#(also: iggy is such a gentleman when he wants my food)

[shoku-and-awe]

It's ehōmaki season! They usually show up around Christmas, and I come back in January and get so excited that I'm usually sick of them by the time Setsubun rolls around and you're actually supposed to be eating them.

I think my enthusiasm would last longer for ehōmaki made with plain rice, like onigiri. Sushi rice is tasty too, but I reach critical mass with it much quicker. Maybe next month I'll celebrate with kimbap! Sure, they're not Japanese, but neither am I, and the sesame oil rice might be a nice change.

[yaneyanedaze]

My Android Lover 2: Part 1

As I am currently flooded with requests, I wanted to leave this here to show that:

MY ANDROID LOVER IS BACK BABY!

Now this is a Sequel to the series..But I’ll let you figure out the bulk of the story~

With that on with the story!

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My name is Y/n L/n,

I am an Investigative reporter for the Stone Ocean Times. I have tasked with a job to investigate the recent disappearances of people who order from a certain website.

The Websites name?

Jojo’s Bizarre Androids.

Now I wasn’t completely against the idea of Androids to help us out in the world. Hell, I work along side a couple myself, but these were different. According to reports, each Android is made especially for the user, but recently, a certain spike of disappearances have been plaguing people who buy one. My Boss has ordered me to do what ever it takes to figure out an answer to this..even if it means ordering one.

So here I am, it’s 8:40pm and I’m scrolling down the site, taking notes as I go along. “Every Android made for your love and compassion...Each one is programmed for you and only you alone.” I read slowly, clicking on a link, that took me to a page with most of their top sellers. I chuckled at myself in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m doing this..” I muttered. I heard a soft bark and rustling, I turned to see that my dog, Iggy, took his seat next to me on the chair. I guess he couldn’t believe I was doing it either.

As I scrolled down, one caught my eye.

JONATHAN JOESTAR: THE GENTLEMAN ANDROID

Jonathan is an android made to be the perfect man, he’ll cater to your every need and will got out of the way to make sure you’re okay. He’s a sweetheart and is an all around gentlemen. There’s only one of him, so order now or forever lose your chance!

I raised an eyebrow before decided to click on him to examine him more. He seemed to be based off a standard English gentleman. He had blue hair and large muscles, but from the way the website described him, he appeared to be a softly with a huge heart. He was perfect.

I clicked purchased and headed to the next screen, where I put some information in about myself, from my likes and dislikes, to what my job is. Lastly I was about to enter my payment method when a pop up appeared:

CONGRATULATIONS MS.Y/N

You have been chosen to receive the following Android you have selected for free! Continue ahead to finalize your purchase and remember, your Android is made for you! We hope you enjoy Mr.Joestar!

I questioned it heavily, but it didn’t even give me a chance to respond before I was booted back out and the only thing on screen was a receipt and a confirmation about what I ordered. I looked back at Iggy who had the same confused look on his face before raising his paws as if to say ‘I don’t know’. I was somewhat creeped out and decided to close my laptop and headed upstairs to bed with Iggy. I was already skeptically about ordering but that just kinda made things worse, I shook my head and got into to bed letting Iggy hop up into his spot.

‘If only your knew Sweetie..you’ll be mine soon enough..my plan is falling right into place~..’

(The Next Morning)

I yawned as I suddenly jolted up at the sound of things falling downstairs, I also heard Iggy barking, but he suddenly stopped. Slowly climbing out of bed, I grabbed the baseball bat I kept on my bed side and I crept downstairs as quietly as I could. When I reached the base of my stairs, I saw someone standing in my kitchen cooking. Iggy was munching on a bone that was placed in his bowl, he looked up at me and started barking happily, gaining the attention of the male. He turned and gave a breath taking smile.

“Good Morning Master! You were asleep, so I decided to activate and make you breakfast, I hope you like it!~”

I felt a blush creeping up on my face, there in all his glory was the Android I had ordered. He was even better looking in person, defined features, great smile, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he was an Android. The main this that gave it away was the 01 on his neck. I guess that means he’s the first model. I lowered the bat and walked over, he had made eggs, bacon and pancakes for me. He even made the special fluffy pancakes that I really like with extra strawberries. “T-thanks...” I stuttered out. He was just too beautiful for human eyes, he had silky looking blue hair with matching eyes that you could lost in. He sat down infront of me before he began introducing himself.

“My names Jonathan! I am your personal Android Assistant! Thank you so much for choosing me, most people go for the younger models..But I’m really grateful!” He said softly, looking me dead in my face. I nodded in understanding as I stuffed my face. This had to be the best food I’ve even had in my life, whatever he did to it, he made it amazing! He smiled bashfully at me and began speaking again “Tell me more about yourself Master! I only have the basics in my system..I wanna know more about you.” He asks, His hands running through his hair, it seemed as if he was nervous, it was adorable, he was shy.

I felt most of my worry melt away when I began talking to him. He seemed so interested, we even moved from the breakfast table to my living room. He sat on the couch and allowed for me to put my head on his lap as I continued to talk. He would nod his head, laugh and chuckle at the things that I was saying. He was human, Minus the metal parts that are hidden away. Jonathan was exactly what I needed, someone to talk to, someone just to hear me out. I couldn’t wait to show him to the boss tomorrow, maybe Jonathan could even help us out in the office.

I sighed as I felt myself getting sleepy. I had only closed my eyes for a second when I felt Jonathan pick me up into his arms. He mumbled something that I didn’t hear, but at that moment I didn’t care. Sleep was taking over me and I cuddled up to the Android male. I usually don’t open up to people, let alone androids, this easily, but Jonathan was just so sweet and nice I couldn’t help it.

But something felt off....I couldn’t put my finger on it..

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Jonathan walked out of her room with a smile on his face as he headed downstairs. Pressing a button on his chest he heard a females voice come out. “Did you do what I told you SweetHeart?..” She said. Jonathan gave a comfirmatory noise, making her chuckle.

“Good, We can now put our plan in motion...My darling y/n..We’ll meet soon enough. If you want to know the truth..”

[caelestis-aurumxv]

FFXV’s Scenario 01: ‘When they steal you a kiss’ Prompto Ver.

—Good morning…—you murmured, rubbing one of your eyes.

—Good morning, ___________—Noctis answered, sitting in the living room with the other guys—It seems you didn’t sleep very well.

—On the contrary…—you shook your head, taking the seat next to Gladio—I slept very, very, very well.

—You see? I told you that you would feel the difference between a motel bed and a hotel bed—Prompto smiled, crossing his arms.

—The Altissia Hotel is a different thing than the Lestalleum Hotel—Gladio said, looking at every detail of the walls.

—But that doesn’t mean that is a bad hotel…—Noctis spoke, defending the Lestalleum hotel.

—Okay, let’s not get into discussion—Prompto shook his head and arms—Iggy, our itinerary today?

—Well…—the man with the glasses began to say, checking his mobile phone—We have two days before Noctis has his negotiation with Mrs. Camelia

—That lady doesn’t give me any security…—Gladio commented.

—She’s protecting her capital—Noct shrugged—Anyway, does that mean we can explore Altissia?

—Indeed—Ignis answered, revealing a small curve in his mouth—It’s my moment to buy ingredients of a different quality…

—You look pretty excited —Gladio commented—Well, then… will we be all day together?

—I think that we can eat together and then everyone goes wherever he wants—Prompto said.

—It’s a good idea…I’ll see if I can fish from a gondola—Noctis said and everyone laughed in their ways.

—I don’t think you can do that, you’ll have to pay a lot to the main in charge—you said, laughing at the king’s ideas.  

—Well, I’m the King of Insomnia, he should leave me—with that he said, everyone started making noises, and Ignis sighed for that comment.

—That is completely abuse of power—Gladio said.

—You should be ashamed Noctis Lucis Caelum—Prompto threatened laughing.

—What would your father say about you, Noct?—you disapproved, shaking your head.

—Ok, ok… Let’s go to Maagho—said the King before you continued to bother him.

               Altissia was really beautiful, it was something you shouldn’t recognize, because you saw it. The crystal clear water everywhere, the jewelry stalls, the floating shops, the gondolas… It was just wonderful; you loved it.

               Traveling in a gondola was one of the best parts of begin in the capital, besides seeing how people walked enjoying the beauty that surrounded them, you always liked to observe other people and in a moment you saw yourself trapped by the aura of those four guys who had a couple of time traveling with you. Great friends and companions.

—Hey, ___________, are you here?—Gladio called you, then you reacted to shake your head, you had been watching them for a long time.

—I-I…. was… spacing out?—You asked a little nervous, beginning to blush.

—You are blushing!—Prompto said, pointing your face.

—Leave her…—Noctis defend you, hitting Prompto on the head.

—I, I was… just watching you, and then… I thought how much I like to share with you guys, you are a treasure for me—you began to say, looking at each of the boys and giving them a bright smile.

—W-Woah… —Gladiolus only made that sound—It’s the cutest thing that someone has said to me ever.

—Are you serious?!—Noctis exclaimed mockingly.

—I’m sorry, your majesty—Gladio rolled his eyes—People didn’t praise me every day.

—Gladio…—Ignis murmured arranging his glasses.

—Ok, ok… —the big boy grumbled—After eating with you guys, I’ll stay at the bar.

—My idea of fishing from a gondola stills—Noctis said.

—I’ll look for some small things—you said, after all you were a girl and you loved to have some accessories.

               They were all naming parts of the landscape that attracted their attention, creating a tourist atmosphere, however, the boy with freckles seemed absorbed in looking at your profile that was watching the citizens of Altissia, he pressed his camera in his hand just for a moment. I knew he could take a picture of you and that you wouldn’t be angry, but what bothered him was the fact that he hadn’t take a photograph of your smile.

—Prompto? What will you do?—the cook asked to the photographer.

—E-Eh? … I think I’ll for some new parts for my camera, or some old-vintage cameras—the boy answered, quickly returning to reality.

—Oh! Then you can come with me—you said, taking the shoulder of the boy who turned to see you and nodded, giving you a small smile.

—You must be careful; we don’t know if we are safe here—Gladio warned.

—Ah, I hope so… I must say I’m a little tired—Noctis commented and then yawned, then everyone in the gondola yawned.

—Woah, it really is mirror—Prompto said laughing.

—We’ve arrived…—Ignis interrupted.

               Going to Maagho was something more homey and magical, besides being almost under the structures of the city, it was also floating, rather it was like a small port, but that didn’t take away the interesting. Weskham always received them cordially, willing to give them information of the places where they could find things they needed. It was a cozy place, where they could eat while listening to the stories of the host and cook of the post.

—I could do this when we camp…—Ignis murmured, while looking at the plate of the ‘Fettini di Cernia’

—It seems so delicate—Prompto murmured, then grabbed his camera and took a picture, but he almost drops it when he hears a sound, better said a sound from your mouth.

—Hey, hey! Hahahahaha—Gladio started to laugh—_______, watch out to make those noises here, people could misinterpret it.

—W-What? It was very loud?—You asked, feeling like your face was slowly turning red.

—If you take a man to sleep with you and make a sound like that, surely the man will be doing his work very well—Weskham said, making everyone bursts out laughing, except you, who only managed to get more and more red.

—I’m sorry…—you apologized, looking down—It’s because is so delicious.

—Don’t panic—Noctis covered his smile with one of his hands—Your culinary orgasm is safe with us.

—Forget it, please—you begged, eating another portion of the dish, and this time covering your mouth immediately.

—___________, you’re one in a million, really!—Gladio let out a laugh.

—Il will be difficult to do it—Prompto commented laughing.

—Dude, sometimes you sound so perverted—Noctis said, and the now the laughter went against the blond one.

—Enough, I didn’t say it was that intention!—Prompto claimed, red to the ears.

—Calm down Prompto, it doesn’t bother me, at all…—you said with a smile, hoping that they stopped bothering the boy—I’m neither the first nor the last girl that you will listen.

               And they all lowered their heads with a red tone on their cheeks, the boys have never had the opportunity to talk about those things in your presence, it’s still like a taboo subject when you’re present.

—Well, Weskham, thank you very much for the food…I’ll start walking, Altissia is very big and I have a lot to bargain with—you said, leaving your seat and placing a couple of guiles on the table—There’s my money.

—Oh! W-Wait, ___________!—Prompto took a quick sip of his glass of juice and let it behind with some money, catching you in the gondola harbor.

—We’ll communicate! —Gladio shouted in your direction, both of you raised your thumbs.

               Again you were in a gondola, and you couldn’t feel more absorbed in this amazing scenery; the light had gone down and the lanterns were starting to light little by little, it was time for the night to come. Everything in Altissia seemed to become even more beautiful when the lights appeared, the reflections of the streetlights made it seem that the water under the gondola was similar to a sea of fireflies.

               The beauty of Altissia always blinded you from the other, to see how some blue eyes looked at you and every detail of your person, from head to toe. Prompto knew you were a pretty girl, but seeing the lights of Altissia enhanced your beauty and caused havoc in him. From your smile early today, the culinary orgasm you had, to the beauty and delicacy of your profile. Obviously, he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to take a couple of photos, but he hears Noctis’s words echoed in his head.

—…Hey, _________—Prompto pronounced your name, with a different tone of voice—About what Noct said…

—Did it really affect you?—You asked turning to see the blond boy, he lowered his head—Let’s see…—and the you approached the boy and took a seat next to him—It didn’t bother me, seriously, there are things that… sometimes girls likes to ear.

—Really?—Prompto asked raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide.

—Yeah, of course… And the fact that you said that you won’t be able to forget my sound, makes me feel confident, but sh… It’s a secret—You whispered at the final, winking and placing your finger over your lips—You can’t tell anyone.

—O-Ok… I won’t—he stutters a little, and thanks to the moment when the gondola goes under a bridge, the blonde and his blushes went completely unnoticed for you.

—We have arrived—said the gondolier.

               Your journey through Altissia began in the stores that had appliances, some had treasures that were very valuable, antique vases with gold details, silver frames, antique mirrors, vinyl players… It was like traveling through time. However, Prompto had not found any old camera, or spare parts. Although he wasn’t very upset about it either, because he occasionally took a photograph of some object he liked.

—What do you think?—You asked the blond guy, placing an open fan on your face, beginning to blink many times.

—A damsel—said Prompto, bowing in front of you, starting to follow your game.

—Oh, what a gentleman…—You followed, offering your hand to him, and as soon as Prompto knelt he left a kiss on the back of your hand.

               You both laughed, thanking the vendor of the store, and then getting out of it and continuing with the search. Apparently there weren’t many cameras available for what you could see in the streets, but Prompto didn’t look annoyed or disappointed, in fact; He had a thousand photo to take in the streets of Altissia.

—Miss, sorry… Could you help me to see the map of the place?—and old and small woman asked, near you, interrupting your walk with Prompto.

—O-Oh… sure—you answered, then you take the arm of the blue-eyed boy—Prompto, I’ll be back soon… —You said suddenly, and the boy nodded, taking pictures again with his camera.

               The lends worked perfectly despite the number of photos he had taken and the trips it had endured. The photos went one after the other, Altissia was a beautiful sector and that inspired Prompto even more to take more photos, until his camera stopped in front of a jewelry stand. And there he stayed, seeing a beautiful necklace. A blue diamond that looked like the living reflection of the Altissia sea.

               On the other side, you were helping Mrs. Rosea, who had introduced herself. She explained that she was looking for a gift for her husband, who like gifts from ancient times, relics… And you remembered the shop that with Prompto had visited previously, it didn’t take long to find the store, as you were moving along the catwalks and stairs of Altissia. Mrs. Rosea seemed to hold the rhythm well, but equally you waited for her or slowed your steps.

               When you arrived at the store, you greeted the seller again, who was busy with some boxes, you didn’t want to bother him and took the little old woman to see the items you had previously checked with your blond friend, and when the seller saw you were approaching the sector where he was, he stopped you with his hand then he took your arm.  

—W-What happens?—You asked  a little scared by his reaction.

—I have something for you—the salesman said, dedicating a smile.

               It passed about thirty minutes, your breath was broken while you run between the streets and the people of Altissia, you really hoped that Prompto hadn’t been far away, because finding him it would be only possible by talking on the phone. But to your relief, when you were almost arriving at another gondola port, you saw him. There he was, looking at the Altissia sea from that port, with his hands in his pockets.

—Prompto, I’m sorry!—You apologized with a nervous smile.

—Oh, ________! Finally you arrive, I thouth I’d see you again at the hotel—the blond boy said, only taking one hand out of his pockets—Did you help her?

—Take it! TA-DAH!—You exclaimed, showing in front of him a model of a camera ALPA 12 SAW, a relic of the year 1942.

               And Prompto’s eyes shone like those of a child at Christmas when he was the object in your hands, before being able to take that piece of art, he hastened to leave something inside his pocket, and as if his life depended on it he hurried to take the camera, it seemed that his finger caressed it with love and respect.

—You can have a photographic orgasm right now—You said to annoy him and he showed his teeth in a smile—It comes with a bag to carry it.

—Really, thank you very much… How many guiles did it cost?—And after that question you shook your head—Oh, come on… You must have pay a fortune.

—We will take about it later, because I think it’s time to go, we’ve seen many things… although I didn’t find any kind of necklace, but Mrs. Rosea was very nice and cute—You related to Prompto, who was now putting the camera inside the matching bag.

—Wait a moment, I also have something for you—Prompto interrupted, showing the palms of his hands in front of your face, stopping your actions and your words.

               You didn’t say anything until the freckled boy did his part, when the boy took from his pocket that necklace with a drop-shaped diamond, with a color as blue as the sea of Altissia and as blue as… his own eyes, you were completely speechless. You only covered your mouth with both hands.

—T-Thank you, really… It’s beautiful—You said, looking that masterpiece in Prompto’s hands.

—May I…?—Prompto asked, and his gestures made you understand what he had said.

               You proceeded to take your hair, removing it from your neck to make a kind of tail that you held with your right hand.

—Are you really sure about this?—Prompto was a little nervous, you nodded.

—Come on, nothing bad will happen…—You muttered, revealing your naked neck when you turned on your feet in front of the boy, showing your back.

               The cold of the diamond hit your skin gently when the boy managed to position the collar on the top of your torso, finally using extreme care to close the clasp, causing a rubbing between his fingers and your skin. And that caused a chill in you.

—…Come on, let me see it—Prompto said, expectantly.

—Are you going to take a picture…?—you asked, turning slowly, finding a boy who was now taking over his camera again, to take a picture of you.

—Make sure to s…—he was saying, until he raised his gaze and there he found your smile with closed eyes, the same one that you had given to the four of them earlier that day.

               But this time you were blushing and he can see that.

               Prompto could feel the warmth of your cheeks as one of his hands reached your face, causing uncertainty in you, causing you to open your eyes to see how the boy’s eyelashes were showing off in front of you. The blond boy had closed his eyes and rather, now he was kissing you with the same delicacy that had previously showed, caressing the camera that you gave him, even more.

               You could see how everything around you became slower, warmer, more proper as those lips were over yours, maybe it was the romantic atmosphere of Altissia, or just the tender touch of that boy who until now was kissing you, but the moment seemed to start cracking when Prompto opened his eyes and saw yours directly.

—Y-You took the picture?—Your question was a whisper when Prompto walked away. What a stupid question you though later.

—Something better…—the blond boy whispered—I caught the moment myself…

               And then the phone rang for both of you, Ignis was calling you, and in the case of Prompto: Noctis. It was time to go back to the hotel. The boy clicked his tongue and the looked at you with his gift in your neck, the magic of Altissia helped him to be a little braver. And he was happy with that, for now.

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Yessss, i ended my first scenario pack. So, i’ll wait if someone wants an specific one, or if nothings happens... I’ll bring you a new one, I have some ideas now, but I have to write them... 

But, anyways, thank you for reading, Prompto is my bias, so his scenarios will be always the last, because I need to focus on the others too. 

Reblog, like if you want and follow me for more fanfics <3

[lord-rosenth0rne]

I love how I make characters to be my persona in certain universes and I end up putting too much thought in them to where I make a background and alter them so much that when I do something that I would normally do, it becomes too OOC for that character and I have to go back to the drawing board XD

My Pyro Main just became that...She went from destructive, fun-loving, hopeless romantic to this silent Michael Myers type who killed her mother for forcing her into beauty pageants with a penchant for throwing gasoline around and lighting people on fire just for the hell of it. 

Yeah... This oughta be fun. Might still be able to shoehorn the hopeless romantic bit in there somewhere for her but the rest went out the window.

Edit: I kiiiinda also made my own team... On paper and SFM too... I think I kinda went overboard... I can post the SFM stuff later if anyone’s interested. The rest is undercut. Some just have a couple of things off from their original counterparts.

Jethro: An elderly cantankerous engineer. Years in the mercenary field has taken a toll on him and made him salty. Due to this, his teammates try to avoid him on the field and off. He won’t hesitate to call you out on bullshit or make an example of you if you try to push him. He absolutely hates incompetence and believes his ‘team’ is full of idiots who ‘can’t tell their asses from holes in the ground’. He can usually hold his own very well which has led the opposing team to gang up on him in order to take him down. This has become an issue but due to his reputation with the other teammates, he can’t get the help he needs. He is the oldest by far out of all of the mercenaries. His favorite word is ‘Dumbass’ but his insults can get quite colorful and creative. His past isn’t well known other than the fact he was once married and had kids.

Stefan: The team’s Medic and leader. As a young man studying in the medical field, he was forced to join the Nazi cause but fled the moment he could, however not before performing unspeakable acts under the threat of those same acts happening to him. He is haunted by what he has done and has tried to turn himself in once the allies had taken over only to be brushed off due to lack of evidence. The commander who forced him to do those acts had taken credit for all of it for some twisted sense of ‘glory’. Stefan suffers from a heavy form of PTSD and can’t be left alone to his thoughts without alcohol. He considers himself a monster who can’t go back to normal life. He has been under Jethro’s wing since he entered the Mercenary scene. He tries to atone for his past by being a good leader and Medic to his team.

Jasper: The team’s Sniper. He’s very calm, quiet and reserved. He doesn’t often get involved in any conflict with other teammates unless it is to break up a nasty fight. If he has to raise his voice, someone is going to pay. He prefers the solitude his job gives him. He has several birds which he uses to communicate with others without leaving the watchtower of the base headquarters. He’s rarely seen outside of the base when not fighting. His teammates chalk it up to his job needing stealth more than him actually wanting to be alone.

Nikoli: The team’s Heavy. That’s all anyone knows minus his favorite foods and past times. While he is friendly and can be quite boisterous, the man is careful not to reveal anything about his past. He will become stone-faced if asked about it and will promptly change the subject. He is well versed in multiple weapons and can be an efficient leader when given the opportunity. Rumor has it that he may have been or still be a sleeper agent but no evidence has surfaced. The Soldier tries to butt heads with Nikoli over the fact he’s Russian but Nikoli laughs him off and offers to buy him a drink.

Gawen: The team’s Demoman and second in command. Gawen came to America looking for a better life only to fall deep into the crime scene when he was met with resistance and racism from the locals. The only jobs he could land were those no one wanted to do but even then they didn’t pay well. He was soon picked up by a local crime syndicate after he finished a fight that he didn’t start in a local pub against rival gang members. As a member, he thrived for years while discovering his love for explosives but once the head of the syndicate was assassinated, it was disbanded and caused him to go west to find work.

Jack: The team’s Scout. Fancies himself as ‘Jumping Jack Flash’. Some kid from the Bronx who thinks he’s hot shit with a passion for sports, not just baseball. After beating a customer to near death with a metal bat at the sports store he used to work at, he fled and ended up at Teufort. He insists the customer was asking for it and doesn’t seem to regret his actions. Jack also seems to be a closeted homosexual and shows extreme fear when someone jokingly alludes to him being gay which often leads to him trying to ‘prove heterosexuality’ to the person. One of his cousins was tortured and murdered for being homosexual by people who were supposed to be friends.

Iggy: The team’s offensive Pyro, but he usually goes by ‘Pyro’. Not many of the Mercs actually know it’s ‘Iggy’. He looks like an absolute badass biker but it’s all for show. The other team doesn’t need to know that though. He does not take off his mask for anyone except the Medic. He does own a motorcycle and will go off on his own for long periods of time. When he’s at the base, he usually knits, cooks, and cleans. He does not like Jethro as the codger made him cry on more than one occasion.

Arsene: The team’s Spy. Because no one is using their original names, this man has decided to choose the name of the famous gentleman thief, Arsene Lupin, who may or may not exist in their fictional universe. Not much is known about the man otherwise, other than the fact he may be on several watch lists under several different names. He loves gardening and incorporates fresh flowers in his dapper style whenever possible. He tends to flirt with anything that moves.

Warren: The team’s Soldier. Second oldest on the team and an actual war veteran… er, war criminal. He abandoned his platoon in order to carry out some extreme measures on the enemy. He was hoping to get to Hitler himself and strangle him. Once he got word of Hitler’s suicide, he set his sights on Stalin but was caught before he could even reach Russia. His kill streak spans into the hundreds. He and Stefan have crossed paths once before with Stefan narrowly escaping his rampage.

Cynder: The team’s defensive Pyro and the only female to date on the team (Soldier bitches about it behind her back). She was hired onto the Red team at Stefan’s request to help Jethro as none of the other teammates wanted to and basically does intern work outside of battle. While she has no recorded work experience, she does have training as she comes from a long lineage of mercenaries. She is often silent and has a Michael Myers vibe about her when she is working, using only gestures to communicate. She has a habit of just appearing out of nowhere. She uses this to her advantage, often splashing targets with gasoline and lighting them on fire if the situation calls for it. It’s a game of Russian Roulette, leaving witnesses to wonder if she’ll light the gas or not. She often carries an old silver zippo lighter with a skull etched in the side. The shotgun she uses is an old stock shotgun with ornate markings down its barrel that belonged to a family member of hers. Her teammates do not know what to make of her and the presence of a woman on the team has caused opposing team to hesitate when squaring off with her. She doesn’t have Pyrovision but is brutal enough without it. Cynder is considered the catalyst for more female mercs to be hired by the two companies.

[thisishawkins]

Here We Go

Here’s the second part to “Dammit”! I plan on making this a series, so feedback would be much appreciated! I tried uploading this once, and it didn’t seem like it was showing up, so here it goes, again! ~ K

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Trigger warnings: none (if there is any thing that is, please let me know!)

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“Heyo, Jonathan.” You greeted as you walked up to the lanky boy with reclusive-tendencies.

He smiled as he pulled his Physics textbook out of his locker. “Morning, Y/N.”

The both of you had been friends since you were in elementary school. His mom, Joyce, and your mom had been close friends since they were about your age.

The two of you began to catch up, as you hadn't spoken in a couple of days. The warning bell rang as you were talking, alerting the both of you that class would start in five minutes.

“So, I guess I'll see you in the red room during fifth period?” You asked him. The both of you had your free period during that time, which normally meant you would either develop photos with Jonathan, or sit outside in your car or the library.

“Yeah, I started a new project. I think that you'll like it.” He stated, a mischievous glint in his eye. You narrowed your eyes and smirked.

“Okay, Mr. Sneaky. I'll see you then.”

You walked past him to make your way to your literature class.

You and Jonathan had almost always had a hint of playfulness towards each other, but that was because you both were so comfortable. It just proved how strong of a friendship that you had with one another.

You had other friends, like Julia Donovan, another girl who frequented the red room, Nancy Wheeler, and a smattering of others, but your friendship with Jonathan Byers was the most resilient.

Not that you had problems with the others, but Julia could be a little rude to Jonathan. And Nancy Wheeler seemed to have her head so far up Steve Harrington's ass that she had seemingly forgotten about her friends.

Steve had always been nice to you, even when he was an utter asshole. Luckily, since he started dating Nancy, he had gotten better and better.

But more often than not, you went solo. And sure, you'd had a couple of boyfriends, but you were so used to being content with it just being you, a handful of friends, and your mother that you couldn't stand it.

They had been clingy. Jacob Donahue had trouble with understanding that you wanted to get out of Hawkins some day. And Derrick Jacobs couldn't get it through his thick skull that you were your own person, not some piece of property, or just a piece of ass.

Being on your own was nice a majority of the time, but other times it kind of ate at you. Like there was something that you were missing out on.

After Jonathan’s younger brother Will, along with Nancy's friend Barb, disappeared last year, and somehow it had to do with something that Nancy and Jonathan couldn't talk about due to it being involved with “the government”, that feeling of missing out accompanied a feeling of uneasiness that settled into the pit of your stomach.

Something was off about Hawkins, and you knew it.

*

Billy took the desk closest to the door once he arrived to his calculus class. He slid into the faux-wood chair with metal-legs, and dropped his bag beside him.

He spotted Mr. Winston at the opposite corner of the room, slowly rifling through his briefcase. The man moved and spoke like Frankenstein.

Billy huffed, and perched his head onto his hand. He’d much rather be driving around in the Camaro, maybe going to grab something at the local diner he hadn’t been to, yet. Maybe even with you by his side.

His thoughts and eyes wondered, and he noticed that the girl sitting in the desk next to him was looking at him with a glaze over her eyes, practically under a spell.

He flashed her a smile and winked, and she all but sighed in a way that could’ve lead to her fainting.

God, these girls are too easy to win over, he thought. At least he knew that they weren’t getting bored of him already.

Later, when Mr. Winston finally began his monotone lecture of the morning, and Billy surprising jotted down some notes, the gears in his mind began to turn.

Although Billy had another nightmare the night before, he still felt more, well, he couldn't put an exact word to it.

Yeah, his home-life was insufferable and his father was a complete dickwad, plus the annoying morons and airheads at school didn't really help, even if they were beginning to worship him. But somehow, briefly meeting you had made him a little more positive. Maybe this town held something, or someone, of significance to Billy. Maybe Billy could make it out of this hellhole alive, and not end up like his father.

There were a lot of maybes in Billy’s life, and he wanted answers.

*

You had been sitting in your car with your windows down, jamming to Black Sabbath and eating your salad when you noticed that Billy Hargrove was walking toward you.

He gave you a small wave, a smirk already settling onto his lips.

You reached over to turn down your stereo as Heaven and Hell started playing.

He approached your car, and when he did, he leaned against it, placing a hand above your driver's side window and looked down at you.

“Enjoying your lunch, Y/N?” He asked, squinting from the bright sunlight.

“Well I was, until some guy with a curly mullet interrupted me from my afternoon Sabbath session.” You teased, a smirk resting on your face.

“Can I join you?” He inquired, shaking the red apple in his hand for emphasis.

Some of his blonde curls were laying on his forehead, nearly meeting his eyes, while the rest lay on his taut shoulders. He was wearing a white button-down, with half of the buttons done up, despite the chilliness of the late September air, and fitted jeans with his bulky boots. A darkened silver chain with an emblem hung loosely on him, which the lighter metal of his dangling earring contrasted. He was a sight.

You nodded, and his smile grew as he headed around the front of the Gremlin to open the passenger side door.

He slid himself next to you inside the cabin of the car, his long frame fitting into it somehow.

“So, how're you liking Hawkins, all things considering?”, you asked him, meeting his eyes before taking a drink from your bottle of water.

“Indiana doesn't really compare to California. God, I miss it.”, He answered, his smile slightly shrinking, “But, it seems like I'm about to bump Harrington off of the top of the food-chain, so that’s a plus.” He took a bite of his apple and slung his right arm to hang out the window.

You rolled your eyes. You knew that Billy had this big-headed air to him, and you’d heard some things from a few of classmates. You also knew that his need to be overly-masculine and harsh with others were ways to release some of his anger and the pain that he endured at home. You had taken note of his raw-red cheek last night, and had witnessed the interactions between Billy and his father.

“Oh please, these people flock to anything with a nice ass and a bad attitude.” You commented, before you resumed eating your lunch.

“Did you just say that I have a nice ass?” He began, a smile still perched on his face and a glint of something fiery flickered in his eyes.

You smirked on, holding his gaze for a moment.

“Billy, you know that most of those people in there, like Tommy H, are only going to peak here. Plus, I can't tell who wants to screw you more, Tommy or Carol.

Billy nearly choked on a bite of his apple, and you burst into laughter.

*

As you both talked and joked on, Billy's hopes lifted, but worry began to set it. You and your mother were coming over for dinner tonight to see his family. He knew that his dad would never lay a hand on him in front of other people, besides Susan. But, he couldn't help dreading you meeting his father and seeing a small glimpse of his life at home, or the facade that Susan and Neil strenuously put on in front of others.

“You're saying that Blitzkrieg Bop is better than The Passenger?” He asked you, amused by how this lunch, and conversation, was going. He took another puff of his cigarette, feeling the familiar burn.

You allowed him to smoke in the car, as long as he held it out the window and blew the smoke toward it.

“Hell yes, Iggy has definitely lost his touch. When is comes to punk, The Ramones is where it's at. Have you heard that song? It's defines the word rad.” You explained before flipping down your visor mirror and reapplying some lip balm.

“Oh come on, The Passenger is fucking great. The Ramones are cool, but Iggy is just fantastic.” He told you, irritation slightly peeking through, but his smile never faltered.

“Hargrove, you can't believe that you’re telling me that -” You began, but you were interrupted by the faint sound of the bell ringing.

“I guess that's our cue.” Billy told you, his gaze meeting your own. He tossed his cigarette bud out of the window, and blew the last of the smoke out. He didn't want to leave his spot from sitting in your car with you for the rest of the day, even if it was small and in the school parking lot.

“Unfortunately.” You answered, giving him a soft smile. Turning around, you grasped at your backpack and pulled it into your lap as Billy got up and shut the car door. He walked back around to your side and opened your door.

“What a gentleman, Mr. Hargrove.” You joked, a hand placed over you heart. You got to your feet and slung your bag on to your shoulder. He tried to contain his smile, but failed.

“You know, I never would’ve pegged you for a guy that’s into punk rock.” You commented with a sly smile. He met your eyes and returned it.

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me, darlin’.”

The way he said it made a fire light inside of you, and your cheeks slightly burned as if you were near one. You bit your lip and looked down, hoping he didn’t notice.

The both of you walked in comfortable silence as you approached the side door of the school.

“See you at dinner, princess.” Billy told you as the two of you entered the school and the scent of chalk dust and sneakers wafted into your nostrils.

“I'll be the one in the Zeppelin tee.” You told him. He chuckled and winked in response.

As you parted ways, the both of you thought the same thing.

You're something else.

*

“Jonathan, these are amazing!” You said as he revealed the series of photos he had taken that weekend, hanging them up onto the line above the both of you to dry.

He beamed. You hoped that he would pursue photography when the pair of you graduated, knowing he would be truly happy if he did instead of settling with something more dull and possibly more “reliable”.

“Thanks.” He paused, sincerity in his hazel eyes as he blushed slightly, “Yeah, I never thought that I'd get any inspiration from Hawkins, but a lot of the buildings downtown just have this thing about them, you know? I guess it's just the memories that belong to them.” He explained, his eyes glazing over in thought as they moved from you up to the photos, again.

One was outside the strip of stores downtown, one of which Joyce worked at. The sun was setting, as many of the street lights and neon signs were on in the photo. In a way, it looked quite beautiful.

As you continued to look at his collection of photos, you had spurts of memories run through you as your eyes switched from photo to photo.

One of you and Jonathan getting ice cream at one of the parlor's downtown, the pair of you having to be at least seven or eight years old. Your mom found the both of you and had wiped her thumb across both of your faces, for smears of chocolate ice cream had decorated your mouths and chins like an abstract art piece.

Another of when Will had crashed his bike in the middle of Maple Avenue a few years back, and you had ran up to him to help with his small injuries. Will was one of the sweetest boys that you had ever known.

When you had helped him up from the ground, he practically insisted that he was alright, though his arm was bleeding and he had a scrap underneath his small chin. “It's fine, really, Y/N. I don't want to get blood on you.”

At that you had chuckled, and continued to help him down the road towards his mom's store to get bandages.

Then, there was one photo in particular that you had to take a closer look at. Unclasping it from the line, you held it up and closer to the fluorescent red light, while Jonathan peered at you questioningly.

It featured Will and his friends, the Party, they called themselves. All four boys were riding their bikes away from the camera, supposedly on one of the roads leading toward the country roads near the Byers’ house. Above the Party were some dark clouds, but as you took a second glance, something was way off about the sky.

In the photo, above the small figure that you identified as Will, the clouds looked twisted and contorted into some kind of creature, something between an octopus and faceless alien, it’s multiple arms sprouting out across the sky and looking down on the four boys.

“What in the hell is that?” You asked Jonathan, snapping your head over to him as you still held the picture up. “You’re seeing this, right?”

He nodded, his mouth agape, no real words forming. “No, not again.” He finally sputtered out.

“Jonathan, what the do you mean ‘not again’?”

Your jaw clenched, that feeling of uneasiness returning to the pit of your stomach. It had to do with what both of your friends couldn’t tell you, about their loved ones disappearing last year.

“Jonathan Reed Byers, if you don’t tell me what the fu-”

“It’s a long story. And you cannot tell a soul. Unless you’re prepared to skip sixth period, then it’ll have to wait.” Jonathan had a frown plastered on his face, clear stress already evident in his eyes.

“I’m all ears, Jonny boy.”

*

Still reeling from everything Jonathan had told you, about the utter horrifying insanity that was the Upside Down, a world that somehow latched itself onto your own, the Demogorgon, an alien creature that inhabited it, and how that it was where Will and Barb had disappeared to last year. As you had concluded, Barb didn’t make it and the government covered it up, just as they still were. Jonathan also mentioned that the girl that the FBI had been looking for last year was a part of it, too. Apparently her name was Eleven, and she was a cruel government experiment, and had special powers that could connect with the Upside Down. If not for her, Will would have not made it.

You couldn’t concentrate in the rest of your afternoon classes, still dazed from whatever you had just been absorbed into. As you sat there, impatiently waiting for the school day to end, you thought about Jonathan’s picture, it being etched into your brain.

It’s not over. It’s coming back for Will. For us all.

You thought as the shrill ring of the bell signaled that you were finally relieved from an education for the day. You bolted to your locker.

*

“You ready to head over?” Your mom asked you as she popped her head around the door frame to your room.

Nodding, you set your hairbrush down onto your dresser. You had been quieter than normal, and your mom had assumed that you were just nervous about dinner. If only she knew.

Your mom grabbed the casserole that she had made, while you grabbed the container of cookies. The both of you walked down to the Hargrove house, the air already changing from comforting, light, and warm to one of foreboding and chilliness. You shivered at the sight, worried for Billy.

“Here we go.” You mumbled as your mom rang the doorbell, then elbowing you in the arm.

You heard shuffling footsteps, and a hum of a television. The door opened and the pair of you were welcomed by a woman, slim and pinkened by a still-present Californian tan, a puff of red curls neatly atop her head, and a set of doe-brown eyes that had greeted you before her words.

“Welcome, you two! Please, come in.” Her voice was soft, matching her eyes. You wondered then if Mr. Hargrove treated her and her daughter anything like he treated his son. Susan and your mom began chatting as they headed towards the kitchen.

“Oh, I’ll take that dish, Y/N. Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable? I’m sure Maxine or Billy will be out here shortly.”  Susan told you. Your mom gave you an assuring glance.

You turned, but stopped, noticing that Billy was walking out of the hallway toward the front of the house. When he met your gaze, he flashed you a smile that made you melt a little. You would never admit that to anyone but yourself. You weren’t one to drool over a guy.

Little did you know, when you returned an equally charming and genuine smile to Billy, he couldn’t help but melt just a bit, too.

However, much to Billy’s annoyance, Max came walking down the hallway, interrupting the pair of you. You shifted your gaze onto the younger girl, a scowl shown on her tanned, freckled face, clearly indicating that she wasn’t thrilled about attending this dinner, either.

“Hey, you must be Maxine. I’m-”

“It’s Max.” She corrected, Billy’s irritated expression deepening. You, however, weren’t fazed.

“Oh, okay. Max, I’m Y/N.”, You smiled before saying, “I know that you would probably rather be riding your skateboard and not meeting another lame person, but let’s try to act like we are enjoying it, just for our moms’ sake, yeah?”

Her mouth quirked up a smidgen at that, nodding. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

She walked off to the living room, leaving you and Billy alone.

“So, do you want the whole tour?” Billy joked, shuffling his feet.

You look over at your mom and Susan, both of them happily bantering back and forth and setting the table. Max was watching the television, lazily situated on the sofa.

“Lead the way.”

*

Billy was unorganized, to say the least. But, he was neat, too.

After showing you the bedrooms, bathrooms (one of which was all pink, and the shower-head was too low for him), the spot where he worked out, Neil’s office (which you didn’t go into, and he wasn’t allowed, Billy noted), the both of you found your way back to his room.

He was pretty much settled in, a few things still in their boxes.

His vinyls, cologne, and hair-products (which you couldn't help but tease him about, because he used the Farrah Fawcett spray, and you knew for a fact that Steve Harrington did, too) were organized and together, but everything else was not. His bed was made haphazardly, some of his clothes were off the hangers. He had a couple of beer cans that hadn’t made it into the small trash can.

Though, he had posters up, a big mirror leaning against one of the walls and a couple of framed pictures. The posters were of a model, Lori Singer from Footloose (which you thought was cute), and one of the newest model of the Camaro.

“So, what do you think?” He asked, amused. He had been admiring the way you were studying things. His jitters replaced his smooth, composed style. He had noticed your sweet smile looking over his possessions, and the room he was forced to move into.

You picked up one of the photos, it was small, but in a frame. It was tucked close to his bed on his bedside table, almost seeming like he was trying to hide it.

It was of a woman, her blonde locks tied up into a loose ponytail, and her wide smile and flashy blue eyes stared at you. She was beautiful.

“Is this your-”

“Y-yeah. It’s a … that’s my mom.” He sputtered, looking down at his hands, which were now together and twisting his rings. You saw this, and quickly put the framed portrait back where it was.

“I didn’t mean to upset you or anything.” You told him, gulping back the worry and empathy that overtook you. He shook his head in response, assuring you that you didn’t do anything wrong, but he still didn’t look up to meet your eyes.

You sat down next to him on his bed. Not really knowing what to say, you just leaned in and said, “You know, I don’t know what you've been through, but now that you’re kind of stuck here in this shitty town, you do have someone that you can suffer with.”

He looked up then, his blue orbs now watery.

“It’s me, you goof.” You smiled as you bumped his should with your own.

His frown dissolved into a small smile. Although he was vulnerable, something that he definitely wasn't used to and didn’t enjoy in the slightest, you somehow made him forget that.

The moment evaporated when a thud of a door shutting alerted the pair of you of another presence in the Hargrove household. Both of your smiles shifted into looks of uncomfortableness, but Billy’s was more cross, a look of trepidation in his eyes that he would never let anyone else see.

Neil was home.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Howzabout sweet pure country girl Cindy and classy perfect gentleman Ignis for a romantic ship? :D

DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE, YES! (ノ*°▽°*)

That would be sweet!! And I mean sweet as in their relationship would be so sweet, not the idea. Which is sweet, too! Hgfnndfgnf

I like to imagine it would be Cindy who asks him out! ♡ ～('u^人)

Imagine maybe Cindy is often asked out by lots of dudes and gurls every time, and every time they just interrupt her work for this nonsense that she doesn’t have the time or interest for. Prompto has tried. Noctis keeps encouraging him. Gladio has tried, even if just for the sake of his daily flirting. But not Ignis; Ignis stays away and gives her the space that she wants and adores.

And it’s ironically the only one guy that doesn’t try to flirt with her the one she grows romantically fond of.

Because this gentleman knows what space is and when ‘No’ means no, and if he has tried nothing it’s because he heard she’s not interested so he won’t insist. And it also speaks of how little he cares about physical looks, so that’s even more attractive of him for her. 

Imagine Cindy starting to notice that Ignis always respects her space and behaves so good when he speaks with her. He doesn’t get nervous, cheeky, bored, it’s just a perfect balance, like he’s talking with any other friend. Because that’s what she is to him, just another friend, and Cindy LOVES that. She’s not the cute girl from the garage, she’s not the sexy lady from Hammerhead, she’s not a crush or an enemy or an ally, she’s a friend to him.

Imagine Cindy watching the way Ignis treats the Regalia. We all know how hopelessly in love Cindy is with the Regalia, how she whines every time Noctis brings it all smashed so she can fix it, how she adores to upgrade and clean and fix it. And the careless way Noctis treats it sometimes, how the other two ignore it, or just how things don’t cross their head...but Ignis. Oh, dear, sweet Ignis, while the other three are goofing around or talking with her, Cindy’s secretly watching Ignis. The way he makes sure the Regalia is clean, that the tank is full, how softly but firmly he closes the door, the way he checks on it just in case...

And it’s that they’re both hopelessly in love with the Regalia what makes them be hopelessly in love with each other. ♡

Bonding over a car. That’s new to me, and oddly sweet aaaah!

She may also love from Ignis precisely that he’s the classy type. Gladio goes around shirtless showing off, the buff muscular dude that eh. Prommy’s trying hard to flex and make it look casual so she sees his strong arms, but eh. But Ignis? He keeps his jacket on most of the time. If it’s too hot, he’s still wearing sleeves and his shirt is buttoned. He’s the “Please, don’t look at my bare body” type, and as ironically that calls Cindy’s attention.

Because she’s aware of her looks, and she’s aware that they attract people like her; that don’t fear showing skin and meat, but she’s met so many, a classy and shy type is so rare.

So this one day, after a while of admiring how he admires her and respects her like a proper friend, of seeing him treat and pamper the Regalia, and adoring the way he dresses and looks, the soft smiles and everything about him, Cindy one day approaches him while the other three are scattered doing their stuff, and asks him out.

It’s a very lovely picture in my head, because she’s there, confident, like she just requested to know what time it is, hands to the hips, smiling friendly up at Ignis...and Ignis is made a mess. A flustered Ignis taken COMPLETELY off-guard, face burning red and tongue for once in his life made a knot and he’s stuttering and not sure he can handle this and his hands are doing this stupid gestures of anxiety and ahahahha Ignis can you please calm down, you can se no and it’s okay 

“I thought...maybe Gladio was more your type...?”

“Muscular tough guy that never wears a shirt? Cute, but eh. I don’t think I have a type. Didn’t think I ever had one until you, I think.”

“Properly dressed?”

Needless to say, this makes Cindy laugh because she thinks Ignis is kidding, and Ignis just rolls with it because a-ah, uhm, yes, that’s what he meant to do, he was joking too, ahah, ah, aaah... *nervously sweats*

I think Ignis would be the type to say no because he knows Prommy is interested, but at some point maybe Prommy finds out and he’s like, disappointed,sure, but absolutely supportive because he’s just got a crush on her, nothing toooooooooooooooooo deep or serious, so you go ahead, Iggy!

And that’s how their relationship starts hnfdjfdng

Shy Iggy being dragged around by a confident Cindy hnngnnfgnf

Shy Iggy not daring to kiss her or take her hand or hug her because “I don’t want to insult you and I’m not sure how far I’m allowed to go, can I, can I hold your hand omfg please don’t think I’m a pervert I’m just- you can say no- say, no, it’s okay leave it, that was inappropriate and no, Cindy, what are you doi-” (she just kissed him because HOW CAN THIS MAN GET ANY MORE CUTE?”

Iggy lending her his jacket.... *heart breaks from the cuteness* ;A;

The escapades they can get by kidnapping the Regalia :O

STAR GAZING. ON TOP OF THE REGALIA. 

Ignis poking her boobs because “I had never touched one before, it’s interesting and very puzzling” (this is, of course, after he grows a bit more confident into what he can do [omfg it took him so long, the poor thing]).

Ignis feeling SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO proud because there where other men get lipstick marks on their faces and necks, Iggy comes back home absolutely dirty and clothes ruined from oil and grease marks. His lady is attractive, but she’s also the best and most hard-working mechanic he has ever known, and honestly the marks of dirt are so much more meaningful to him than lipstick, because his lady didn’t take time to look pretty for him, she’s too busy for that; instead, these dirty marks prove that she works so hard all the time, loves her job, and still took some moments to hug him. ❤

OKAY BUT

DO YOU HAVE AN IDEA HOW STUPIDLY FLUFFY THEIR DOMESTIC LIFE WOULD BE!?

Hard-working mechanic Cindy and Iggy that welcomes her home with warm food ;A;

THESE TWO WOULD TRAVEL AROUND EOS ON THE REGALIA BECAUSE THEY DAMN LOVE THE CAR GODDAMMIT and because Noctis lent it to them hhjasdhkfd.

The way he would look at her...like she’s made of angel whispers.... ;____;

The way he would respect her.... //3

The way she would hug him ;_____;

The way she’d smile and look at him, admiring him as a gentleman like they don’t exist anymore... ;____;

Cid approves of Ignis because “he’s dressed.”

Omg their conversations would be both a mess and adorable. Both accents that sound and are almostthe opposite to each other hsjdkfsdndf I need banters for these two

their baby would have the prettiest green eyes btw

Hnnfgnf

I APPROVE OF THESE TWO. I LIKE THIS.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Loving your posts! May I request a pamper session for our sunshine boy Prompto please? Getting his favourite food made/taking him out to his favourite restaurant, massages, cuddles, you name it - he deserves all the love

Oh you! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ You’re darn right! Prompto deserves so much love! Spoiled little sunshine coming your way!

~~~~~

“She won’t tell me where we’re going.” Prompto stated, straightening his tye in the mirror of Ignis’s office, surrounded by the others. “She just said to get dressed up.”

“Perhaps she just want a nice evening out that isn’t greasy foods.” Ignis stated, getting fed up with the other destroying his tye, as he walked over tying the tie for him.

“Did she tell you guys anything?” Prompto inquired, as his friends shrugged. Puckering his lips in a pout Prompto had to admit he was super confused, it wasn’t like you both didn’t spoil one another, but you never kept date ideas from one another.  “Well how do I look?”

“Handsome.”

Prompto turned to the door at your voice, as his mouth left hanging open. You were wearing a red, dress to go with his tie, that hugged all the right curves and dips. A pair of sparkly heels on your feet that he had never seen before. Only coming to as he felt Gladiolus nudge him.

“Bae, you look beautiful.” Prompto gasped.

You giggled softly, moving over to Prompto pressing a kiss to a freckled cheek, “Back at you handsome. Thank you guys for helping him get ready.”

“A pleasure, you do look rather nice this evening.” Ignis chuckled.

“I’d say, the runt better be on his best behavior tonight.” Gladiolus smirked. “Make sure to have him home by 10.”

Prompto gave a playful groan, “Dude, can you not?”

You giggled, before looking to the clock on Ignis’s desk, “Oh, we’d better get going, don’t want to miss our reservation.”

“Reservation?” Prompto asked.

“Bye guys.” You called, linking your arm within the man’s before escorting him out the room, as he hurriedly waved goodbye to his friends.

Within 20 minutes Prompto found himself exiting the car, that Noctis had leant you both to stand before the fancy new restaurant, he had been wanting to try.  Turning back to the car, to help you out, as you giggled, pressing a kiss to his shocked cheek.

“Tonights on me Prompto, you deserve this.” You cooed dragging him up to the front desk to check in.   

You made sure everything was perfect, a nice dinner at this fancy restaurant Prompto had been dying to take you to, too bad you beat him to the punch,  than a movie he had been dying to see and home to cuddle the night away!

Operation, Sunshine was a go!

Even you had to admit that you kind of weren’t expecting this place to be so…

“This place is so romantic.” You cooed, as you sat down across from your boyfriend at the two seated table, glancing around the restaurant. The high ceiling, the mixture of gold and silvers in the white marble. It looked absolutely breathtaking. Almost jumping as you felt a hand on your own, before turning to Prompto.

“And you get to share it with me, all of me. You are a lucky woman.” Prompto replied.

You blinked, before giggling softly moving so you could hold his hand, “Now where have I heard that one before?”

Prompto’s hand remained firm as you both order appetizers and drinks, “Thanks so much sweetie, no one’s ever done something like this for me.”

You felt your heart jump, “That’s what I’m here for, our relationship is a two way street Prompto. I’m happy so long as you’re happy.”

“And I’m happiest when I’m with you.” Prompto smiled, a  genuine smile, that showed all his teeth, and made those freckles dance.

“Pompom”, You cooed as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Sir, Ma’am your appetizers.” The waitress called, as she lowered your plates, before holding out a bottle of wine.

“Oh we, we didn’t order this.” You begun.

“It is from an anonymous patron.” She replied, placing down two glasses before filling them with ice wine, before disappearing.

“Anonymous patron?” Prompto inquired.

“Ignis.” You giggled. “How does he always know? I didn’t tell them anything, besides that you won’t be coming to work tomorrow.”

Prompto gave a shrug, removing his hand from your own as he held up his glass, “To the perfect girlfriend, any guy could wish to have.”

You rose your glass to meet his own, “To the perfect, boyfriend, the sunshine to my rainy day.”

The two of you clinked glasses before taking a taste, both purring at the sweetness of the drink rather than the bitter you had both come to associate with wine.

Somewhere between the main course, and dessert you both found yourselves to have moved closer together, so that you could sit side by side, rather than across from one another. Your arms linked as you leaned into each other.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Prompto asked, as you blinked up to him, head leaning against his shoulder, chin resting on the palm of your hand. He’d ask you this question hundreds of times a day.

“How much I love you.” You purred, giving him the same response, and getting the same reaction of the blonde flushing. So cute!

For dessert, the two of you split a large gooey brownie with ice cream, arms never being unlinked, as you had to be the most annoying couple in the restaurant, as you fed each other spoonful after spoonful. Yet at this time the rest of the world didn’t matter.

Checking your watch, you noticed that you had about 30 minutes before your movie started, “We should get going.”

“Why, I like it here, with you.” Prompto smiled, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as you giggled.

“We’ll miss the movie.” You explained, looking around for your waitress only to notice that she was already on the way over. “May we please have the check?”

“Oh no need, Ma’am, everything has already been paid for. We do hope you have a nice evening.” She smiled.

You stared in shock, almost wanting to pout, but you knew the guys meant well. After all Noctis had mentioned, that since the two of you had started dating Prompto almost seemed like a completely different guy. Yet you had to admit, Prompto also helped change you into something better.

“Let’s get going.” You smiled, as Prompto stood, quickly helping you to stand. “Such a gentleman.”

Prompto smiled, linking his arm within your own, before escorting you out the front. “Oh wait before I forget.” Prompto called, holding up his phone. “Sweetie, can you go stand in front of the sign?”

You gave a playful pout, before taking his arm, dragging him into the shot with you, as he held up his phone, snapping a picture. “Cute, send that to me, that’s my new wall paper.”

“But what about me.” Prompto whined playfully.

“Like we don’t have the same wallpaper.” You mocked, it was true. Having the same wallpaper, and almost identical phone cases of Chocobos with Prompto’s reading Chocoboo, and your own reading Chocobae, it often led to many days where one of you would end up sprinting through the palace halls to exchange phones.

“Mr. Argentum,”

Both of you turned at the call, seeing a chauffer standing there besides one of the palace’s cars.

“Your movie starts within 24 minutes we should hurry if you do not wish to miss it.”

“Dammit it, Iggy.” You muttered under your breath as Prompto chuckled, pushing you towards the car.

“Come on, Bae, I don’t want your feet hurt from walking in those shoes to the theater.” Prompto smiled, helping you in the car.

Unfortunately you couldn’t explain the movie, as it was a prequel to a movie series that Prompto had been following since he was a kid, and despite the fact that he had you marathon the entire series, you just didn’t see the appeal he saw for it. Yet still, to watch his face through the movie and see how excited he got over explaining it to you and all the trivia that went along with it. It made you extremely happy to be a part of his life, and the excitement that he had for it.

Yet the other reason you couldn’t concentrate on the movie was, throughout the entire thing, Prompto held your hand. Rubbing his thumb across the back, or bring it up to his lips, placing a small kiss against the back, almost automatically like he wasn’t aware that he was doing it.

The 90 minutes flew by quickly, before the two of you were ushered back into your awaiting car outfront to be taken back home to your apartment. No sooner were the two of you in the apartment, that your fancy clothes came off, and you both collapsed on the couch, Prompto wearing the Chocobo bottoms to a set of pajamas, while you wore the top, your phones up.

Many people would have thought it strange, but the two of you found it relaxing. Completing a few raids within King’s Knight, or showing off some silly picture, or meme  to the other. Texting the other something cute or silly.

“Hey, Pom.” You smiled, from your side of the couch, “Lay down for me real quick please.”

Prompto easily complied, as he rolled to his stomach, only to give a soft grunt as he felt you straddle his waist, and then your hands start to dig into his lower back. “Mm, that feels good.”

You smiled, having noticed that he was holding his back every so often. The stress from his job, and keeping you happy. Prompto deserved the world, and unfortunately you could not give him the world, but you could give him your own as he had become your own world immediately. Neither yourself nor Prompto needed a fancy dinner, or to dress up to enjoy one another.

You loved the Prompto who had to be serious for his job, you love the goofy Prompto that would stumble over his words, the sensitive Prompto that was not afraid to show his emotions, the Prompto that was brave for you when you couldn’t be. This was your Prompto and you love him for who he was, down to every single freckle.

“What you thinking about Prom?” You called, the heels of your hands digging into a rather large knot on his lower back, that you finally managed to untangle as he let out a rather pleasing groan, before relaxing all together.

You couldn’t hide the shriek as he managed to roll over without either of you falling off the couch, which has happened on numerous occasions. Pulling you into those strong arms, that had many fooled, pressing a kiss against your lips.

“How much I love you.” Prompto smiled, “Sweetie, No! Oh no don’t cry!”

You couldn’t stop the tears as you begun to litter those freckles with kisses, “I love you too.”

Prompto smiled cupping your cheeks, before pulling you forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Chuckling as you both pulled back, before placing your head on his shoulder. One of his hands holding your own, the other at the small of your back.

“We should get to bed.” You suggested, eyes closed, as you nuzzle the shoulder underneath your head.

“I’m fine right here.” Prompto smiled, his eyes closed, turning his head to press a kiss to your hair, as he inhaled your scent.

You reached to the back of the couch, randomly groping for the blanket put there, pulling it down on top of the both of you as you nuzzled into your boyfriend with a purr. Knowing that you both were going to be stiff in the morning but your happiness was now.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Solstice, Chapter 17 - A Final Fantasy XV Story

Pairing: Ignis x Female Original Character

AO3 | Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

A/N: Looong chapter today. Hope you enjoy it!

When the citywide chimes struck seven in the evening, Ignis reluctantly rose from the couch to gather his things. Valeria was still sound asleep, as far as he could tell, but he nonetheless felt badly for leaving her, if even for just a few hours.

And he couldn’t entirely suppress the wholly irrational fear that she would disappear in the interim. That she would slip through his fingers once again, or her comforting presence would prove to be nothing but a wonderful, cruel dream.

Nonetheless, he had an appointment to keep. The Marshal had sidelined him from daemon hunting for the time-being, and though Ignis knew it was for his well-being, the demotion still stung. The only recourse he had was to dedicate himself to his training until the Marshal deemed him worthy to rejoin the fray.

When Ignis reached for his jacket, his fingers struck upon an unfamiliar garment - a coat, shapeless, grimy, nearly large enough to fit him. He knew it had to belong to Valeria, even though it was nothing like the expensive, well-tailored clothing he’d always known her to wear. This apparel, combined with the way she’d practically inhaled the food at the market and her genuine, profuse gratitude for a cold shower, left him feeling uneasy, vaguely guilty. My dear, just what happened to you out there?

Various scenarios, each more miserable than the last, played out in Ignis’s mind as he sparred with the Marshal in the gymnasium of Lestallum’s former high school. Rather than channeling the negative energy into his strikes, he allowed it to overwhelm him, drawing his attention from the sounds, the shifting air and vibrating ground that he now relied upon to give him a sense of his opponent on the battlefield.

“You’re distracted,” the Marshal chided after knocking Ignis on his backside for the third time.

Ignis merely picked himself up and said, “Yes. I apologize.” He knew the Marshal didn’t want to hear excuses, least of all those related to his personal life.

“You can’t afford to be distracted.” Even if his words hurt at times, Ignis appreciated that Cor spoke plainly, that he didn’t handle him like some kind of breakable invalid.

“Yes, sir.” Ignis suppressed a sigh. Distractions. He had pushed his feelings to the side, buried them deep for so long, all to avoid that one, shameful word. That was going to prove much more difficult now that Valeria was staying with him, and yet the thought of her boarding somewhere else left him feeling quite sad and lonely. He didn’t want her to go, and yet he wasn’t sure he possessed the willpower to repress his heart if she stayed. The events of the last six months had laid him bare and left him longing for the sort of comfort that he’d once convinced himself was unimportant, unnecessary, to his existence.

“Let’s take a break,” the Marshal said.

Ignis’s shoulders sagged. “I apologize,” he said once more.

“Enough of that.” Ignis felt the Marshal’s hand on his back, guiding him toward the bleachers. “Sit down.”

Ignis did as he was told, setting his jaw. He didn’t particularly want a lecture, but supposed he deserved one. The Marshal sat down beside him, pausing a few moments before he spoke.

“I’m not doing this to punish you,” Cor said. “But the truth is, I have more wannabe Hunters than I know what to do with. What I don’t have is a head for politics. Gods,” he muttered, “I never could stand it. And now I find myself right in the middle of it.”

“With EXINERIS?” Ignis ventured.

“They seem to think the Hunters are their own personal military,” the Marshal replied. “Meanwhile, half my guys refuse to work until their families get let in the city. I know you’d probably rather be out there in the thick of things, but right now I need your mind a lot more than I need your daggers.”

Ignis straightened his back. “I want to help, Marshal. However I can.”

“Good,” the Marshal said. “Because negotiations are not really my skillset, especially with the power company.”

“I... I actually know of someone who may be able to assist with that, specifically.” Ignis briefly told the Marshal about Valeria and her former position at Royal Energy, taking care to make their relationship sound strictly professional, and definitely not mentioning that she was back in his apartment, literally sleeping in his bed.

“A woman?” Cor asked.

Ignis cleared his throat. “As I said, she’s an acquaintance from the Academy.” Not a distraction.

“That’s good,” the Marshal replied, and Ignis nearly fell over.

“I’m sorry?”

“EXINERIS has a thing about men.” Cor let out a wear sigh, probably shaking his head. “They think we should all just shut up and follow their orders. I guess that’s how it’s always been around here.”

“Ah, yes.” Ignis felt strangely relieved, like a child nearly caught sneaking out of the house. “They don’t allow men to work at the power plant.”

“They don’t allow them to do a lot of things, apparently. Anyway, If you could bring her in, that’d be a big help,” the Marshal replied. “Also, anything she can tell us about the occupation of Insomnia would be good to know. As far as the reports go, the Niffs are still there - along with all our people.”

Ignis nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

She was on the run again. The lights of Lestallum, the safety within the walls, Ignis - it was all a beautiful dream. Now there was the only the cloying darkness, the sulphurous stink, screeching, teeth, and claws...

Valeria’s eyes snapped open. Light. There was so much light. A soft pillow and clean blankets. It was all real. The daemons were the dream. That hardly seemed possible, but no matter how many times she blinked, the lights weren’t going away.

She got out of bed, marveling at just how rested she felt, and found Ignis sitting on the couch, listening to the radio with a pair of headphones.

“I trust you slept well?” He asked, switching off the device.

“I did,” she replied. “How long was I out?” Ignis was fully dressed, shoes and sunglasses on, but he wasn’t wearing the same clothing when he met her at the gate (and she noted that, despite his newfound blindness, he was as well-dressed as ever in a starched button-up and suspenders, hair expertly styled).

“Well, the clock struck two in the afternoon not long ago.” A small smile played on his lips.

“Two...” Once upon a time that would have seemed horribly, selfishly late, but she didn’t even know what late or early meant anymore.

“I told you to rest as long as you needed.”

Valeria noticed a folded blanket and pillow stacked at the other corner of the couch. “Did you sleep out here? I don’t want to put you out of your own bed.”

Ignis shrugged. “It’s no trouble. And what sort gentleman makes a lady sleep on his couch?”

Valeria laughed. Oh, Iggy. “Good to know that even at the end of the world, chivalry’s not dead.”

She went into the bathroom, once again marveling at just how clean everything was, how clean she felt. When she came back out, Ignis had a cup of coffee waiting for her at the tiny kitchen table.

It smelled heavenly, but something else caught her eye. “Is this real?” She asked, eyes wide with wonder, picking up a half-filled glass bottle. “Real milk?”

“Indeed,” he replied, chuckling at her bewilderment. “It’s certainly not cheap these days, but I know how you like your coffee.” When she hesitated, he motioned for her to help herself. She used less of it than she regularly would, back when both milk and good coffee weren’t a precious commodity.

“Ebony?” she marveled again when the mellow, smoky brew hit her tongue. “How in the world did you get your hands on Ebony?”

“I have a deal with most of the Hunters.” Ignis crossed his arms over his chest. “They bring me any Ebony they find while out on the road, and they get paid.”

Valeria didn’t bother to ask where he got the money. He still served the Prince - no, the King. “I’m surprised you don’t live with Noctis.” The way the color drained from Ignis’s face made her instantly realize she’d said something wrong. “Is he-?”

“He’s not dead,” Ignis asserted.

Valeria then felt her temper flare. “Did he...dismiss you? After all you’ve done for him?” After what you gave up for him?

“No.” Ignis shook his head emphatically. “It’s nothing like that. It’s...rather difficult to explain. Noct is...gone.”

“Where?”

Ignis sighed, then launched into an explanation about Noctis and the Crystal, the Imperial Chancellor, and the Glacian’s cryptic message. “You probably think I’ve lost my wits along with my sight,” he concluded. “But Gladio and Prompto will tell you the same.”

“Six months ago, I would've told you a world where the sun never rises was absurd. Nothing really seems that crazy anymore.”

“I suppose not.” Ignis sipped his coffee.

“I’m sorry about the Prince. Even if he’s safe, I... I know this can’t be easy for you.”

“No,” Ignis admitted. “It hasn’t been. But keeping Lestallum from descending into anarchy certainly keeps us all busy. And when Noct does return, I’d like to be able to present him with at least a semblance of order somewhere in his kingdom.”

Even now, with all that had happened, and all that had happened to him, Ignis’s devotion to his duty, to his king and country, remained unflappable. She both admired and envied him for that. She had no kingdom, no legacy left to preserve, and no hope that some day all the things she’d worked so hard for and lost would suddenly come back to her.

Their conversation lapsed into contemplative silence then, and Valeria tried to savor her coffee, tried to savor how it felt to be washed and rested, but her eyes kept darting to the windows and the door, to the corners of the room where something might lurk in the darkness...

“Damn,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“What is it?”

“I just...” Valeria shook her head again, as if she could knock the paranoid thoughts free. “You’re sure there are no daemons within the city?”

Ignis’s expression softened. “It was very bad for you out there, wasn’t it?”

Valeria looked away, down at her coffee, choking down a dozen awful memories that floated to the surface at once. “Yes,” she said quietly.

“Val.” His hand slid across the table and felt around for hers, squeezing her fingers tight when he found it. “Forgive me. I should have found you sooner.”

They both knew there was nothing more that he could have done. Aloud, she said, “I think you had enough on your plate.”

“Still, I am sorry.” He squeezed her hand again. “But you’re safe here. Well, maybe not from pickpockets, but I assure you, there are no daemons.”

“I’m afraid it may take a while to convince my subconscious of that.”

Ignis nodded, a small, understanding smile on his face. “I’m happy to remind you whenever you need.”

As he moved his head, a silvery glint around his neck caught her eye. “You still have that necklace.” She couldn’t decide if she was amused or surprised that he was still wearing it after all this time, so it came out as a bit of both.

“Of course I do,” Ignis replied. “Do you finally want it back?”

Valeria chuckled. She’d lost it to him in a bet over their final exam scores one semester (a bet he had won by a single percentage point), and after the month they had agreed upon was over, she'd decided to let him keep it. The little Lucian-style skull peeking through his unbuttoned collar had suited him so well she couldn’t bring herself to take it back.

“No. I told you, it’s too much with the earrings.” Valeria took his hand and placed his fingers on her earlobe to feel the matching skull studs that she too had continued to wear all these years.

“If you say so.” Ignis’s hand lingered there for a moment, running along her neck and the side of her jaw before pulling away, a blush creeping up his neck. Valeria let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

There was no good reason he didn’t kiss her right there, across his kitchen table. The things that kept them apart had vanished with Insomnia’s fall. But like her fear of the darkness, their strangely detached intimacy and the idea that her feelings for him were wrong, as wrong as theft or cruelty, were ingrained deeply upon her heart.

“Best not to let this spoil,” Ignis said, his stiff tone echoing her own thoughts. He put the milk back in the narrow refrigerator and rinsed their mugs in the sink.

“We could go shopping today, if you’d like,” he said.

Shopping? Valeria almost laughed. After a month of scrounging for scraps to eat in between hiding from daemons and dodging MTs, the idea of strolling through the market seemed ridiculous. But it wasn’t. It might be more shoving than strolling, but the market was there.

“Sure,” she said. “What do you need to get?”

Ignis shook his head. “Shopping for you. I noticed your bag was rather light.”

Valeria stared down at her lap, at her knobby, bruised knees poking out of Ignis’s boxer shorts, and tried to choke down the shame that had suddenly welled within her. Valeria Soleil, one of Insomnia’s wealthiest and most successful heiresses, now without a single gil to her name. That it wasn’t her fault didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“I told you. I don’t have any money,” she said quietly.

“And I told you it was my treat,” Ignis replied. “If you truly feel beholden, then consider your company adequate compensation.”

Company? Valeria looked up. Was Ignis really so lonely, or was he just trying to assuage her?

“What about Gladiolus and what’s-his-name? The one who can’t spell. Aren’t they here?”

“Prompto. And they are,” Ignis conceded. “We see each other several times a week. But,” his expression turned solemn, “to sit here with them, like this...it only reminds us that Noct is gone.”

“Oh.” Valeria reminded herself that Noctis was not merely Ignis’s liege; more than that, he was his friend. “I just... I don’t want to obtrude upon your hospitality.”

“‘Obtrude?’” Ignis laughed, breaking the tension. “Do you have any idea how delightful it is to converse with someone who knows the meaning of the word ‘obtrude?’ That in and of itself is enough to repay me.”

Loath as he was to admit it, Ignis had to concede that shopping with the help of another person was infinitely easier than trying to do it on his own. Prompto and Gladiolus had helped him at first, of course, but then Ignis had stubbornly insisted he could manage by himself; he had to learn, lest he need to wait on someone every time he needed to run a bloody errand. His solo trips had ended half-successful at best. It certainly didn’t help matters that the market was overflowing with people and the stalls were constantly in flux; EXINERIS had yet to draw up any sort of regulations about who could set up shop and where, let alone make any determinations about how they would enforce it.

So, while the shopping trip was primarily so Valeria could get what she needed, Ignis decided he might as well pick up a few things while he had her aid. She seemed too overwhelmed to mind.

“You’re just going to have to push through,” Ignis advised her, after her polite attempts to ask people to move aside failed. He had to keep a firm grip on her arm - tighter than he would have liked - to ensure they didn’t get separated by the pressing throng.

“This is crazy,” Valeria admitted after purchasing some new clothes. He hoped she had managed to find something at least somewhat convivial to her refined tastes. “Where does all this stuff come from?” she asked. “Surely factories aren’t still running...?”

“The last shipments before the Darkness fell.” The market - and therefore all of Lestallum - was operating on borrowed time. Yet another thing EXINERIS needed to plan for, and fast. With that in mind, Ignis decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to pick up some canned goods in addition to his regular groceries, to add to the pantry of non-perishables he’d been stockpiling since moving into his apartment.

They stopped in front of a stall and Ignis began telling Val what he was looking for when they were suddenly interrupted by a man whom he assumed was the shop owner.

“Hey, Tenebrae. Can’t you read the sign?” The man’s voice was laced with disdain, just this side of open hostility.

Ignis scowled, the man’s tone immediately putting him on the defensive. “Ah, no. I cannot, in fact.” That elicited neither embarrassment nor an apology.

“‘Lucians Only.’” Valeria said, sounding a little baffled. Ignis assumed that was what was written on the sign he couldn’t see. “Why does that matter? A gil is a gil.”

I am a Crown citizen, Ignis opened his mouth to say, but the man fired off a response before he could speak.

“This ain’t about money, missy. I’m a patriot. Lucian goods for Lucian citizens, I say. In case you hadn’t noticed, foreigners have turned this place into a real shithole.”

“Well, you’re insulting a member of the Lucian Crownsguard,” Valeria snapped back. Ignis could feel her stiffening beside him.

Again, rather than show some sort of chagrin, the shop owner only became more defiant. “‘Crownsguard.’” There was a sneer around the word. “Now, there’s an oxymoron for ya. Losing two kings in six months has gotta be some kind of record for incompetence. Guess ol’ Cor ‘the Immortal’ was more concerned with upholding his reputation than doing his duty.”

There were half a dozen retorts on the tip of Ignis’s tongue, but he remained silent. Why waste his breath? People like this man only heard what they wanted to. Valeria took a deep breath, like she was about to launch into a tirade, when Ignis tugged on her arm.

“Let’s go, Val.”

When she balked, he forcibly turned them around, felt her dragging her feet as they walked away.

“Iggy, that man...”

Ignis shook his head. “People like him are beneath your notice.”

“Is that normal?” She sounded appalled.

It was the first time he’d actually been turned away based on the way he spoke, but the prejudice behind it had been mounting ever since refugees from Niflheim began pouring into Lestallum. Imperials had it the worst, but people from Accordo and Tenebrae were beginning to get lumped in with them as well.

“Let us hope not,” Ignis replied. Rather than stew on it, he instead thought about how flattering it was for her to come to his rescue.

It wasn’t the first time. His position working for the Crown had deterred most bullying back at the Academy, but sometimes, being the foreign-born, bespectacled kid who skewed the grading curve was just too much for his classmates to bear. He recalled those incidences bothering Valeria far more than him. And every time she had dressed down his tormentors with an alarming ferocity, knowing exactly where their petty teenage insecurities laid and brutally ripping them clean. It certainly hadn’t won her many friends, but it had earned her his undying affection.

“Don’t let it trouble you.” He gave her arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Hmph.” Ignis could just picture her now, long nose in the air, lips pursed and eyes narrowed in silent irritation, long brown hair streaming behind her. He was grateful for that image, as clear as a photograph in his mind. He could live with this darkness, he thought, as long as he could remember the faces of those he loved.

“Let’s go back,” he said, trying to sound cheerful. “I’ll make us dinner.” Hopefully she wasn’t expecting something hot.

Valeria sat at Ignis’s kitchen table, their encounter in the market playing over and over in her head. That asshole. She wanted to go back and give him a piece of her mind, but what could she really do? She had no money, no name, no hired muscle to intimidate him. She was just another penniless refugee.

“I hope you don’t mind cold sandwiches?” Ignis asked hesitantly. She looked up and saw him standing with his hands full in the tiny kitchen. “I’m still a bit, uh, wary of operating the stove.”

“It’s fine, Iggy. Really, I’ll eat whatever.”

He may have had his reservations about cooking with heat, but he moved quite confidently about the kitchen as he prepared their meal. He must have memorized where everything was, she thought, resolving to make sure to put everything away exactly where she found it in the future.

“Would you like mayonnaise?” he asked.

Valeria felt her mouth watering at the word. “Would I?” She didn’t even particularly like mayonnaise, but condiments were a luxury she had thought all but lost.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’” A small, satisfied smile played on his lips.

When the food was ready, Ignis carried both plates toward her, feeling around with his leg for the table’s edge. She nearly got up to help him, but then he connected and set their plates down. Should she have carried the plates in? Or had he known what he was doing all along? It was so hard to know when to step in.

“No tomato, I’m afraid,” Ignis said, sliding a plate toward her. “Plenty of turkey, though.”

Valeria took the plate, examining the generous slab of white meat, cheese, and a bit of wilted lettuce. Real food. A finer meal than she’d had in a long, long time.

“This looks amazing. Thank you, Iggy.” As he went to take a bite from his own sandwich, a small, grey-green splotch on the crust caught her eye. “Ah! Wait a minute.” She grabbed his arm, lowering the sandwich back to the plate, which she then spun around, cutting bits of mold from several places on the bread. “Alright. There you go.”

Valeria began to cut mold from a few places on her own sandwich, then looked up to see the slightly smug look on Ignis’s face had vanished, replaced by one of abject horror.

“What...?” He was fingering the top of his sandwich, the little nooks left in the crust where she’d cut the mold away. “Was that...mold?”

“Just a little.” Valeria pushed the bits she’d removed to the side of her plate and prepared to dig in when Ignis abruptly rose.

“My apologies,” he said, looking as if he’d just accidentally served her arsenic. “I’ll make you something else.”

Valeria frowned, then leaned across the table to tug on his arm and get him to sit back down. “It’s just a little mold, Iggy. Cut it off and the rest of the food is still fine.”

As if to demonstrate, she took a big bite of her sandwich. The bread was, predictably, dry and stale, but that hardly mattered. The light flavor of the meat, the tang of the cheese and mayonnaise, the crunch of the lettuce...could a sandwich really be heavenly? Maybe so.

“Mmm,” Valeria hummed as she took another bite. Ignis had sat back down, but he still looked appalled. “Are you really that bothered by a little bit of mold?”

“I...” His shoulders slumped. “I just wanted to make something nice for you.”

“And you did. Seriously, Iggy, this is really good.”

Ignis sighed and ate, all the while continuing to look dejected about it.

“You’re so funny,” Valeria said, finishing her last bite.

“Am I?”

“You keep apologizing, like I haven’t been sleeping on the floor and eating out of a can for the past month.”

Rather than laugh, Ignis frowned. “This entire time?”

“Before that, it was an uncomfortable cot and disgusting rations.” But Valeria didn’t want to dwell on that. She picked up the last crumbs of her sandwich and licked them from her fingers. “Things changed...well, I suppose things have changed for everyone.” 

After a long moment spent in silence, she turned to Ignis. “How are you, Iggy? With everything?” she asked. “I mean, honestly.”

Ignis immediately opened his mouth, then shut it, seeming to consider his words. “Not without my fair share of frustrations,” he admitted. She didn’t think there was anything ‘fair’ about it. “But I’ve been making do. Better, now that you’re here.”

Valeria felt strangely embarrassed at that. “You’re always worrying about others,” she said, looking down at her plate.

Ignis grunted. “Gladio says I’m in denial.”

She looked up. “Are you?”

“I... I don’t know,” he said. “To put it bluntly, I don’t know how else to live my life.”

Valeria studied his face. The large, angry red scar only partially concealed behind dark glasses, earned protecting others. His sight lost in service to the crown. That should have been more than enough to earn him a long respite to finally put himself first.

“Sometimes I feel so lost,” she whispered. “I spent my entire life preparing for something that no longer exists. Something that was destroyed overnight. All those things I gave up or pushed to the side...” You. “Just what was the point in any of it?”

Ignis’s expression softened. “We never could have predicted this.”

“I know. I just...” She pushed away a sudden wave of grief. “I keep thinking about my mother and all the sacrifices she made for the company. Now, it’s gone, and she’s gone. In the end... I don’t know. It feels like there has to be something more.”

Ignis was looking toward her with a tender expression on his face, the kind he used to give her sometimes that always made her so sad, like they were mourning a life that had never been.

“Valeria. You’re free to choose to be whomever you want. Whatever you want.”

She wished Ignis could look her in the eye. “So are you.”

He opened his mouth, shut it, then bowed his head.

“Even after the King comes back,” she said gently. Valeria didn’t want to push him; she merely wanted to give him a nudge. “Just think on it.”

Ignis, head still inclined, nodded. “...I will try.”

Valeria smiled. Good. Trying was all she asked of him. She rose and collected both of their plates, discarding the bits of mold into the trash.

Ignis got to his feet and turned toward the kitchen, looking concerned. “I can-”

“I know,” Valeria cut him off as she turned on the sink. There was no dishwasher, so she scrubbed the plates by hand. “But you made dinner. It’s only fair that I clean up.”

Ignis managed somewhat of a compromise by standing next to her with a towel, drying and putting away the plates when she was done washing them. He’s trying, she reminded herself. No one changed all at once.

“I’m not him, Iggy,” Valeria said when she was finished. The kitchen was so small their bodies were practically touching, and she had to take him by the waist to move around him. “You don’t have to wait on me.”

“I know that,” Ignis replied, looking a little offended.

“I have something for you.” Talking about her mother had made Valeria remember, and she didn’t want to linger on the subject of Noctis. She went through her backpack, producing a small plastic baggie that held a wallet, pocket watch, and a pair of silver cufflinks. She grabbed Ignis’s hand and pressed it into his palm. “Your uncle’s things. At least, it’s what the Niffs gave me when I identified his body.”

Ignis paused halfway through unsealing the bag. “You identified him?”

Valeria realized that she had merely told Ignis his uncle was dead during one of their calls after Insomnia fell, not how she knew. “I didn’t... The Niffs had photographs of all the bodies they pulled from the rubble. I... I think it was quick.” Like my mother.

Ignis’s jaw tensed as he held the half-opened bag. “Val, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to,” she said. “I wanted you to have some closure.” He never needed to know how she had paid for that later on.

Valeria felt Ignis’s free hand on her arm, move up her shoulder, then pull her into his chest, the plastic bag thumping against her back as he enveloped her in an embrace.

“Thank you.” His voice was thick with emotion, both soft and heavy in her ear. “Thank you.”

Valeria closed her eyes and held onto him tightly, reveling in how warm he felt, how stalwart and strong. They had always been so reserved, so scared to touch one another before, but, she noted, the world had ended anyway, regardless of their best behavior. And now that they were here so close together, no bolt of lightning burst through the ceiling to strike them down, no earthquake split the ground beneath their feet.

It didn’t matter anymore. The things that had kept them apart before only existed in ruins now, in photographs of the dead, in little plastic bags of memories. They were free now, together at long last.

Without warning, Valeria began to cry.

“Oh, I...what’s wrong?” Ignis asked when he realized what was going on.

Valeria shook her head, burying her face into his lapel. “It’s not bad. It’s just...today was the best day I’ve had in a long time.”

“Are you certain? I believe I just tried to feed you mold.”

“That doesn’t matter.” Valeria sniffled, still clinging to Ignis’s chest. “Drinking coffee, shopping, having dinner with you - it was all so normal. I...” Even she couldn’t quite explain the sudden onset of tears, only that she was overwhelmed with relief, with the simple comfort of it all.

Ignis squeezed her tight, seemingly unperturbed at the soaking of his nice shirt. “Oh, Val,” he said, his voice softly rumbling in his chest. “I don’t know about ‘normal,’ but things are going to get better for you here. I promise.”

Valeria turned her head to look up at his face. “I know.”

[purpleparrot]

ok i’m gonna do a post on the bachelorette bios under a read more bc its long as h*ck

Adam, 27, real estate agent. Gains points for listing his most embarrassing moment as telling his mom he was going on the bachelorette (submit an application for any reality show and you have answer to that question for the rest of you life) and immediately loses them for saying his favorite actor is “jennifer lawrence because she’s every girl’s goal” (three years ago this would have been true but not now my guy) and saying a threesome is the most romantic gift he’s ever received.

Alex, 28, information systems supervisor. Says the most outrageous thing he’s ever done is eat a live salamander (um?) and lists the rock as his favorite artist (um????). Also says the most romantic present he’s ever given is a car which was probably very awkward when the relationship ended.

Anthony, 26, education software manager. Describes emotional intelligence as one of his best attributes so if things don’t work out with Rachel he’d be a great match for Taylor from Nick’s season. Also says that he has “virtually no limits in the bedroom once the connection is there” and honestly its just weird that they asked some of them that question (like I’d answer that question for the entire internet to read)

Blake E., 31, “Aspiring Drummer” says that the most outrageous thing hes ever done is get engaged to a “crazy girl” then calls himself a “classic gentleman” two questions later. Also wants to watch the new 50 Shades movie because he loves “taboo sexy stuff”. Was engaged for 48 hours which is probably about 24 hours more than he’ll last on the bachelorette. Hates when his date talks about her cats, so Taylor Swift is basically his worst nightmare. Also doesn’t think parking ticket people have souls, which is honestly the most redeeming answer of the bunch.

Blake K, 29, U.S, Marine Veteran. Would want to be the Rock for a day because “he’s the only person who could look cool wearing a fanny pack”. Says that roses are his favorite flower, which I’m 99% sure is a prerequisite to getting on the show. Says he won’t wrestle a crocodile or eat monkey brains for love, and mostly seems too normal for this show.

Brady, 29, Male Model. Says that tackling snowmen is something he does for fun in his hometown (um? fingers crossed he makes it to hometowns so we can see how exactly that works) and says Lululemon sweatpants are the most romantic gifts he’s ever received, which is slightly (okay a lot) more normal than threesome. Says the the Situation from Jersey Shore is the person he dislikes the most in the world, making me think about that show for the first time in at least three years. (Also, does he remined me a little bit of Robby from Jojo’s season appearance-wise?)

Bryce, 37, Chiropractor. Kind of looks like Chase from Jojo’s season (to me at least). Lists like seven things when asked for his three best attributes, so apparently has some trouble with numbers. Also says the Bachelor/Bachelorette is one of his favorite TV shows because he’s “fascinated by the interaction socially between a man and a woman” (please no one watches this show for the love story, you watch for the drama and you know it) has also had balcony sex? (idk what to do with that information)

Bryce, 30, firefighter. All of his answers are oddly poetic? Describes himself as a “laid back shot of gasoline when the fire starts to die”. Looking for someone with “eyes you could drown in and a smile that insults the sun”. Says he’s “a fresh drink of water with a jolt of lightning”. I’d put money on him reading Rachel some 9th grade English poem the first night. Describes his dream job as a professional Instagrammer which he’s definitely in the right place for with all the Fittea and teeth whitening stuff everyone who goes on this show seems to sell.

Dean, 26, startup recruiter. Has a lip tattoo? (It says righteous, I know you were dying to know. Thinks marriage is an “institutionalized sham derived from religious beliefs” so he’ll fit in perfectly on a show where the end goal is getting engaged!

DeMario, 30, executive recruiter. Scores points for referencing Britney Spears not once but twice, saying he loves attention but not like 2007 Britney, like when she and Justin Timberlake wore those denim outfits. Wants to have a pet lion and name it “Denzel the lion”, Doesn’t have any phobias, which I’m sure made the produces frown and cross his name off potential candidates for those dates they always have where they skydive or something and they’re both really freaked out and have to comfort each other. Earns more points by saying that the most romantic gift he’s ever given is tickets to a Beyonce and Jay-Z concert.

Diggy, 31, senior inventory analyst. Spends Saturday nights trying to recover from day drinking (he and Corinne would get along great if Rachel doesn’t pick him!) Once pretended to be asleep so he didn’t have to help a girl find her brother after a one night stand.

Eric, 29, personal trainer. Rachel seems like she was digging him on the ATFR when she men some of her guys. If he could be anyone for a day, he’d be Tony Robbins, which is a name I had to Google and according to Wikipedia he is a    “MLM advocate, businessman, and author”. Says green juice is his favorite drink, so I’m sure he’ll be fine in the bachelor house where it seems like all they have to drink is champagne. Not to go all avril-lavigne-is-dead-and-was-replaced-by-a-clone conspiracy theorist but if he could go anywhere in the U.S. it would be New Orleans, which is where Rachel had her one-on-one with Nick.

Fred, 27, Executive Assistant. Admits to the entire Internet that he sometimes gets aroused at work. This isn’t in his bio but in the preview for the season it says that he and Rachel went to elementary school together and he has apparently had a “lifelong fascination” with her ever since which is a lil weird to me. Like I doubt I could pick someone I went to elementary school with out of a lineup much less recognize them on TV nearly 20 years later.

Grant, 29, emergency medicine physician (!). Would like to be President of the United States for a day, which would honestly probably be better than Donald Trump (I mean, they have about the same amount of experience). Lists Playboy as his favorite magazine with a ;) face. Makes a lame “A see food diet. I see food I eat it” when asked about eating habits, so I’m expecting him to open with an equally lame joke when he meets Rachel.

Iggy, 30, Consulting Firm CEO. Idk if ABC made a typo or what, but if not he lists his best and worst attributes as the same traits (Truly a double edged sword). If stranded on a dessert island he would want it to be a banana float (haha) (Also thats a really stupid question anyway-ABC if you need someone else to write these I’m available)

Jack Stone, 32, Attorney (!). First, why is his whole name on the website? Usually its just their last initial, and that’s only if there’s two people with the same name. Which isn’t the case here so @ ABC wyd. Is an attorney like Rachel, and has been the only one so far smart enough to plead the fifth on the bedroom question. Two of his worst attributes are “hard on myself, anxious” which is very #relatable. Says tulips are his favorite flower because they’re like roses without thorns.

Jamey, 32, Sales Account Executive. Answers the question “where do you see yourself in five years” with “I am trying not to make plans right now” which is also very #relatable. I should bust that one out at my next job interview. Says his ideal mate looks like a model (we all wish) and responds “I do not have any female friends” to “describe your best friend of the opposite sex and why she/she deserves that title”.

Jedidiah, 35, ER Physician (!). Previously owned dogs that were over 1/2 wolf, which is slightly terrifying. Likes wild flowers that grow above high altitudes. Has had sex on a glacier which just sounds like a bad idea, frostbite and all that. Likes nice pens (don’t we all), clashing slightly with his outdoorsy image.

Jonathan, 31, “Tickle Monster”. Anyone identifying themselves as a tickle monster would be cut immediately if I were Rachel. They wouldn’t even make it inside the mansion. I hate being tickled. Formerly sported a mullet. Says his favorite flower right now is a red rose (*rolls eyes*). Previously married, which the producers are probably going to bring up at every given opportunity. Lists Britney Spears as one of his favorite music artists, which still doesn’t even begin to make up for the tickling thing.

Josiah, 28, Prosecuting Attorney (!). Has had sex in his office, so hopefully he didn’t tell his employer he was going on the show, and if he did, hopefully they don’t find this. Was once catfished, so perhaps he’s on the wrong show anyway. Perhaps Nev and Max can participate in a group date giving tips on how not to get catfished.

Kenny, 35, professional wrestler. Spends his Saturday nights either “wrestling in his underwear in front of thousands of people or with his daughter”. Has a daughter, which the producers will also probably bring up at every given opportunity because exploiting children is always fun! Says he was “quick draw Mcgraw” when he first started dating his ex. Has had sex with a wife while her husband watched, which sounds like more Unreal than Bachelorette territory tbh.

Kyle, 26, marketing consultant. Generally doesn’t trust people and dislikes corrupt authority, and respects Ed Snowden. Probably has a Bernie 2016 sticker on his car. doesn’t know what gluten is but eats gluten free when he can. Describes his ideal mate as 7+ and says BDSM was weird because he doesn’t like hurting people.

Lee, 30, Singer/Songwriter. Would want to learn to make booze if stranded on a deserted island.  Considers himself a romantic. Also seems too normal for this show (aside from the career) and will probably be gone the first night.

Lucas, 30, “Whaboom” I googled it and couldn’t find an answer as to what “Whaboom” even means so we’re off to a great start. When asked who he would have lunch with out of everyone in the world, replies “ Dead: Bruce Jenner, Alive: Caitlyn Jenner” *cringes* would want the cast of the View with him on a deserted island which is pretty smart actually because they’d probably wind up killing each other and he could establish himself as the apex predator. Enjoys a “good old bump and grind” when it comes to dancing. Lists going to funeral as one of his least favorite date activities, which makes me question his dating history history. I feel like he’ll be the villain.

Matt, 32, Construction Sales Rep. Describes lingerie as the most romantic gift he’s ever given saying  “I knew I was in love once I found myself shopping at Victoria Secret” #justlikethenotebook. Describes a tinder date as his worst dating memory. Has had sex on a cruise ship balcony. Despite that is probably still too normal for the show and will probably be eliminated quickly.

Michael, 26, Former professional basketball player, which is less impressive when you keep reading and find out it was in Bulgaria. Would want to have lunch with Obama. One of his worst date fears is one of his friends hooking up with his date in the past which should make fantasy suites fun should he make it that far. Also like the fifth guy to name Denzel Washington as his favorite actor.

Milton, 31, Hotel recreation supervisor. Has a lip tattoo. Is oddly upfront about not being on the show for the “right reasons”. He says he wants to be discovered and break into acting or writing.  (At least try to lie and say you’re here for love my guy). Describes himself as only “kinda” romantic because he thinks it can show you’re weak.

Mohit, 26, Product manager. Says he is going to dress up as gluten for Halloween. Good luck with that. Likes country music. Has used Tabasco sauce in the bedroom which just sounds like a bad idea (honestly what do yall get up to where you need condiments). Is like the third person to say he admires Elon Musk.

Peter, 31, business owner. Once thought he got abducted after a one night stand. Likes modern family. Seems normal. Also cute. I’ve been trying to dodge spoilers but a few have slipped through the cracks and I must say...

Rob, 30, law student. Would want to have lunch with Buddha. Would want to be able to control time. Also seems normal. Will probably be eliminated quickly.

Will, 28, Sales Manager. Considers himself a romantic. Describes every tinder date he’s ever been on as his worst dating experience. Hates being a second choice, so hopefully he doesn’t wind up like Nick as runner up twice.

So overall it seems like there’s a lot more diversity this season, which is great to see! its also cool that that most of the men are closer to Rachel’s age compared to last season when some of the girls were literally 10 years younger than nick. And since i haven’t read spoilers, i guess i’ll pick a few faves based on bios alone: Peter, Eric, DeMario, Jack stone thats probably way off im bad at stuff like that

See yall the 22nd!

[di-fantastica]

Headcannon; When dealing with s/o during their cycle (Post ending)

Then reacting to when the cramps are super bad, and she exclaims out in groaning pain, “That’s it! I can’t deal with this anymore! You’re putting a baby in me within the month!” 

Noctis: At first is a stiff awkward tower of support. He has been around enough women at the citadel to know what it is like when their cycles start. What he never learned was how to deal with the unfortunate symptoms of a women’s period. So the first few times were rough for the royal, who at one point got so fed up with not knowing what to do that he retreated to Prompto’s home, but he managed to pick up your preferences quickly. 

Like how on the first night you get crazy heat flashes so he stears clear of any night time cuddles. He still occasionally has nightmares on how intensely you lashed out at him the first time he tried to cuddle you during your flashes. 

But during the day time you’re like a kitten in major need of his arms around you. Which is incredibly difficult for him for he is the king and council meetings are a daily vitality, and having you constantly bribing him through messages to come back home to snuggle was distracting to say the least. Despite his busy schedule he always makes sure to come back with a gift that he knows would please you. What sort of gift it would be is largely based off of your cravings, and what you are into during the days leading up to your PMS. 

Then when the cramps get too much you groan out the words of wanting to be pregnant to avoid the pain of cramps for the next nine months Noctis goes completely silent. 

So silent that you were thoroughly convinced that he had fallen asleep until you looked over and saw his eyes wide open and deep in thought. You were obviously joking, but he seemed to have taken it seriously.  

“Well.. I mean… An heir will be needed eventually. Why not sooner rather than later?”

Prompto: Completely and utterly useless. Give the chocobo loving fiend a wrench and a pack of bolts and he would manage to make a functional car out of clouds. But when you catch him in the bathroom, while he was brushing his teeth, to mention that you’ll have to change the sheets because of a surprise attack sometime during the night, and he nearly passes out. Growing up on his own he had no idea about the workings of a woman (your first night together was incredibly fluffy), and having Noctis as a best friend wasn’t much help. 

But this pure collection of sunshine was immediately there to help in any way he could. After the initial shock of course. Like Noctis, Prompto was a quick learn but he always managed to over do it. Not like it was something to complain about because two over sized bears always beats one. He even went to the extent of seeking out your mother for advice on what your preferences were during the agonizing week. Which threw you in for a loop because at that point you hadn’t even mentioned to her who you were dating. And after the guys had defeated Ardyn their names were known all around Eos. So when she found out you were dating the famed sharpshooter you nearly strangled Prompto where he stood (looking at you with nervous guilt as he knew he fucked up somehow). Let’s just say that she nagged for children, and on days when she’s especially brave (and tipsy on wine), she would tease you about not being able to snag the blonde’s royal best friend instead. Then she would proceed to say that Prompto must be carrying a much better package (having the said person guffaw in victory while you bury your self in mortification).

You’re constantly reminded as to why you couldn’t give Prompto surprises (how you can even forget is another wonder) because when you joked about wanting to be pregnant by next month’s cycle the blonde froze completely still then fell onto the floor. A reaction similar to when you first got your period around him except now it seemed as if he was close to seizing. This immediately prompts you to calling the only person you know would be able to help in this situation.  “Iggy… I- I think I broke him…” “Again?” “He’s an easy target…” “That he is. Alright then, set the phone onto his ear.”

It’s not known by you what was exchanged, but whatever the older gentleman said got Prompto back to his senses almost immediately. Blumbering apologizes on bothering him during his personal hours in the kitchen which in turn had you apologizing as well.

“No need for you to apologize my dear. It wasn’t your fault.” “No fair! She’s the one that-” “Prompto…” The way Ignis nagged on Prompto like a mother always had you smiling, and seeing you smile so sincerely never failed to make Prompto shine even brighter. Even if the reason for your smiles was because of his own torture.        

Gladio: Not to say that Clarus was a horrible father, but being the shield to King Regis did not give the man many opportunities to be home with his family. Which his two children thankfully understood. So being the one who practically raised Iris, Gladio was familiar with the woes and drama of being a female.     When the two of you first started dating and staying over one another’s homes it was a surprise to you when he didn’t even bat an eye lash when you mentioned getting your period. “Figured as much. You were becoming moody and let’s be real here. Why else would you have not let us have sex last night? We both know you can’t resist me.” The smirk and wink that followed after resulted in a pillow being thrown at his head. 

With months passing and the two of you have some time clocked in together you’ve come to find out that Gladio is the most sweet and sentimental bear to come into existence. He was able to pick up the schedule of your period without even the help of a calendar. It became a habit of his to pick up the snacks and foods your body craved for. It was a wonder to you how he knew, but all the big guy did was be a bit more attentive to details a few days prior to the beginning of your cycle. Picking up any indicates on what you may be craving (what foods you react to when watching TV or the advertisements they come across daily). Another sign of you having your period is when you start to wear pants around the house. Living with Gladio has made you pick up some of his habits, one of which is going about almost completely bare. If he can laze around the house without a shirt on then why couldn’t you go around with no pants on? You see why your bulky partner dresses as he does. It is freeing and amazingly comfortable without the restraint. It is a shame you’re not able to go pant-less in public without getting arrested and having to deal with a jealous crownsguard. With all of that being said you hate the fact that you’re forced to have to wear some sort of pants or shorts when your ovaries are reenacting that great battle of Ifrit between one another. 

When the cramps are unbearably bad he makes sure to have a warm water pack accessible to you at all times. The first night (which is always the worst) Gladio managed to make it something worth looking forward to. He’s aware that you’re never in the mood to go out that first night so he takes the date night to you. Movie night is what you like to call it, camping is what he made it. It’s when the two of you set up the living room into a camping grounds of sorts. A fort set up on the center of the cleared floor, the two of you have practically become pros at making forts, and two projectors are set. One against a dark blank wall showing the movie of choice and another that casts stars onto the ceiling. A bowl of your favorite snack settled on top of his defined abs as you curl close to him in his arms. During the day when the two of you are awake and together the cuddles are endless, but come bed time he’s aware to keep his distance the first night or so because your heat flashes become intense. Keeping his distance is a struggle for the man because he sleeps best when you’re safe in his arms, but he also knows that he won’t be so safe if he does anything to irritate you during your sleep. When you groan out that you’re going to be pregnant next month to keep from having cramps a playful grin covers his lips as he puts together dinner as you layout in pain on the floor. 

“What’s that look for Amicitia?” “Just wondering how many sets of earplugs I’ll need to get for our neighbors. I only have a week and there’s a whole apartment complex to think of.” His words were followed with an eye roll, “When did you ever care about being quiet?” “True. Forget our neighbors.”            

Ignis: The first time around he was completely flustered and mortified for he didn’t know what to do at all, and you didn’t fault him for it. But with Iggy being Iggy he felt like that was his shortcoming and did all the research he could to prepare him for the next time. 

Every cycle was a learning experience for him, but he didn’t voice it as he is never one to boast. Forever that doting guardian, he keeps up with your diet when you’re on your period. Making food that will help with cramps, a lot of them nothing close to comfort food, and having you take supplements that would help replenish any nutrients lost. At first it was a grueling experience, but eventually you’ve come to realize that his methods helped greatly. Although, he has also learned to adapt a bit as females are not all made the same, and his resources do not accommodate for the differences. 

There would be days where the cupboards are filled with your favorite snacks, but he’d only allow it if you drink your daily necessity of water. At night his famous hazelnut hot chocolate would be the true MVP as the two of you snuggle close on the couch while he sacrificed dealing with the super hero television shows you enjoy watching so much (“I can’t see why you indulge in these over dramatized sitcoms when you already know four perfectly real heros.” He’s jealous). 

If you don’t feel like sitting around then he’d make an seemingly impromptu date to walk around the city, and find places to visit to hopefully turn into a new favorite spot of yours. “Seemingly” because, let’s be honest, nothing is ever not planned when it comes to the adviser. The man has most likely taken note of many of these small shops, cafes, and sights when he’s out and about for work or with the bros. Keeping it in his artillery for situations such as these.

The sudden exclamation that you want to be pregnant by next month’s cycle made the usually calm man lose his composure and choke on his coffee. That didn’t stop him from noticing the frown on your face and immediately started to explain himself, “Being a man who articulates almost every aspect of his life a baby would largely throw me off course, but… To have a child together with you would be the best surprise in the world. Of course-” It didn’t take long for him to pull himself back to that famous calm that only Ignis can achieve, and brings the mug back to his lips. He then speaks before taking a calculated drink, “The sound of your utmost surprise after seeing me in all my glory for the first time comes in a VERY close second.”

Ravus: Despite his cold facade, Ravus is actually quite caring and unexpectedly knowledgeable about the tendencies of women during their period. Growing up next to Lunafreya probably provided the needed experience as the Tenebraen royal is much more perceptive than people believe him to be. 

So when he caught wind of you becoming a bit more solemn, moody, and needy during a particular time each month he immediately knew that there’s a large possibility that you’re PMSing. 

He’s a lot like Gladio where having a sister helped him know how to deal with a woman, but unlike Gladio he doesn’t voice his thoughts out too much. Ravus is more of a man of action. 

He’d be gone for most of the day, but he’d make sure that your stock of feminine products are fully plenished. That the chores that you would usually set for yourself for the day are cared for because the pain you’re going through would be unbearable. Then when you’re tucked away on the couch asleep from marathoning some prime time crime television show, he’d come back during one of his rare breaks and carry you off to bed. Making sure to wrap you up in blankets freshly warmed from the dryer. 

You’d sleep through his time at home, but that didn’t bother him much. He knew you needed your sleep because on days when you’re not in pain you would stay up next to him to help in whatever way you can with paperwork (which he refused greatly at first, but eventually gave in when he saw that there was no winning with you.) When you wake up you would find yourself back in bed with a present for you settled on your bedside table. 

His gifts were always small things, nothing too intense because he knew that you didn’t care too much for dramatics. A cake from your favorite bakery, a quote written by his hand that he thought matched the day, or a flower that made him think of you. Ravus may seem like a grumpy old poop, but don’t let that fool you because you realized way back when the two of you started getting that he’s a total romantic. 

Then come night time Ravus is fully aware of how needy you become, and how much of that neediness you hold back while he’s stuck in meetings all day at work. So once he comes home well past midnight he makes his way over to you in bed, and kisses you awake. A long passionate kiss as he brings you into his arms. Softly murmuring against your lips how much he loves you, and is so lucky to have someone as amazing as you at his side. 

You’re surprised the following morning to hear Ravus working away in his home office. He claims that the council allowed him to do so because it’ll be easier due to many of the needed documents are in his home office, but you knew better. You weren’t completely dense, and could pick up the pattern of him staying home when your period symptoms were at their worst. All the prince wanted to do was to care for his partner as she has done many times for him. 

After freshening up you’d make your way into his office, ignore his discontent of you bothering him during his work, and crawl onto his lap (which he doesn’t refuse) to snuggle close against him. Soft Grumbles leaving your lips one of which proclaiming that you’re going to become pregnant by the next month so you wouldn’t have to suffer through this ridiculous pain and discomfort anymore.  “What? N-No! Absolutely not. We’re just not prepared to have a child.” “We can name her Luna.” Contemplating silence “And if it’s a boy?” “Nyx” “… I’m listening.”

[infinitus-amor]

hc for how the chocobros deal with them having a crush on somebody? (like if they would ask them out)

So I was already gonna do a headcanon about this subject so I hope you like it ♡

It’s basically how the Chocobros would confess to their crush and ask them out~ It’s under a cut since I made them semi-long? (NOTE: I made these basically as a continuation to admin risotto’s first HC -> THIS ONE)

Noctis:

This is the boy that tries to act cool but is totally just a lost bean (Noctis: beanssssss…? lol). Though he lacks experience in the relationship area, he would totally put some time into his confession. He’d be too embarrassed to ask the bros for any help, so he would just try to come up with something not too cheesy.

He would invite you, his crush, to the castle, and would eat dinner at the table, with his father as well. Regis already caught on to his son’s feelings towards you a long time ago. Regis had found it a bit odd that Noctis actually wanted you to meet him, but when he had met the you, he understood why. You were carefree, kind, and you were clearly not just friends with Noctis because he was the prince. After a nice dinner, he would take you on a small “tour” around the castle (as if you haven’t been there before) with you both just having small talk.

It’s not until you arrive at the beautiful garden where Noctis would start to get nervous. It was as if this was his first time seeing you again, and god that day went horrible. He had embarrassed himself in front of you and your best friend… IN A DINER. Luckily when you saw each other again, you didn’t make fun of him, you actually asked if he was ok, even though the event happened a week before. His hands would get a bit clammy but he would choke down his fear and confess his feelings towards you, all while looking directly at your eyes. His confession would be sweet, and kinda funny (because he mentioned their first encounter), but it was honest.

You would be a bit shocked, because you have a crush on him too, but never thought Noctis, THE PRINCE NOCTIS, would like you back. He wouldn’t look look you in the eye anymore after not hearing an immediate response, but his cheeks would be bright red when you hug him tight, giggling a bit. You would cup his face and give him a quick peck on the lips, thanking him for liking you back. Noctis would be confused why you would thank him, but would quickly understand and hug you back smiling a bit. This boy would be a blushing mess again though because you would quickly tell your best friend over the phone, while mentioning his adorable confession.

Prompto:

This sweet potato baby here also lacks experience in relationships, but he would totally be cheesy, romantic, and spontaneous. His crush on you is painfully obvious to everyone, including you, but you would find it adorable that he can’t hide it. Heck, the first time you encountered each other, you found him not only good looking, but cute. I mean he did keep staring at you in amazement and that had never happened to you before. You had also found him cute because he never noticed you smiling back at him.

Prompto would be a small mess trying to think of a way to confess, so he would ask Ignis for advice. Ignis would just tell him to do something that involves one of his hobbies, photographing. He would still be a bit lost, but would eventually come up with an idea. First he would beg Noctis to borrow the Regalia, and after promising to be careful with the car, he would ask her to hang out. They would go on a small road trip that would start in the morning and end the next morning (they would stay the night at a lodge to be careful of deamons). You bet this boy was snapping pictures the whole time, including some sneaky pictures of you.

The final destination of the road trip would be the Wiz Chocobo Post because you both had something in common: a love for chocobos. You two would ride around while joking around, until the sun started to set. You would be on top of a small hill, just admiring the sunset when the you would hear the familiar click of a camera. When you turned your chocobo to question him, he was off his, freckly face all red, and hiding something behind his back. This would worry you so when you got down to ask him what was wrong, he would just blurt out, “I like you! A lot…” He would go rambling on how he thought you were the prettiest thing he ever saw, and god your personality just hooked him in and trapped him.

He wouldn’t even give you a chance to talk until he handed a small scrapbook to you. It was pictures of the both of you everywhere featuring the other chocobros here and there. This would warm your heart, and when you confess that you like him back, a huge weight would lift off his shoulders since he was the one that thought he wasn’t good enough for you. The night would end with you two laying together in bed, pointing out funny pictures of you two or the others in the scrapbook. Prompto would be so insecure you would change your mind any time though, he would hold your hand the whole night, for you to only assure him by pecking his cheeks and lips while smiling.

Gladio:

This one… definitely has experience in relationships, but he would still want to impress you. The day he saw you in the tattoo shop, almost crying, made him have a sweet spot just for you. He held your hand through the whole process just hoping you would talk to him again, and lucky for him, you did.

He would want to confess his feelings while doing something you would both enjoy. He wouldn’t sugar coat the date being a date though. He would straight out go to you, and ask if you would like to go on a date with him. After you say yes, he would be ecstatic. The day of the date, he would take you to a camping trip. You two would go hiking, fishing, and all that stuff. For dinner, he even makes some special cup noodles just for you, which you didn’t mind at all (because who doesn’t like cup noodles?).

After slurping up the noodle goodness, you two would lay down on some comfy blankets to star gaze before going to bed. While you were looking for a specific constellation and say how cool it was, he would say, “But not as cool as you.” You being all flabbergasted would sit up a blushing mess, trying to tell him you’re not cool, which would only make this man laugh. He would sit up, and gaze at you lovingly and tell you you were wrong. He would go on about how you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, and you were especially cute when you were getting your first tattoo. Heck he thought you were so cool just because you were dedicated to getting the tattoo even when you were so scared of it.

While you would pout remembering the moment, this brave man would lean in slowly and peck your lips softly whispering, “Would you be my lovely girlfriend~?” Your eyes would be wide, and your cheeks red as tomatoes, but would slowly nod your head yes. You had a crush on him too actually, and was just thinking about blurting the question to him before he beat you to it. You two would fall asleep under the stars, with Gladio happily holding you in his arms wondering how he was lucky enough to snag a charm like you.

Ignis:

This one here has some experience in relationships, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t good with them. How can he not be with those good manners of his, and dashing good looks. His crush on you wouldn’t be as obvious as the others (especially Prompto) but if someone really paid attention, they would notice. He would think of how to confess his feelings almost strategically, but would know he has to take a different approach because this is dating, not battling.

Ignis would invite you over for dinner one evening, and though you weren’t expecting a simple meal (because the fact it’s Iggy), you weren’t expecting a full three course meal! He basically treated you like a princess the whole night, asking if the food was of your taste and always asking if he could get something for you. For dessert he said he had made something special. First he would serve some specially made cups of coffee (specifically lattes) for the two of you, and then he would tell you to close your eyes. After you hear some shuffling of feet, he tells you to open your eyes. When you look down, there’s a nicely but simply decorated cake of your favorite flavor, but that’s not what surprised you.

What surprised you was the icing on top that read, “Darling, I like you a latte! Will you be my cup of joy?” You knew this man was funny behind that stoic posture, and this proved it. I mean, how cute (but kinda cheesy) was that? You would reply saying “I like you a latte too” with a huge grin on your face. He would chuckle in response, and start to cut a piece of that cake for you, telling you how he thought of confessing to you like this when he remembered you guys met at a coffee shop.

You shivered almost embarrassed because you looked dead tired that day, but adored he thought back to your first meeting for this. After dinner, being the gentleman he is, he would drop you off at home, but would be too shy to do anything else other than say goodnight. So… that’s where you come in. You had to hold his hand to stop him, and pecked his lips with a smile and a small blush. You better believe this man was blushing, but let out a small chuckle while ruffling your hair, peck your forehead with a kiss, and wait until you were safely inside your home to leave.

I hope these aren’t too bad (ㆆᴗㆆ) … Reblog to share the feels!

animo,

admin regina ♛

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@blossomingpink I can’t submit stuff on your personal blog @_@

But anyway I see post saying “What are your headcanons about me?”

U know what this means?

U be getting your own headcanons ayyyyyyy

Also this is your restaurant anon btw, I have too many sideblogs

HCs are based on my own interpretation of your personal blogposts and insta btw

Gladio

- I can see Gladdy to be the one who would just go crazy over how you look - like dear Lord he will love your daring makeup style ok

- Will totally spread his legs wide enough so that his thigh will touch yours in car

- Will totally put his arms around you too in the car, pretending that it’s just a buddy-buddy thing at first just to be careful not to make you too uneasy with his forwardness

- But he ain’t fooling anyone because how subtle can a Gladio be when he’s into someone anyway

- Will flirt with you and make smutty innuendos non-stop in the car it would just shut everyone up (even Prompto) when he’s at it because it’s just so damn awkward for them

- You guys will develop a strong bond after a night of cup noodle dinner

- I can imagine you guys sharing your passion for cup noodle and he will internally go like “Yes. Tis is the one.” /dead laughs

- I feel like he would give you random piggyback rides everynow and then and he will just brush it off when others give him the funny look, like “u got problems with this son?”

- Will teach you survival skills and show you how to craft a lot of stuff

- Noctis/Prompto will give him a slight judging look as they notice him going easy on you when you’re having problems chopping some woods the right way. He will probably just let a small laugh out before taking the wood out of your hand and shows you how to cut it the right way, even demonstrating how to hold the cleaver and swing it the right way. When it comes to Noctis and Prompto, he will usually just chop the wood fast and hard until the split pieces flew everywhere and knocks them in the head, like this is how it’s done you spoiled bastards -how come u don’t know how to do something this basic smh life has failed u. 

Prompto

- This little sunshine ball is gonna be your damn bestie. One look at that Christmas PJ and he will declare you as his new best friend

- Prompto being Prompto, he will bombard you with tons of questions -some personal- without second thought, like where did you get all of your pretty makeup kit, where do you usually buy all of your fun-looking clothes and if they also carry menswear etc.

- Expect Gladdy to be lowkey annoyed when he asks you if you have a boyfriend. He will just raise his legs up and rest them on Prompto’s headrest without warning, effectively kicking this poor fluffball’s head

- Your jamming buddy, I can see you two just dancing along to the radio’s tunes on camp days while eating chips. Noctis will just sit back and watch you guys while snacking on his own bowl of chips though -cause he’s lazy like that. Ignis will be lowkey facepalming while stirring his soup -because dear God playing along with Prompto’s antics is the equivalent of overloading a kid with sugar ok. Ignis knows that you’ll eventually flop on the camping chair next to Noctis after a good sesh of jamming, but Prompto will just get more and more hyper after the initial warm-up. This is when Gladio comes in and throws a dirty mop right at his face, telling him to help with the camp prep

- Will also be your best shopping buddy. He will probably shop more than you do though. Expect a huge haul of costume PJs, chocobo plushies, giant pool floaties, and many other pointless stuff

- He will be the reason why you’re broke tbh. Some days the two of you will just find your wallets dry as the desert, and you two will be scraping for small changes together, finding just enough money to buy sandwiches for lunch

Noctis

- Noctis = your eating, sleeping, and complaining buddy

- I should stress that you guys will be serious sleeping buddies. You can sleep on his shoulder and vice versa on the car, and when one of you wakes up and realises that you guys have been doing the cute-sleeping-arrangement-while-sitting for couples thing for the past hour, you would just go back to sleep straightaway. No blushing, no awkward neck scratches, no awkward apologies, just sleep.

- Noctis will be secretly delighted that you’re joining the party. This is because he can sneak food in and just eat in bed whenever he gets the same hotel room as you do. Previously he can only do this when he shares a room with Prompto.

- Likes to point out that you’re not awake and ready to roll too in the morning as an excuse to get more sleep when Ignis wakes him up

- Will essentially be your twin. Ignis telling you two to get off your camping chairs and start the quest? You two will be making the exact same face of disapproval and dread. Ignis going to wake the two of you up in the morning? You both have blankets over your head and will just not budge until Prompto comes in and tells you that the food stalls are opening up. Both of you will simultaneously raise your head and rest them on top of your pillows, eyes still closed, contemplating whether the food stalls are worth dragging yourselves out of bed. Then you will just say, “you go get food for us”, and the two of you will just flop back to sleep. Five minutes later Gladdio will come in saying, “Who needs some of these wake-up headlocks?” and you two will instantly be awake.

- Hell I can imagine you and Noct brushing your teeth in the exact same way, side-by-side, eyes still closed. You two will probably eat stuff in the same order too.

Ignis

- You will find Iggy making this one “What have I gotten myself into” look everynow and then as you joined the party because all of your amusing antics with Prompto and Noctis

- Treats you rather formally as you two get acquainted. Because of this, he has the tendency to lecture Noct or Prompto instead of you whenever you guys gets too lively in the car (you can expect sunshine boy to notice this behaviour and whine about this)

- On one rare night though, you would wake up in the middle of the night, wanting to fetch some drink, and you will see that Ignis is still wide awake, sitting solemnly by the fire

- You will carefully greet him, to which he will respond by saying, “Ah, are you still awake? Are you having trouble sleeping? ” << I’m just imagining him saying this in his fine accent -omaigah this guy is such a gentleman ok

- Eventually he will offer you to sit by the fire with him, will also be offering you a hot drink and gives you a blanket while the two of you chat

- The conversation will start off light at first, with the two of you recapping all of the events earlier that day

- A brief silence will follow after this, and you’ll break the silence by bringing up something more personal, something more heartfelt to talk about

- Ignis will listen to you attentively, and you will probably catch him by surprise at one point as you share your views on life, friends, and your journey together with them (you won’t be able to tell though, we all know that he’s good at looking composed all the time, but he would tell you that he’s glad to hear your personal views and feelings on all of these matters)

- Overall it would be a good night for you both, and he will subtly lighten up around you on the next day as you and the bros continue your trip. Prompto will notice this tho, he will look over to Ignis as he expects to be lectured, only to find Iggy still driving languidly, paying a little less heed on the commotion you guys are causing in the car

- Also the camp talk sesh will become a secret routine for u two everynow and then, expect more pauses and silences in future camp talks. Not the awkward kind of silence though, in fact it’ll be the comforting kind of silence, the one that makes you feel like you’re home.

/done/

I STARTED THIS AS A PASTIME ACTIVITY AT NIGHT WHY DID IT END UP THIS LONG

Also I feel like Gladio is rather OOC tho srry I should probably pay more attention to him in the future lol

I will now get back on doing some uni prep stuff

Chat soon (・`ω´・)

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(40) (End) Ignis' pick-up poem.

Even though it is not a new realization, Ignis Scientia is aware he may be a bit too uptight and rather cold as a boyfriend to Gladiolus Amicitia.

His feelings are all true, yet he is aware he may not show it as much as he could or should. While Gladiolus does not mind and understands that’s just his way of being, Ignis has not yet stopped thinking about Gladiolus’ sweet poem, and feels a bit in debt: Gladio, in his strange, sometimes childish but always sincere and honest way, loves and appreciates him, and Ignis feels he hasn’t shown himself thankful enough.

Grateful for all those 69 attempts of flirting (...or at least some of them) and a poem, and those wonderful 5 years of relationship so far, and wanting to do something special for Gladio, Ignis has been drabbling down poem ideas in secret.

Decided to have an ultimate weapon after 39 attempts of a pick-up line, having cleaned the poem and memorized it, Ignis has come to be prepared, and awaits for an appropiate moment.

Today the hunter’s being hunted.

Ignis doesn’t know what an “appropiate moment” may be in those cases (Gladio’s not only his longest relationship, but also the first), so he has kept the poem to himself for about a month now, and can’t hold it any longer.

So while Noctis is being offered to try food from a stall at the marketplace and Prompto snaps pictures of the moment, Ignis, too moved by the only sight of his boyfriend, reaches to pull from his hand, stopping him.

Gladio: Anything the matter, Iggy? Ignis: Yes. No. Not anything that should concern you: I just wanted to tell you something. Gladio: Oh? What is it? Ignis: Gladio, I do am aware of the way I behave towards you at times, and I do realize and admit I may be harsh when you’re just trying to give me a compliment. Gladio: Iggy, it’s okay, don’t w- Ignis: No, no. Despite your bouncy and sometimes obscene behavior and jokes, you’ve always been a gentleman to me and have always shown care and love. And I fear I may not have been as explicit about my own feelings. Gladio: I appreciate it, Iggy, but you don’t need to if you don’t want to- Ignis: Silence. I made you a poem too. Gladio: ... Gladio: Okay, I’m listening. Ignis: Alright...

Ignis had NO idea he would feel this nervous until the moment came. It seemed so easy and funny in his head, and now he feels like he’s about to propose. Flustered at the idea and unexpectedly shy, he, feeling like he’s a hopelessly in love sixteen year old, looks to make sure Prompto and Noctis are busy and not listening, and clears his throat.

Ignis: I call it “Things I Love of Gladio”

Gladio laughs softly.

Gladio: I’m interested. Shoot.

Ignis: *clears throat* Ignis: Uhm... Ignis: *clears throat again* Ignis: Things I love of Gladio:

I love your hands on my waist, And all your offers to taste test. Your eyes, I love them as well, And I must admit you’re hotter than hell. I love everytime you sneeze, Makes me deal with trembling knees. I love you training at night, Your loyalty for the king of light. I love to see you calm, watch you read, Your unconditional help when I’m in need. I love your nose, your mouth and your scars, Your soul, too, bright like stars.

I love your passion for exploring this land, And I love to walk it with you hand in hand.

And, mostly, I love when you fill me with cuddles, Every time that I feed you Cup Noodles.

There’s silence between the two of them.

Ignis, currently feeling rather stupid, holds out said Cup Noodles after having them hidden with himself the whole time, decorated with a ribbon. 

Ignis: I tried to make it as amusing as yours, but I fear I may not handle comedy as well, and I know Lestallum’s marketplace is not a romantic choice like Galdin Quay was, but...

Ignis doesn’t know how to interpret Gladio’s blank face. Gladio, carefully, reaches a hand up and accepts the Cup Noodles from the smaller man’s hands.

And he puts them away.

He puts them on the floor at their side, and Ignis blinks at him.

Ignis: Did you not like-?

Gladio: Oh, shut up.

Before Ignis could question him again, he’s suddenly caught into a tight hug, which he can’t return for his arms are trapped in Gladio’s. The King Adviser groans in pain, but he’s far too used to this kind of squeezes and doesn’t mind. 

Gladio hugs him like the world is about to end, not only in strength but also in color. He keeps a hand on Ignis’ hair, and the other around his waist, and doesn’t move or say anything, like one who mourns. Ignis still doesn’t know how to interpret that.

Ignis: ...are you okay, Gladio?

Gladio: Of course I am. 

Ignis: Are you- are you crying? Did I say anything that I shouldn’t?

Gladio laughs very quietly and softly, and Ignis yet doesn’t understand anything, and worries on the tiny sniffle he hears.

Gladio pulls apart, and Ignis reaches his hands up, not understanding Gladio’s damp cheeks, and tries to clean them with his thumbs.

Ignis: I didn’t mean to upset you.

Gladio: Iggy, you failed at comedy. That was romance, sweetness and affection in one small poem. 

Ignis: ?

Gladio: I’m not upset, you ass. I’m just...happy. Overwhelmed. I don’t know what to tell you. 

Ignis: :D So are you accepting those Cup Noodles in exchange for some cuddles?

Gladio laughs louder this time, and leans down again to hug Ignis one more time, lifting him up the ground. The adviser laughs quietly and hugs him back as tightly.

Gladio: You, dumb idiot. I’d do it for free, all of my life.

Ignis: You’d reject Cup Noodles?

Gladio puts him down but doesn’t pull apart from the hug. He moves his head to a side so he can nuzzle at Ignis’ hair, lovingly, holding him tightly and secure in his arms.

Gladio sighs, smiling.

Gladio: I love you more than I love those.