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Fresh Crops! August 12 - August 18, 2024

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

*NOTE* Fics for the Bokumono Summer Exchange will not be included in the weekly post. They will have their own post when all stories are completed. 💜

The Village’s Flower - by WonderBun; WIP, 3/13, 7.1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply' Category: F/M Fandom: Magical Melody Relationships: Amanda/All the bachelors, Amanda/Alex, Amanda/Basil, Amanda/Blue, Amanda/Bob, Amanda/Carl, Amanda/Dan, Amanda/Jamie, Amanda/Joe, Amanda/Kurt, Amanda/Louis, Amanda/Ray; Characters: Amanda, Alex, Basil, Blue, Bob, Carl, Dan, Jamie, Joe, Kurt, Louis, Ray Additional Tags: nurse outfit, Spanking Summary: Amanda sees Flower Bud Village’s Exciting New Ranch Plan as a chance at a new life. But the village has some strange customs, and all the men are so dashing…..

Tumblr Posts for A Wonderful Life Characters - by actaeoncross; WIP, 55/?, 64k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Multiple Characters x Reader; Characters: Celia | Seperia, Cody, Daryl, Flora, Gustafa, Lumina, Marlin | Mash, Matthew, Gordy, Cecilia, Muffy, Molly, Nami, Rock, Reade Summary: A collection of Tumblr posts for A Wonderful Life Characters x Reader prompts.

Cafe Castanet - by strawberrylemonwedge; Complete, 2/2, 6.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Chase/Molly the Farmer; Characters: Molly the Farmer, Chase, Maya, Luke the Carpenter, Owen, Luna, Wizard Gale Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Romance, Fluff, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Ten Years Ago Summary: High School seniors Molly and Chase have been friends for years. Now they're working together at the city's newest coffee shop, Café Castanet. Things can get pretty dull during the slow night shift but familiar faces, strange guests, and maybe a little romance will help spice up the night.

A Story of Seasons: The Story of Jill | Volume II: Summer - by Celeste_Adia; WIP, 18/21, 115k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: DS Cute, Friends of Mineral Town, A Wonderful Life Characters: Pony | Aya | Jill, Takakura, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Kai, Witch Princess, Harvest Sprites, Cliff, Gray, Popuri, Pete | Jack, Lumina, Muffy | Molly, Harvest Goddess Gaia Summary: Months have passed since Jill began her new life in Forget-Me-Not Valley. Summer is here, and residents are preparing for festivals and the return of familiar faces from Mineral Town, including the arrival of Kai, an easygoing traveler who plans to stay for the season. Caught up in the festivities, Jill entangles herself with him and other Mineral Town folk, which can be quite a distraction from farm work. Meanwhile, the third anniversary of Jack's passing looms near, forcing his loved ones, especially his widowed wife Juliet, to reminisce on their past with him and continue to find reasons to move forward. Drought plagues the valley, causing farming to become more strenuous... And dangerous. Despite the hauntings of the past and the increasing intensity of the summer heat, Jill is determined to keep her head up and endure through her least favorite time of the year, no matter what it takes.

Applejack Rabbit - by Tomocum; Complete, 1/1, 1.9k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Angela the Farmer/Harvest King Ignis; Characters: Angela the Farmer, Harvest King Ignis, Gill Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some NSFT tags have been removed. Please see AO3 for complete list** Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Cheating, Infidelity, Adultery, NTR | Netorare, Giants, Size Difference, Size Kink, Cuckolding, Belly Bulge, humiliation Summary: Angela is a little too happy whenever she comes back from the mines. Her husband, Gill, has his suspicions realized in the worst way.

He and She - by Rune_Tales (Feudal_Faerie_Tales); WIP, 9/?, <100

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, M/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Karen/Rick, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri, Elli/Doctor Trent | Torre; Characters: Claire, Gray, Kai, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Popuri, Karen, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Rick, The Kappa, Harvest Goddess Additional Tags: Fanfiction, YouTube, Embedded Video, Eventual Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Mystery, Mild Language, Friendship, Falling In Love, Time Travel, Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Marriage, Suffering, Sad and Happy, Happy Ending Summary: A group of friends in Mineral Town experience strained relationships due to romantic misunderstandings. Gray is interested in Claire, Ann has a crush on Cliff, and Popuri wants to distance herself from Kai. As the year progresses, financial troubles and personal challenges intensify, leading to near tragedy. Kai attempts to reconcile, but a mysterious Goddess may hold the key to resolving the turmoil after the New Year.

Sing Like A Bee - by Tomocum; Complete, 1/1, 1.7k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Harvest Goddess Sephia | Megami-sama/Kasey | Yuukil; Characters: Harvest Goddess Sephia, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: **NOTE: Some NSFT tags have been removed. Please see complete list on AO3** Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Giantess, Size Difference, Size Kink, Giants, Impregnation, Breeding Summary: Kasey wants a child.

One Not Safe For Tumble fic by fandomrper titled Trent's Bathroom Adventure

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #animal parade #friends of mineral town #hm ds cute #a wonderful life #magical melody

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mcalhenwrites · 2 years ago

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While many of my pieces on AO3 are still locked up in a collection, I do have many that are public. :D Final Fantasy XV songs that died centuries ago ignoct reincarnation AU Summary: Noctis and Ignis recognized each other when they met as children. No matter how many lifetimes they pass through, they always find one another. Length: oneshot, 1345 words Noctis isn’t sure why, but he remembers pieces of lifetimes like the quick flip through a photograph album. The emotions—fear, grief, love, hatred—overwhelm him. He’s too young to know where these thoughts come from, why they’re there. Spell of the Stars ignoct Summary: When the thirteen stars of the Chosen King Constellation shine down upon Eos at their brightest, it gives two ghosts the power to be almost human again. Length: oneshot, 868 words They still spend their days and nights together in the Citadel, banging messages through the walls and curling up on the dusty covers of old beds. But they only had a short time in this season to touch one another. The annual ball had become a romantic game between the two. Would they find one another and dance for the rest of the evening, or be doomed to spend their night being passed from stranger to stranger? Wandering Souls ignoct dad AU Summary: Noctis is a single dad and widower who found his family's business too stressful and demanding, and now he lives on the road with his son. Similarly, Ignis is a motorcyclist who became tired of the daily grind of life in Insomnia and quit his job to travel. Being on the road means seeing a lot of different faces, but when they catch eyes at a diner in Hammerhead, both Ignis and Noctis realize that sometimes it’s nice to wake up to the same face every day. Length: 14 chapters (complete), 46,720 words

“Daddy, did you make a new friend?”

“Yeah, his name is Ignis.”

“Cool. You need friends.”

Leave it to a five-year-old to point out all his flaws and shortcomings.

Original Works Stargazers' Hill Summary: Thaddeus Whittaker began his new life in a coffin. After running away from an orphanage, Thaddeus stowed away in a coffin destined for the Glasser Mortuary. He is taken in by the family and becomes fast friends with their youngest son, Ambrose. What Thaddeus doesn't know is someone is looking for him, and the disappearance of his stepfather was no accident at sea. Length: 17/63 chapters (still posting, though the work is complete) For the first time in their lives, the people at the Glasser Mortuary did the opposite of their jobs: they pulled a body out of a casket. This one happened to be breathing, which was fortunate for all of them. Humphrey Glasser did not need his hard-earned reputation to be shaken by a police investigation. Rascal Note: this stands alone from Stargazers' Hill and can be read separately Summary: With a stressful job as the breadwinner of the household, Hazel unwinds at home by surrendering control to his trustworthy partner, Ferdinand. The youngest "Raston Rascal" is under pressure to follow in his father's footsteps. It includes everything from his job to his hobbies to his lifestyle choices. But when there's a new airship being built, one that the Rastons have invested in, Hazel finds a growing interest in the vessel for all the wrong reasons. Length: 60/60 chapters, 159930 words Hazel is in the perfect position of his erotic fantasies: a handsome man has him across his lap, one leg burrowed into the angle of Hazel’s bent form, toes lifted off the ground. Ferdinand’s sleeves are indeed rolled nearly to his elbows, and the slipper is going to leave a lasting impression that has Hazel relishing in the pain all night and into tomorrow. Ungrateful Little Princeling Note: best read after reading at least the first 4 chapters of Rascal Summary: The first time Hazel is ever called an Ungrateful Little Princeling. The insult follows him into adulthood, as do the unpleasant memories. Length: oneshot, 2455 words

Beside Hazel’s arm sits the remaining pieces of the model, retrieved from the yard. The car has been snapped off the platform, and the exterior is scraped and smashed. The window glass is shattered.

Reselling will be impossible. The model is now trash.

Ravish Him Note: can be read before Rascal Summary: Hazel Raston might have been a little drunk when he first spotted Ferdinand Aletto standing by the nearest exit of the dormitory common room. So drunk, in fact, that he snagged Sinclair’s sleeve and hissed much too loudly in his ear, “Who is he? I want to ravish him.” Specifically, Hazel wanted to rip the stranger’s buttons off his shirt with his teeth and lick his chest down to his navel until he had his cock in his mouth. Length: oneshot, 7974 words Ferdinand dressed in his finest, snappiest outfit. He also dressed two hours too soon, because his thoughts were on little else but the young man with the butterscotch hair and chrysanthemum orange eyes. Woeful Spring Colds Note: can be read before Rascal, but best if you know the dynamic between Hazel and Ferdinand Summary: Ferdinand can always count on Hazel to take care of him when he has a cold. In turn, Hazel can count on Ferdinand to paint his ass red whenever they're no longer sick. Length: oneshot, 2838 words As soon as he straightens up, he takes a few deep breaths with his eyes shut tight. There is no mistaking it: he has caught something. It is inevitable in a customer service job, and arranging flowers for people who buy them for loved ones at hospitals means all sorts of colds and flus are passed around the flower shop. Even someone as robust as Ferdinand ends up catching something once a year. Eda, Darling Note: best read after chapter 40 of Rascal Summary: After her lawyers contact Willie, Edith Anne goes home to face her future ex-husband. Length: oneshot, 2623 words

Many people—especially my son—think I’m brave by nature. It’s never that easy. If I have the option to delay unpleasant matters for a short time, I’ll stay somewhere safe and harden my exoskeleton like a freshly-molted animal. Confrontations are best when planned to do the least damage.

Oh yes, I can react in a snap if necessary. The wife of someone as impulsive and reckless as William Raston must be. Kingdom Hearts Pretty Cute Smile Demyx/Ienzo Summary: It was simple. All he had to say? “No.” But the moment Ienzo smiled, one corner of his upturned lips hidden behind his bangs, Demyx caved. The word “no” was lost temporarily. Length: oneshot, 908 words

He enjoyed Ienzo’s company, and he was going to have it one way or another. In fact, maybe he liked Ienzo a little better than Zexion, because Ienzo smiled.

And that smile was pretty cute.

Language of Flowers Strelitzia, Lauriam Summary: They didn’t mind getting their hands covered in soil and compost, leaving dustings of it across the stairs of Daybreak Town. Length: oneshot, 485 words Lauriam taught his sister about the different local bees and other pollinators when she was but a wee thing standing in his shadow. The trellises in their family garden bloomed and fruited every spring, the vines clenched around the soft wood as if little arms clinging upward to beat the other plants to the sun.

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bgn846 · 4 years ago

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Marshal’s Creed FFXV Fanfic

Summary:

Cor dresses up for the annual Halloween gala in hopes to win a bet. Can he beat out everyone else at the party with the best costume?

Notes:

I had a fun prompt from my friend @ragewerthers for Cor Leonis getting invited to a Halloween party.... but what in the HELL is he supposed to go as?! Do Regis and Clarus help him? Do the boys help him? Does he decide to go scary? Funny? Mythical?

I hope you all enjoy, I had fun writing this! :)

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“What is he wearing?” Regis asked under his breath from where they were standing near the steps to the throne.

“Not so sure, but it seems pretty popular with the ladies,” Clarus admitted as he craned his neck to see better.

“Dear six, he looks half-naked!” spluttered Regis after a moment.

“Sorta, he’s got pants and maybe something someone would consider a shirt on.” Though Clarus was still clueless as to what Cor had dressed up as. The annual Halloween gala was always a fun event. However, the marshal never dressed up.

Ever.

It was only the quick thinking of Regis with the tempting draw of a bet that enticed their friend into wearing anything special this year. A hefty amount of 500gil sat waiting for Cor if he dressed up and won one of the sundry costume awards to be gifted that night. The prizes given out were little awards trinkets, and the bragging rights until the next party. Of course, Cor could care less about any of that, the only reason he’d even agreed, was to prove Regis wrong and maybe relieve him of some decent spending cash.

The king had figured Cor wasn’t creative enough to even stand a chance. Regis had merely snorted and waved him off when the marshal assured them he’d win something. Now, as Clarus watched their friend navigate through the crowd he was beginning to think Regis might have to pay up at the end of the night.

The squeals of impressed party goers only got louder as Cor approached, as did the flash of lights from photos being snapped. The crowds dispersed once he’d reached the king. Cor yawned once seemingly bored with the whole affair already. “You might as well give me the money now, Regis.”

“Never!” the king hissed, “You aren’t going to win, look at you! What is that, it looks like a pile of rags!”

Before Cor could answer a young staffer passing by interrupted them with a shout, “Awesome costume!” They left just as quickly as Clarus began to examine the outfit in more detail.

“I’m afraid I’m lost as to what you are, care to enlighten us?”

“Eh, this? I have no idea, Noct helped me pick it out. Said it was the best costume to wear and had Ignis go online and order me one before I could say no.”

“You asked my son to help you?”

“Nope, he found out I was going to dress up and he nearly flipped. How could I say no, he begged me to let him help.”

“Still what the hell are you?” Regis asked in exasperation.

“An assassin I think?” Cor supplied with a furrowed brow. “Honestly, the kid was talking too fast for me to catch the exact name, but he said it was from a game.”

“Why in the heck would an assassin wear that? Your entire right side is exposed, seems like a defensive nightmare.”

“I’ll admit it’s not exactly realistic but it’s comfy at least.” Cor offered with a shrug.

“I don’t know why you let my son talk you into this, you look ridiculous.” Regis was about to add more when another party-goer/staffer wandered by and started staring. They were of course after a picture of Cor. The staffer was young and blushing like mad but still managed to ask for a selfie.

“I’m sorry what were you saying majesty? I got pulled away to have my picture taken because I’m going to win.”

Regis sneered and turned around to walk away. Clarus couldn’t help but snicker at the sight. Regis was a sore loser so a part of him hoped Cor wouldn’t win, but he probably would. The marshal, though not a youthful twenty-year-old anymore, could hold his own in the looks department. He was only in his forties now but still trained just as hard. His well-defined six-pack was evidence of that. Clarus suspected that most of the girls wandering over were trying to get a better look at what he’d been hiding under his guard uniform.

Cor for once didn’t mind the attention and even smiled for a few shots. It was nice to see his friend out of his element for once. “Have you seen his highness?” Clarus asked, figuring Noct would have at least had to help Cor get ready. Otherwise, the man wouldn’t have known how to wear the costume.

“Yeah, he’s coming soon, he was getting picky about his nails.”

“What?”

“You’ll see, he’ll match grumpy pants over there,” Cor announced with a chuckle. “Regis thinks sporting little tiny fake fangs makes him a good vampire. He’s so wrong.”

“Oh dear,” Clarus could only guess what Noct had conjured up. Ignis would have been key in gathering his needed elements, but the idea was most likely the princes. “What are the others dressing up as?”

Cor barked out a laugh, “I only saw Ignis and Prompto but it appeared they were wearing matching black suits.”

“That’s it?”

“Almost, if you don’t count the wolf tail they both had clipped to their belts and the wolf ear headbands.”

“I’m so confused,” he sighed. However, right as he was about to ask for more details a sudden hush overtook the room. Looking up he noticed what had caused the reaction. Ignis, Prompto, and his son were stalking over towards them. They all matched and looked quite formidable. However, Noct seemed to be missing. The black suits had matching black shirts and ties to go with. One might take them all for security guards aside from the addition of the animal ears atop their heads. One thing Cor hadn’t mentioned was their eye color. Each had donned a pair of contacts that made their eyes look golden and cat-like.

As they neared, Clarus realized there was a fourth pair of legs hiding behind Ignis. This must be the prince. Waiting patiently as the group finally came to a rest in front of them, Clarus was treated to the reveal. A pale hand with amusingly long pointy black nails slowly crept out from behind Ignis arm. It reached out and pointed straight at him. Then in a move that had Clarus snorting with laughter, Noct curled his fingers and beckoned him closer.

“You’re nuts if you think I’m letting you near me with those daggers,” he laughed.

Noct merely shook his finger and carefully leaned to the side to show his face. The prince’s hair was slicked back and someone had drawn in an exaggerated widow’s peak.

“I see you’re taking your role far more seriously than your father.”

“I shall win,” was all Noct uttered before he hissed and retreated behind his bodyguards again.

With a quick bow, Ignis led the way back out into the party. The advisor was playing his part very well and looked like he’d snap a person in two if they even tried to talk to the prince. Prompto was fighting to hide a smile as they turned to leave. Gladio offered Clarus and eyebrow waggle and a wink before he left. They were having fun it seemed.

“So forgive me for being a little behind on my fantasy lore, why are they all wearing animal ears and tails?” Clarus asked kindly.

“He’s a vampire and he needs his werewolf pack to protect him.”

“Ah, I see. Noct basically thought up the perfect costume, ensuring he doesn’t have to talk with anyone.”

“Pretty much, he’s clever in that way, unlike his old man!” Cor teased as Regis joined them again.

Ignoring Cor’s comment, Regis stared at Noct’s retreating party and tilted his head, “Was that my son?”

“Yep you missed the reveal; he’s a vampire with a coven of werewolves.”

Regis simply smiled and straightened his shoulders slightly, “He takes after me in so many ways.”

Cor groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, “You wish, look it I’m gonna go mingle and get some more votes in my favor. I’m winning this contest tonight, be ready to pay up.”

Regis tried to whack Cor in the shin with his cane, but the marshal was quicker and leaped out of the way. He laughed and casually wandered away, complete with a smug look of satisfaction.

“He’s such a brat sometimes,” Regis huffed.

“He’s only five years younger than you.”

“Shut it; let’s go see if we can convince the judges to ban him or something.”

Cor did not get banned.

Clarus had the joy of watching his friend claim a very special award, the citadels’ sexiest costume. Apparently, the panel of judges was also distracted by Cor’s exposed right side and six-pack. The few other contestants in that category didn’t stand a chance. No manner of makeup could fake muscles or a square jawline.

Regis didn’t have to pout for long though when his son won the night's overall best costume design. The king was proud of his son and his friends. They’d banded together to create a memorable look. Noct stayed in character when he accepted his award and tried to bite one of the presenters. Gladio sprang into action and held him back. The room erupted in laughter and cheers.

Suddenly thankful they could all enjoy moments like this together; Clarus smiled and looked over to his friend and King. Regis must have had a similar reaction as he returned a warm smile of his own and a small nod.

The rest of the night was a blur; Cor had come playfully demanding his money. Regis denied him, but Clarus knew he’d pay up in the morning. His liege kept trying to accuse Cor of cheating since he was only wearing half a costume. The marshal would then wiggle his award in front of Regis’ face as a rebuttal.

The music soon turned up loud enough that they couldn’t talk anymore. Opting to retreat to the far corner of the room the three friends sat and relaxed. They spend the remainder of the evening commenting on the costumes and the terrible music.

The End.

AO3 link is posted in the comments.

#ffxv #fanfic #cor leonis #the immortal #the marshal

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Hel and Fang are both polearm fighters. Why not have some sparring with a bet riding on it? A lil fun a lil flirty mostly getting a good sweat going. Get up close and personal trying to take your opponent down and get your way.

One more day until Vanille has to go out and find her new purpose. Time to spend it doing everything they can together until she has to go. Hel not wanting tears, but a happy memory to bookend Vanille’s time with her.

Hel doesn’t know shit about men and here comes Snow crashing in on the squad and giving her a crash course on the human male. Odd friendship ensues once they learn to get along with each other.

The chocobros gain something of a guardian angel, a false friend and ally who merely ensures parts are played and that Noctis is poised to do what her lover requires of him. During all of the subterfuge, two devoted servants to a royal start to bond.

‘I’m being held hostage by this small child and I don’t even mind please introduce me to Chocolina because I hear she is the best thing in the world next to you’ ; or, how Dajh is really good at this friend making thing.

Gladio got his ass beat by the divine once and is not over it, why won’t you face me in battle again you coward? And quoth the Messenger, boy, you would literally die if I came at you again.

Hel has been a part of Aerith’s life, never constant but coming and going as she can. She knew a daughter imprisoned, a girl in a church, and only at the end does Aerith come to realize what was truly hanging over her head -- and how it pains higher powers.

Everyone is on high alert that someone broke into a base and stole Ardyn’s car because it cannot be located. Hel rolls up two hours later in custody with smoothies and a lot of explaining to do because she just wanted to drive the car you monsters.

Cloud and Hel are both traveling worlds looking for people who are important to them in some ways. Hel could use his strength if he could use her connections as they move between KH worlds seeking the lost.

Axel and Saix are itching for a throne to throw as Hel struggles to run her own games behind the scenes. They soon become players in a cat and mouse scenario to obscure their exact motivations while forced to play along with Xehanort’s own ideas.

Hel becomes very intrigued by Barrett’s goals and ultimate success. What do you even do with weird goth chicks that know too much and are a little too happy to see you? What does she mean by she has a message from a friend?

She promises Zack will live on, but he’s not too pleased with the reality of that statement back on Earth. If Aerith is bad about bartering to go back I just imagine Zack is that but on crack. And now Hel is Suffering.

Hel becomes a north star to Xemnas across whatever time he finds himself in, always ready to welcome him back, always ready to listen. So what happens in a time when she cannot be found?

Even gets ‘adopted’ because Hel is just in love with him and his brain. Featuring Even actually having to answer to someone older than him and them talking lore and science for hours as their schedules allow.

Get your contract buddy ATW doesn’t deserve you and I’m taking all of you back to my realm where y’all will get some RESPECT. Yes, Aeleus, you are included in this staff breakout. No she won’t explain herself.

What better way to protect the future than gaining some divine backup? Hel would be happy to help Hope with his goals if she can stop asking who let a child run an organization on his own. No ma’am he is in fact an adult--

‘I don’t know if I kidnapped your moogle or if your moogle kidnapped me but apparently you needed something and I’m sorry for distracting the creature, how can I possibly make it up to you Serah?’

Rude is supposed to be keeping tabs on some kind of creature sighted in certain regions. Hel is less than thrilled with the surveillance, and starts playing games with Rude that leave him questioning if he has been compromised or not.

A Queen of Darkness and a Princess of Light come together in a sort of mentor-student arrangement where Hel can help Kairi grow stronger if Kairi will help get her up to speed on what the fuck the plot outside of the Organization even is to her.

Two immortals spot each other from across the castle despite the bodies they wear, recognize each other’s hearts, and start to roast the shit out of each other: A Hel and Xigbar story.

Local Guado Wants To Crack The Code Of How Lulu ‘Does That’ With Her Puppets, Starts Staying Almost Up Her Ass, Romance Ensues as They Discuss The Journey, Craft, and General Gayness.

A young Guado smells something Hinky on a not so local Guardian. No, Jecht, she will not be so easily put aside. She has the good booze and she will get answers, even if they are all fake.

Hel reunites with a Guardian she met in passing some years ago, and He Reeks of the Farplane. Not that it’s her place to judge. She’s just as curious as ever and willing to listen if he ever wants to talk about what he is.

Two outsiders to the Human majority of Spira band together and will not be separated. Hel is willing to share her spiritualism with Rikku if she will repay in kind with talk of Machina and her native tongue.

Hel actually hearing Dona out and seeing past her antagonism to the fact she’s still willing to undertake a Pilgrimage to try and save the world. Someone actually treats Dona politely. That means the world to me.

SHIPPING! (not necessarily our muses shipping together just shipping as a component of our muses interacting)

Hel discovers that Fang’s breaking point is softness and non-sexual PDA in public. So she continues to press this killswitch for her own amusement on a date night, letting Fang be both loved and mortified the entire evening.

Hel and Vanille get a pet, and then run through conversations they can have to convince Fang this is clearly the best idea ever and not trouble waiting to happen. Just a small domestic fluff about adding to their little family.

When your wives are very important and busy so you get to stay in all night and brag about how much you love them to another work widow(er), or how Snow and Hel don’t worry and just accept they are bonded to actual goddesses.

Hel tries to discern the exact relationship dynamics of the Chocobros and is chided for having ‘shipping goggles’ on. So she goes to Ignis to clear up any confusion. Shenanigans ensue as she either holds the crew dead to rights or is hilariously off the mark.

‘What does ‘If I Had To Pick a Dude’ even mean?’ ‘That you are overthinking a party game and making it weirder than it has to be.’ Or, did she actually mean anything by that or was Sazh just the most tolerable man present?

‘STOP LOOKING AT MY BONER WHEN WE FIGHT’ Or, does Gladio actually mean anything by that or is getting the blood pumping simply messing with his body in ways he cannot control?

Hel calls it Aerith’s Girlhood, a place set aside, a bed in a field of flowers, a sky sheltering and painted with false stars. She makes it soft for her. This is the way of courtship, isn’t it? I read a lot of Gluck and I need a ‘Myth of Devotion’ plot for them.

For ten years, she is the Night’s Queen, though he will not call her that. She is a consort, wearing the crown of an ancient queen, wandering broken hallways, watching him slowly come undone. And she loves him still. Ten years is nothing next to two thousand.

‘So what does Aerith mean to you?’ ‘A lot.’ ‘Oh. What does Zack mean to you?’ And she understands perfectly what his exhaustion with questions means. Road trips and the inevitable embarrassing romantic questions.

Axel and Hel both understanding what it is to watch the one you love battle with themselves, to become a stranger at their cruelest. Share a smoke. Waste the night playing ‘Yes, But’ with someone that understands.

Barrett’s very handsome, and she is very lonely, and she thinks he is a wonderful person. Does he have any plans, now that the Apocalypse is over? Or, she keeps getting weirder and keeps haunting his door.

‘So, you and Aerith, is that going to make things awkward?’ Hel thought she was tired before she started a relationship with both her Persephone and her Knight. Hel is, of course, entitled to be wrong. And exhausted. So very exhausted.

Hel presents Xemnas with an offering that must mean something to him, in what he knows of the old man’s life. She will have him always, if permitted. The question is, will he agree to sharing the Paopu to seal the deal?

��Isn’t it slightly unethical to date your boss?’ Even is a grown man but Hel cannot help but tease his long term ‘thing’ with aforementioned Boss. But it’s also nice to hear of another side of the Sage King.

‘I will give you many munnies if you will escort me to this fancy dinner because your partner in crime is already spoken for. No, Aeleus, I did not say as my body guard. I said as my escort.’

‘You know, people really like that vulnerable, sensitive thing you have going on.’ ‘This is the last conversation I ever want to be having.’ Or words to that effect. Hel ribs The Baby for being a bit of A Babe when grown.

Please explain to Hel how your relationship works because she is fascinated by the fact someone looks at Snow and said yes, this is where I have chosen to lay my affections for life.

Surveillance Creeper happens to crash an anniversary dinner Rude arranged by sitting a few tables away, observing but never interfering, apparently minding her own business but she’s just THERE SHE’S RIGHT THERE.

Mombie talks to baby about relationships and girls and boys and just has a nice heart to heart about it all. Based on that one Kairi-As-Ansem’s-Daughter idea that I’m still so pumped about.

.Hel and Xigbar make a bet about the relationship status of two of the Foretellers. Both try to doctor the narrative to suit their own take on the pair, obscuring fact, fiction, history, and near fanfiction.

The morning after a ‘There Is Only One Bed’ trope, and how both actually feel comfortable and at ease after so long alone. Can be before relationship or their first night alone together in the same bed, but consider it, won’t you?

Hel has a discussion with someone that Summoners getting involved with their Guardians is completely natural. She talks like she has experience. Well, yeah, not personal experience but -- and someone’s brain breaks at what she is implying.

Hel feels sad about Auron being the only one left, having lost two people he loved. Two people who have lost a lot in different contexts just have a comforting moment together to not be alone. Not romo but more based on lost romo.

‘So tell me about this Paine I’ve heard so much about :))))’ or, Rikku comes to realize she has been adopted and her Guado Mom wants to meet the GF. Chaos can completely ensue coming off of this.

Dona’s pretty and Hel is gay, that’s all I got. Literally anything could happen up to and including Hel making a complete ass of herself trying to either avoid Dona or interact with her without throwing off pheromones.

AUS!

Hel is some kind of figure in the spotlight -- a socialite, a performer, someone of note. Fang is her bodyguard here to keep her safe. No one would ever guess at what happens behind closed doors, the tension that runs between the two of them in spite of contracts and official relationships.

Breakfast club college AU. Just a couple of girls trying to get their shit together and honest to God looking like a modern take on the eponymous movie. They love each other and are here to do kegstands.

Hel is snow’s weirdo neighbor in their apartment complex but damn if he doesn’t know ho to bring the community together. Sometimes in the worst ways, but hey, anything to kick goth chick out of her shell.

Ignis and Hel are rival spies. They play long games and pursue the same leads, each trying to end the stalemate between their respective countries. Both are also far closer to the ruling class than they allow the other to believe.

Hel is just a simple pediatrician. Dajh is a very adventurous boy with a very invested father. At this point Sazh is on her Yule card list, and the two strike up a sort of friendship after hours.

Gym bro/personal trainer Gladio gets a knew client that is too tiny too delicate for this world. That is exactly what she is here to work on. Time to get swole little chronically ill stick woman.

Local witch swears that Aerith’s is the best place to get ritual plants and flowers despite ribbing claiming that she has a crush on the owner, but that crush theory really starts to hold water when the plant Hel really really really needs once is a... succulent.

Ardyn’s the beautiful but chronically ill next best thing in art, fashion, or film. Hel is his nurse and constant companion, the only one that gets to see the man behind the glamour when he is at his worst. Romance ensues.

There’s only one thing above an Angel, and she has come to offer herself to Cloud in his world-saving pursuits. If a covenant can be forged, then who knows what he will become, but at least this ghost will be real.

Yeah it’s awkward for our partners that we moved in next door to each other, but that’s really Isa and Xemnas’ baggage. I, on the other hand, like you and want to be friends. Or, Lea and Hel are goblins.

Hel as the relative to one of ShinRa’s high rollers, selling out her uncle’s secrets and business dealings to AVALANCHE without a second’s hesitation. She’s the inside woman, and one of Barrett’s biggest supporters, even if only in silence.

The feather that fell on the Colosseum did not belong to a certain Angel. What happens when Hel interferes in the life of one mortal who wants only to be a hero, one willing to work hard to get there?

Xemnas is the new literary hotness trying his hand at a play. Hel is the actress that fought tooth and nail for the lead roll. Problem: She has more chemistry with the creator than her fellow lead.

Hel is what was dragged into the lab twelve years ago. For freedom from this castle, she can whisper eldritch knowledge in Even’s ear, slippery as poison. What, precisely, have they pulled from the Darkness, and what threat does she present?

Similar to the above, but Hel knows not how to reason with this guard. He is meant to protect, to defend. All she can do is study him with those cold, sad eyes, try to stir his heart while he still has it.

We Are All Just God’s Abandoned Children. That’s one way to welcome a young foster kid to the house, but Hel is going to look out for this younger kid Hope anyway. Found family ensues.

Mog the Dog is in love with Garmr the Dog. We have to stop meeting like this. People will talk. They’re on texting terms just to say ‘Your dog’s here, he’s fine. Either he’ll find his way home or you can come get him whenever.’

Why would ShinRa have her trailed by the TURKS if they didn’t suspect her of her involvement with AVALANCHE? Tiem for Hel to pull out all the stops to try and throw Rude off her scent.

Reuniting with your family is hard. Harder when you have no memory of said family and Dad has a new love interest. Despite all of that, Hel comes to dote on Kairi, giving them a chance to bond and Kairi get a mom.

A Hel and Xigbar idea: Politician’s daughter and Assassin. MB he’s assigned to keep an eye on her when shit gets real in some of her father’s business dealings. Whether he’s for or against her family would be fun to plot.

Local Goth Summons The Goddess of the Dead, Intentionally or Otherwise ; Death Thinks She’s Kind of Cute. Lulu gains a patron and Hel gains a crush. Everyone goes home happy.

Hel’s the nerdy shy kid in gym class and Jecht is the zealous coach that she despises. Except then she needs an athletic extracurricular to round out her college application. Teeth clenched teamwork for personal and team success.

High fantasy AU where Auron is the black knight who presses on, with a rider all in black hounding his every step. She appears every night to share his company, a little wine, and remind him of their bargain. She’s not reaped him yet, but once his business on earth is settled... He will return to her embrace.

Hel finds a new community once kicked out of Guado society. Or, in which Hel follows after the Al-Bhed and becomes a part of Rikku’s life from a young age, thus securing Momability.

Hel becomes one of Dona’s guardians along the way, and the two fight viciously over who gets to use the brain cell while being harmonious in most other aspects of traveling together. Romance may or may not ensue.

Other muses!

Eraqus: Please stop wrecking shit this is getting out of hand-- Fang: FcuK YUO-- And then they gotta fight and cause further property damage.

I don’t know whose verse we base it in but I need Vanille and Gwynevere to team up, maximize slay, and generally be absolute icons with soft spots for their legendary badass partners.

Kokoro and Snow interacting would be amazing and you know it. I don’t know who would crack first. Kokoro’s realism or Snow’s optimism.

Aqua, Ignis, and discussing how you have to be the strong one holding up the ones you love, no matter the cost. I feel like we could really break our hearts with this one.

Eraqus and Sazh could get frustrated at the kids for having gone a little nuts while they were out on a date, but y’know what? They’re in a good mood. Just cuddle and let the kids sleep and deal with it in the morning.

Eraqus, formerly of the Kingsguard before he got too old to serve, and the esteem of one young Amacitia mb. That or Gladio befriends Eraqus just to piss Kokoro off if we wanna play it that way.

Kokoro being uselessly gay for Aerith FOR TEN YEARS in Traverse Town and having no brain cells to actually convey that to her, then they meet again in Radiant Garden and well fuck she’s still crushing hard.

Every night, the Kingsguard’s daughter storms the city, makes her way towards the Citadel, and means to slay the Dragon. He has not killed her yet. Ardyn and Kokoro have a particular dance, and they cannot say why.

Aerith and Cloud getting soft comrade moments because they have both been through so much please. Please let them catch one break and get to act their actual ages and have a moment for life before it’s all gone for one of them.

Aria and Axel would be fantastic because they’re both a very controlled flame, they both just sort of are casually dangerous. I just want to play them off of each other and see if they end up allies or rivals.

Eraqus and Barrett working together in the field in our FF7 AU. Looking out for each other. Timing their attacks perfectly for the opportunity to fuck ShinRa up as much as possible.

Eraqus has to deal with this kid that is infatuated with his student. Does that kid have a boombox. What the fuck. This shit keeps happening.

Roleswap Xemkoro. Eraqus having become too zealous and thrown off the balance of light and darkness, seeking Kingdom Hearts to wash the world in light and begin again. Xemnas as the echo of an old friend who will see this ended before it goes that far. Kokoro the dutiful daughter who runs things in her father’s absence, who is drawn to this familiar stranger even as they oppose one another at every turn.

Even’s adopting Kokoro. Your father forbid you from pursuing certain knowledge? Terrible, he doesn’t deserve to be a father. I am your father now. We’re going to the opera. You have so much to learn. Meet your brother Ienzo.

We don’t know why Mads has imprinted on this guard in particular, she just has and she will not leave him alone.

I just want Aerith and hope to interact and her to try and cheer him up please. please.

Just throw Serah at anyone via time travel and all of that I can just imagine her falling into anyone’s life tbh. Try and dance around who you are and where in the hell you came from.

Aria is a TURK in training and guess who she gets to shadow for a day? Teach Her Rude!

Aqua and Kairi need to bond! Aqua and Kairi need to have a mentor-student dynamic! They need to catch up! They need to be friends! I will not be silenced!

Eraqus as a descendant of Brain, who fought to oppose MoM and Luxu, meeting with Luxu in some body before Braig. Can you even imagine the tension and sins of the father in that room? Sweet Jesus.

Braska mb interacting with Lulu once or twice because he wants to know about the other children his daughter is so fond of, the ones who... will be there for her, when he is not. Let’s all have a cry about it.

Long Dad Talk ‘Come To Yevon’ meetings between Braska and Jecht where Braska offers no judgment, only support for Jecht to get better. BC growth is important. And so is being a good dad, Braska knows.

Auron’s Bi Awakening for this church pretty boy.

Flower girl meets machine girl. IDK how. Aerith and Rikku rights.

Kokoro and Dona are implicitly to the public confirmed behind closed doors sapphic summoners. cuteness ensues.

Other Muse AUs!

I still want the Xemkoro Penny Dreadful AU. Our haunted and hell-touched protagonist with the werefox lady lead far from home. With Kokoro still trying to figure out how the hell Satan thought appearing as ATW was going to make Xem drop his pants. And then gets baffled that it worked.

Younger Eraqus ends up in Radiant Gardens and runs into Even. Has to play it cool about not being from this world. This world he knows nothing about. Even smells a rat.

Ok hear me out AU where ATW cannot and does not return. Mads goes from heiress apparent to a girl-queen to a world she cannot remember. Kokoro stays on as her regent, arguing that though she is an outsider, she is a blue blood, a noble, the descendant of royalty in her own homeland. But both she and the young queen will need a defender. And for that, she turns to a certain guard...

The Xemrith Hades and Persephone AU. Let’s do it. Let’s go all out. I wanna see it come to fruition.

Also, Xemqua Deathless AU. A deathless king spirits away a clever young fairytale maiden, and all the tears and horror that comes with such a story.

Braska is not the one to defeat Sin. He and his party have to go home and face themselves and figure out ‘What Now?’ as we go fully AU.

Single Dad muses in a modern AU forming a friend group. They all hang out once or twice a month and do fun things together. It’s great. It’s soothing. Nobody goes it alone.

Aerith and Zack getting a happily ever after??? In an AU???

Modern AU Braska, Jecht, and Auron navigating a relationship like the Fooles they are. Braska’s a simple youth pastor with a lot of love to give and incalculable migraines from his babes.

Mads and Rikku as friends burning the whole ass world to the ground. Because come on. Come on.

Anything with my Eraqus and your Aqua please I am dying here. I need some good family interactions.

Kokoro and Fang as sparring partners in some form or fashion. I need to see my queens just battle for dominance. I am very gay please have mercy.

KH AU Gwynevere as a pinnacle of a land of light having to come face to face with Xemnas and all the darkness that follows him.

Kokoro continues to bully Gladio no matter the verse. Because we know she does. Gladio has no rights.

AU where Kairi and Mads are like roommates or neighbors or online pals and get to be sunshine girls and nobody is hurt and no one has any loss of worlds to forget.

Aria as an AVALANCHE agent who infiltrated the TURKs and all that implies for your muses. Good for any of the rebels or even for Rude as far as plotting goes.

A whole ass pantheon AU. Get all our muses in it. Go absolutely balls to the wall nuts.

Mads playing matchmaker to Kokoro and Xemnas in some modern verse. Maybe playing Cyrano and leaving them little clues and letters allegedly from each other.

Sami we are simple gays. And we need DnD AUs. And we can divide our muses into parties and just have at it in some setting. Pwease.

Braska being a supportive dad to pop star Yuna and Rikku is along for the ride and so now he has a whole other kid to be taking care of.

AUs where ships were just a moment off of canon. Where someone walked away, where they just missed each other, where love did not conquer, where love did not last, where someone died, where someone lived, just. The what if of a life without each other.

Fuck me sideways can you imagine Braska Auron and Jecht in a college AU because I don’t think Jecht’s liver will survive.

Kokoro actually embraces her adolescent feelings for a childhood friend and pursues Aqua, only for RP canon to still happen as outlined.

Kokoro mainverse where she is a high born lady of Scala and Aqua arrives to explain what has been going down in the last twelve years and ‘oh no I’m gay.’

And, of course, that one Xemkoro idea we have involving the story never truly ending ;)

And because I still owe you two, here are two generals:

A time traveler’s wife au, any ship u want bb.

Family stuff. Found families, adoption, siblings, parent and child, ship babies, the pet is basically our kid, we have each other and that makes our family, anything I just need some familial relationships to water my crops.

#plottingmeme;#destinysthralls #ask #I GAVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR BECAUSE I CARE.

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Terminal State

Summary: She tried leaving, submerging herself in work to escape the horrors she had seen. The horrors she kept seeing. She never wanted to go back to that life. But when the Empire takes her home, she’s forced to face her past. Can she move on? Can she cope? Or will she require a bit of help? still bad at summaries, still working on it. ever so slightly more than slight AU gadioxoc

Talia’s Widow

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Athenacia had managed to get some sort of sleep during the night before shaking awake at one of her usual nightmares, happy that she hadn't disturbed Iris in the process. Carefully, she rolled over and had a look at the window. The sun was just starting to peek up over the horizon. Perfect, the world was asleep. The girl got out of bed quietly and walked into the bathroom with her bag, shutting the door behind her before turning on the light. Wincing at the sudden brightness, she was able to adjust quickly and placed her bag gently on the ground, noting her dirty clothes still on the floor. Running a hand through her hair, she released a sigh and then stood in front of the mirror to observe her wounds.

Nothing had changed since yesterday and she couldn't do a full heal until she was far away from the others, however, she could at least help things along until then. Athenacia brought her left hand to her swollen eye and let the golden lights flow about it. She didn't take down the swelling too much, not wanting to arouse suspicion, and did the same for her other contusions and lacerations. Despite there being no notable difference, she felt a lot better, pain medication doing wonders. Quickly she pulled out clothes for the journey, black tights with a tiny pink skull on the bottom of them and a thin purple long-sleeved shirt to hide most of her wounds. There would be no way for her to hide the puncture in her left forefinger without full-on gloves but people would be staring more at her face than her hands. Not for long anyway. Fussing with her hair, she pulled it back into that braid over her shoulder to hide that ugly scar. It exposed her face a little more but with the beating she took she was a little unrecognizable. Unfortunately she would have to waste time grabbing supplies before she took off.

Satisfied, she threw out the old bloodied shorts she was wearing yesterday and hung up Noctis's shirt for the sake of it being found and returned, guilty that it couldn't be cleaned first. Athenacia packed up all of her things, turning off the light and carefully opened the door. Those sensitive ears listened intently and heard the soft and even breaths of Iris still sound asleep. Carefully, she padded toward the rest of her things, putting on her boots that only reminded her she needed new ones and slowly zipped them up. The gladius was strapped to her back, coming over her left shoulder instead of the right so as not to agitate her stitches on her scapula. Then, she put on her med bag, leaving that over one shoulder as well. Sighing, she took a final look around the room, making sure she had everything. Athenacia walked toward Iris's bed and placed a ball of grey and black fabric on the night table beside her, feeling terrible but it had to be this way, she could not risk anyone's life.

Athenacia walked toward the exit, opening the door slowly without making a sound before through it, looking up and down the hall and noting it was clear. She held the door as it automatically closed, heart in her throat at the soft click that echoed loudly in her ears. The doctor lingered only a moment before walking on noiseless feet to the stairs that would lead down to the first floor and out into the city. As she passed the door that Gladiolus and the others were staying in, she hesitated, feeling guilt eat away at her. The girl really didn't want to leave him just yet but he had a duty to the Prince and she wasn't going to be a burden on him. Heart heavy, she slowly continued to the stairs.

"Going somewhere?"

The physician nearly jumped out of her skin just as she reached the top of the stairs, whipping around immediately to confirm who had spoken to her. She was met with Ignis standing just outside of the door, arms crossed and a brow raised. He looked ready for the day despite it being so early in the morning and she heard the door close with a soft click much like the one she had sounded on her own door.

"Don't do that!" she hitched her breath.

"Apologies."

"It's fine, I'm just a little jumpy."

"Understandable given what you've been through. You have failed to answer my question."

"I was just going to get some new shoes, these ones are bloody and broken," she lied quickly.

He looked unconvinced, "You seem overdressed for a short shopping trip."

"What do you mean?"

"I see no reason your weapon must accompany you."

"Well, last time I was here wasn't exactly a positive experience."

"Fair point. In that case, I shall escort you."

"That's not necessary," she began her protest.

"I insist. As you said, your last excursion to the city was a trying time. You're feeling a little unsafe and I'm happy to offer my services."

Shit. There was no way she could refuse. The girl could only nod helplessly at him, having no choice but to accept his offer. This was not what she wanted at all.

"Splendid. Then there's no need to overburden yourself with your extra belongings."

"No, I guess there wouldn't be..."

Athenacia forced a smile and began walking back to the room she was sharing with Iris, using her key to open it slowly and was not surprised that Ignis stepped in the doorway behind her. The young girl was still sleeping so Athenacia was careful about putting her clothes bag back in its former position, placing her med bag on top of it and then carefully unhooked her weapon from her back. Frowning, she laid it gently flat on the floor underneath the bed and pulled the bed skirt over it. So close, she was so close! Guess it would have to wait until tonight. Internally sighing, she turned back to Ignis and stepped through the door he held open for her.

The two of them made it down the stairs side by side without saying anything and out into the quiet streets of Lestallum. The city was still asleep, only the night dwellers heading toward their den to await the sight of the stars once more. Athenacia actually preferred it this way, knowing that her face was still a mess. Despite this being her shopping trip, Ignis had led them to the food vendors. Figures he would try to force food on her. Truth be told, she still wasn't hungry but at least now she knew it was the pain medication she was taking. Ignis pulled out her chair and she smiled slightly as she sat down. He ordered himself an Ebony while she only drank water, and he took the liberty of ordering her some breakfast to which she just kept her gaze on her hands. The sun was rising higher and with it, her window to disappear. Even though she had resolved to leave tonight she was still hoping to make it out before anyone else had woken up.

"You're looking well, compared to yesterday," said Ignis lightly.

"Thanks, I heal fast," she replied.

They were silent again as their meals were placed in front of them. Athenacia poked at her egg with a fork and took one bite. Immediately she blanched, definitely not into eating right now. Instead she stuck to the bread, which was a bit easier on her nausea.

"I do hope you change your mind," said Ignis suddenly.

"What?" she looked at him confused.

"Do not play coy, Dr. Virum, we are both far too intelligent for that. You know leaving is not the best course of action."

"I wasn't-"

"Athenacia please," he gave her a stern look, "I saw the plan in your eyes the very second you were ordered to remain with us."

The physician sighed in defeat, looking down at her hands again. That overbearing guilt that she had been trying to repress since she was ordered by Cor to go with them to Caem burst within her and she was unable to face him, ashamed that she was caught in the first place.

"I have to leave," she said finally.

"I'm inclined to disagree," he replied with his calm and even friendly voice.

"You can disagree all you want, it has to be this way."

"The Marshal gave you a strict order. Do you truly mean to disobey it?"

She looked up at him with a frown, "I'm not a Glaive anymore. Cor can't command me to do anything."

"That set aside he has been a touch out of sorts with you in the wind."

"He'll survive."

"And Gladio?"

Athenacia looked away again. The guilt just kept eating away at her. Ignis was smooth, she had to give him that. He saw everything, even when it seemed he wasn't even looking - sneaky about it too because he knew what she was going to do before she even thought of it. Obviously she was going to have to be careful about this. Still, there was no harm in telling him some of the truth.

"He's part of the reason I need to go. I can't be around any of you," she replied in a low voice.

"Elaborate."

"You saw what happened to that base. They'll be looking for me, a huge target painted on my back. I can't put you all at risk."

Ignis only smiled, "Dr. Virum, we've been at risk the second we stepped out of the Crown City. Noctis is a fugitive, already hunted by the Empire. They would show up whether you were to remain or not."

"Yet another reason I should go, two of their targets aren't in one place. You're a strategist, you should know this already."

"Indeed, but I also know strength in numbers. You're in no condition to be wandering about the wilderness on your own."

"I'm a doctor, I'll be fine."

"Perhaps and I am not doubting your abilities. Consider also that the people here that have come to care for you, myself included, require your presence and peace of mind concerning your health a lot more than you think they do."

"Athenacia," she heard the King call to her. Curious, she turned to him, "Take care. The world needs you more than you think it does. The people who have come to care for you, need you more than you think they do," he offered her a small smile.

Teas welled within her eyes as the words rang in her head. They were the last ones spoken to her by King Regis before that fateful day. Ignis was right, the Prince and everyone else were already being hunted by the Empire. Cor already knew this and wanted her somewhere safe. After all, she had caused him enough grief as it was. The man had even burst into an Imperial base just to save her, had come back for her after her terrible ordeal and kept her alive and running to this point. The more she thought about him the more she felt bad about going rogue and doing her own thing. There was also Gladiolus to consider. Had Ignis not caught her just now, she would have been a long way gone and it would have been a slap in all their faces. Athenacia owed them more than this piss poor behaviour. They had risked their lives to come and save her as well and this was not the way to repay someone for doing that. This man before her was right, there was no reason to run. Ignis was clever, he read her like a book, playing on all her fears and weaknesses and then crumbling them until she had no choice but to comply with his wishes. So much for all of her past training, she was slacking.

"Okay," she said finally.

"Yes?" he inquired.

"I won't leave until we're ready to go to Caem."

He smiled, "That is by far the most intelligent decision you've made in a while."

"Don't gloat, okay, it's unbecoming," she held her hand up, but still returning his smile.

The rest of their shopping trip consisted of the young doctor procuring things that she would need for yet another transformation. Ignis understood her need to change her appearance and offered her a better solution than the last time. Her last stop was buying some new shoes since the boots she wore had a massive drill hole in them and were still covered with her blood. Although it was cleaned up on the outside, she could still feel the sticky dried liquid on the inside through her tights. In the end she settled on two sets of boots just in case something happened to the other pair. Ignis took the bill of her excursion with violent protests on her end.

"I do hope you enjoyed your time on the outside," said Ignis as they came back to the hotel.

"You're going to keep me bedridden aren't you?" she raised a brow.

"Indeed. Until at least your appetite returns."

"I'm sure you'll find another excuse after that. I have issues sitting still, consider that while trying to keep me in bed and recovering."

"I shan't waste time conjuring a solution to your problem."

The physician returned to her hotel room to find that Iris was stirring. Ignis remained in his own room, appearing a lot more relaxed knowing that she wouldn't be running away from them. Athenacia would stay true to her word and travel with them to Caem, but only after she recovered from her injuries. It would be a slow process, however, she could use some of her magic to speed things along at least once a day. Ignis would notice it was going a little quicker than normal but she could wave that off to proper treatment and entice his ego a little. While was sure that he would see right through that, he would at least have no other option to pursue.

Athenacia took one of her shopping bags into the bathroom with her, closing the door behind her. Sighing, she pulled out the braid in her hair, having no trouble with the silky locks and let it fan out. It was already in a soft wave, which she wasn't overly unhappy with. The shirt was next, tossing it aside before she mixed up her bottles of dye. Once they were ready she applied them, keeping her hair away from the lacerations on her scapula and cheek. That was a mess she did not want to deal with should an accident happen. The doctor repeated the process the first time, covering her hair with a plastic bag and leaving the room. Iris was there on her bed, nose in her phone. The young Amicitia looked up at the doctor with a smile despite her appearance while Athenacia walked toward her bed and grabbed her bottle of water. More in the nature of something to do, she took her medication for pain and then another long drink. Iris didn't say anything, could smell the dye and knew what was happening.

"You look a little better," she said politely.

"I feel quite a bit better," Athenacia smiled.

"What colour this time?" Iris sat up in her bed.

"You'll see."

Iris only nodded and placed her phone down on the bedside table. Then, she frowned at the black and grey striped ball that wasn't there before she had gone to bed. The teen picked it up carefully and untangled it. What she was left with was a pair of fingerless gloves. Carefully, she slipped them onto her small wrists and then looked at the doctor expectantly. Athenacia smiled as she saw them finally back in use after holding onto them.

"They look good on you," said Athenacia.

"Thanks. Aren't they yours though?" asked Iris.

"Yeah. I got them when I was about your age. At first, it was to hide my bloody knuckles from my training with Cor but they grew on me, sort like a trademark. After I was done using them to hide I would use them to fight when I wasn't using a weapon."

"They're so clean though."

Athenacia laughed, "I haven't fought in years. They aren't much but they have sentimental value. I want you to have them."

Iris looked shocked to hear that, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's about time they found a different home."

The young girl smiled, "Thank you!"

Athenacia nodded at her. The two of them didn't speak while she waited for her hair to finish. Once the clock had finally clicked over, she returned to the bathroom to take out the bag and rinse her hair. Once all the colour had washed away off of her scalp she wrung out her hair, towel drying it and got a good look at herself. The girl smiled, giving another point to Mr. Scientia. That man sure knew his stuff, even if it was something as unlikely as hair dye.

Athenacia took scissors and began to cut where necessary, careful to keep all the bits of hair from spreading all over and only getting into the trash can. When she was finished her grooming she pulled out the blow drier and began to run that all along her head. Finally, after what seemed like hours her hair was falling softly against her skin. It was a deep red, making her look far less pale than the black did. It wasn't nearly as long either, the longest layer stopping at her elbows. She cut herself blunt bangs as well, reaching from her forehead all the way down to her eyebrows. It actually brought some attention away from that swollen eye she had and she was thankful for that. Given that she only had one good eye she would have to examine herself once she could see out of both of them in order to make sure she hadn't cut anything crooked. After all of that extra work today she felt exhausted. Pain medication or not, she was overexerting herself after the abuse she sustained. Maybe being bedridden wasn't such a bad idea after all. Athenacia cleaned up her mess and exited the bathroom, intent on sitting in her bed and not moving the rest of the day.

"I love it!" said Iris, running towards her.

The young woman had dressed and donned her new gift, carefully grabbing the hair with a big smile on her face and then let it fall from her fingers. Athenacia just smiled at her overly happy demeanour and continued her journey to her bed. Quickly she changed, something more comfortable, and got under the covers. Just in time it seemed, the door to her room had swung open.

"Knock, knock," announced Gladiolus as he came. He smiled once his eyes reached her, "Hey Doc! You going to change every time I see you?"

"I'm a chameleon."

He let out a small laugh, "Looks good."

She blushed slightly, "Thanks."

"Thought you might want a visitor."

"A visitor?"

Gin pushed past the Shield just then, nearly knocking him over despite the way he towered over her. Gladio only laughed as the extremely pregnant nurse was at her friend's side in an instant, on the bed and nearly fell over with her awkward shape. Once she got herself balanced she pulled the young doctor into a fierce hug, only keeping her arms around her neck.

"I'm so happy you're okay," said Gin before releasing her grip and having a look, "Gods you look terrible."

Athenacia laughed, "Thanks, I think."

"Seriously girl, that is a nasty hematoma."

"It'll go away."

"Where did you want this?" asked Gladiolus from the door.

He was holding a small bag that looked like it had a fair bit of weight to it. Gin looked over and just pointed to the ground beside her, in between the two beds while Iris looked on curiously.

"What is that?" asked the young girl.

"A surprise, help me with it," replied Gin.

Athenacia looked on with mild amusement as Gladiolus took a seat in the chair next to her bed. Once Gin had somehow managed to pull out all the tools she began to set it up with Iris's help. The injured doctor recognized it instantly once it was finished.

"You stole a portable ultrasound from the hospital?" asked Athenacia with a raised brow.

"No, no, borrowed," insisted Gin.

"Do they know you have it?"

"No."

"Then it's called stealing."

"Oh hush you. I'm going to bring it back I'm just borrowing without asking."

"Stealing."

"Stealing is when you don't bring it back."

"The line isn't that thick."

"Do you want to see my child or not?"

Athenacia only laughed. Gin handed her the tube of jelly and turned the machine on. The wand was placed in the doctor's hand and Gin lifted her maroon scrub shirt, waiting. Athenacia administered the jelly and then placed the wand against the woman's skin. Immediately the image of a very cramped baby came up on the screen. The physician wanted to tear at the sight, keeping her hand still as she watched the small hands move and the heartbeat at a steady pace.

"Wow..." said Iris in wonder, sitting down on the other side of Gin's feet.

"Would you look at that," said Gladiolus from behind her.

"It's so big now!" exclaimed Gin.

"He," corrected Athenacia.

"You're going to be sorry when it comes out a girl."

"Gin, the penis is right there," said Athenacia, pointing at the monitor.

"That could just be a finger."

"Yes, an eleventh finger."

"Hey what are we looking at?" asked Prompto as he stepped through the door, cutting off Gin's retort.

"It's her baby!" said Iris.

Ignis and Noctis had also joined them, both coming to hover around the monitor to get a look. Athenacia moved the wand a little so that she could observe the baby from all angles and make sure that all was healthy. There were no abnormalities nor signs of stress so that was a relief. Gin had the most healthy pregnancy the young doctor had ever seen, not sick a day since she had found out.

"Hard to believe we were all that small," said Noctis.

"Smaller even," said Athenacia, "The cells you began as are hardly the size of this baby's fist."

"Seriously?!" said Prompto in shock.

Athenacia nodded, "Absolutely."

"The wonders of the human body," mused Ignis.

"I don't buy it. The big guy couldn't have been that small," said Prompto.

"Believe it or not, Iris was bigger than I was when she was born," replied Gladiolus.

"By three pounds no more!" retorted Iris.

"Makes all the difference," he teased.

The chatter about the upcoming child provided a warmer atmosphere in the room. It was nice to speak about happier things and Athenacia welcomed the distraction. Gladiolus hovered near her but didn't actually make any physical contact. It wasn't that he didn't want to, merely hesitant after everything she had been through during the time they had been apart. The girl wasn't talking about it for a reason, largely ignoring her trauma's and keeping to herself. Gladio didn't want to push her so soon after reuniting with her, she would open when she was ready, he was sure of that.

As things wound down into yet another night, Gin packed up her "borrowed" portable ultrasound machine and got ready for her shift. The nurse promised to come by tomorrow and try to speed up the healing process, awkwardly carrying her bag out of the room. Ignis took it upon himself to have food brought up to the room, giving a sizable portion to the recovering doctor. Her pain medication was still blocking her appetite, however, she did manage to squeeze in a few more bites than this morning so he didn't press the issue too much.

"Gin is almost done her term," said Ignis.

"Yeah she's got about eight weeks left," replied Athenacia, her meal abandoned on the night table.

Gladiolus was still in the chair beside the bed, Prompto taking Gin's vacated spot. Iris remained on her bed while Ignis and Noctis had moved the sitting area furniture to be apart of the social group. Everyone else had finished most of what was on their plate, the young Prince still a picky eater it seemed. Athenacia only smiled at the tireless argument with Ignis about vegetables.

"She's all alone?" asked Prompto.

Athenacia nodded, "Her husband died fighting the war. Connilo Talia."

"She's Talia's widow?" asked Gladiolus incredulously.

"Yeah."

"I had no idea..." said Ignis.

"Talia?" asked Noctis.

"One of the higher ranking Glaives. He won many battles while he fought," supplied Ignis.

"He was on his way to Cor's stats," added Gladiolus, "But in the end, he didn't make it out. Still, he went out like the best of them."

"That's rough," said Prompto.

"About two weeks after the news of his death Gin found out about the baby. I remember those weeks very vividly. But she didn't miss a day of work, not even to mourn. She knew what she was getting into when they married," said Athenacia.

"That's so sad," remarked Iris.

"It really depends on how you look at it. Maybe she feels pain in her own time, but she carries his child and she does so with pride. She gets to raise that child to know his father gave his life for the best cause. She'll never truly be away from her husband while she raises their son."

...

The streets Lesallum were mostly quiet in the evening. Most of the nightlife patrons were in the mass of the streets, drinking, eating, dancing, whichever they chose. The woman passed them with little attention, having no desire to partake in their festivities. She walked down the less crowded streets until she got toward the parking lot, going even further, the warm wind blowing her hair out of her face. Down the stairs to the overlook, she could only spot three people staring out where the Archeon used to reside. She didn't go near any of them, instead, she went to sit on the bench and look up a the stars.

An hour later, a man sits beside her, keeping his distance and staying on the other side of the bench with no intention of even looking at her. A hood obscures his face from any onlookers, appearing busy on his phone. More couples have made their way over now that the night has grown later, but the two on the bench paid them little mind. She was still fixated on the stars, her eyes filled with wonder at all of them. It never ceased to amaze her how vast the sky truly was. Just hanging up there without a care in Eos about what went on beneath it. Everything in this world was much bigger than her.

Sighing dreamily, she brought her head back down to look around her. The warm wind blew again, bringing with it the scent of a bad omen, something she picked up on immediately. So many negative things had been happening lately it wouldn't make much of a difference. Standing up slowly, she decided she had enough of her time in the night air. Stretching a little awkwardly, a couple walked by with a strange look on their faces in her direction. She began to walk away, no longer needing to stay here.

"She's gone red this time," said the woman as she passed by the hooded man on the bench.

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libidomechanica · 7 years ago

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S brows

‘S brows. Snuff at vice and gushing but a doubtless lip to him betight. As is the breathing good in thy she hurries anyway, so beauty was what peep an angel had given as in a day, wise, reflected. Fraud and helpelesse doe ye still shake him.

I’ve rare. But still. And starving soul on ocean, and impulse and there is conquests were exacted by old grieve to be freely, as on her to their continence was sublimest exultation, where exactly follow to filch’d good, have proceeding have lov’d there like hats but scarcely look’d, and deceived no idea

of him? She is all other with that all into their delight. So pick it up, as darkness, is silent liggen in my own down as in bed,’ and laid on bier?

Lean-headed bubbles. Too great round and blacken’d world, as the taken please; with debt: for thee, dropt to be street,

crying: ‘The deem’d magic casement, loud wil sing, the soul that commend. But when the king man.’ To all gallantry, and stop; upon the heart, is third,

speeding of Flora, and cold, appear; he case, attempting names which some the great opiate of misery can give, angry that he begin with sober lightly serv’d.

My mood is like Wordsworth, when I was to impart, and bread of all my love your childhood’s fair as faithlesse my passes darken’d watch. Replied Katinka: ‘Spain’s a phenomenon, one and he whole minstrel’s skill in all live—such virtue hate, I do beseemes that Xerxes offer: Pan will endures

I feel needs in a barbed hook, one on a suddenly, the written in thee by mistress of the dream’st what d’ ye merchance to this is not known; I should this same troops at once each others the midsummer’s ocean, and from wood and arms more than appendix,

which come dare you are at the moon is bright gladness of widow happy state into the sun; thy purity of hand; and worships it. An ‘ignis fatuus;’ or as Brutus is, could shutters, as she finds, had I lain entrance makes and merriment.

And no child, I shoulder in his speech received for she muscle and he had cried my sex wear, the months at Hell, but without malice: if he spot the deem’d, at least, is the color, you with love her dispraise your silence itself come up its wires of Sabine we left at least have birth or for lo the ancient frae her Graces daunce about; a circumstance, web-footed all the portion—the wily bride.

Thou new Vintage is not quite for ever: let eyes, embower’d long have lain entrap, nor speak no more, and leave of Lust

must now, perhaps ‘t will win, or she, which wouldst though the Bear has the paint out of their plan shepheards most divided in portion of the pleasure; she is written, so that sad temptation more, or since I hear of ghosts of shot

that I kneel to no end, young Juan to whom I cold, ungrateful solitude I measure to plagues, these sulphury revels, that could I put there is a time.’

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #208 texts

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ignicomic · 10 months ago

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A little bit ago was IGNI’s second anniversary. March tenth 2022 was the day I first thought up IGNI! - in the form of a rough concept rant in an rp server’s spam chat.

Ey, we all gotta start somewhere

#IGNI!#igni! comic #igni! 4u #seika nyakimoto #igni! cordyceps #igni! coyote kidd #IGNI! Widow king #Igni! Sprigot #IGNI! Highlighter #person’s art

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fidelitasadfinem · 6 years ago

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oo8

When Anton perished in Galahd, it had catapulted his eight-year-old nephew Ignis into the dukedom of Vannath Coast, which was the primary of three peerages the Scientia family had held for centuries for their services to the crown. Upon his death, Anton’s minor nephew succeeded to his title as Duke of Vannath, while his widow, Lady Adrienne Allegria Scientia, became dowager Duchess of Vannath in the wake of the family’s loss.

All technicalities and protocol considered, eight-year-old Ignis found himself the highest ranking nobleman in the Lucian court, just a step behind King Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, and even outranking Clarus Amicitia, Count Taelpar, Kingshield. Because of his minority, however, Ignis only held the dukedom in name, as his aunt the Lady Adrienne would take up her husband’s myriad of posts, duties and responsibilities, particularly as ex-officio chairperson of the Royal Household Agency. Regis would not give Adrienne the chancellorship, as the King opted to pass the post instead to the Duke of Feria.

Yes, Ignis even outranked his charge, the Prince Noctis, at the time, because Noctis won’t actually be elevated into the title and rank of Crown Prince of Lucis, not until he was sixteen years of age. Until that time, Ignis was the highest ranking nobleman in the trio, enjoying precedence over both Noctis and Gladiolus.

Ignis won’t regain the chancellorship until the time of World of Ruin, where in Noctis’ absence, the people looked to him for crucial decisions, and the Duke of Feria ceded back the title to Anton’s successor.

#hc

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stephicness · 8 years ago

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Fantasy Daddy Simulator -- Final Fantasy XV x Dream Daddy Headcanons (Part 3)

PHEW! I think this is my last installment for now in the FFXV x DDADDS headcanons for you all. c: I decided to just go with three of these dad dudes in this one, since there are a few that I thought about but ultimately decided to skip on. Need more information! Or some of them were briefly mentioned as it is in the other headcanons and that type of thing. Gosh, these were fun to write! Perhaps I’ll write more about these headcanons in drabbles or more individualistic headcanons about them. If you all are interested in either one of those. c;

For now though, enjoy the last part of the FDS headcanons, my friends! Thanks for letting me write and share these with you all~

PREGAME NOTES

Let’s add about 15-20 years on these boys. Give them time for the children to grow older.

Let’s also say they live in that cul-de-sac area just like from Dream Daddy.

And the children are just me throwing dumb thoughts your way. Because yay for thinking up of headcanons (and child characters unmentioned!).

FANTASY DADDY SIMULATOR – FFXV x Dream Daddy (Part 3)

Featuring: Nyx Ulric, Titus Drautos, and Dino Ghiranze

PART ONE – Featuring Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio PART TWO -- Featuring Ravus, Ardyn, Loqi, and Cor

Nyx Ulric – Adoptive Father, Father of One Girl and Two Boys

Likes: Being the Hero, Smoking, Watching TV and Napping, Busting A Sick Dance Move Dislikes: Guys Hitting on His Daughter, People Who Yell at Him, Having to Pay Per View

Nyx Ulric is a man married to his job as a police officer. There’s nothing that could be avoided about that with Police Commander breathing down his neck about Nyx doing his work so he can go home to his kids.

But the thought of that was really nice, Nyx thought to himself. To be able to go home and see his kids, kiss his spouse on the cheek, and just be able to have a good family life instead of going back to his crusty apartment. Not that he’d have a spouse anytime soon. Unless their name was the LPD, that is.

However, when he found himself investigating a series of domestic violence calls to a single address, he knew that the married life was a lot harder than it looked. He arrived and managed to get the parents away from the children, arresting both parents as the little girl held her face to cover her black-eye.

After having taken the kids back to the precinct, he was supposed to get their statements and then find a guardian who would take them. But no guardians were known in the area, and it seemed like the kids were refusing to go in the first place. The only one who could calm them down was Nyx.

So Commander Fleuret let out a sigh and asked Nyx if he can let the kids stay at his apartment to calm down and avoid being scared at the police station even more than before. Nyx agreed, but he’d need to clear out all of those empty beer bottles in his place first. Oops. Those aren’t for kids!

Eventually, he and the children bonded by making pillow and sheet fortresses in the living room so they can sleep, learning more about their situation from the eldest son and how they just wanted to get out of there to make sure their little sister wouldn’t get hurt anymore.

Sympathizing with them, Nyx promised to make sure he’d find them a place far away from their abusive parents.

Nyx, however, after the few days of keeping an eye on the kids, refused to let them go to any shelter or home. But with how bad his apartment really was, he’d have to get his act together to give them a better place. So with what money he had saved for that new car he really wanted, he put a down payment to rent an actual house for himself and the kids, asking if they would want to come live with him now that he actually had a new place.

And so, with their agreement, Nyx became their adoptive father. One step closer to that fancy dream. Now he just needed a spouse of some kind. Could you rent one maybe? Wait, no. That’d be called hiring a prostitute. Oops. Oh well, he can just ask Uncle Libertus and Auntie Crowe to drop by and make the family a bit bigger.

Speaking of Libertus and Crowe, they visit often enough with the others from the precinct for the kids to consider them like their aunts and uncles. Even Tredd comes over to steal some food, but finds himself bonding with the youngest boy and giving him pointers on how to actually be good at doing, well, anything (unlike his dad).

Despite him having two sons and a daughter, he hated to admit it, but he spoiled the living hell out of his daughter. He and his sons both did. He’d keep every cute photo of her in his wallet next to his boys’ photo with their soccer trophy, pointing at the photo and going ‘THERE’S MY LITTLE GIRL. And my boys.’

Nyx would also volunteer to chaperone every school dance too – especially the ones where he knew that his little girl had a boyfriend to go with her. So you would literally just see Nyx, standing bodyguard position in the corner as he and his boys stare down the Amicitia kid when his hands wandered too low on her sides.

He wouldn’t change this life for anything in the world. Because after being able to bond with the kids he rescued and protected, he knew that there was something out there worth fighting for.

Titus Drautos – Widower, Father of One Girl

Likes: Reading Smutty Literature, Kicking Ass, Boxing, Cosplaying Dislikes: Guys Staring at His Daughter’s Ass or Boobs, Insubordinate Punks, Hearing ‘Are We There Yet?’ Whenever He Drives

He’s an older guy, he’s not afraid to admit that. But regardless of how old he is, he’s still able to get out his baton and beat you to hell and back. It’s how he managed to become the Chief of the Police, after all, and he runs the police department well.

He’s a grumpy old bastard, even more so after his wife passed away from sickness, so don’t you dare try to piss him off unless you really want to get beaten up. He doesn’t really care if you’re a perp or a cop. If you get in his way to get the job done, guess who’s going to have a taste of some Drautos-brand beatdowns?

Of course, there is one person in the world that he’s got left that does know how to calm him down, and that’s his daughter. Tall with eyes just like her father. And also, buxom enough to draw a lot of attention whenever she decides to drop by the police department and say hello to all of the officers.

Drautos shoots a lethal glare at them all when their eyes lock onto her for too long before he and his daughter go out to dinner, and he makes sure that none of those slimy guys gave her their phone number. If anywhere was going to date his little girl, it wouldn’t be anyone he knew directly.

Or if he had it his way, his daughter wouldn’t date anyone no matter what.

His daughter had grown up to be a rather successful writer, one who graced the world with her popular novels known as The Glaive of Kings, inspired by those who she met in her real life.

The books became so popular that she often is invited to be guests at conventions and events that make her father really proud of her. His baby girl being a successful author!

Though when he finally did decide to read her books, he was shocked to see just how profane they all were. Violence, sex, scandal – and where those two men doing it on top of a burning citadel?! He had to close the book, red-faced as he stared at his eager daughter looking for feedback.

But despite his first initial shock, he’s his daughter’s number one fan and sometimes helps her promote her books by building a full-replica model of the evil General Laucag’s armor. He wore it for a few days to Insomnime, claiming that he was on a ‘business trip’ instead.

His lie was short lived as Officer Ulric and his partner Officer Ostium arrived at the convention to make sure everything was peaceful and well.

They recognized Drautos’s daughter, asking her how things were. In which she gladly replied, ‘Things are great! My father’s been really raking in the crowd!’

They both turn and stare at the armor-clad, sword-wielding behemoth of a general standing next to her before they felt Drautos’s deathglare through the suit of warbola and PVC armor. If they spoke of this at work even a little bit, they’d be worse than fired.

So they simply backed away, allowing Drautos and his daughter to take photos with the fans. Man did that armor look cool though…

Dino Ghiranze – Divorced, Father of Three Boys, One Girl, and Too Many Dogs

Likes: Jewelry Making, The Latest Gossip, Hanging His Kids’ Art On The Walls Dislikes: Uncreative Minds, Picking Up After the Dogs, People Cutting Him Off On The Sidewalk (Cause He’s Walkin’ Here!)

What has two hands, access to all sorts of creative juices, and a studio dedicated to making his jewelry and miniature metalwork sculptures? Dino does! It was unfortunate that he decided that his metalwork and passion for making jewelry was more important than his wife, but it was all okay, he supposed.

Because in the end, the kids all wanted to stay with him anyways.

He’s a bit more of the struggling father compared to the others, mostly because he had quit his job as reporter to pursue jewelry making full-time and decided to try living off the idea of taking on commissions to provide for himself and his four kids.

Despite it being rough though, he’s been doing well with his business, getting commissioned by people (including the rich eris of the Fleuret family at one point) to craft two wedding rings. That handsome sum of money was enough to afford his house’s rent for an entire year!

It’s those types of commissions that’s able to get Dino by in terms of rent, and they actually come a lot more frequently than he anticipated. But that’s all the better, because then he was able to work as he could and then spend time with his children and teach them all about the craft.

Not like they really wanted to know about it, except for maybe his daughter, but he didn’t really mind it because all of them became artistic in some sort of way.

His eldest son is a ceramicist, learning the art during his high school days and just having a natural knack for it ever since. His other two sons (identical twins) both decided to become painters and drawing media artists, and they’ve been working on a comic book together to one day beat out the famous Glaive of Kings book and TV series.

Dino’s daughter and the youngest in the family is still trying to find his knack of things, but really likes the idea of doing what his dad is doing. It’s mostly just him stringing beads together and saying that it’s a pretty necklace, but Dino adores it anyways, wearing them all with pride whenever he can.

He’s proud of his kids’ artworks, always displaying them around the house in what he calls ‘La Gallaria della famiglia Ghiranze.’ Basically, the family gallery. His eldest occupies the kitchen with all of the dishes and platters he throws, his twins litter the walls with paintings and drawings framed and taped on walls, and his little daughter gets her brothers and father to model for her.

Of all the things though, Dino could do without the random dogs that his children like to collect. Strays, adopted ones, dogs who just wandered into the wrong part of the neighborhood and crossed paths with the Ghiranzes, they all for some reason end up at Dino’s house.

There were a few times that the Amicitias’ dog ended up at Dino’s house. So when the girls asked if they saw Behemoth around, Dino assumed it was the Saint Bernard that the twins literally rode home one day.

Nope. Instead, it was the wiener dog that his daughter stole to get revenge on one of the Amicitia boys putting gum on her bracelet. Dino apologized to the girls before giving them back their dog and apologizing on behalf of his daughter.

He gave her a high five when nobody else was looking though. Way to really stick it to the man!

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moonraccoon-exe · 8 years ago

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Dude. Female Iggy is awesome, but also Imagine female Gladio! (brain explodes)

.A.

*brain explodes too*

BrUH, Fem!Gladio has to be one of the sexiest idiots that could ever exist, just, dear Astrals.

From what I know (correct me if I’m wrong) the Shield of the King title has always been reserved for males only. Imagine if Female Gladio, let’s name him Gladioli, is the first female Shield in history.

Imagine Clarus never once minded his first child was a girl and raises her the same (in theory) than he’d have done with a baby boy, because Clarus ain’t your medieval idiot with silly ideas and he knows women are as strong if given the chance.

Some years later, Lords and Ladies and people telling and insisting on Gladdie’s father to marry again just weeks from going widower, because he only has two girls and the protocol states he requires of a boy to raise for prince Noctis, and Clarus is losing his time because the prince is already a child and not a baby anymore, and other sort of bullshit, like Clarus is a machine and not a human being.

Kid Gladdie has heard. She’s listened to the awful things they tell his dad. And she’s super upset; they don’t understand how much he’s aching under the mask of blankness, they don’t hear him try to contain the crying when he thinks Gladdie’s asleep in her room, they don’t see how sad he is, how many times he visits her mother’s grave, how many flowers he’s bought for her.

They cannot tell him to remarry and have children like it’s nothing. Like it’s his “duty”, as they say. His only duty is to protect King Regis, never was it stated anywhere that he had to marry and make children until having a son.

Nowhere is it legally specified the Shield can’t be a girl.

[Adding a Keep Reading]

So, out of mere pride, out of wanting to teach all these people a lesson and shut their goddamn mouths, out of wanting the best for his father, to make him proud and to let him live his own life, out of just wanting to shut everyone up, Gladioli is putting all her effort and might into training since very young to become the best goddamn Shield the world has ever seen.

Way you go, Gladdie! GO ROCK THAT TITLE!

Imagine Fem Gladio working the hardest and the best, just like canon Gladio, to become the best. Gladdie turning into a super skilled teenager. Gladdie showing her power and strength and how much she has improved and can do.

Gladdie sparring with Cor.

Gladdie sharing intense fights with the Glaive trainees.

Imagine there’s this once when this Glaive trainee was like “Of course, she’s strong, but imagine something happens or the Empire attacks when she’s having the period. She’s not going to be in conditions to protect prince Noctis like that.”

Gladdie is triggered.

Gladdie is going to ask him and other 4 trainees to all battle with her, they all teamed up and she on her own. And Gladdie defeats them all.And Gladdie wore white pants that day on purpose.And the trained looks up at her (because he’s down on his back with her foot on his chest).And finds out she’s in her days.“So, am I qualified enough, or not in conditions to do my work?”

DAMN, GIIIIIRL.

Gladdie is the first Female Shield and she’s definitely totally worth the title, and even more than just enough.

Gladdie earning her scar.

Gladdie fighting damn GILGAMESH ON HER OWN.

Imagine Loqi meeting her for the first time.

Loqi’s standing there all evil and fabulous like “OH, the very same Prince Noctis! And seen as the prince can’t be out without his shield, I’m gonna guess it’s you, sire. Oh? Adviser? I had guessed that was maybe you, my lady, then who is.... What do...what do you mean you are the Shield? I’m...confused.”

And at first Loqi’s like “A girl?” but when Gladdie comes near...Oh boy.

Ohboi.

It’s this girl with mohican haircut, wavy hair, and sure, she’s pretty and has soft features and pretty lips and everything, butSHE’S HOLDING THIS GIANT TWO-HANDED SWORD WITH ONLY ONE LIKE IT’S A DAMN JOKE.And she has this scary ass scar on her left eye, a leather jacket, this tattoo on her arms and disappearing into the sleeves, this crop top and a damn six pack.And the scariest ass look on her face.

And Loqi just knows he’s doing to die, jesuschrist, this girl is TERRIFYING.

Dear GODS, that one scene with Ravus, when recovering the Regalia.

Ravus is already pretty giant, and while Gladdie could be a rather tall girl, I don’t think she’d be nowhere close to Gladio’s height. Let alone Ravus’s. Gladdie must be tiny in comparison...but she’s stepping in without a single doubt or hint of hesitation, just like Gladio does.

Gladdie. The first Female Shield.The Last Shield.The Last Shield was a girl.Gladdie. The terror of Lucis.Gladdie. Cup Noodle queen.

Okay, but Gladdie in her Glaive attire.

Gladdie in her Council attire, dear sweet Astrals, I can’t.

*deep breath*

FEM GLADIO FOR THE WIN.

I still ship her with Ignis, btw.

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bgn846 · 5 years ago

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Worthy Chapter 1: Bright Idea FFXV A/B/O Promnis

Summary:

Being the thirteenth in line for the throne of Niflheim was bad enough. However, add the complication of being a rare omegan male to the mix and things were downright terrible. Prompto had a small dream to sit on the throne one day if only to prove his worth. He knew he couldn’t do it alone so he decides his best option is to hire a brilliant advisor to guide him to the top.

The issue being the advisor he really wants is already employed by the prince of Lucis, Noctis Lucis Caelum. He also has to get over his innate fear of alphas since as it turns out the advisor is a rather intimidating one.

Will Prompto ever get the chance to rise in his position or will he be stuck at the bottom forever?

Written for the 2019 Promnis Big Bang

This is a re-post of an older work. Wanted to set it free in the world again. :)

CHAPTER ONE:

The sides of the container felt like they were pressing in on him, but Prompto knew that couldn’t be true. Wooden crates don’t suddenly develop the ability to move; his mind was playing tricks on him. The fact that the crate also held a stone statue didn’t help either. What space was available was cramped and lumpy.

Prompto kept telling himself that he only needed to deal with the waves of claustrophobia for another hour tops. The dizzying feeling he was experiencing was nearly unbearable. He knew he was sweating profusely and closing his eyes only seemed to make it worse. Being able to touch all the sides of his makeshift prison at the same time was not comforting.

The ride in the drop ship from Niflheim to Lucis didn’t take more than a couple hours. He knew that he’d been stuck in there for an hour already, according to his phone. Sixty more minutes. He could do this. So long as he didn’t focus on the stale air and lack of light.

Gods he had to stay calm. The last thing he needed was to be prematurely discovered due to his distressed scent. If his irritating step brothers had let him come, then he wouldn’t be in this predicament. Prompto didn’t remember there being a rule anywhere about omegas not being able to do dignitary visits.

Sadly, his step-father was no longer alive, or he would have defended the poor blond. The king of Niflheim had passed peacefully in his sleep two years ago. This left the country to be ruled by his remaining thirteen children, all of whom were alpha’s except for one: Prompto, the rare omegan male.

Since he wasn’t technically related to any of his brothers by blood, it made court life difficult. The king had married his mother after she’d been widowed for many years. Prompto had grown to love his new step-father, but his brothers were another story. They at least treated his mother with respect even after the king’s death.

She had the smarts to stay out of the way of their antics and appear where they needed her for this and that. She was still queen, despite her lack of power, and his mother knew better than to rock the boat. So life had gone on and Prompto had watched as he was pushed further and further out of the picture.

Not that being thirteenth in line meant anything. He realistically knew he’d never make it near the throne, which was why he was currently hiding in a crate bound for Insomnia. Noctis Lucis Caelum, the only son and heir to the throne of Lucis, was a lucky sot. He didn’t have brothers to fight with, and his rise to the throne was guaranteed. Prompto also knew he wasn’t alone in his endeavors. He had a royal advisor.

Ignis Stupeo Scientia of House Scientia. The man was renowned for his mental prowess, among many other traits. Scientia was the reason Prompto had subjected himself to this risky trip. He wished to hire the advisor for his own advancement. Niflheim wasn’t a rich nation, but it at least had enough royal reserves to pay handsomely for someone in Scientia’s position.

Prompto’s issue, though, would be finding Scientia to make his offer without getting caught. Actually, who was he kidding? He had a lot of issues to deal with. A rather long list was growing in his head as he sat in the dark. How would he know when exactly to exit the crate without getting caught? Was finding food and shelter going to be a problem? Why didn’t he pack a freaking bag? Astrals, he was doomed. Maybe he should just stay in the crate and hope they forgot to unload it and went back home.

That wish was not granted. As soon as the ship landed, the crate started moving. It was being unloaded. Trying to control his breathing, Prompto waited until the crate stopped and the voices nearby drifted away. Groping around in the dark, he felt for the gap that indicated the lose panel of wood. Once he located it, he pulled it away and squeezed out.

He’d had enough sense to change before he’d smuggled himself onboard. Nothing stands out more than a blond-haired man wandering around in white princely raiment. It was strange to be wearing civilian clothes, but it was necessary to blend in. Now all he to do was figure out where he was and how to locate Scientia.

Peering out from behind a large shipping container revealed that the city center was not close. Damn, how was he going to get to the citadel? His step brothers that had made the journey were riding in a caravan of fancy cars. Unless he wanted a beating, he would have to stay out of their sight. His presence alone would make them go full alpha at this point.

He’d been strictly forbidden from journeying with them to Insomnia. His eldest step-brother, Alban, had resorted to shouting when Prompto had requested to go with them. He was an omega, and he was not fit to travel with the royal party. The visit was merely to mark the centennial anniversary of the peace treaty signed between the nations. Hence the giving of gifts, such as the statue he’d been stuck traveling with.

A terrible idea flitted through the blond’s mind when he saw the royal’s tall clothing case being loaded on a truck. He needed to hide in their luggage. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to get past the gate at the citadel.

Prompto copied moves from a spy movie he’d seen recently and tried his best to covertly run towards the truck before they closed the door. He was nearly there when a group of airport workers appeared. They were coming his way, and they were looking for something.

He watched in horror as the group of men, probably all alphas, began sniffing around. Shit. They were sniffing for him! One issue with emitting scents was you could never smell your own. A distressed omega was easy to smell, and these men were headed straight for him.

He ducked down behind a box and tried his best to calm down. This was spectacularly bad. They would catch him and would not believe his story. He didn’t bring any documentation; he was simply an unclaimed omega. They would probably kidnap him or force themselves on him. That thought made Prompto shudder.

They were close enough now that he could hear them talking. Then suddenly a surge of alpha scent clogged his nostrils. It was pure lust, they weren’t even hiding it.

“I know I smell a fucking omega,” one man piped up with a gruff voice.

“It’s strong. Must have been a stowaway.”

“That’ll mean more fun for us, then.” Another chuckled sadistically. “They’ll have no one to help them.”

Prompto had to bite his hand to keep from whimpering. He most definitely didn’t want to get caught by these thugs. Suddenly, he heard another man yelling farther away. The group of men grunted in response and tried to yell back.

“We can’t help you right now, man. We’re hunting for something.”

The response that came was still too far away to really hear. Whatever they’d been told made them grumble louder, but they started to walk away.

“This sucks. There’s an unclaimed omega out there hiding, and we won’t be able to come back until later to search.”

Okay. That decided it. Prompto absolutely needed to get his butt on the truck heading towards the citadel. Using another silly spy movie move, Prompto threw a rock he’d picked up at a container to make a loud noise. The two men loading the luggage turned and watched for a few minutes. It was just enough time for the prince to scurry on board and hide behind a large suitcase.

The near encounter with the gross alphas had shaken him; he was trembling and had to sit down. Thankfully, the men finished loading a few minutes later, and the door was closed right after. Great. Stuck in another dark cramped space. Sighing heavily, Prompto tried to gather his thoughts.

They might check the truck when they got to the gate; he needed to hide again. The one benefit to technically being in the royal family was that he knew the combo to the luggage lock. Using his phone flashlight, he was able to squish into the tall clothing case. Hopefully he didn’t pass out before they reached the guest quarters.

If they found him stashed in their luggage, he’d most likely get locked back up in the box. That would be extremely unpleasant. His step brothers weren’t exactly known for their kindness towards him.

Unable to stop shaking, Prompto focused on breathing slowly. The space he was currently occupied felt even tighter than the wooden crate. All the clothing was pressing up against his body and triggering his claustrophobia something fierce.

Again waiting for the voices outside to fade, he cautiously exited the luggage case. Prompto all but collapsed on the floor when he felt the rush of fresh air hit his face. Assuming he looked a right mess, he only took a moment to catch his breath and then scrambled to find another hiding spot.

He’d moved just in time. The door to the guest suite swung in, and Alban strode in with his brother Otho. They were having a heated discussion.

“I told you not to let Porcius come. He’s a total bore,” Otho complained. “The Lucians will kick us out if he continues on in this manner.”

“Relax. It will be over soon enough, and then we’ll be home. Captain Drautos and the Marshal know he’s harmless. They’ll escort him away from people, if need be. So enjoy the food for now and the banquet tomorrow night. It’s the one time a year we get to have a taste of all the pretty Lucian girls they invite,” Alban commented.

“Yeah, easy for you to say. They flock to you, since you’re first in line. All those pretty girls want is to be queen.”

Alban laughed. “True, true. . . but you never know. I could actually meet someone worthy one of these visits.”

“I doubt it, Alban. You’re an absolute prick.” Otho snickered.

It sounded like the two had resorted to shoving each other as the conversation died out. The sound of the door opening and closing again indicated they’d left. Peering out from the drapery stack he’d been standing behind revealed an empty room. He still had to get out and into the citadel to find Scientia. Staring at the door to the suite revealed an issue; he had no way of knowing who, if anyone, was in the hallway.

There had to be an access corridor somewhere for the staff. He simply needed to find that. After about twenty minutes and a few pinched fingers, Prompto found another door. This one was expertly hidden in a wall of books. Shoving the secret door open, he stumbled out into a clinically lit concrete hallway. The sound of the door latching and locking behind him caused Prompto to panic. Shit, how was he supposed to get back into the room now?

He had no map and no idea where to go. Opting to slowly wander the endless corridors, Prompto spent the next two hours hopelessly lost. He was tired and thirsty and starting to wish he’d never hatched this hair-brained scheme.

A small creaking sound would catch Prompto’s attention every so often, and he was starting to worry that this mind was playing tricks on him. A moment later, he was being roughly tackled to the hard floor. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful he wasn’t actually mad or just plain scared to death.

Prompto had been trained to fight, but he had no one to spar with, so his skills were terrible. The person who had attacked him was the total opposite. He even knew how to use magic – wait. That could only mean one thing.

He’d been found by the last person he wanted to see: Noctis Lucis Caelum.

“What are you doing? What’s your mission?” Noctis growled in his ear as he pinned him to the cold ground.

The Lucian prince had a knee in his back to keep him in place, and after a second, Prompto realized he was securing his wrists behind his back. That act alone caused the blond to truly panic. “No, no! Please don’t do that. Don’t hurt me!” he wailed. His fear was taking over.

“Well, tell me who you are, and maybe I’ll be nicer,” the prince retorted.

Prompto couldn’t think straight and lied. “I’m a servant for the Argentum family. Please, I got lost, don’t hurt me!”

“Pffft, like I’m gonna believe that. Come on, buttercup. You’re coming with me until I get you properly I.D’d,” Noctis announced as he briskly pulled Prompto upright and forced him to walk down the hall.

Time blurred in Prompto’s mind, and after what felt like an hour but was probably closer to a few minutes, he was being shoved in a fancy wing chair. Before he was able to register what was happening, Noctis had tied his ankles together as well.

“Sit still and keep quiet. I’m calling for backup.”

Prompto wanted the chair to swallow him whole; this was so, so bad. He pulled at his bonds slightly to test them. Noctis had done a good job. He was stuck. He was aware of the prince on a call with someone. He caught the tail end of the conversation.

“I found him wandering the back private corridors.” He paused as the other person spoke. “I don’t know, Specs. Just come and help me figure it out, please.”

The call ended shortly after, and Prompto was forced to wait. He hoped he wouldn’t pass out. The anxiety alone was going to stop his heart. It wasn’t true, though; his heart was going to explode. He had only to wait on their next visitor to prove it. The door to the room gracefully swung open and in stepped Scientia.

Prompto’s mind was awash with emotion. His rehearsed speech for Scientia was leaking out of his brain as the seconds ticked by. It was being swept away by fear. The blond hadn’t taken into account one major thing: Scientia was an alpha. He’d gotten the wrong information on the advisor. Based off the look Noctis was giving the man, he knew what had happened.

Foolish omega that he was, he’d assumed Noctis was an alpha and Scientia a beta. As he sat trembling in the chair, he saw his mistake clear as day. It was the reverse. Alpha’s were a problem for him - a very big problem. When Noctis had tackled him, he’d been so caught off guard that it didn’t register that Noctis didn’t smell like an alpha.

Most interactions with alphas went terribly for Prompto - so much so that he tried to avoid them all together. Hiding in his quarters and rarely making public appearances helped, but he was on his own right now.

What transpired next was unexpected, as Ignis stood near the door and dumbly looked from Noctis and back to Prompto. “Noct, may I ask why on Eos you have decided to assault the crown prince of Niflheim?”

“Wha – no—I’ve met them all, and he isn’t one of them,” Noct spit out in disbelief.

“I can assure you, Highness, that this is Prince Argentum the thirteenth in line for the throne of Niflheim.”

Noct was speechless as he stared at Prompto. “Nooo, I would have remembered that. He looks nothing like them!” The prince was scrambling, trying to save face. “I do read the briefings you give me. I’m not that bad!”

Ignis turned back to face Prompto. “Highness, do forgive prince Noctis. He can be lacking in manners at times, but I can assure you he means well.” The advisor started walking over to his side of the room.

Prompto yelped and shook his head vehemently. “Stay away from me! Don’t hurt me!”

This stopped Ignis in his tracks as a look of pure confusion bloomed on his pale face. “Highness, you’re safe. I can assure you of that. I won’t hurt you.” He edged a little closer, seeming to test for a reaction. This also allowed the advisor to clearly see Prompto’s feet.

Still reeling from the whole experience, Prompto tried to curl in on himself. He wanted to hide. But in an instant, the mood changed. The air was thick with the smell of an angry alpha.

Ignis’ voice rang out loudly. “Noctis Lucis Caelum, why have you restrained him?! For six sake, I can’t handle this right now! Go fetch me a glass of water. Now!” He growled.

Stealing a glance at the dark-haired prince, the blond could tell that this reaction from Scientia was extremely rare. The prince of Lucis looked like a kicked puppy. His eyes were wide, and he backed away quickly to leave the room. Looking back to Scientia, Prompto was expecting the anger to merely be redirected to him. However, the advisor simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent in the room changed again, and Prompto could feel himself calming down.

He whined softly, since he didn’t really understand what was going on. When Scientia opened his eyes again, he seemed more relaxed.

“Highness. If I may, I would like to release you.” Scientia stated as he waited for Prompto to agree.

Prompto’s brain was mush. He couldn’t think straight anymore, but he did know he wanted to be untied. He just had to risk letting this alpha touch him. “Promise you won’t hurt me?” he questioned again quietly.

“I promise.” Scientia replied, still waiting for permission to approach.

Nodding slowly, Prompto still couldn’t help but flinch when Ignis began walking over. He closed his eyes and waited. The rope at his feet was loosened first, and he felt a strong but gentle touch squeeze his calf. Daring to crack his eyes open, he was surprised to find Ignis kneeling on the floor beside him.

The very idea of an alpha kneeling before an omega would have made his step brothers cringe. Yet, here was one doing just that. Prompto allowed Ignis to coax him forward in the chair so he could reach his hands.

“Are you injured in any way? I can secure a potion for you, if necessary,” the alpha asked from where he was still crouched on the floor.

Shaking his head, Prompto leaned back in the chair and rubbed his wrists. Noctis finally came back into the room with a glass of water. He stalled out a few steps from them as if waiting for permission.

Ignis sighed and motioned him over. “I’m not cross with you, Noct. It’s merely a diplomacy nightmare when you accidentally attack a visiting prince.”

“No one knows I’m here,” Prompto offered right away. “I wasn’t supposed to come on this trip.”

The prince of lucis made an odd grunting noise and looked at Ignis with a ‘I told you so’ expression.

Ignis rolled his eyes and pointed at the glass of water. “I do believe our guest might be thirsty.”

Once Prompto had secured the glass with both hands, he nearly gulped its whole contents down. Then, in a flash, his insecurities came flooding back. What if they were drugging him? He must have looked distressed, or maybe he’d started emitting a scent, because in an instant the advisor was in his line of sight with a concerned look.

Oddly enough, it was Prince Noctis who figured out the issue. His solution was to snatch the glass back and take a sip. “It’s not been tampered with. It’s just water.” He finished, then set the glass down on the coffee table. “I’m sorry I tackled you. I really didn’t recognize you.”

Unable to respond due to his nerves, Prompto focused on breathing. The calm feeling from earlier was still permeating his senses and helping. Unfortunately, his journey was over almost before it had begun. Now that he’d been caught, there was no choice but to face his step-brothers’ wrath and hope the punishment wasn’t too severe. Scientia being an alpha had wrecked his plan. Prompto wasn’t sure he could handle working with one.

“So I suppose I’ll have to fess up for delaying you, huh?” The prince pondered from where he leaned against the sofa arm.

“Um – you don’t have to say anything. I can go back to the room by myself.” Prompto hoped they might let him walk out of there without issue.

“What if you get lost again? I can’t let that happen. Now that I know who you are, I really need to make sure you stay in good hands,” Prince Noctis announced.

“Highness, may I inquire as to how you arrived here?” Scientia asked, looking at Prompto.

The blond tried his best to not look at the floor when he answered, but it was so hard with Scientia’s green eyes staring right at him. “I snuck aboard the drop ship in the cargo area.”

Noct leaned forward at the comment and looked slightly shocked. “I thought when you said that no one knew you were here, you only meant you came on a different ship. Not that you stowed away!”

Shaking his head, Prompto lost the battle to continue looking at the advisor. He averted his eyes, focusing on the floor instead. Scientia hadn’t moved from his position. Prompto didn’t know why, but it was comforting to not be talked down to.

Ignis seemed lost in thought and eventually repositioned himself to sit on the coffee table. “Might it be more prudent for you to remain hidden while you’re here? I’m sure we can arrange a covert transport to take you back home.”

Hardly able to believe what he was hearing, Prompto nearly fell out of his chair. “You mean it?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Why would that make a difference? His family is here - wouldn’t that be a better way to get home?” Prince Noctis asked, perplexed.

Scientia pursed his lips and looked up at the prince. “I trust that you have at least been able to deduce that Prince Argentum is an omega, correct?”

“Well, yeah, of course, wha --.”

“Then you should also be aware that the royal family of Niflheim is headed mostly by alphas. Who happen to have a rather dated opinion of omegas. Which is rather upsetting considering that one of their own is of that dynamic.”

The Lucian prince addressed Prompto directly for his next bevy of questions. “So you would prefer that none of your brothers know you’re here?”

“Step-brothers,” Prompto corrected.

“Sorry, but won’t someone notice you’re missing back home if you are gone for more than a day?”

“Not really. I mostly stay in my room,” the blond mumbled.

“The queen perhaps? Might you like to get a message to her?” Scientia asked kindly.

Prompto sighed. “My mum already knows. I knew she’d come looking for me, so I told her my plan.”

“Yeah, that was my next question. What on Eos would you come here for?” Noct blurted.

The truth was easy to say, but Prompto knew he would be laughed at if he admitted his real reason for coming, so he lied again. “Uh, I just really wanted to see the capital city. I’ve never been.”

Prince Noctis scowled at the response. “That sounds a little lame to me, but I guess everyone has their own dreams.”

“Noctis!” Scientia exclaimed. “Why are you being so crass today? What has gotten into you?”

The prince of Lucis rolled his eyes and looked away. Clearly he’d been around Ignis for a long time to treat him that way and not get reprimanded.

The advisor frowned and made to stand up. “I will work on securing transport for you to return home. Would you be alright staying here with Noctis for now?”

Prompto thought for a second and was working through his fears. Noctis didn’t seem that bad. He was a beta and had the chill demeanor of one to match. If the prince didn’t mind him staying, then he did feel safe there. “I would like to stay, if it’s alright.” he responded meekly.

Scientia looked to the dark-haired prince and waited for an answer. Prince Noctis shrugged noncommittally. “I thought all visitors to my suite had to go through a background check first.” It appeared to Prompto that the lucian prince was trying to point out a mistake to Scientia.

The royal advisor raised an eyebrow and turned to Noctis. “What makes you think I have not done this already? Prince Prompto was on the list of possible guests so he has already undergone the background check.”

“Oh.” Noctis mumbled, “I don’t mind if he stays then. It will be nice to have someone else around.” He finished.

“Very well, then. I will return once I have more information. Noct, I believe you may need to order dinner soon. I have a feeling our fair-haired friend here may be getting hungry.”

As if on cue, Prompto’s stomach growled loudly, and he could feel his face flushing. “So you won’t tell my step-brothers I’m here?” he confirmed again, still slightly scared of what would happen if they found out.

“Your safety is important. I will endeavor to keep your presence hidden while you are visiting, Highness.” Ignis offered with a small bow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to work.”

As quickly as the man had breezed into his life, he waltzed back out. Scientia was gone, and Prompto wasn’t sure he’d see him again. He was a coward for not saying anything about his real reason for coming. Maybe he saw the bond that already existed between Noct and his advisor. They were close, and he knew Scientia wouldn’t leave his position. No money on Eos would convince him otherwise. That much was obvious.

Noct’s waving hand suddenly appeared in his vision. “Hey, you okay there? Um – do you want to play some video games while we wait for dinner?”

“Huh? Sorry, uh – yeah, sure, that sounds like fun.”

“Don’t tell Iggy I had to ask, but what is your first name?”

“Who’s Igg—y?” Prompto tried out the name on his lips.

“Ignis, my advisor. The tall dude who invoked the power of the gods on my ass earlier when he asked for water.”

“Oh. My name is Prompto.”

Prince Noctis sighed and seemed to relax a little. “That’s a good name. You can call me Noct, by the way. All my friends do.”

Prompto was slightly stunned by that admission as he followed Noct into another room and watched the prince get his game system ready. Maybe he was wrong to assume he wouldn’t get along with the other prince. Getting comfy on the couch, he accepted a gaming controller and proceeded to tune out the real world.

For the first time he actually felt at ease. Maybe he would survive his adventure yet.

> Next Chapter 2

#ffxv #promnis #fanfic #prompto #ignis

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starsfallinginthecircus · 7 years ago

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None was there more splendid than the magical island Kingdom of Reverie. Not far from the coast of France Reverie is a primarily French speaking Kingdom ruled over by King Antaeus a widower King who had lost his beloved wife after the death of their youngest child. King Antaeus is a devoted and doting father who allowed his children the freedom to do as their hearts desired and follow their dreams whatever they may be.

King Antaeus is a much beloved, kind, generous, loving, and protective, father and ruler. The borders of Reverie were generally closed except for four weeks out of the year. Those three weeks were always the three days before, the day of, and the three days after the birthdays of each of his four children. King Antaeus had only been unfaithful to his wife once in the forty years they shared together and it had resulted in the birth of his first son Kenny.

King Antaeus never knew of the son he sired until the day the twenty-six year old young man came bursting into his life one morning full of fire and brimstone; He was also his spitting image. He had told his wife of the incident long ago which he was much grateful for because it had been she who had calmed the young man down enough that they could all talk properly. Then he was welcomed into their lives and the lives of his siblings as if they all had known him all their lives.

The eldest of the children given to him by his wife was the Princess Estelle. She was the spitting image of her mother, long flowing curls of spun gold fell down to her mid-thigh, stunning sapphire blue eyes, fair skin of pale gold and cream. She is a beauty to behold. She was sixteen when this happened because if it hadn’t been for her birthday celebration Kenny wouldn’t have been able to pass the border to meet them all.

Kenny had arrived on the first day of the celebration and spent the next few days getting to know his family that with the help of his father he set up a wonderful surprise on the night of Estelle’s sixteenth birthday. In a small wooded clearing just on the outskirts of the main city a large circus tent was pitched and the lantern plants were in full bloom lighting up the clearing and the tent. The performers were all supernaturals like most of the populous of Reverie including the Royal Family who were all dragons.

A circus had never come to Reverie before this night in all of Estelle’s sixteen years so she had never experienced the wonder and excitement of a circus. The entire family attended the performance. Kenny had met them before and had even traveled with them for a while on his way to Reverie with a knife throwing act. So when he rang them up at their hotel in Paris they were more than happy to come put on a show for the Royal Family as long as they could perform for the duration of the borders being open.

Estelle fell absolutely in love with the circus from the moment she saw the tent lit up in the night beneath the stars. The acts were even more beautiful and they drew her back for every show. She watched, and watched, and absorbed everything because she was hooked. She started practicing and training to perform even after the borders closed and they were gone. She knew what she wanted to do with her life and once she finished school she was going to be putting her plan into action.

She was going to create The Shooting Star Traveling Circus and with the help of her friends she was going to make it into something completely amazing. She had shared the circus with her friends before it left and slowly she started getting them focused on reaching this dream with her. Her friends Hanji Ziger and Zara Dickson were the smartest people in the entire country and were engineering the mobile tent. It was a converted RV that they had redesigned with their own brilliant technology that over the years they would improve upon and make it grow for whatever they needed it for.

Ziger and Zara mixed science and magic to make all of their tech so that they could do amazing things to wow their audience and make their time more magical and enjoyable. Her other friends took on other roles some as technical help and others as performers. Kenny even joined in because he was worried about his little sister and wanted someone he could trust looking after her. He was the only person he trusted that much because there was no way in hell he was letting anything happen to her.

The evening of Estelle’s eighteenth birthday The Shooting Star Traveling Circus had their first performance for the Kingdom of Reverie. It was Estelle’s birthday gift to herself. She also wanted to show her father that they were ready for this and that they weren’t rushing into it. The house was packed for every show and when the final day came her father proudly though sadly sent them off. It helped a great deal that the tent was amphibious and could float too.

There was another Circus that took to traveling around the same time as theirs and they had a cordial relationship with each other. Neither tried to steal the other’s shows nor did they try to steal their customers. In fact whenever Estelle wished to take a break and just watch a performance for the joy of it theirs was the show she’d watch above all others since the first circus she had seen had retired that year after their show in Reverie.

In fact it was at one such time that she met her future husband Zeri and fell madly in love with him. A few years after their marriage they had their first children, twins with the same sharp eyes and dark hair as their grandfather, whom they named Levi and Mikasa. Then a few years after them came Leah, then a year passed and the twins, Isabel and Lucifer, came along.

Shortly after Izzy and Lucy were born Levi was being difficult when it came to doing anything that had to do with the circus. He had never seen another circus than their own so he had never gotten to experience it as a patron. So one night when they were near by, her now old friend, Grisha’s circus she took Levi and Mikasa to see his circus. Thanks to Levi’s stubbornness about not being in the circus he had turned himself into a bit of a rolly-polly. His twin was slender because she didn’t mind playing around and exercising or helping out.

Grisha’s son Eren had been performing for about six years now and he was sixteen now. He was the star of the show and Levi couldn’t take his eyes off of him for the entire show. No matter where Eren was on stage or in the air that was where Levi’s eyes were trained. Then suddenly towards the end of the show Levi was snatched out of his seat and taken up into the air by Eren as if it were part of the show.

Dancing and flying through the air before Eren sealed it, and his future, with a kiss. Levi was hooked and completely got serious about becoming a performer. He even got the other kids in on it more including both of his sisters, since the twins were still too young. Within four months time Levi had dropped his excess weight and even started putting on some muscles which he used to his advantage. It was during this time that Estelle met up with Grisha over coffee and regaled him of Eren’s affect on her little boy.

It was then that the two friends made a deal, she wanted the kids to carry on with the circus even after she had to retire and take her father’s place in Reverie. It was planned that he would retire the week of her birthday celebration and she would have her coronation the day of her birthday. That night would be the final performance night of The Shooting Star Traveling Circus. It was the agreement she made with her father. The next night after her birthday Grisha’s circus would arrive to perform in the same place and at the end of the performance he would make an announcement.

He would announce that their circus would be holding auditions for new performers, and the ones that made the cut would get to marry a single member of the troupe. Since only the kids were probably going to be single at that point it would obviously be one of them. She would make sure all of her kids knew that they were to be the ones to stand first and accept the audition.

That had been sixteen years ago and Estelle was seventy-three now. Her mother had passed away before she had met her husband and the recent sudden passing of her father was forcing her to take his place sooner than they had expected. She had made sure to educate her children on both the world and on Reverie because both were important. She managed to get a hold of Grisha to let him know that plans had been moved up and they would have to implement joining the circuses sooner.

Grisha confessed that he still hadn’t told his kids about it but they would definitely be there to perform and the announcement at the end would be made no matter what. They had even gotten her childhood friend Allen, who had joined the troupe after his parents moved away from Reverie one year, in on setting the kids up with each other. Estelle on the other hand had told the kids from the beginning that they were betrothed to the kids from the other troupe but she would honor their wishes if they fell in love with someone else before then.

None of the kids hand and Levi was already adamant that if he were going to marry anyone it would be Eren. In fact whenever Levi had the free time and they were near a place where Grisha’s troupe was performing he would be at every show he could be at. He never neglected his duties to his own circus but he would go see his angel whenever he got the chance. That was why at the end of the performance after Uncle Grisha made the announcement Levi was the first to stand and accept when he pointed at him and the spot light landed on him.

Then like dominoes the others stood and called out along with some other people that weren’t with their troupe Estelle watched from her place where she sat with Zeri and couldn’t help laughing out loud when their, now, youngest Ignis popped up and volunteered too. She had always loved the circus and this was supposed to be the year she gets to perform for the first time but then her grandfather died and her mother had to take his place early. Which meant the disbandment of the troupe.

Estelle found it amusing that her children were a mix of their grandparents more than they were of herself and her husband. Levi, Mikasa, Leah, and Lucifer all had their grandfather’s sharp blue eyes, dark hair and pale skin. Isabel and Ignis however had Zerixsile’s mother’s fiery red hair, deep emerald eyes and fair skin. Kenny too stood up and volunteered after her because he was very protective of his nieces and nephews that he wasn’t letting them go unchaperoned or unprotected.

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