. “Dan, I’m not leaving you.”

The siren frowned, before lunging at Phil and silently pinning him against a wall, finger flying frantically across Phil’s chest. It took Phil a minute to understand that Dan was drawing letters to make words. He caught some phrases, like “What are you doing?” and “How do you remember me?” It was strange, trying to piece together the messily written words, but eventually he grabbed Dan’s flying finger and held it in his hands. “Slow down, slow down. It’s okay, I have plenty of time. Just, slow down.” Dan led him back into the nest, sitting down across from Phil, knees touching, with Phil’s palm facing up.

‘How can you remember me?’ Dan traced onto Phil’s palm. Phil smiled.

“I’m a water witch. Surprise…!” He smiled a little nervously. Dan had to assume that Phil was a witch, otherwise how did Phil fix his wing? But the look on Dan’s face was adorable when he realized that water witches weren’t affected by most water creature spells. And sirens were inherently water creatures. Dan placed his finger on Phil’s palm again.

‘Why are you here?’

“Because I want to be.”

‘Go away.’

“No.” Phil laughed softly, shaking his head fondly. They sat like that for a while while Dan asked questions, and Phil dutifully answered them. It didn’t occur to Phil until later, while he gently combed through Dan's hair, the siren fast asleep with his head in Phil’s lap, that he hadn’t asked Dan any questions about his past, yet had somehow agreed to let Dan stay in his house. This would certainly be odd. Good thing he had that book.

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Phil didn’t think his life could really get any weirder, then he tried smuggling an angry siren into his house. Dan was not only grumpy because he was awake early, but Phil had forced him into a coat, something that irritated his wings. Apparently he could still feel them, even though they weren’t there, something Dan had written onto his palm as Phil had struggled him into the coat. In retaliation for wearing something so irritating, he nipped at Phils bare skin all the way home. To say Dan was uncooperative was an understatement. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice the pair as Phil was unceremoniously shoving Dan into his house. Dan practically tore Phil’s coat in half to get out of it, and as soon as the garment was on the floor he was spreading his wings and preening himself. Phil was still amazed by those beautiful wings. Black and gold feathers, lush and full, spread out before Phil. Without thinking, Phil reached out to touch, gently stroking the softness before him. Dan looked mildly annoyed, but that soon melted away and he was grinning and making a noise almost like purring as he let Phil run his hands through his feathers.

Adjusting to life with this creature was odd. Firstly, Dan didn’t talk, he mainly wrote his replies or scribbled them into Phil’s skin. Dan didn’t want to trap Phil back under his spell, and Phil almost thought Dan might be growing fond of him. And secondly, Dan had taken over Phil’s bed, piling it high with pillows and soft covers, as well as hiding some of Phil’s shiny trinkets in amongst the softness. It was like his nest back in his lonely cave, and he insisted that Phil sleep in the nest with him. And finally, Dan was used to eating raw fish, or whatever other raw meats that he could find. It took Phil a while to condition him into eating cooked meat, even if it was only just barely cooked. Despite all this, Phil still couldn’t think of anything else apart from his Dan. His siren. It was odd, really, that he could be…in love with such a creature, yet here he was, silently smitten with Dan.

The next few months passed by, with no surprises. Phil became extremely well educated on sirens. However, it was too perfect, for too long, and his little bubble of bliss was broken one stormy day. They had been out on the cliff-top at Dan’s insistence for fresh air when all of a sudden he froze, as if sensing something. He motioned for Phil to stop, and walked a little further. He stopped, and for the first time in months, Phil heard his siren singing again. Well, not literally singing. But he was talking. And that alone was enough to make Phils knees buckle, and he fell to the ground. Because another voice had joined the mix. Another silky smooth, buttery sweet voice, adding to the harmony.

“I’ve been looking for you, and this is where I find you? In a human village, with a human. Daniel, you should know better.” At another thought, the second voice wasn’t like Dan’s at all. It was sickly sweet and unkind, where Dan’s was soft and kind. It was mocking, and left a bitter taste in Phils mouth.

“Go away. You know I left for a reason. I will not go back with you!” Dan’s voice cut through the air, followed by laughter, condescending laughter.

“You and I both know that’s not true, Daniel. You’re my mate. We’re meant to be together. It’s how it works.” Phil gasped at that, biting his lip. Dan’s mate. He was here. But why? Phil always assumed that Dan’s mate was dead, and he was merely seeking comfort with Phil. Never did he think that Dan would be with him instead of his mate. That thought was absurd, because after all, why would a siren pick a human as a mate? Phil shook his head, looking back over at Dan, where he stood, a whole head shorter than his mate. Phil got to his feet, dusting himself off and rubbing his eyes. It was hard to make out the conversation over the whirling of the wind, but Dan stood tall, and Phil smiled at that. Dan had courage, and Phil felt something in his stomach, a gut feeling to do something.

“Dan!” he yelled, starling both sirens out of their stances.

“No! Phil, stay where you are, it isn’t safe!” Dan yelled back, and for once, the command given didn’t seem to hold any meaning. His mind stayed remarkably clear, while his body remained frozen. He frowned, shaking his head to clear it and ran to Dan, grabbing his face and kissing him squarely on the lips. At that point, the heavens seemed to open and Phil had to pull away to laugh at the irony. A water creature, and a water witch, kissing in the rain.

“I thought I told you to stay?” Dan asked, smiling just as wide, leaning back in when all of a sudden Phil was shoved away, and oh shit a very angry siren was marching towards him. Dan’s mate was tall, and his wings were fully spread, and the teal feathers on his arms and legs were at full attention. Phil had never seen a siren like this, his eyes flashing a deep red, readying to attack and oh god this was it, and Phil hadn’t even told his mum that he loved her. He hadn’t even told Dan that he was loved. But that final blow that he was waiting for never came. Instead, there came a squawking, and Phil opened his eyes.

Dan was fighting. He was attacking his mate, using claws, teeth, feathers, everything. And his mate was fighting back, but clearly caught off guard by Dan’s sudden attack. And while physically his mate may have been stronger, Dan fought with a passion that Phil had never seen before. Almost like he wanted to protect Phil. They ended up in the air, a skirmish of feathers and growls. Phil heard something snap, followed by a screech and he prayed that it wasn’t Dan. But Dan was flying back to Phil, bruised and bloodied, scooping him up into the air and kissing him again, while Phil clung on for dear life.

“I told you to stay put!” Dan scolded lightly, swooping lower with Phil and making him scream. He laughed and held onto Dan tight, his legs wrapped around his waist and arms clinging around Dan’s shoulders.

“Water witches are immune to water creatures spells, goof,” Phil smiled, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to tell you but you could’ve been talking this whole time.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too.”

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Halfway between Tunisia and Sicily, there is a little island called Pantelleria, part of the Italian province of Trapani. Along the coast, away from the small towns that dot the island, there is a house only accessible by a dirt driveway, so inconspicuous that you would never notice it at a first glance. Down this driveway is a modest villa that has housed many great witch families over the years. Now, it belongs to an older witch, in his fifties. Sometimes people see him on his beach while sailing by, and more often than not, they are invited to have some wine and a light snack. If you get close enough, you hear his accent, British. If you have the chance to ask him why he is here, he will simply say “I followed my heart and it led me here”. People believe that he lost his wife, others simply say he is an artist. But often, you will see him glance up to the sunny sky, and if you are lucky, you will see a shape pass over the sun. A great winged creature, soaring high. No one knows what this creature is. All people know is that sometimes this strange man is seen sitting on the cliffs next to another man, who is clad in a tunic. Many locals say he is an angel, for they claim that he has giant gold wings that transform into a tattoo impression on his back. But you can tell this man these rumors, and he will simply shrug, and walk back up to his house. For how are the people to know whether a siren chose a human as a mate, all those years ago? Sometimes fate makes pairs in the sky that are simply meant to be. Sometimes a siren’s order simply cannot hold back the tide of love. And sometimes, just sometimes, it all turns out to be just right.

[thepandapopo]

Dialogue challenge

I've decided to challenge myself to write mini drabbles using only dialogue with no narration. Why? Because I'm bored and a masochist.

Pairings: Ignis x reader

Warnings: none

Next Dialogue Challenge

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It Feels Like Death

"Iggy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I think I might be dying."

"I assure you, sweet pea, that you are in good health."

"No, Iggy. I really am dying. This is it, isn't it? This is the beginning of the end. I should have known that I would be the type to die young-!"

"-Y/N. I believe you are being a touch overdramatic. Although most assuredly not true, it still pains me to hear you speak of your death so casually."

"-there are still so many things that I wanted to accomplish in life! Ah, if only I could go back to Galdin Quay and eat the seafood there again! Had I known my demise lurked so near, I would have spent more time savoring the unique-"

"My love, if you truly wish to go, I will take you to Galdin Quay during the summer after things have concluded."

"But Iggy!! I'm dying now."

"It is not that bad."

"My darling Iggy! The love of my life! How you have foresaken me in this time of need! Oh, should the Gods-!!!"

"!!"

"...what was that for?"

"I figured that logic was no longer a reasonable method of communicating with you, thus I decided to use a tried and true method."

"You can't really call kissing me 'communicating', Iggy."

"Just as you cannot call this albeit unfortunate situation a 'time of need' that has led you to your deathbed."

"..."

"Come now, my love. You must know that it pains me to see your tears. Hush now. I promise you that it will get easier in time."

"But Iggyyyyyy...It's already been forever and it still feels as awful as when it first started."

"...Y/N. You have been on this diet for less than 24 hours. A diet that you had put yourself on, no less. Now, I understand that this is the second salad you've had today, but you will eat it and- Oh, for goodness sake-! Could you please stop playing dead?"

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Derp derp derp

This was actually really fun to write. The flow is off, but I am hoping that through practice, I'll get better at it.

Next

[theydonotbindus]

Some Pretty Bad Altissia Headcanons

Because the city can’t be all about the Tide Mother and Suffering. 

Noctis has no trouble navigating around the city center--the oldest part of Altissia--because of Assassin’s Creed.

Nobody realizes it for about four hours until Noct mutters something about hiding a body behind that statue. 

Prompto laughs until he cries. 

Gladio becomes obsessed with the wishing birds. He doesn’t let the others see what he writes on his, and winds up buying 20 of them until one finds its mark. 

Prompto is taking a photo while stepping onto the gondola, missteps, and nearly breaks his ankle and looses his camera. 

Ignis catches him by the armpits in a sharp motion that leaves bruises. Noct snags the camera. Gladio somehow gets video of the whole thing on his phone. 

Ignis has stops planned for all meals, including a snack break. Yes, they are eating at seafood restaurants the whole time this is Altissia do you think you just happen upon this kind of fish daily?!

For some reason, there’s a Cup Noodle flavor exclusive to Accordo. Gladio, Noctis, and Prompto buy three 12-pack cases of it and ignore Ignis’ sighs as they carry it into the hotel room. 

After they face the haunted painting, Prompto insists on leaving the light in the bathroom of the suite on at night. 

Nobody else complains. 

Prompto gets really into taking photos of architecture while they’re there. 

Gladio's bulk is good at making other tourists shy away, ensuring a clear shot.

Noctis is good at knowing what Prompto might want to shoot next.

Ignis can tell him what he’s taking a picture of, most of the time. 

Noctis and Prompto buy the caricature artist’s drawing of First Secretary Claustra, wondering if it would be a good gift for her when they meet.

They express this to Ignis and Gladio, who have rarely looked so panicked before or since. 

Gladio keeps buying cookies from a local bakery to bring back to Iris.

Except the things melt in your mouth they should be illegal. He’s eaten three batches already. 

[dragoonxdive]

* important headcanons to consider.

can they use chopsticks : Yes. She uses them whenever she’s eating a something usually eaten with chopsticks. She learned it when she was still living with her parents, as a child. 

what do they do when they can’t sleep : She usually reads to try to change her mood. When Aranea can’t sleep, it’s usually because she’s overthinking, especially because of Niflheim. She’s not at ease with what she’s doing for them. 

what would they impulse buy at the grocery store : Very expensive seafoods. That’s what Aranea prefers when it comes to food, and she tries to eat seafoods as much as she can. That’s what she asks Ignis when she’s eating with the bros, too. 

what order do they wash things in the shower : Her hair first, then top to bottom. 

what’s their coffee order : She prefers dark coffee. She sometimes puts a bit of creme in it, but never that much of it. 

what sort of apps would they have on their smartphone : Messenger so she can talk with people. She also has her journal on an app instead of reading it on a paper because she’s often on the road and it’s easier for her this way. She doesn’t use her phone that much, though, even if she can let herself be tempted by some games. 

how do they act around children : It depends of the children. She tries her bind to be kind and cool with them, but if she thinks they’re stupid, it will be hard for Aranea to hide it because she just can’t have a poker face. She’d still try to be kind, though. She’s just the tough love type. 

what would they watch on tv when they’re bored and nothing they really like is on : The news and it makes her feel depressed most of the time. 

tagged by: @monicaelshett​, thanks dear 🥰

tagging: @galaxywrought (luna) @inimiicus @stonecoldmeme @ravusnightblossom @yunhuntress @thewarxwithinme​ (nero) @daywalkwithme​ & YOU ;D

[totalxclarity]

★ Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

ACTS OF AFFECTION | ACCEPTING

Ignis smiled softly. He had smelled the seafoods while Lightning was cooking them, but even if he had wanted to help her, she had refused. He wasn’t used to let other people take care of him, but with Lightning, he knew he had to right now. When she had something in mind, he couldn’t make her change. And that was alright, anyway. He was quite CURIOUS to taste what she had prepared.

He couldn’t help but chuckle when she started to feed him, too. It was incredibly good. “It is excellent.” He assured with a kind smile before he took his fork to start eating by himself. “But Light, dearest, I can eat by myself. You have to eat, too, and I didn’t want your fantastic meal to be cold because you wanted to feed this poor blind man.” He teased. 

[cookignis]

{AATKM} Today's packed lunch is this: seafood risotto (food for four helpings!), a slice of no-flour chocolate cake, carefully-stored wild mushroom soup and a thermos of Ebony chaffe-- coffee milk tea, complete with exploding bobbas.

@rexcrystallis

Despite his love of learning, lunchtime is admittedly his favorite period. With Noctis’ cooking to look forward to, who could blame him? His chamberlain always manages to make it a surprise each time, giving him a different meal everyday. Even the slightest changes in his recipes makes for a new and tantalizing discovery!

Ahh, his favorite! Noct knows him so well to pack enough to fill his so-called black hole of a stomach. Even now, the pull of the Crystal and his metabolism eats away at his caloric intake so quickly.

The prince takes a bite a hums appreciatively around his spoon. This must be what ambrosia of the gods tasted like. Ignis takes out his phone and starts composing a message to his chamberlain. 

[Noct💖] Thanks for lunch today, Noct! It looks and tastes great! 🍽️

And now to sample what’s in the thermos today. 

!! Delicious! Everything Noctis makes is so good.

[Noct💖] I’d eat your cooking for life!

[demetxri]

I'll be greedy too so 10 facts about Helia and Adrastos ^^

Oh dear lord. This is gonna be fun. e v e;

– Helia

They’re a very fast learner, able to pick up newskills after only a bit of practice.

Helia is able to play several musical instruments, ofwhich all are string instruments.

 They also have a nice sounding singing voice, howeverthey often prefer not to sing, also because they’re very insecure about theirown singing in general.

Helia is not a vegetarian, but they certainly do mindthe meats that they eat. They prefer to stick to seafood and chicken, any otherkind of meat will likely be avoided.

As probably already given away, Helia is veryinnocent. They’ve been very sheltered and protected in their life and thefamily member that made sure of that also made sure that they didn’t get introuble.

 They used to be very skilled at reading the cards, butsince their memory loss they seem to also have forgotten how to properly readthem. They know how, but they feel like their readings aren’t as accurate asthey’re supposed to be.

 Helia is currently not aware of their parents. Theydon’t know that their supposed father wants them dead and is still searchingfor them to take their life.

Helia enjoys drinking almost as much as they enjoy apples.They’re not necessarily an alcoholic, but they certainly are able to hold theirliquor very well.

They enjoy getting physical with people; as in huggingand soft touches, but they aren’t used to sexual advances and would prefer tostay away from those. Despite that they aren’t asexual, just veryinexperienced.

They often times hide their familiar in their bag,this because it’d be a bad idea to have a lion cub running around and alsobecause they’ve already had it happen that someone tried to sell Ignis at theblack market.

– Adrastos

Besides a very amusing interest in knives, he also enjoys fishing and sailing quite a bit. Time spent at the beach is always time spent well. He’s also surprisingly handy, able to fix most things he gets his hands on.

He can’t dance at all, but he can most definitely twerk, which he’ll do in any which way he can, be it while on the floor or even while standing on his forearms.

Adrastos’ familiar is a Great Pyrenees named Fidel, Fidel is very protective of Adrastos and often helps him out of trouble.

He was orphaned at a very young age, his mother died giving birth to him and his father tried raising him while also working on a ship named ‘Kiwa’.

The captain of the ship Adrastos’ father worked on actually ended up taking a liking to Adrastos and raised him as his own when Adrastos’ father passed away when he was about six years old.

He‘s travelled a lot as a result of being raised on a ship, having seen most of the world that was reachable by ship.

Adrastos is a weather mage, specialising in electricity magic. His ability to use any other weather related magic has been locked away along with his memories.

Before he lost his memories he was actually able to manipulate most weather conditions, which he also used to his advantage on the ship. The navigator, Nikau, on the Kiwa saw potential in Adrastos and taught him most of his magic.

When he was 16, the vessel was attacked by a band of mercenaries, led by a fair skinned blonde with crimson eyes. Adrastos and Nikau were kept alive while everyone else on the ship was brutally murdered, they only kept them alive because of their value as weather mages.

Adrastos’ thinks the shop was passed down to him from Nikau, who he assumes is a distant relative, however the shop was left to Nikau from Lucio.

[chocobrotherapy]

Under the cut is the full conversation and headcanons Mod Pupper and I formed to fill in the gaps of Square’s poor use of Luna and the emotional impact and connection she could have had. It changed how Pupper will view the game with these things in the back of their mind now, so maybe it’ll do the same for you? Heck we may even do pictures about these things cause not to toot our own horns or anything, but these are god damn gold

Prepare to hurt!!

Mod Peach

petition to replace all lines using Luna’s name to fuckin onee-sama

Mod Pupper

FUCKIN PLEASE

YOU’RE MARRYING BIG SISTER LUNA?

BIG SISTER LUNA LOOKS AMAZING WHAT A QUEEN

big sister luna died sorry noct :(

Mod Peach

tbh if she was actually called that it probably would

have hurt so much cause they would have viewed her as a

sister figure and when she died it would rip hearts out

Mod Pupper

okay satan nobody asked

Mod Peach

I want to see the chocobros crying about losing their dear big sister Luna

Mod Pupper

tbh tho I would have loved that they were all childhood friends would have  given luna a more emotional impact

Mod Peach

ooooh wouldn’t that help explain Gladio’s violent reaction to Noct on the train? He just lost the only one who could really care for him the way a big sister did and of course, just like losing a lover, that pain gets misdirected and mistakenly taken out on someone else

Mod Pupper

because when she died it was just noctis who was a wreck, everyone else just

ohh shit

well noctis up to ya

Mod Pupper

everyone would have been just as devastated, and we didnt have to see gladio being a dick

hhh we just had to make a joke now we’re questioning the writing and what should have been so we could feel more

Mod Peach

It would have explained his dickishness if he had as much emotional investment as Noctis in Luna. Cause he’s so protective of Iris, I imagine it would be the same for big sis Luna too

when a joke can evolve into a full-blown AU and help

smooth over bad writing and plot holes

Mod Pupper

Exactly tho like

this is the development luna needs

she needs screentime with the chocobros

Mod Peach

honestly square just let us write luna’s dlc

we got this

Mod Pupper

or rewrite luna’s development

so people actually love her instead of not giving a shit

Mod Pupper

just imagining

Prompto crying over Luna because he lost one of his family, since

he’s one of those magitek things

Mod Peach

Prompto would probably scream cry over Luna’s death but we never got to see that or any emotional devastation

Mod Pupper

and Ignis is basically the same yeah? since we dont know any of his family Luna probably taught him manners that he should be teaching to Noct as they grow Gladio trying to be the older sibling but everyone prefers Luna

Mod Peach

yeeeees

Mod Pupper

And when Luna has to leave for whatever Oracle duty she has to do they get emotional because they know they won’t see her for a while

Mod Pupper

When the chocobros try to force Noct to eat his veggies, Luna gets mad and tells them to stop bullying him and you know

they’ll stop because

it’s big sista

Mod Peach

Luna being the one to teach a younger iggy how to do his hair and dress to impress, probably telling them that no matter what if you can walk in heels you’re going to intimidate someone Luna helping give Prompto some body confidence and just big SISTER LUNA

Mod Pupper

YES

also like prompto comes out with like his dream of being a photographer to Luna first because hes too shy

Mod Pupper

and she gives him all that confidence and to believe in himself

and when Ignis gets too carried away with his advisor duties

she’ll call him out

why cant ignis have fun

Mod Peach

She probably brings him things to practice taking

photos with and because she’s ~The Lunafreya, Blood of the Oracle~

she pulls some strings and gets Prompto a good camera, which is the

one he still uses all these years later

Mod Pupper

it’s irreplaceable and the most precious memento Luna left for

him because it’s what gave him the confidence to become the

silly photographer that he is

Mod Peach

just a scene of that, then it cuts to Prompto looking

down at the camera in his hands post-Leviathan would have worked so well

Mod Pupper

in episode ignis, they all run back to where Noctis, luna, and ignis were

But instead they all arrive together and they just see luna

healing noctis while he’s unconscious

They all run towards them to make sure they’re okay

As Luna stops healing Noctis she opens her eyes to see all three of them

Because the last thing she wanted to see is all four of them together

She’d look at them then a tear would shed down her face

They all looked relieved for a moment

Then she closes her eyes then her little oracle spirit appears

behind them as she gives her final farewell

Mod Peach

the chocobros crying out for Luna as she slips away or even one of them spotting Ardyn stabbing her and just running towards her repeating no

Mod Pupper

then they turn around to see her body is no longer there, and all you see beside Noctis is her favorite flower

Mod Pupper

Adding on to Prompto

Luna asks Prompto if he could show all the pictures he took

on his journey with the chocobros to her when they finally meet again

Mod Pupper

And in the end he never got the chance to so he put his camera away for some time until he got over it because he just couldn’t bare to look or take pictures

Mod Peach

and that becomes the main reason he takes photos and has Noct choose them because he wanted the very best to be given to her so that she can feel like she was a part of their travels and not feel left out

Mod Pupper

And you know what, this is perfect

Mod Peach

and it hurt Prompto so much at the end of the game when Noctis went to face his fate cause it would have been a good chance to have Noctis say the exact same thing that Luna did at the beginning and it hurt him cause it really made him realize that he’s going to lose Noctis just like Luna

Mod Pupper

By the end of the game Noctis asks for one picture to take with him

Mod Peach

but this time he does get to bring a memory with him

Mod Pupper

So that Luna can finally see a picture of their time together

PAINFUL

Mod Pupper

and at the back of the picture are just little messages the chocobros wrote for the two

Mod Peach

the message is just

“stand by me”

and little wet spots where Prompto’s tears wet it

or even “walk tall, we’ll see you soon”

Mod Pupper

“Sorry we missed the wedding”

Mod Pupper

When Luna sends out Umbra for those back and forth letters She also leaves stuff for the bros Like “Prompto is probably running out of film so can you give this to him?” “Gladio also loves cup noodles so I sent some for him too.” “And fresh seafood ingredients for Ignis, I also got him new spectacles for extra comfort”