#If you have a house in Malboro PLEASE let live there for free........

[14dayswithyou]

SLAMS DOWN HANDS I see Violet is a woman of taste. Haurche and Alistair are perfect.

What role does Violet play in FF14...

✦゜ANSWERED: Botanist by day, marketboard fiend by night 😼

But she mainly plays as a sage or reaper when raiding!! Otherwise she's fishing in Il Mheg or blowing up Ren's /tells for eating all of the FC's food again T_T

[finalfucketry]

Comrades - Ch. 3 (End)

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Nyx Ulric/Reader (No Pronouns)

TW: Suicide Attempt, Angst with a happy ending

     In his state, Nyx decided target practice was probably the best idea. He knew better by now not to practice warping when he was distracted. Besides, he really needed to throw something sharp at something else. He must have been throwing harder than he realized because his blade stuck halfway into the dummy viciously.

“Six, what'd he do to you? Steal your parking space?” Crowe quipped from behind him. He turned on his way to retrieve his blade. She met him at the throwing line, standing back just enough to watch him throw.

“Seriously, what's got you so pissed off?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest. He hesitated then shook his head and threw again.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. He missed by a mile this time. Her eyebrows shot up as she followed the course of his blade. That was not nothing.

“Fine, whatever. You know where ____ is? Haven't seen 'em all day,” she mused. He shrugged.

“Must be sick then,” he half-lied. If Crowe knew you were at his apartment neither of you would ever live it down. He missed again.

“Is that why you're so grumpy? _____ isn't here?” she asked slyly.

“Fuck off,” he said, a little more lightheartedly, before stalking off to grab his blades.

     When he got home, he was almost relieved to see you weren't waiting for him. He didn't know how he would approach the awkward question of getting you home. He was at least pleased to see the coffee he left you gone. The cab fare, however, was still on the table. Stupid. He shook his head and slipped it back into his pocket.

     You weren't there the next day either. It set an uncomfortable feeling in the back of his mind, but it didn't worry him. You were probably still recovering, mentally and physically. Still, the strangeness of it was affecting him more than he would like. He couldn't do target practice forever, and he kept making small mistakes. Dodging the wrong way when he should have known better, warping a little off the mark, stumbling when he landed. Enough to make other Glaives look at him funny, even whisper occasionally. He didn't even want to know what they were saying. He was just having an off day, that's all. He hit the showers early.

     When you didn't show up all the next day either, the discomfort turned into something worse. A suspicion that something was off. It only turned to worry when Crowe asked again if he'd heard from you. You wouldn't answer your phone or your radio.

“Tell me where they live, I'll go check in,” he offered. Mostly to sate his own concern.

“If they wont answer me, you really think they want to see you?” she asked, writing down your address.

“If they're being stubborn, who knows better how to get under their skin?” he said with flourish and headed for the gates.

     Every second that ticked by on his way to your apartment reverberated in his chest. The wait was impossible, and while he didn't want to unpack why he was so worried, the fact was that he couldn't get there soon enough. He practically hammered on your apartment door the second he got there.

“______?” he called out. No answer. He hammered again.

“______ it's me, it's Nyx. Open the door!” he called again, a note of panic now etching his voice.

“______ I will seriously let you punch me right now if you just open the door. Free shot,” he offered. He leaned in and listened through the door, there was absolutely no noise inside.

“Shit...” he growled as he kicked the door. He'd have to break in. If you came home and demanded he get out of your house then at least you were back to normal. He wasn't exactly experienced at breaking in, though. He summoned a flame and held it under the deadbolt, hoping maybe the warping metal might help. The flame heated up the lock, and licked at the wooden door, making scorch marks and slowly eating away at the wood. He heard a click and immediately threw his body weight into pushing the door open. After a couple tries it slammed open. He scanned the apartment, it was dark. He called out your name again, knowing it was probably pointless. He glanced inside rooms as he passed them, then opened a closed door. A bedroom. He paused briefly when he saw your form on the bed, sleeping it looked like. Until he said your name again and you didn't wake. He flew across the room and turned on the bedside lamp, examining the scene. Nothing looked off at first, until your arm fell onto the bed and an empty prescription bottle tumbled out of your hand.

“Dammit!”

He checked for a pulse, it was faint, but still there. He dialed emergency services.

     It was 1 in the morning and he was wide awake, pacing, fidgeting. The only time he stopped moving was when a nurse came out to address him.

“Are you the relative or spouse?” she asked. He shifted awkwardly on his feet.

“No just... Co-worker..” he replied uncertainly.

“Your friend is okay. Recovering from the stomach pump right now,” she reassured. He let out a breath.

“Visiting hours start at 9AM tomorrow, if you'd like. Though I can't promise they'll be awake much tomorrow,” she warned. He nodded, suddenly feeling tired in the crash of adrenaline.

“Yeah. Thanks I'll...” what would he do?

“I'll see how it goes.”

     The next day was spent telling most people a censored version of what happened. It felt a little wrong, telling so many people. They'd never let him just keep it to himself, and word probably would have gotten around anyways. The strangest part was when people gave him a pitying look. His friends stopped by more than usual, trying to be casual but clearly checking in on him. Sweet but unnecessary and... A little strange. You were the one in the hospital. It felt like everyone knew something he didn't. Maybe he was dying. He almost protested when they gave him a stationary guard that day, but he was pretty tired. He probably wouldn't be any use in practice anyways.

     The second day, a group of them had decided to visit you. They urged him to come along, but it would have felt weird. He wasn't used to so much contact with you and frankly it was starting to mess with his head in strange ways. He wanted things to go back to normal. At least he thought he did. He wanted to disconnect, nothing good could come from forming an attachment. Besides, he had a few guesses as to what happened, and he didn't want other people to be around when that conversation happened. If it happened. He had a feeling you wouldn't want other people there either.

     Still, his worry increased exponentially and by the third day, Nyx was spacing out so often he'd completely forgotten to eat all day.

“--Nyx? Hey!”

He blinked out of his trance and looked up to see Pelna looking at him skeptically.

“Sorry, uh... What?” he asked. Pelna shook his head.

“Man.... You know it's pretty obvious you're worried. Just go visit,” he nudged. Nyx opened his mouth to protest but Pelna spoke over him.

“You know they've got no family here.”

Nyx narrowed his eyes at the ground.

“I didn't, actually...” he mused. Maybe he'd have to make a plan after all.

     The first thing you saw when you started to wake was a form leaning up against the far wall. As you blinked your eyes clear you were surprised to see Nyx looking up from his phone and walking over to your bedside. He placed a cup of water into your hands as you sat up, groaning, and took a seat in the chair next to you.

“Better?” he asked as he helped you put the glass on the beside table. You nodded, taking a breath.

“They said you're the one who... Called the ambulence,” you said finally. He nodded awkwardly.

“How.. Did you get into my apartment?” you probed. He looked a little guiltily to the side.

“Uh, yeah, you might need a new lock...”

You fought against a smile.

“You broke into my house?” you asked, more playful than angry.

“I mean if you wanna be technical about it...”

“Why?”

He seemed taken off guard by the quesiton.

“What? When a Glaive goes off the radar for 3 days people get worried,” he said, you could hear some annoyance in his voice. You stared down at your hands for a while.

“Well?” You couldn't handle the silence, and you knew you were both avoiding the inevitable.

“Well what?” he threw the ball back in your court.

“Are you going to ask me a thousand questions about why I did it?”

“Well not when you say it like that,” he answered, and this time you couldn't help smiling just a little. You could see him relax. He stood and stretched.

“Well, I probably shouldn't keep you awake too long. Just figured I'd stop by and see how you were,” he said tiredly.

“I'm... Glad you did,” you admitted. It was hard being in the hospital alone.

“Yeah? Is that fondness I hear? The kitty finally ready to put away its claws?” he teased. You sighed and closed your eyes.

“You're an ass Ulric,” you said with much less venom than you normally would.

“Yeah, heard that one before,” he said and slipped out of the room.

     When you woke around noon the next day, you were almost disappointed not to find someone there. You reached for your water and did a double take when you saw a vase of flowers and a malboro plush sitting on the table. You grabbed it and looked over it in amusement. What a strange gift. A nurse knocked and bustled in.

“Good to see you're awake. Your friend left those earlier,” she said, nodding at the presents, “are you hungry?”

You shook your head, but she placed a cup of fruit and yogurt on your side table anyways.

“My friend?” you asked. She smiled.

“The cute one, who brought you in,” she clarified. Oh. You felt yourself grow a little warm despite your best efforts to not care. That explained the strangeness of the gift. Still... It was soft and kinda cute.

     The next time Nyx visited, a couple days later, he was more pleased than he would admit to see you sleeping curled up with the plush in your arms. He had turned to leave when he heard your voice quietly behind him.

“Hey...”

He looked at you again and went to sit on the chair.

“Did I wake you up?”

You shook your head and stretched.

“These meds have got my sleeping schedule all fucked up,” you groaned. He laughed. You reached over and touched the flowers delicately.

“They're really beautiful,” you admired. He nodded.

“Back home we give them to people in recovery. Legend says it speeds up the process. Now, though, it's mostly tradition,” he shrugged. You leaned forward curiously. He never really talked about home, least of all to you. You gave your plush a squeeze.

“What about him? Are malboros sacred?” you asked with a grin. He smiled good naturedly.

“Just popular, and actually kinda tastey,” his smile widened at the horrified look on your face.

“When I broke my arm once my sister gave me one just like that.”

“I guess it is kinda cute...” you said fondly.

“See? He grows on you.”

It was strange, sitting there with Nyx Ulric of all people, in a relatively comfortable silence. Something you never would have thought even a week ago.

“Any idea when you're getting out?” he asked.

“They wanna keep me until they're sure I'm not a danger to myself anymore,” you said with a heavy sigh. He shifted in his seat.

“Are you?” he asked seriously. You rubbed your head.

“I... I don't know...” you confessed. He leaned forward and looked at you, there was an intensity you'd never seen before.

“Would you do it again?” he asked again. You felt yourself a little captivated, suddenly realizing how pretty his eyes were... Your chest hurt, suddenly and ferociously, and you looked up at the glaring lights to keep from crying.

“I don't fucking know...” you repeated. It really depended on how your life started to look, and right now it didn't look like anything would change. He only nodded. When he stood you felt his hand brush the top of your head quickly.

“Take a nap, Princess,” he said softly as he went to leave.

“Come back tomorrow,” you said without thinking. He wouldn't admit that he had already planned to, but he locked eyes with you and nodded.

     When Nyx walked in the next day you could tell he was up to something. Carrying his jacket hung around his arm, skirting past the nurse who was on her way out. He watched her leave before closing the door, alarming you a little.

“Uh....” you looked him over nervously. He sat in the chair.

“So I asked if we were allowed to bring in outside food and they said no....” he said, casting another look at the door before sliding a takeout box onto your table.

“So be quick.”

You looked between him and the box incredulously.

“Nyx!” you scolded, but your tone betrayed your amusement as you opened the box. You caught him suddenly grinning like a cat.

“Hey, that's the first time you've said my name,” he said, resting on his arms. You flushed a little when you realized he was right.

“I've said your name before,” you mumbled, looking down at the food. Something about your demeanor only encouraged him more.

“Not that name.”

You studied the food.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Try it first,” he demanded. He sounded like a parent. Instead, you looked closer.

“Wait, is that a tentacle?” you asked in alarm. Instead of replying he quickly speared a piece and pushed it past your open lips before you could protest and watched you curiously. You took the fork and removed it from your mouth. You chewed and hummed thoughtfully.

“This is... Really good,” you announced. You could've sworn he sat a little prouder.

“Told you they were tastey,” he said with a grin. You blinked and tried to piece it together when your eyes landed on the plush. Your eyes widened.

“Wait, seriously?” you asked.

“Can't take it back now,” he taunted.

“No, I mean... It's still really good... I don't think I can eat all this though,” you said. He snagged the fork out of your hand and stabbed another bite.

“Like I was gonna let you finish it all,” he huffed, putting the bite in his mouth. You stole the fork back.

“Besides, I've seen you in the food court, you eat slow. If I left it all to you they'd find us before we finished it.”

You took another bite.

“Why were you looking at me in the food court, Ulric?” you teased. You didn't expect him to get caught by it, but it did make him stumble a little.

“Because you're the weirdest, pickiest, slowest eater on the star,” he said with exasperation.

“Did you know there's a surprising number of ways to kill a man with a fork?” you asked innocently.

     The next time Nyx brought replacement flowers you were awake. He refilled the vase and switched the flowers as you watched.

“You know it's kind of boring at work without you to fight with,” he said. You laughed, picking out a flower and smelling it.

“Wow, you actually laughed at my joke,” he said, sounding actually a little surprised.

“Yeah, don't get used to it. I'm still on a few drugs,” you taunted, but you were smiling.

“So... Seriously, how are you doing?” he asked. He looked so genuine you were taken aback for a minute.

“Well.. The doctor says I'm showing improvement so I probably won't be sent to the Psych Ward...”

He shook his head.

“I don't mean what they think. What do you think?”

You took a steady breath as you thought about it. Then you looked up at him.

“I'm starting to think.... Maybe I'm not the friendless loser I thought I was,” you said. He looked startled.

“You seriously thought...?” he sounded kind of appalled.

“Someone I thought was my friend tried to rape me,” you said plainly, feeling a little dizzy.

“Believe it or not, that's not the worst betrayal I've ever felt. But it just keeps happening, and I never seem to make any friends and...” you had to stop when your voice cracked and you looked at the bright lights again.

“What about us?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“We're friends,” he said simply. This startled you. What startled you more was that you didn't immediately want to deny it.

“I mean that's what that nurse keeps saying...” he said with a shrug. It made you giggle and the threat to cry passed.

“If I asked what could be worse than a friend trying to rape you, would you answer?” he asked. You thought hard for a moment, then nodded.

“An ex-lover, turning your family in to the Niffs for being part of a resistance. Getting them all... All killed.”

“Six...” he breathed.

“No wonder you act like everyone's out to get you,” he said with a small smile that you returned. A thread of understanding passed between you.

“Do yourself a favor, alright? Don't blame yourself,” he said suddenly. Your heart constricted as you looked up at him.

“Look I've been down that road, my story isn't a whole lot different from yours actually. It wasn't... None of it was your fault,” he said with confidence. The threat to cry was no longer a threat as you suddenly felt tear tracks down your face. You were overwhelmed, bringing your knees up and burying your face in the blanket to muffle your crying. You didn't want a nurse barging in here. You expected Nyx to leave, to slip out awkwardly. Instead he scooted closer and made long strokes with his hand from the top of your head down your back. He stayed that way through the whole half hour it took to calm you. When you finally sniffled to a stop and lifted your head, he helped dry your face.

“You good?” he asked, and the cavalier attitude made you laugh through your sniffles. You nodded. He stood.

“Alright, they're probably about to come kick me out, so I'd better go. I'll see you tomorrow.”

You caught him as he was about to open the door.

“Nyx...”

He turned to look back at you expectantly.

“Thanks. I mean for like.. Everything the past week,” you said as genuinely as you could. He looked surprised, but pleased. Then he went back to his smarmy self.

“What are heroes for?” he said with a nod before leaving. Strangely, you were finding his ridiculous charm more endearing than annoying.

     “Guess what!” you exclaimed practically the second he walked in. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“Okay I'll bite. What?” he asked.

“They're releasing me soon.”

“What, really?” he hurried to go sit in the chair. You nodded.

“What changed so suddenly?”

“Someone convinced me to like myself a little more. Made me feel less alone. Made me think maybe they're worth pursuing. And I'd have to be alive to do that...” you tested. He moved closer.

“Pursuing, huh? Pursuing how?” he challenged. You took the chance, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. You didn't want to pull away, but you didn't want to pressure him.

“Hmm.... Something tells me you're not gonna have to try very hard,” he responded, then closed the distance again, holding the kiss longer this time. When you broke, you were trying to collect your thoughts.

“You know Crowe's never gonna let us live this down...” he warned.

[thatbloodycountess]

Chocobro Fantasy Week: Prompto

It’s Day 3! Let’s keep the train rolling!

 There’s still room for one more character! Leave your suggestion in my ask box. Again, under the cut for NSFW content.

Prompto could barely sit still on the ride back to Lestallum. Adrenaline still surged through his veins nearly an hour since the cadre of Malboro were killed. He bounced his knee in a rapid rhythm, earning an annoyed glance from Cor. The gunner had developed into quite the capable hunter since the long night began three years ago, but this was his first major kill. For possibly the first time, he didn’t feel useless or dependent on others. He took care of business in his own right. It was a shame Gladio and Ignis weren’t there to witness it but they were off on their own hunts as well. At least he snapped photos of the remnants for posterity. And bragging rights.

 He was out of the truck as soon as Cor parked in front of the house. Cor declined the invitation to come inside. After bidding the Marshal safe travels, Prompto walked through the front door of the home you shared with him. The living room was dark and empty as well as the kitchen. He spotted the light at the end of the hall. He walked down the hall towards the bedroom. He could hear the shower running from the adjoining bathroom. The adrenaline was still going strong and images of you naked in the shower began running through his mind. His jaw clenched as he imagined soap suds sliding down your body.

 ---

 You turned the water off and wrapped yourself in a clean fluffy towel before stepping out of the shower. You dried off before putting your pajamas on. The house was so empty without Prompto around. He left a week ago for Meldacio and the last text you received was three days ago. You were sure he was fine but there were few assurances these days. You ran a brush through your damp hair before leaving the bathroom, flipping the lights off along the way.

 Just as you went to climb into bed, someone or something grabbed you. A pair of lips crashed onto yours before you knew what was happening. Toned arms wrapped themselves around your waist and held you tightly. You clenched your fists before shoving them away, getting a good look at the intruder.

 “Prompto?!”

 “Hey.” His voice was low and his blue eyes were locked on yours.

 “You scared the hell out of me!”

 “Sorry.”

 His lips were on yours before you could yell at him again. You tried to push him away a second time but he grabbed your wrists in a firm grip. He nibbled on your bottom lip before plunging his tongue into your mouth. Your protests were quickly becoming a distant memory as your tongue fought his for dominance. He released your wrists and grabbed your shirt. He broke away from you long enough to yank it over your head before his lips attacked your throat. A pleased hum escaped your parted lips as he nipped and sucked bruises into the tender flesh. You unbuckled his belt as he continued his assault, leaving deep bruises all the way down to your shoulder.

 He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down to your knees. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock from his underwear. Before you could move, he grabbed you by the back of your head and forced himself into your mouth. He clenched your hair tightly in his fist as he moved you, forcing his member to hit the back of your throat. You were beginning to wonder where all of this was coming from. Prompto had never been forceful before and it really was turning you on. You held onto his hips as he fucked your mouth, your eyes looking into his. Prompto hissed as your warm mouth swallowed him whole. You looked so debauched on your knees with his cock in your mouth. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and snapped a few photos.

 He tossed his phone on the nightstand before pulling you off his cock by your hair. He dragged you towards the bed and threw you down on the mattress. You tried to sit up but he merely pushed you back down. He stepped out of his boots and undressed himself before yanking your pajama pants down. His lips curled into a smirk as he grabbed his gun from the holster he left on the floor with his clothes before he straddled you.

 Prompto brushed the barrel of the weapon across your bottom lip, the cool metal causing your breath to hitch. He trailed it down your cheek and then continued down your collarbone. He took a nipple into his mouth, pulling roughly with his teeth as the barrel reached the valley between your breasts. A loud shriek passed your lips as he tugged on your sensitive flesh a second time. The gun came to rest at your core, still concealed by your panties. He rubbed it against the fabric, earning a moan from you. He lifted himself off you, setting the weapon down next to him. He flipped you over onto your knees and ripped your panties off.

 He pumped his shaft a few times before plunging himself inside of you to the hilt in a single thrust. You screamed as you clenched the sheets with your fingers. He didn’t bother waiting for you to adjust to his thickness before he started to pound away at your pussy. Prompto’s grip on your hips was so tight that you could already feel the bruises forming on your skin. You heard a low growl from behind you as he slapped you hard on the ass. You moaned into the comforter as he filled you completely with each intense thrust.

 He grabbed you by the hair, bringing you up on your knees in front of him. He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you in place while he grabbed his gun with the other. He began fucking you again as he teased your nipples with the barrel. You squirmed in his grip at the overwhelming sensations.

 “Be careful.” he whispered in your ear. “It’s loaded.”

 The revelation shot heat straight to your core and you almost wished he would fuck you with the gun. Almost. You placed a hand behind his head and kissed him, your tongue darting into his mouth. He maintained his relentless pace as he trailed the gun down the center of your body towards your clit. You arched your back when the metal brushed against your sensitive bud. You squeezed a breast with your free hand and teased the nipple between your fingers as you felt the gun moving faster on your clit.

 You felt your walls flutter around his cock. You desperately wanted to cum but you didn’t dare ask. Prompto was in control and him having control over your pleasure was hot. He broke your kiss, forcing your screams into the air. He wanted to hear you scream his name. He wanted the whole city to know who was taking your tight pussy. The coil deep within your belly snapped, your orgasm crashing down upon you. Prompto smirked when he heard his name, his hips still snapping upwards towards you and the gun still on your clit. You struggled to remain upright as he chased his own release.

 He came moments later, painting your walls with his seed. He set the gun aside before letting you fall back against him. He brushed your hair from your sweat soaked forehead as he held you close. He whispered that he loved you in your ear as you tried to kiss him but your body was completely exhausted.

 “Welcome home.” It was all you could manage.

 A wide smile formed on his lips, lighting up the constellations on his face.

 “Good hunt?”

 His eyes lit up as he laughed. “The best.”

 He helped you climb under the blankets before following behind you. He pulled you into his arms and regaled you with the story of his best hunt to date.