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thedragontamerying · 6 years ago

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So I’ve had this idea for a while and just recently got the courage to go ahead and write it. >///< I don’t think writing body movement or actions are my strongest point so this was kinda a challenge when it came to the dance steps, but I hope you all enjoy nonetheless! In case it wasn’t obvious from the stated ages, this story takes place years before the main ffxv story does (think Brotherhood).

If you want to see what kind of dancing is in this you can watch a video here and if you want to hear the music that plays you can listen to it here. (I really like the music for this. It’s so bouncy!)

Tagging: @insomniasix @theyearofdiamonddogs @zoeyredbird1 @seal-pai @ffxv-ocs-unite @sgt-paintbrush

[Masterlist]

Belle of the Ball

“A dance?”

Artemisia sighed. “It’s more of a ball.”

“Ooh, fancy.” Her father, Dimitrios, whistled as he dried off a recently washed dinner plate.

Artemisia groaned in her seat at the dinner table, cupping her head in her hands. Her mother, Sotiria, leaned against the small kitchen island table. “Well, what’s so bad about that?”

“Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?”

Her father turned off the sink faucet and turned around, sheepishly smiling at his dejected daughter. “Sorry hon, I think the water might have drowned you out a bit. Ya gotta learn to speak up a little.”

“Plus you know we have bad hearing.” Sotiria pointed at her ear. “Old age and all.”

Artemisia sighed.

“Just give us a quick run down, Arty.”

“A ball? You mean, like the really big fancy ones?”

Ismene hummed in confirmation to her nervous student as she sorted out some papers through her filing cabinet. “We used to have one every year before The Wall came up. Back then it was used to keep good spirits between Insomnia and foreign royalty. But thanks to Niflheim and our current security, we haven’t had one in a long time.”

The nineteen year old narrowed her eyes in thought. “So why have one now?”

“The king is hoping it would help keep good spirits between the few noble families in the city. Apparently some of them are annoyed that the only time their invited to the Citadel is if it’s for important business.” Ismene smirked hearing the small scoff from Artemisia.

“Did they forget that we’re at war right now?”

“A majority of them aren’t involved in the Crownsguard or the Kingsglaive, so that possibility is actually higher than you think.” Ismene glanced over her shoulder at her student. “Regardless, it will be a fun night.”

Artemisia fidgeted. “These sort of things aren’t really for me, Ismene…”

“I’m aware.”

“Do I really have to go?”

Ismene rolled her eyes at Artemisia’s reluctance. “Yes, all Citadel officials have to be present for it.”

“Technically I’m still in training, so…” Artemisia’s retort died under Ismene’s stare.

The older woman sighed. “Artemis, I understand it can be nerve wracking having to keep up appearances around all those strangers. But the more you do it, the more you’ll become accustomed to it and it will become second nature for you. And trust me, it’s not as bad as you think it will be. It’s all just formality, after all.” Artemisia stared down at her fidgeting foot as Ismene continued. “You won’t have to discuss politics with anyone or try to prove yourself. Trust me, if anyone has anything important that they need to discuss, they’ll come to me. Besides, the prince and his friends will be there as well. You can spend the night with them, that will be fun. Plus I’m sure the prince will enjoy having you around to be his escapegoat from talking with anyone else.”

Artemisia fidgeted. “I don’t really… have anything nice for a royal ball.”

Ismene closed the newly organized cabinet -- though Artemisia doubted it would stay that way for long -- and grinned at her apprentice. “No need to worry about that. We can go on a little shopping trip and we’ll find something nice.”

Artemisia weakly smiled, her hesitance still obvious.

“I assure you, Artemis. You’ll have a great time.”

Artemisia’s parents, now seated at the table with her, lightly nodded and hummed in understanding.

“I guess I see where your anxiety is coming from…” Sotiria tapped her cheek thoughtfully.

“But still,” Dimitrios interjected, always one to look on the bright side. “If you’re not obligated to talk to the fancy folk, then it’s just a regular dance right? That’s not bad!”

“It’s more than that, Dad!” Artemisia exasperated, laying her head on the table and covering the top with her arms like they could shield her from the dreaded future. “I’m going to embarrass myself, I know I will. Or worse, I’ll embarrass Ismene and Noctis.” She’s known Noctis for ten years and had been officially working under Ismene for six years. Within that time she has grown comfortable with a majority of other Citadel and Crownsguard members, but not so much with other high-born members of Insomnia that regularly met with the king. Despite every bit of logic and experience she’s had with nobility and even royalty -- granted though, Noctis and Gladiolus didn’t really fit the mold constructed for people of their position -- she couldn’t help but still have this feeling of inferiority and awkwardness. She knew it was ridiculous, especially since she was not the only ‘common-blood’ amongst Noctis’ friends. Prompto had no titles or enormous riches, yet he never seemed to care about the sociological position of the rest of the guys. Whatever it was that caused his seemingly carefree attitude, Artemisia wishes she could get some of it too.

“Artemis, I think you’re overthinking things again.” Sotiria sighed. “I highly doubt Ismene would put you through something like this if she didn’t think that you were capable of handling it.” Artemisia glanced up at her mom when she saw the reministant smile on her face. “Besides, if the prince wasn’t embarrassed by you at all when you were younger then there’s no way you could embarrass him now.” Artemisia couldn’t help the small huff of amusement from her nose. She had a point; if Noctis wasn’t weirded out by their first meeting, then chances are he could handle any kind of awkwardness she might unintentionally throw his way.

“I vote that you go!” Dimitrios shouted, his handing standing tall over his head. “But I want pictures! You gotta let me take pictures first before you go to the dance.”

“That’s the only reason you really want her to go, isn’t it?” Sotiria looked at her husband suspiciously, reading him like the books that he creates.

“Well, that fancy school Ismene put her in didn’t have any dances, so we never got to see her dressed up like the princess that she is.” Dimitrios cried dramatically.

“Dancing isn’t really something that a tactician needs to know, Dad.”

“Whatever, the vote is two-to-one so you’re going to that dance, little missy. And I’m taking pictures!”

Artemisia couldn’t help but giggle at her father’s declaration. Her smiling mother shrugged, hinting that there was no way she was going to get out of the ball now. “Ismene said that you guys can come too, if you’re interested.”

“Oh no thanks, that’s too fancy for us.” Artemisia’s parents said in unison, giving her a thumbs up. “Good luck though!”

Hypocrites...

While Artemisia had accepted her fate to the night of the ball, all the preparations were turning out to be more overwhelming than the actual event would. The boutique that Ismene took her to was absolutely gorgeous and the dresses were breathtaking.

Also expensive. Very expensive.

Why was everything so expensive?!

Expensive enough that Artemisia didn’t touch anything that wasn’t specifically handed to her. One dress alone was going to put a major dent into her savings, she didn’t want to risk breaking something else and paying for that too. Thankfully, Ismene was friends with the owner and was able to get a discount for her. After that was a visit to the salon to consult with a hair and makeup artist. Artemisia had worried that her recently cut hair would limit her styling options, but the stylist declared that a good stylist has no limitations. Artemisia decided to trust his enthusiasm.

The night finally came, and after meeting with the cosmetologist, sorting out her new dress and enduring several minutes of an impromptu photoshoot from her gleeful father, she had made it to the Citadel with Ismene. Ismene had ushered Artemisia to on ahead as she spoke with Cor. Artemisia fidgeted with her hands as she made her way to down the luxurious hall towards the ballroom. The echo of her heels was slowly drowned out by the growing noise of the party goers as she neared the door.

“Quit it Ignis…”

“At least try to look presentable, Noct.”

“Prompto, turn the flash off on that thing.”

“Sorry Big Guy, the lighting in here is horrible though.”

Artemisia heard the muffled voices of her friends just beyond the door. She hesitated, her hand raised just inches from the doorknob. She groaned defeatedly before taking a deep breath in and shaking the tension out of her arms.

“I just want tonight to be over.” Noctis’ complaint was cut off as the door creaked open. The four men’s attention landed on Artemisia as she shut the door behind her with a sheepish smile. She stood awkwardly as the guys looked her up and down.

“H-How do I look?” She held her arms out slightly at her side, showing off the long blue transparent fabric that trailed below her arms. Silver bands around her biceps and her wrists kept the fabric from touching the ground. Her dress was a light blue color that descended into a darker blue at the bottom. The clothing was long enough to end just above her toes, her high heels keeping the fabric from touching the ground. Her hair had been tied back into a small braided bun with her side bangs framing her face.

After a moment of silence, Noctis shrugged. “It will do, I guess.”

Artemisia playfully glared at her friend, immediately picking up on the teasing tone in his voice. Prompto elbowed Noctis, causing the latter to laugh. “Don’t listen to him, you look amazing!”

“Indeed, you look beautiful.” Ignis added.

Gladiolus was quiet for another moment before clearing his throat. “Yeah, you look really nice.”

Artemisia smiled, a light shade of pink on her cheeks. “Thanks, guys. You guys look great too.” Noctis wore an all black suit that had small lines of white traveling down. She’s seen him wear it on the few occasions he attended business with the king, and everytime he wore it he looked just as handsome as his father. It always brought a smile to Artemisia’s face. Prompto’s suit was light blue with a white shirt underneath and a matching blue bowtie. The color brought out his eyes and made the freckles on his face stand out. Ignis’ suit was a dark maroon color, with a black shirt and a darker maroon vest. His usually combed down hair was slicked back for the special night and Artemisia knew that he was going to be popular tonight.

“Why aren’t you wearing a suit?” Artemisia asked Gladiolus, the taller man wearing his usual guard uniform. Gladiolus shrugged nonchalantly, though his furrowed eyebrows hinted at some disappointment. “On duty tonight, along with a few other Crownsguard. Those nobles can get kinda rowdy with enough wine, and someone’s gotta be there in case his highness here gets ganged up on.”

Prompto snickered. “I’m sure some of the girls down there would love to get a piece of ya, Noct.” Noctis rolled his eyes, obviously not fond of the possibility of being gawked over by a bunch of strangers.

A signal from a nearby Crownsguard member alerted the five that it was time for the king and prince to make their entrance, the party goers being deemed safe and all security in place. Prompto ran ahead of the others, stating that he wanted a good spot to get some pictures of everyone coming out. As the other four made their way down to the ballroom, Noctis offered up his arm to Artemisia. She raised a brow at the unusual gesture. “Having you with me might save me the trouble of declining all the dads here from meeting their daughters.”

Artemisia giggled. “Think I’m enough to scare off competition?”

“Good enough for me.”

Artemisia couldn’t help but laugh more at the flattery, locking her arm with Noctis’ and tugging him a bit closer for a playful cuddle.

Despite the uplifting verbal affections from the guys, as soon as they entered the ballroom, Artemisia’s body went rigid and her breath hitched in her throat. She could see the eyes of all the attendees focus on them as the group stood behind the approaching king and his entourage. The king smiled and greeted his son and his friends, all of them bowing in return before the older man looked out from the balcony at the party goers down below, welcoming them all.

King Regis continued on with some sort of speech that Artemisia felt like she should be paying more attention too but she couldn’t distract herself from all the eyes on them. The happy smile that she had a few minutes ago fell into quivering attempt of a smile. She tried to keep up appearances but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as the king’s speech rattled on. Not even Prompto’s distant attempts to get her to smile for his camera helped. She couldn’t relax with so many strangers looking at her. Logically speaking, she knew that they were looking at the king and Noctis and most likely didn’t pay her any mind, but that didn’t make the anxious feeling go away. It definitely felt like people were staring at her. Why would they staring? Did she look bad? Was she underdressed? Overdressed? Did it look like she was trying too hard?

Her hands felt clammy and her temperature seemed to rise once she noticed a couple glance in her direction and then whisper amongst themselves. Questions of why they suddenly started talking once they looked at her ran through her head like a bullet train, with multiple negative answers coming in just as fast. Her eyes slowly moved down to her arm that was still interlocked with Noctis’. Am I making Noctis look bad? Oh Gods, I must be so gaudy next to him. I should just move back more so--

Her attempt to disappear to the back was foiled by Noctis, who secured her arm around his tightly once he felt her move. She looked at him questionly but quickly noticing a similar look of uneasiness in his eyes. Her tense muscles relaxed slightly, her desire to comfort her anxious friend overriding her own worries.

“And with that, please enjoy the festivities.” King Regis finally finished speaking, the attendees clapping before slowly dispersing around the ballroom as music from the orchestra began to play. Many took off to the side lines to talk amongst themselves and enjoy the treats provided by the Citadel staff while a few couples began to dance to the music. A few of the king’s entourage bowed to Regis before descending down the balcony staircase to join in the merrymaking as the king came over to Noctis and his friends. “I’m glad to see that you decided to come tonight. I was worried that you wouldn’t.”

Noctis scoffed. “Even if I tried, Ignis wouldn’t have let that happen.”

Regis chuckled and looked at Ignis with a grateful smile. “Thank the Astrals for him then.”

“Merely doing my duty, your highness.” Ignis stated.

Regis turned his attention to Artemisia. “It’s nice to see you, my dear.” The older man smiled. “You look lovely tonight.”

Artemisia blushed shyly, averting her gaze to the ground as she lightly bowed. “T-Thank you, your majesty.”

“I hate to take you away from your date,” Noctis blushed and clarified that she was not a date before his father continued, “But I would like it if you could greet some of the guests with me.”

Noctis groaned but relented to the request after Ignis shot a look at him. The two young men followed Regis down the stairs after excusing themselves. Artemisia gave a small wave goodbye before sighing, figuring that she was going to have to continue the night on her own. “Artemis,” she jumped slightly hearing Gladiolus’ baritone voice and saw him standing by the opposite flight of stairs with his hand held out. “Need help getting down the stairs? I’m sure those heels don’t make walking easy.”

“Heh, yeah, thanks.” Artemisia chuckled sheepishly, placing her hand into his larger one. Artemisia lightly gripped the fabric of her dress to lift the hem slightly as a precaution as they walked down the curved stairs step by careful step. “You looked nervous,” Gladiolus said once they fell into a slow stepping rhythm. Artemisia weakly smiled, “Yeah… It’s stupid, I thought everyone was staring at me…”

Gladiolus gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Even if they were, I can tell you now that’s it’s not because of what you were thinking.”

Artemisia gave a genuine smile in thanks before the two fell into comfortable silence as they approached the bottom of the stairs. Taking the moment to look out to the crowd, she had seen some of the younger women stare at Gladiolus, giggling amongst themselves flustered. “It’s a shame you didn’t get to dress up,” Artemisia smirked, “I bet you would have looked good.”

Gladiolus snickered. “Won’t argue with you there. But I make anything look good.” Artemisia playfully rolled her eyes, chuckling at the teasing look in his eyes. Gladiolus slowly released her hand once they reached the end of the stairs. “I’m also a pretty good dancer too.”

“Oh really? Those giant feet are capable of keeping a beat?”

“Ha! Trust me, you won’t find a better waltz partner in all of Insomnia.”

Artemisia lifted a brow. “Says who?”

“Iris… When she was five.”

Artemisia laughed. “Can’t argue with that, I suppose.” Gladiolus smiled down at her as Artemisia calmed her laughter to quiet giggles. Gladiolus opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something.

“Gladio!” The young man blinked in surprise to hearing his name so suddenly. The two looked over Artemisia’s shoulder and saw Cor. “We got a couple of rowdy ones over there. Make sure they don’t cause any trouble.” Gladiolus nodded, but as soon as Cor walked off his figure visibly slacked and he sighed. “Five minutes in and someone’s already drunk. The people here know how to party.” Despite the joke, Artemisia could see smallest bit of reluctance in his eyes. “Duty calls.” Artemisia nodded in understanding, though she desperately wished he could stay. As he walked off, Gladiolus looked back to Artemisia. “Stop worrying so much, okay. Try to mingle and have some fun.”

Artemisia blinked at his command as he walked off and left her by herself. There she stood, awkwardly smiling at anyone who happened to glance at her before she gave in to her nerves and decided to move over to the food table as far back in the room and stay there for the whole night. She knew that Ismene and Gladiolus would be disappointed to see her keeping to herself, but at least she’d have the comfort of luxury sweets for the next two hours.

Indulging herself on the different types of snack food and drinks, Artemisia found the most empty corner of the room to wait out the rest of the night. Occasionally she caught sight of the guys, but Noctis was constantly being pulled back and forth by enthusiastic party goers. Gladiolus seemed to be the most preoccupied, either keeping watch over Noctis and saving him from the crowds or just trying to make sure no one got into a drunken fight. She had actually talked to Prompto off and on several times, but he was excitedly preoccupying himself with his photography and she didn’t have the heart to ask him to sit with her for a while. Surprisingly enough she hadn’t seen much of Ignis, though she assumed that he was making up for any lack of sociability from Noctis by speaking with the guests.

Artemisia took a sip from her drink, glancing at the large clock on the upper balcony. She sighed seeing the time. Forty-five minutes down, another seventy-five to go.

The clicking of approaching shoes caught her attention and she immediately perked up once she recognized the maroon suit. “Oh Ignis! There you are.” Artemisia greeted her friend as he approached the table. Artemisia handed him a cup of water. “I was wondering where you ran off to.”

“Entertainment,” Ignis thanked her for the drink and took some small sips, “Noct is no savant of conversation, so I’ve been picking up the pieces.”

How did I guess…

“What about you?” Ignis looked down at Artemisia suspiciously. “You haven’t been sitting here the entire time, have you?”

Artemisia averted her eyes away from his, a guilty blush on her face. “Uh… Well, I’ve said hello to anyone that has walked this way.”

Ignis sighed. “Come now, Artemis. You shouldn’t be wasting the night away, especially not when you’ve gone to the expense of dressing for it.” Artemisia sheepishly smiled and remained quiet; she knew he was right. She went to all the trouble of coming and she wasn’t enjoying it at all. Regardless, she couldn’t find the nerve to socialize with the crowd of strangers.

The two stood in silence, Ignis taking sips from his drink as they watched the other guests. Some of them were dancing in the middle of the room, staying within their small circles and avoiding each other gracefully. Those who weren’t dancing were either waiting for an opening to join in from the side lines and enjoying the sight or talking amongst themselves. The current song slowly started to die down, the piece coming to an end. Artemisia looked up and saw that Ignis seemed to be staring at her from the corner of his eye. “What?” He didn’t respond, instead swallowing the last of his drink and placing the empty cup on the table. He walked forward as the music came to an end the dancers slowly dispersed from the floor, a few other couples ready to take their places. Artemisia blinked when Ignis held his hand out for her.

“Dance with me.”

“Huh?!” Artemisia’s face flushed red at the sudden request. “I-I-I… Uh… I d-d-duh…” She sputtered before regaining control over her mouth. “I-I appreciate the gesture Ignis, but I d-don’t dance.”

“Then let tonight be an exception.”

“Let me reiterate that: I CAN’T dance.”

“Neither can a majority of the people here.” He took hold of her hand, practically dragging her on to the dance floor once the music started. “Don’t worry, I can show you.” Artemisia stumbled as they walked onto the floor, surprised by Ignis’ unusual insistence. She regained her balance once Ignis stopped and saw that they were at the center of the dance floor. She immediately wanted to run back into crowd and disappear for the rest of the night, but Ignis kept her with him as he brought her hand up to his shoulder. He excused himself before placing his hand on her bare left shoulder blade. He held his left hand out and waited for her to take it with her right. “I-Ignis, really, I can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

Artemisia was taken back from Ignis’ persistence, looking at him widened eyes. After a moment, she hesitantly took his hand with hers. Ignis squeezed her hand, tightening his grip to steady her as he began to move. “First step back,” he instructed as he stepped forward with his left foot, making Artemisia step back with her right. Artemisia tried to follow Ignis’ movements as he continued through the simple waltz steps, trying to guide her body in the right direction with his own. She stepped to the side a bit later than him though and accidentally stepped on Ignis’ toes with her heel. He didn’t make any noise but Artemisia saw the small flinch of pain. “I’m so sorry, Ignis! S-See, I told you I can’t dance.”

“It’s alright, Artemis. It was just a small misstep.”

A couple more of those missteps and Artemisia was starting to worry about Ignis’ potentially bleeding foot. “Really Ignis, I think we should stop.”

“It’s your first time dancing the waltz,” Ignis didn’t loosen his hold on her as he continued with the dance, “Mistakes are going to be made, but how else will you improve.”

A few more foot mishaps and Artemisia finally began to understand the motions. She watched her feet, going where her dance partner directed her with his body. He’d step forward, she’d step back. He’d step to the side, she’d follow in the same direction. Ignis went into a turn and she nervously let him carry her through the motion. “See? You’re a natural.” Ignis praised. Artemisia sheepishly chuckled, looking away from her feet to meet his eyes. “I think I have a better teacher than anything else.”

The two friends continued dancing along with the rest of the couples, the crowd around them minding their own business while enjoying the festivities. Artemisia glanced around the room as they moved, confident enough with her body now to know where she should go. She made eye contact with Noctis, the young prince looking as begrudgingly as before and Prompto standing next to him and looking through his camera’s photos. She smiled at Noctis, trying to communicate with just her eyes how impressed she was at herself for learning how to dance somewhat. Whether he understood or not, he boredly blinked before looking over at the orchestra and a suspicious smile formed on his lips. Artemisia raised a brow as Noctis whispered to the conductor before looking back her and giving her a small thumbs up.

Suddenly the peaceful music cut off, leaving just the confused chatter of the guests the only noise in the large room. The dancers all came to a slow stop and looked over at the musicians, just as confused as everyone else for the abrupt cut. The conductor quickly went through music sheets as the musicians did the same, for some it looked like this was going to be the first time they going to play for the night. He looked over his shoulder at the guests apologetically before bringing his players to attention. He spared one more seeking glance down at Noctis, who gave him a big confident nod.

The conductor brought his arms up in the ready, holding them there as everyone looked on in anticipation. After a few moments of silence, the conductor slammed his arms down and a row of trumpets rang out. The sudden loudness startled the guests as the new lively music played, the new combination of jazzy trumpets and saxophones with the loud beating drums leaving them unsure on what to do. Artemisia glanced at Noctis again and saw he staring at them with the a smug grin.

Actually, it looked more like he was staring at Ignis, as the latter stared back at him and the two seemed to have an almost telepathic conversation. Artemisia detected the smallest hint of challenge between the two before Ignis returned his attention to her. He held out his arms in the same position as before expectantly. Artemisia blinked at the strange interaction but slowly took the position she had before. “What’s going on Ignis?” She instantly regretted giving him her hand when he simply said “Follow my lead.”

She gulped, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of this. “Long strides to the my left.” Ignis instructed through the loud music. Allowing her body to be guided by him, Artemisia focused on trying to keep up with his long steps, their feet moving quickly in tune with the upbeat music.

The crowd around them watched the two, confusion turning to amusement. The lingering dancers cleared the floor for the two friends’ impromptu dance number. “On my mark, hop.” Artemisia anxiously looked at Ignis but nodded. At his signal, the two lightly jumped in the air, the hem of Artemisia’s dress rising with the motion before gracefully settling as she came down. As she hit the floor though, her accidentally staggered forward and would have fallen directly on her face if it were not for Ignis’ hold. “S-Sorry Ignis--”

“Don’t worry,” He reassured as he brought them through a motion similar to the waltz, “Keep going.”

They glided around the floor, leaping and bouncing to the beat of the music. The crowd -- aware or not of the mistakes and missteps Artemisia made -- watched excitedly at their animated dancing, occasionally cheering whenever they sprung in the air for a graceful leap. And despite the watching eyes, her own mistakes, and her previous worries, Artemisia had to admit that she was having fun.

The two centered themselves in the middle of the large clearing as the music became more thumpity. Their feet bounced to the beat, swinging in place and lightly kicking out. Artemisia watched her feet to hopefully avoid stepping on her partner again and followed the actions of his nimble feet. “I’m actually surprised with how well this is going…” She whispered to her bouncing friend.

“You shouldn’t be.” He replied, “You’re a fast learner, this was to be expected.”

Artemisia smiled at the compliment and took the time during their simple repeated movements to look around the crowd. Noctis and Prompto were in the same place as before, with Prompto now wildly taking as many pictures as possible of her and Ignis -- he was going to parade those off for the rest of the week no doubt. Noctis had a small pout instead of his previous grin, but he gave a small smile back when she caught his eye.

“I’m going to lift you.”

“What?” Artemisia’s eyes went wide as Ignis’ hands went to her waist and lifted her above the ground as the trumpets rang out. Her hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her in an ark motion.

He gently brought her back to the ground and the two bounced back into the quick waltz motion from before. As the music began to build up, the trumpets’ notes becoming bouncy and the percussion adding suspense, Ignis brought the two of them back to their quick, long strides. “Keep your legs pointed out and jump.” Just as the trumpets erupted, the two lifted up in a grand leap, their legs mirroring each other as they remained pointed out on each side. Landing without trouble, Ignis maneuvered them to the center of the floor as their feet kept with the closing music. With one more thunderous note, Ignis spun Artemisia to his side for the finale.

The crowd immediately broke into applause, cheering and clapping for the wonderful performance. The two heavily panting dancers glanced at each other before Ignis bowed in gratitude to the audience, his arms gesturing to Artemisia as a direction for the praise. Flustered from the attention, Artemisia sheepishly curtsied in thanks. She glanced down at Ignis, taking note of the soft glow of pink and the small proud smile on his face that she returned.

Noctis and Prompto made their way through as the crowd slowly dispersed and to their friends. “O. M. G. Guys, that was amazing!” Prompto cheered, his eyes bright with excitement. “And I got some amazing shots if I do say so myself.”

Artemisia gave a breathy laugh in response before looking to Ignis and Noctis. “As fun as that was, care to explain what that was about?”

“Quickstep…”

Artemisia glared at Noctis before Ignis answered. “Noct here was upset that I had tried to teach him how to dance like a proper gentleman before tonight and he thought spontaneously changing the music would confuse me and would prove his claim of me being a ‘bad, pushy teacher’.”

Artemisia snorted seeing Noctis’ guilty frown -- his idea was easier to figure out that he anticipated. “Really Noct? You thought you could trip Ignis up?”

Noctis begrudgingly sighed. “I know, I know, of course he was perfect.”

“While I would argue that it wasn’t perfect and that there is much to improve on,” Ignis’ humble aura dissipated as he shot Noctis a teasing smirk. “I will say you could be at the same level if you had followed my teachings.”

Noctis lightly blushed, embarrassed by the truth behind his words. “I can get by just fine, thanks.”

“Is that so? Well,” Ignis lightly shoved Noctis towards Artemisia as another song began, “Have at it, then.” With one more tired grin over his shoulder, Ignis disappeared into the crowd of people.

Artemisia smiled at her noticeably awkward friend. “We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to Noct.”

Before the young man could respond, Prompto squeezed in front of him. “I do!” The enthusiastic blonde grabbed Artemisia’s hand and began marching them back onto the dance floor, ignoring Noctis’ protests. “Let’s cut a rug, Artemis!”

The rest of the night was spent trading between Noctis and Prompto as the two tried to prove that they could be as smooth as her previous partner, every misstep and punctured foot followed by a laugh and good hearty fun. And despite her feet aching and her body being sore by the end of the night, Artemisia decided that if every future dance ended like tonight --

I wouldn’t mind it

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insomniasix · 7 years ago

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Promise

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Night Out

Happy Birthday

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Friday Part I | Part II

Not you again/Leave me alone

#masterlist #masterlist : OC stories #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #ffxv oc #six ulric #evita hemlock #muerlin zephyr #chocobros x oc #gladio x oc #gladix #gladio x six

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kkourinn-blog · 3 years ago

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Meet Astra! She’s my OC from my FFXV fanfic I’m writing titled “Replica of Night” on AO3. I commissioned the art from @kiminie71 on Instagram and all credit goes to them.

I just really wanted the chocobros and friends to get a happy ending, so I wrote in Astra Lucis Caelum, Noctis’ twin sister. (I know, super basic.) Despite being the eldest, she wasn’t crown princess which she didn’t really care for. A peculiar thing about her is that her magic isn’t compatible with her body, straining her health and turning the tips of her hair lighter. (Important plot point ‘cause who doesn’t like a mc with color-changing hair.) She’s often been used as a diplomat but is really impatient and quick to anger, unlike Noctis who doesn’t really show his true emotions often. The defining factor of her character and really the whole story is her relationship with Noctis. The story is about a pair of siblings looking out for each other. Prompto and her have a little something going on throughout the story too ;)

Here’s the link to the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34786063

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seleneulric · 5 years ago

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#finalfantasyxv #ff15 ignis #ignis scientia #final fantasy #ignis/oc #ignis x reader #ffxv noctis #noctis caelum #prince noctis #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum #chocobros #ffxv prompto

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the-blind-geisha · 4 years ago

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To-Do List 2021

As I am certain I won’t get through some of these before 2020 is over. But who knows. I sometimes surprise myself. There are other things I’m going to be working on: Oreana’s reference sheets, my Dancing with the Devil comic, and a novel I have in the works that I want to post on my Wattpad when I feel I have enough written to truly enjoy in it, but a lot of concept things need to come first so I know the world I’m writing to. Maps are handy for me so I don’t contradict myself in my world(s)... lol

I would add Tome onto there, but I am not certain where to go with it yet...really. lol Umm, there are like... 2 other reader insert ideas I have for Demiurge, but I’m debating on doing them. I don’t want to take on too many fics that end up in never ending cycle hell. Maybe if I finish Amnesia next year, I’ll add another to the list. We’ll see, eh?

For other things, I update my Trello as much as I can, but I sometimes get lazy there.

But, anyways, all my love to you!

Reader x Chocobros: The Bride of the Four Horsemen Chapter 2 - And with God and Oracle left in mere crimson memory, the world of Eos turned to decay and darkness…relying on steam and a miracle to bring them back to light once more. [It’s only been since... oof 2018 I updated this. You can begin reading it >> here <<] [[DONE]]

Demiurge x OC: Amnesia: A dreamer’s Requiem Chapter 11 - Lilyodin, a farm worker, is sold to the demon ruling over her land for a high price. Upon arriving at his castle, the demon Demiurge seems understanding, charismatic and more than willing to assist her in growing to become far better than what she was born to be. However, something feels off about how servants seem to come and go without so much as a word, and the gaps in Lilyodin’s memory start to plague her as to what’s truly going on in the castle walls right under her nose. [I tend to run around like an idiot and not get anything done when it comes to myself. We’ll see how this goes. You can begin reading this >> here << ] [[DONE]]

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yutauke28 · 5 years ago

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Sooo~ it's been a while since I post IggKuri here. Geez, rl really drained me!

Btw! When I checked my Ansel's folder for mood booster, I found this cutie IggKuri moment! Lmaaaoo

This two shot looks like Ignis is hitting Crystal's head with a flat expression! Lmaaaoooo. He's like 'bad Crystal don't listen to mommy!' 🤣

I really like it when they had a weird moments! Yes! I prefer weird moments than romantic one for them hahaha

But... to bad that this fun features will be gone this June. Hiks. No more avatara means no more Crystal's journey with her best friends. Oh gosh I'm so saaadd ;A;

Okay... stop. There's still plenty of time sooo I must take a lot of pict again! (ง •̀_•́)งがんばって

Bonus :

"Crystal! Sorry mommy slapped your head. Come here my cutie princess~"

"NO!"

"I say, come here"

"You lil shit"

His face, omg 🤣

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #final fantasy xv windows edition #ffxv ansel #ffxv screenshots #crystalcrown leonis #ffxv oc #ff15 #ignis scientia #ffxv ignis #chocobros #ignis x oc #ignis x crystalcrown #IggKuri #igguri

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gunkyengines · 4 years ago

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I like to pretend that big issues in canon don't exist so that I can go about my day not having to try to Logic my way through a happy ending AU.

#ocs #oc #oc/canon #oc x canon #self shipping #shut up gunky #self insert #f/o #fictional other #FFXV #RDR2 #that one GK AU I have #the other GK AU I made preemptively to account for if it ends badly/makes me sad #What the fuck is a Scourge??? bitch I'll kill you.#hah no no no he didnt get TB wyta #in this house we have a 5th chocobro and a happy ending for suffering men

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frankensin · 7 years ago

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Gladio (Chocobro Date Gone Wrong With s/o)

(Or strangely right? 2/4) SFW with fluff and a bit more angst this time.

(And technically older!Gladio too, I guess.)

Part 1 (Ignis)

Dawn Day was Insomnia’s way of remembering Noctis sacrifice; of how he gave up his life to bring back the light and banish the darkness that was brought by the starscourge. It was equal parts a celebration as it was a commemoration, and Gladio hated it. He loathed the festivities and parties that lasted all night, and abhorred the silence that came with sun rise. Everyone revered the lives they managed to save, happy that they themselves had survived the ten years of night, but Gladio could only think about what he had lost; a bond born at birth like the King and Shield before him, and a dear friend who he’d have given everything to, despite titles.

So it wasn’t unusual that you had found him still buried in the mass of blankets so late in the morning, the eve of Dawn Day. And it wasn’t unusual that he had ignored half your attempts to rouse him from bed, as gentle as you were in your words and small touches. Your heart tightened painfully to see the once confident man, curled up and trying his best to hide from the world.

This would be the first time you’d spend Dawn Day with Gladio but it didn’t come as a surprise that he was like this. He had ignored you for almost two weeks the year previous, with the barest updates from Ignis and Prompto. You had wanted to be with him so badly, to comfort him and hold him close, but your relationship with the man was still so new and fragile at that point. The thought of sharing burdens so great and so quickly left both of you desperate to keep each other’s company while being scared silly at the thought of rejection. You had wanted to heal Gladio, and were fervent to help him in any way, but as soon as that desire turned back on you, Gladio’s soft amber eyes insistent and open, you unwillingly closed up and the trust was gone.

But you both wanted to try, and it was the most significant part that kept you both together instead of driving you apart. And little by little you both began to share those haunting memories and uncertainties, the fears and nightmares that were building up over the years. It was a painful catharsis you both needed. And now a year later, you simply cherished the fact that you could curl up next to Gladio on such a day where he needed you the most, instead of being pushed away.

Gladio was resistant of the covers being pulled from his body and from the bed, but he was less so when you were trying to squeeze under them and pull his body to you as an unwilling small spoon. He huffed quietly in amusement, eyes still shut and hoping sleep would claim him again soon. But you refused to let that happen.

“Come on, big guy. As much as I’d love to spend all day in bed with you, I have something planned for us and it requires us to get moving right now to make it in time. So up!”

You kissed his shoulder and swiftly pulled the covers back, surprised that his cocoon was being compromised again after being lulled so gently into its safety. He groaned, annoyed, and rolled onto his back, his arms raised to his head to block out the light. You had wanted to savour the flex of the tattooed muscles, but you were on a mission and you couldn’t be distracted.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. But it involves you helping me move a lot of heavy gear to the truck. Up!”

“Not until you give me a better excuse other than ‘it’s a surprise’.”

“Nope! You just have to trust me! You do trust me, right?

“I’m pretty sure either answer is going to have me kicked out of bed regardless, babe.”

“Correct! So for the last time, up!

It was a slow process but eventually, Gladio was dressed and helping you move bags into the truck, strapping them down tightly, all while having an energy bar hanging from his mouth. His moves were precise, if not a little sluggish, and his expression was morose. You’d hope to change that as you hopped into the front seat and shifted the gear into drive, driving in the direction of the nearest city border controls.

You had a small smile on your face as you approached the gate, a guard waiting to check your city pass. Gladio, the entire time, had his elbow supported by the door to his right as he held a hefty tome, his nose stuck in the book the entire ride. The silence had been comforting with a small lining of tension. You were enjoying the drive; your lane was quiet while everyone attempted to gain access to the city, nobody but you leaving the place behind, and Gladio ignoring the city preparing for the festivities by reading intensely beside you. You let your hand rest on his knee a few times, squeezing gently, reassuring, and Gladio had placed his hand over yours, appreciative without looking up from the pages.

When you rolled down the windows to hand your identification over, a foreign voice floating through the car, Gladio’s head snapped up at attention. He took in the long bridge before him that would lead to Leide, to Hammerhead, and beyond. He felt a little anxious, but that was second to the surprise that he felt knowing that you both were about to leave Insomnia on the eve of Dawn Day.

He placed his book away and didn’t touch it again as you drove away from the city, his curiosity peaking again. And every time he thought the car was slowing down, everytime he tried to guess where you might be stopping, you kept on driving. Gladio was only realising that that the journey was going to be a long one, and with each passing place of familiarity, he felt the overwhelming need to demand the location name.

He was also trying hard to keep any reminiscent feelings and memories at bay; images of Ignis, Prompto, and Noctis fleeting and faint, becoming clearer and clearer until it was just too much.

“Stop the car.”

“We’re almost there, Gla-”

“Stop the car, right now.”

When you glanced quickly at Gladio, already pulling to the side of the road, you noticed how ashen his face looked, and you felt guilty almost instantly. The place you had in mind was somewhere as far away from the city as possible without reaching the other side of the ocean. You didn’t think that travelling there would have unsettled Gladio this much, but upon remembering Gladio telling you about how much time he had spent on these roads all those years back, it was an oversight you regretted to have missed.

“I’m so sorry Gladio. I wasn’t thinking-”

“You’re right, you weren’t thinking.”

His voice was steely and heavy with grief. He was looking forward, staring off into the distance, his fists clenched tightly on his knees, his back ridgid. It was the most defensive posture that you had seen since you both started dating, and it brought back to you all those horrible nights of miscommunication and slamming doors. He was closing you off.

“I was only trying to get you away from Insomnia for the night, Gladio. I wanted us to both do something together that would maybe push all of this commotion to the back of your head. And maybe, just maybe, let you mourn your friend the way that you want to…”

You pressed the release on your buckle and leaned over the gear stick, both hands resting on Gladio’s cheeks as you gently encouraged him to look at you. His burning whiskey eyes relented and bored into your pleading ones, waiting for you to finish.

“What I failed to realise - and you can admit how stupid I am - was just how integral time spent on the road with the boys was, especially in relation to your memories of Noctis. And I can’t apologise enough, lovely.”

Your hands dropped from his face as you sat back down in your seat, pulling the belt across your body for the second time. From the corner of your eye, you could see Gladio’s shoulders dropping in defeat, a heavy sigh filling the silence. He looked more tired than he had done that morning. Perhaps you should have just let him stay in bed.

“It might be a while to drive, but we can go back home, if you want? You can sleep in the back and I can wake you when we get the-” “Where were we going?”

You bit your lip, knowing full well that you had to give up any notion of surprise now. You had wished to see his face upon arrival, but you settled for second best.

“...Rock Ravatogh. We’re going rock climbing and then we’re going to camp at the top, and in the morning, we’re going to drive to Kenny’s where I drop you off, and you’re going to have breakfast with Ignis and Prompto.”

Gladio’s eyes widened, glancing between your hesitant expression and the back of the truck to where all those bags were strapped in. His own dreary countenance now bordering on the lines of anticipation, disbelief overpowering any other reaction however. The scruffy jaw that belonged to the muscled man was loose, his lips parted in awe as he stared at you. You could tell it wasn’t exactly forgiveness, but you hoped that at least you were on the right track.

“But you always turn me down when I suggest we go hiking.” “No, Gladdy, not hiking, climbing, and especially rock climbing. But, I suppose, there’s a first time for everything. I hope I brought everything? I had blondie help me pick out the right ropes and clamps and stuff…” What you didn’t tell Gladio, was the reason why you had refused him all those times before. You were petrified of heights. And more in particular, you were scared of falling from said heights.

So Prompto, as much as he helped you pack, was mainly there to give you a pep talk and spill all his tips on how to avoid looking down. Being scared of heights and having climbed the volcano himself, Prompto was easily your source of inspiration, and you told him so, if only to see his cheeks warm to your admiration. It was a past time you had favoured when you started to date Gladio, to make the blonde man blush, and it was incredibly easy and satisfying. Gladio had laughed loudly and heartedly when he found out, admitting he too found it entertaining.

But Prompto had made you bring sugary sweets and plenty bottles of water, in any case you felt a little light headed and needed to stop. He also warned you that if your legs ever felt tingly and heavy, you were to sit down and stop immediately, less you go overboard and off the mountain. It was all sound advice, but it didn’t help you settle your nerves.

“I’ll help go over everything when we get there. I can’t believe you’re taking me rock climbing, though. You’re taking me.”

“Okay, just for that, you’re getting no more surprises from me ever again.”

You took his rumbling laughter as the okay to continue driving. The sun was starting to go down which made the volcano in your sights glow red and bright, like you were seeing its heat signature. It was rather breathtaking. Gladio placed a hand on your knee this time, squeezing gently as you placed your own hand over his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted, you big brute.”

“And you’re not stupid.”

“Still to be determined, but thanks for the vote of confidence.”

When you managed to park up, unloading some of the vitals into your backpacks for camping later, Gladio ran you through some of the safety measures with the tools you were unfamiliar with. Strapping a rather large helmet with a torch light on top, with a teasing slap to your cheeks, as you filled them with air to make his task difficult. He placed his own helmet on, and with a stick in both your hands, he set off in a semi-quick pace to the start of the hill.

Your legs were burning in the first stretch of climbing (which was really just hiking up a very steep rocky hill), but the closeness of the volcano walls made you feel secure enough that even if you tripped a little, there was plenty to take purchase of to steady yourself. Gladio was a sweetheart in that he made you take unnecessary breaks, constantly looking behind to check up on you as he climbed ahead. It was tough going, but your endorphins kicked in quicker than Gladio’s and you couldn’t help but sing horribly along to any song that popped into your head, especially if they were about mountains. It was loud and off-key and breathless, and Gladio joined in quick enough if he recognised the lyrics. And soon both of you were out of breath for another reason, laughing too hard to continue for a few moments.

It took you another moment to realise how much fun you were having, and you hoped that, with the easy child-like smile on Gladio’s beautifully flushed face, that he was having fun too.

As you climbed, it got darker and darker, and you became grateful for the light on your helmet. But the downside to this was, that as you climbed higher and higher, it got steeper until the incline made your boots slip regardless of their previous grip. Your hands were starting to chafe against the rocks and you had to stop to put on some gloves to prevent further blisters from forming. Gladio had kissed both palms, words of encouragement coming easily to the man at the effort you had put in so far. He knew you weren’t much of an outdoor person, or at least to the extent that he was, but he appreciated your company and enthusiasm and it warmed his heart.

You were talking Gladio’s head off and you knew it. Your nerves were coming back with a vengeance with every sandy slip and misplaced rock under your boot. You could feel your limbs tightening, preparing for an inevitable fall, but it was something you strived to move past, except Gladio came to a halt. And when you caught up with him, you looked over his shoulders and realised why.

The next stretch of climbing was a narrow passage with one side having a wall that climbed high towards the sky, and the other having nothing but air and a deathly fall downwards of about three thousand feet. The worst part is that the ground was slanted towards the wall-less edge. There was no way they could make it across with ease, but Gladio was already tying rope through your belts, that cocky grin of facing a challenge stretching his face wide.

“Um, Gladio babe, shouldn’t we find another way around this part? It looks a little dangerous and it’s dark.”

“This is the only way up. But beyond this is the campground so we’ll rest there and move back down tomorrow. Come on, I’ll go first. Just watch where I step and follow.”

When Gladio had turned around, the wobbly smile on your face disappeared as you tried not to look down. How the hell had Prompto done this? This was literally your worst nightmare and Gladio was quite happily hammering a small hook into the wall, oblivious, and you blamed yourself for that part. But this was for Gladio, and you weren’t about to let him down when you were both so close to your goal. With an inaudible gulp, and knocking knees, you crawled on the ground until you managed to cling to the first hook.

Gladio was in his element; he could feel the sweat on his back from the combined heat of climbing and the natural volcanic temperature, his knuckles were pleasantly sore from hauling himself up and over rocks all day, and his lungs burned proudly with dust and hot air. Combine the intensity and the distraction of the day’s climb with the smile on your face, he was happy. And it was something that he hadn’t considered to be possible around this time of year.

Sure enough that rock climbing had brought back a few memories too, but he had to concentrate too much on where his foot was going next to linger idly on his past. But he couldn’t help the smaller moments drift to the front of his mind; where he had drift back down the hill on his side to stop the prince from falling, or when he was trying to coax Prompto into taking those last few steps, ending up with an armful of the blonde’s dead-weight body, chocobo hair in his mouth. ‘My hero!’ he had pronounced loudly as he dropped to the floor with jelly legs.

And now, this time, he could combine those memories with the memory of both of you singing, of shared bad jokes, and sneaky kisses in between breaks. Noctis would have rolled his eyes and pressed on ahead, a fond look in his eye. Gladio relished that thought as he hammered the next hook.

Not before long, Gladio was standing proud and tall on more leveled ground. He stretched his arms wide and above him, cracking tight joints and enjoying the sound of his bones popping. It was only when he turned around that he noticed you were barely halfway, stood rigid and still with eyes unfocused. It took him barely a second to realise something was wrong.

“Y/N!”

The sound of your name shouted in your direction brought you out of your head as you looked across at Gladio. Your arms were shaking as you held onto the hook, legs numb with tingling in your toes as you tried not to move. Out of all the stupid things you could have done, you had forgot all of Prompto’s advice and you had looked down mid climb. And something had clicked in your head, a mental wall blocking your progress, and a voice screamed at you to stop.

“Gladio, I c-can’t. I can’t move.”

Gladio was moving so quickly towards the edge to come back to you that you couldn’t help but shout for him to stop. If he had taken one misstep out of place in his panic for you, he’d easily fall and take both of you down with him. His rope was tied to yours after all, and you doubted that the hooks could support both your weight. Gladio looked devastated at your distress, and it almost caused you to sob. But you knew that the only way out of this situation was for you to carry on. If only you could distract yourself somehow.

“I’m o-okay, just stay there! I’ll be there in a second, I just n-need a second.”

Gladio caught on instantly, bless him.

“You’ve got all the time in the world, babe.”

You moved one tiny step towards the muscled man, your eyes locked onto his reassuring and panicked golden ones. You were pretty sure you had dazzled him a little with your head light, but he made the effort to adjust to keep you sane. His arms were stretched out wide, and you imagined yourself falling into those big strong arms. It motivated you to take another tiny step.

“Funny th-thing this. Rock climbing one of Lucis’ tallest peaks while being deathly afraid of heights. Did I ever tell you that? That I’m acrophobic? No? Well now you know.”

“I take it back what I said earlier.”

“Wh-what?” “You are an idiot.”

The shock of laughter that escaped your lips, made your legs wobble dangerously. A mock glare returned in reply.

“Don’t make me laugh! S-six! You nearly made me fall!”

Your teeth were chattering from the cold sweat running down your neck and fear, but you pressed on, counting about five hooks until you were safe. It felt like miles from the pace that your were moving, but you thought that it was better than not moving at all. The silence had resumed however, and you needed another distraction. So you started to sing again.

“Listen b-baby, ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't n-no river wide enough b-baby-”

“If you need me call me no matter where you are, no matter how far-”

“D-don’t worry, b-baby.”

Gladio’s voice was too deep to carry a tune; his pitch never quite hitting the note right and in all honesty, it was quite monotonous, a vibrating hum at most. But it was soothing and strong against your own weakened duet. It was a perfect distraction. You managed to move from hook to hook, your baby steps lengthening till you were making fast and anxious strides. And just as you made the last step, your foot slipped and you felt yourself tumbling backwards.

Your scream sounded off in your ears, muffled when it should have echoed. And when you opened your eyes, you found yourself wrapped tightly in Gladio’s arms, face pressed to his chest.

Gladio must have lunged forward at the last second and pulled the rope that was connecting you both until you were flying towards him instead of plunging to your death. And you couldn’t wait to thank him over and over again with kisses and tears of relief, if only your legs hadn’t given out a moment later, dragging you both to the ground.

Both of you began to laugh, a little hysterically as the adrenaline rush peaked and made you both boneless and tired. Gladio had tried to get you up, at least to just sit up instead of standing, but you didn’t want to move, you were just too comfortable for his convenience.

“We are never doing that again, ever.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to live here with nothing but dust and the eggs of Zu to sustain us.”

“There’s no other way back down? Are you kidding me? I have to go back?”

Gladio was wheezing with laughter at your terrified expression. Soothing your worries after, that there was another way down at the other side of the volcano that was easier going. You had asked in disbelief why they had taken the route that they had, if there was an easier way around. His excuse being forgetfulness, but there was a teasing and knowing shimmer in Gladio’s eye that you knew he was telling a lie. It didn’t matter so much then and there, you were both together and safe.

You both had managed to set up the campfire that was close by, as Gladio had promised, and neither of you had the energy to set up the tent just yet, but the sky was clear and star filled and the heat from the fire and volcano made for a pleasant night out.

Sitting on the folded chairs, side by side, Gladio took your hand as you both gazed out into the horizon. Small specs of light could be seen in the distance which could only be the fireworks of Insomnia’s celebration. So you hadn’t quite reached out of sight, but it was better than being dead-centre of all the unwanted merriment. Spending time with Gladio, making him smile even for a little while on the anniversary of the true King’s death, was enough.

And Gladio had plenty of time to remember his friend in peace, not the fabled King that everybody seemed to worship, but the sleepy game-nerd that Gladio had come to know and love. And you had given him that opportunity and space, and he wasn’t going to forget that.

Gladio raised the back of your hand to his lips, kissing the dusty skin adoring and somber. His heart ready to burst with all that he had lost and gained, and his voice unsteady and thick.

“Thanks, babe.”

You smiled softly as you stood from your chair and leaned down to kiss Gladio properly.

“Anytime.”

-The Fairy Elephant

This got a bit out of hand (and was a little more self indulgent than I thought it was going to be), but the last two boys will be written soon and all pages will be updated with links to all!

(Requests are welcome remember!)

#ffxv #ffxv writing #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amiticia #gladio x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #gladio x oc #gladiolus amicitia x oc #fluff #angst #s/o #sfw #older!gladio #the fairy elephant writes #ffxv fanfiction #chocobros x reader

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koritea · 5 months ago

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Your OCs are so awesome! Thanks for explaining their backstories in my first ask, I eat that stuff up! I'm also a part of the oc x canon crowd too!

My FFXV OC is named Penna Calamum, translated to "feather pen" in Latin. She's a member of the Hunters, but is forbidden from going on any missions because she was infected by the Starscourge as a child, and has daemon powers she struggles to control. She's learned how to make potions and salves and chart maps and the stars, eventually joining the Chocobros as their Scholar/Healer. She has an intense grudge against the Lucians for ignoring the daemon plight faced by the citizens living outside Insomnia's walls, but she gradually unlearns her prejudices and bonds with the boys, eventually falling for Prompto :)

OH LET'S GO!!! FELLOW OC X CANON ENJOYER 🤝

Ouuu I love a good starscourge angst FANTASTIC. Funnily enough that was the original idea for Fidei until I swapped it out for a magic necklace that heals him (i had to be nice to him at least once there was too much angst LOL).

I'm really curious does your plotline follow the game's? If so how does the Zegnautus Keep chapter change with her in it? Does she help free Prompto? :0

Penna beloved, ty for sharing her with me!!!

#queen-with-a-quill #ffxv #oc #penna #your honor i love her i wish her nothing but joy and happiness

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firefistnoct · 7 years ago

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The Last Guardian [FFXV X OC]

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Tagging: @blind-bae @themissimmortal @amicitonia @nifwrites @fortheloveofeos @outofmychair

Chapter 3

A small breeze blew through the large garden outside of the Citadel, the roses had bloomed beautifully as their vibrant red caught the eye of Lunafreya who had been roaming the garden. Memories that Noctis had wrote to her about Levi and his mischievous moments as children, hiding away from King Regis and their teachers. An image of a young Noctis appeared into her mind as she glanced around the beautiful greenery, his large smile spreading across his cheeks as Levi hung from the tree branch seeming almost fearless as she hung by just one arm from a tall branch.

Luna smiled fondly as she caught a figure in the corner of her eye, the ebony haired woman stood not far from her standing just beneath the wild branches of the tall tree that stood proudly. Levi took her hand up and down the base of the tree before turning to Luna with furrowed eyebrows.

“Everything okay?” She asked, turning to her friend while giving her a worried expression. Luna smiled gently, glancing down to her feet before nodding to Levi. Her eyes caught the sight of the maroon haired chancellor standing at the top of the steps watching their interaction, closely. The guardian followed her gaze only to find no one there before turning back to Luna. Worry began to flood Levi’s mind as she approached the Oracle.

“What will happen once the treaty is signed?” Luna asked Levi as she approached her, her ebony waves joining the breeze softly as her green eyes shimmered in the sunlight. A sigh left the guardian’s lips as well as a simple shrug of the shoulders, Levi’s eyes catching sight of the sunset.

“I don’t know..” She murmured to the Oracle who stared at her dear friend, just like before, she had seen more of the change in Levi. Her once wild green eyes were now a deep emerald shade that held fierceness behind them, her ebony hair now seemed to flow in waves down to the bottom of her spine, her presence had become so powerful it almost took Luna’s breath away at times, and her body that was once skinny and almost seeming fragile was now lean and muscular, muscles rippling at the simplest movements. “but, I have a terrible feeling. I’m thankful Noctis isn’t here for this.” Those words seemed to stun the oracle seeing that Noctis and Levi were always locked hip to hip in their younger days even now according to what the prince would write to his bride to be. Levi seemed to notice Luna’s shocked expression as she placed a gentle hand upon the blonde’s shoulder, smiling almost weakly.

“No worries, Luna. We will be with them soon.” Luna seen the worry in the guardian’s eyes causing her stomach to bubble with worry as the two looked off at the thought of the prince. What seemed seconds later, Arabella rushed outside into the garden with a frantic expression as she ran to Levi.

“Levi!” She shouted causing the guardian to turn quickly catching the young maid in her arms, trying to calm her. “Levi! Y-Y..”

“Arabella, please calm down.” Levi proclaims gently, watching the girl’s expression who had a grip on Levi that forced the guardian to worry.

“T-The gl-glaive you’ve been in search of! She’s back!” Levi’s eyes widen at the words that left Arabella’s lips a smile spreading across her face only to see the tears swelling within the maid’s eyes. “She’s dead.” Levi turned to Luna who sensed the change in Levi’s attitude as her hands released Arabella before turning into fists.

“Luna, I must go. I will see you tonight.” Levi nodded to the oracle before brushing passed both girls, hurriedly making her way to headquarters.

Levi sprinted through the halls of the glaive headquarters making her way to the medical examination area, a nurse stood at the back entrance to the room where laid Crowe stopping Levi with a hand out before glancing at the coat around Levi’s shoulders. The crownsguard emblem placed on her bicep caught the nurse’s eye before nodding her into the room where the guardian heard the clatter of Libertus’s crutches, his figure came into her line of vision as she rushed to his limping form only to catch him. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she placed more of his weight on her allowing him to not put any pressure onto his already wounded foot. She looked down at the body lying deathly still on the table, her eyes scanning Crowe’s face as Libertus stroked her forehead gently, soft sniffling echoed through the room causing the nurses and doctor to stand awkwardly shuffling. Anger swept through the Guardian causing her to look over her shoulder to the medical team.

“Leave us.” She growled out, her eyes flickering slightly as they stood there looking from her to each other. “NOW!” She shouted causing them jump and rush out of the medical examination room as tears began to fall from Libertus’s eyes forcing Levi to hold him tightly trying to sooth him but, how could she? He just lost the love of his life. Nyx stood in the door way watching as the guardian held the quite larger man in her grip allowing him to grieve, confusion wavering through his mind. Why the hell would someone of such high rank care so much about the glaives.

Levi stood across the area within headquarters where the glaives practice warping, her eyes staring across to the two figures sitting on the edge before they darted over to Drautos’s figure catching sight of the box which he handed over to Nyx. Words were exchanged but Levi didn’t seem to care about them, her focus was on the large built figure belonging to Titus Drautos. Before he walked away from the two glaives, he caught the eyes of Leviathan, anger present in her eyes as he sighed knowing one thing was for sure. She knew. Her eyes flickered with anger and fire as she stood leaning against a column before disappearing her eyes not leaving his until her back was turned, her presence had done the same to him as it had done to Luna. It took his breath away, but only he felt burning in his firm chest which caused him to linger his hand over the area where the burning had been.

Inside the citadel, it was as busy as ever reminding Levi of the night of Noct’s sixteenth birthday or any of his birthdays for that matter. Servants rushing around like busy bees, security on high alert glaives stationed at the king and guardian’s door. Silence could be heard from the large doors of Leviathan’s room as the hairstylist, known as Nala, was busy with the ebony locks belonging to the guardian who rested her face upon her hand, eyes shut her breathing was even making the stylist know she was in fact sleeping. Nala didn’t mind this, she only worried for the young lady. The doors flew open as Arabella entered the large room forcing emerald orbs to open and glance in her direction, the anger was still present in Levi’s eyes making her dear friend to worry more.

“Did you get them?” Levi grumbled as Nala chuckles softly at Levi’s grumpy half-asleep state. Arabella nodded, handing a file to Levi forcing her to stretch from her comfortable spot in the chair. “Any problem getting this?” She inquired taking the file from the frail hands of the maid.

“No ma’am. Questioned yes, but no problems retrieving the file.” The maid retorted as she poured a cup of tea for the ebony haired girl behind her who hummed in response. “I told them it was a matter of the crownsguard, nothing else was spoken.”

“Of course not.” Nala stated as she smirked over to Arabella who handed Levi her cup who took it thankfully, eyes scanning over the information. “Mention anything to do with the king and everyone shuts up.” Levi chuckled softly at the statement of the hairdresser. “Especially if Levi is involved.”

“The Altor’s have always been infamous for their research, everyone knows that.” Arabella states as she begins to apply makeup to Leviathan’s olive-toned complexion. Levi looked up at her trying to pull away only to be wacked in the head by Nala.

“Please Levi, don’t be a pain in the ass tonight.” Nala grumbled making the younger maid laugh as the guardian huffed in annoyance. “You know this is important.”

“Yeah..” Of course it was important, but if Levi hated something it had to be makeup.

Time passed after another few whacks from Nala and multiple howls pf pain from Levi, she was now ready. Standing tall and lean in the mirror, Levi’s body was framed by a beautiful long sleeved black and nude dress that nipped at her waist line. She couldn’t even recognize herself anymore but that’s how she felt every time she had to dress like this. Her mind wondered to the prince, hoping and praying to the six that he and the others were safe. The feeling that she had deep within her chest ached and pounded like a blister upon the limb that couldn’t seem to heal, no one could settle this feeling. The two women stood behind her as she looked at her appearance, knowing exactly how she felt. A knock echoed through the room forcing the guardian’s gaze to snap in the noises direction, King Regis’s figure entered the room with a large smile at the young ebony haired beauty.

“My Levi.” He gushed as she bowed in respect to him only for him to hold his hand out for her to cease. “You look so beautiful. Your parents would be so proud.” A deep pink hue painted Levi’s cheeks as he chuckled at her sudden shyness. “Thank you, Ladies. You’ve done a splendid job once again.” He smiled to the two women who bowed to him. “I do apologize, Levi. I wish it would be Noctis escorting you tonight, but instead you get the old fart of a king.” This caused the guardian to laugh, trying to hide large smile.

“Old fart sir? I beg to differ.” She exclaimed as she calmed herself down to a chuckle as the king held out his arm for her to take, Noctis took after his father in many ways even though he was too stubborn to admit it. He took his looks after him and other things such as his humor. Oh, how she missed that sleepy duck butt looking head, and their many naps on the floor of her room after classes.

The celebration seemed to be smooth sailing so far as King Regis walked around with Levi on his arm, allowing him to lean into her when he became the slightest bit tired making him smile gratefully to the young guardian. Finally standing in one spot near the railing on top of the Hotel roof, fireworks boomed loudly in the sky as Levi dismissed herself so she could find her a glass of the sparkling champagne to try and relieve the tight feeling in her chest.

“Ahh, Ms. Altor, it is a pleasure to see you again.” A smooth deep voice chimed into her sensitive ears forcing her to push back a physical shiver that wanted to rocket through her skeleton. Turning softly on her heels, Levi smiled forcefully at the burgundy haired chancellor who smirked at her eyes scrapping over her figure.

“Hello Chancellor, I hope you’re enjoying yourself.” She stated biting the inside of her cheek from lashing out at the bastard.

“Oh that I am, especially looking over this view of the beautiful Insomnia.” The man offered her a glass of champagne his smirk forcing her eyes to flash. “Might I say, you look quite beautiful tonight Leviathan.” He stated taking a sip of his champagne as Levi took his offered glass of the gold liquid. “You were named after one of the astrals and goddess of the seas.” Brushing a piece of her hair out of her face, Levi caught sight of the emperor making his way up the steps towards King Regis. Her heart pounded in her chest, amazed that the maroon haired chancellor couldn’t hear the organ. “No wonder.” He chuckled. “Just as beautiful yet lethal as the goddess herself.” This caused Levi to glare in his direction before smiling softly.

“Well I wouldn’t say lethal.” She giggled that seemed so foreign due to the fakeness behind it, before she nodded her head in respect to the man. “I’m sorry to rush off but if you would excuse me.” He nodded allowing the ebony haired beauty to turn away tracking her way back to the King. Smiling gently, she slipped her arm through Regis’s. Seeing his saving grace he smiled gently towards her before returning to their conversation.

“You have ventured far to grace us with your presence.” Regis said softly as he felt Levi’s grip tighten on his bicep making him aware of her uneasiness towards the Emperor whose eyes wondered over to Levi. His eyes racked over her, a smile gracing his face.

“It was the least I could do.” He smirked at the two as he widened his wingspan. “Tomorrow will be a historic day for both of our nations. And your Insomnia is truly a marvel.” The old grayed man states as his gestured to the city behind him as fireworks lit the sky, the light flashing across their faces. “My own cities pale in comparison. I pray we are able to take away much from this visit.” The Emperor smirked to the two as he nods to Levi who does the same in return. Her eyes flickering with their deep violet shade making him know that she was indeed wary of his presence. “The Guardian. I thought your kind to be a legend.”

“I’m sorry to say that we are indeed not a legend sir.” She mimicked his wicked smirk. “I hope the stories you have heard have not frightened your men.”

“Why would they?” He retorted with a snort. “I tend to think of women are fragile, so easily broken and weak.”

“I can personally tell you that you’re thinking is wrong.” She chuckled softly almost sickly as Regis could tell her anger was boiling by this point. “I fear that you are mistaken, Sir. If I had been weak or as easily broken as you think women to be, then I wouldn’t be here.” She smiled wickedly forcing the man to swallow his works, gulping back his reply before excusing himself. Regis’s body shook softly as he tried to stifle back a chuckle, it never ceased to amaze him how Levi could very easily talk the skin off a cat and shut someone up. She was just like her father in that department, and also the emerald eyes.

“What?”

“You remind me of your father, darling.” He chuckles causing her to smile widely at him before joining him in laughter. Diplomats seemed to swarm Leviathan and the king, forcing Levi to become uncomfortable due to their talk of business almost feeling as if they were sucking the air out of her lungs. Glancing around Levi found her eyes landing on two familiar figures causing the smile on her face to become bigger as the sight of Luna and Nyx speaking caused her lungs to feel like they could begin working again. Regis noticed this and nudged her gently causing her attention to waver over to him, her eyes meetings his greens ones before he gave her a simple nod of approval for her escape.

With that, Levi excused herself making her way over to the two of them catching them deeply in conversation forcing Levi to slow her speed listening their voices.

“-I should like to offer my thanks in person.” Lunafreya stated as Levi approached. “Where might I find this brave soldier?” The expression on Nyx’s face said it all, the hurt and grieve could be seen in his eyes as his jaw tightened before trying to muster the strength to answer as Luna stared up at the tall man only for him to shake his head. “O-Oh. O-Oh I did not—I am so sorry.” She apologized quickly.

“Don’t be.” He dug around in his pocket before handing the blonde princess a hair pin. The one Crowe had planned to give her. “Here. She was carrying this. It was meant for you.” Luna stared, stunned.

“For me?”

“Keep it, she would’ve wanted you to have it.”

“I will carry it with me always. Thank you.” Levi took this as her cue, making her way up to the two of them placing a gentle hand on Luna’s shoulder.

“I apologize for interrupting.” The ebony haired girl smiled weakly as Luna took Levi in a hug, gripping her tightly in fear of loosing her dear friend. Nyx stared at the two, almost in envy before turning away as they pulled apart. “Ulric, I see you are on duty.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He answered curtly as Levi raised an eyebrow. “You look beautiful tonight, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Nyx.” She blushed making Luna stare at the two. “I hope I haven’t caused you trouble within the glaive.”

“None at all.”

“Good.” She smiles to him. “Your captain might’ve got another ear full, he might still if he doesn’t stop staring.” This causing the blonde to giggle, nudging the ebony haired girl in attempt to calm her. Levi glances over her shoulder to the king finding him swarmed forcing a sigh from her lips, Nyx glanced towards the guardian catching sight of exactly what she spoke of. Over her right shoulder stood the captain in the far corner, staring intently at her lean figure his stare almost seemed angry. Luna followed Levi’s line of vision to king Regis sighing as well.

“I’m guessing that happens quite often.” She states almost askingly making Levi nod.

“Yes, and I must save him, so if would excuse me.” She chuckles nodding to the two of them. “Oh, and Ulric.” Nyx tore his attention away from the captain to Levi. “Watch over Luna for me.” She states softly, smiling towards him before she turns away making her way towards the king. Nyx watched in amazement as she parted the crowed causing some to scatter as she took his arm gently escorting away to get a drink.

“Always thinking of others.” Luna chuckles softly, smiling fondly towards the ebony haired beauty who laughed along side of the king. “No one will ever be able to replace her.”

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