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secret-engima · 4 years ago

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Snippet from Blood of My Blood verse

(Tagging @a-world-in-grey for this because Noctis is interacting primarily with her Council/Council successor OCs in this scene and I want to see if I’ve done them okay.)

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Noctis could feel people watching him with varying levels of discretion as the first course was brought out. Some of them did an admirable job of masking it behind conversation with the person seated next to them, while others —like Aedes Memini, the future Lord of Education a few seats to Noctis’s right— stared at him without even trying to hide it. The first course was brought out, something very light and small, which was good, because Noctis’s stomach wasn’t up to eating full, heavy portions yet and he was going to have to survive the traditional six course meal without getting sick or obviously ignoring his food. The soup was light and mild, and Noctis was grateful that his father had clearly taken his needs into account when having the chefs plan the dinner.

Everyone took the requisite number of spoonfuls to prove they were “eating” and then the conversation started up again. Mostly about politics, or current affairs in the high social circles, or congratulations on Noctis’s eighteenth birthday —even though technically that was tomorrow and not tonight—, “We are all very relieved over your safe return.” Lord Veteris —Lord of Foreign Affairs on his father’s council, a cautious man but not unwise— said, “We feared at one point that you would never be found.”

“It was a long road home,” Noctis replied neutrally, “but I am glad to be back.”

Lady Operis, the future successor to the seat of Lord of Health, interrupted with all the characteristic tactlessness of her family, “How has your health been since your return? You are recovering well?”

Ignis smoothly inserted himself into the conversation with a prim, “The Citadel doctors are the finest of the country, and they have deemed His Highness to be in fine health.” Lady Operis and her father, the current Lord of Health, both looked unsatisfied with the vague answer. They were both very dedicated to the medical field and he didn’t doubt that they, like everyone else, wanted to know the details of his health and recovery —if for far more sincere reasons than most—. But they could hardly press further without casting doubts on the doctors Lord Operis himself had approved for the Citadel, so for the moment they let it slide. Noctis didn’t bother to add any comments. No one here needed to know that the while doctors had declared his health to be “vastly improved” that hardly made him “fine”. He was still struggling to get back all his lost weight, he had far more scars than they would like, and Ignis was making it a personal crusade to slowly work Noctis’s appetite back up to full meals.

And none of that was touching on his mental health.

Aedes Memini leaned forward slightly to see around Noctis’s Retinue, “It must have been so difficult for you out there. All the monsters and daemons. How did you make it to the outpost Marshal Leonis found you in?”

Cor stiffened faintly, but Noctis just took another slow sip of his soup and said, “There was a lot of walking involved.”

“The citizens of Lucis refused to help you?” The question came from Lord Egestas of Finance, a very faint frown on his face that Noctis thought came more from the thought of someone of Noctis’s status being “denied” aid by those of a lesser class than out of concern —Noctis did not have a good view of Lord Egestas and he knew it, he had been … not friends, but well-acquainted with his daughter Copia and she had opinions on her father—.

Noctis chose to take a sip of his drink rather than risk filling up too much on soup, “They were very helpful when I asked for it. But hitchhiking will only get you so far.”

There was a ripple across the table, a faltering in the conversations that others were pretending to have as they all registered their Crown Prince admitting to hitchhiking. Noctis wanted to laugh at their hidden surprise and disdain, like accepting a ride from a stranger passing by was somehow demeaning. Dangerous, yeah sometimes, but demeaning? Hardly. Everyone fell on hard times at some point out there and most people were understanding of it. Instead of laughing, he nudged the topic of his own health and circumstances aside for the moment by addressing Lady Aequum, the Lord of Justice, “I have heard that there is a new case being brought before the high courts that has caught your personal attention. Markos versus Elpenor?”

Lady Aequum nodded, brisk and emphatic, and was more than happy to discuss some of the details. Not many, since talking about criminal cases was not generally considered “polite conversation”, but the woman had more than earned her title over the years with her passion for seeing justice done and it showed. Topic drifted again, thankfully steering away from him as the second course came and went.

They were on the third course when the topic finally came back to something Noctis personally cared about, “Prompto Argentum, wasn’t it?” Speravi Veteris asked with a faint flick of her elaborate braids, “I’m afraid I am unfamiliar with the name Argentum. Is your father a … viscount?”

Prompto grinned at her and while on the surface it was another one of his sunshine smiles, Noctis could tell it was actually all teeth, “Oh no, my family aren’t nobility. I live in one of the middle class residential districts.”

Several nearby conversations stopped and Noctis felt his magic start to bristle at the brief look of disdain that crossed Lord Egestas’s face. His daughter, Copia, seemed to catch the look too, because she immediately leaned forward with a too-sharp smile, “Truly? How interesting. This must all seem rather extravagant to you then.”

Prompto’s actually seemed to perk up at addressing Copia, something old-remembering-grudgingly-fond flickering in his eyes and Noctis wondered if Copia had survived at least part of the Long Night and gotten to know Prompto, “A little bit, yeah. Mostly just the cutlery through, Ignis has been teaching me all about events like this, but I’m still not sold on the necessity of six forks just for one meal.”

Several of the younger members at the table smothered laughter, and Noctis saw Cor hide a smile behind his wine glass. Aedes spoke up again, “How did you meet His Highness?”

Prompto shrugged, easy and seemingly totally relaxed, “I got lost while on a tour of the Citadel. I ran into Prince Noctis while I was trying to find my way back and we hit it off.”

“Just like that? And you went on to become the Heart of his Retinue?” Noctis suppressed a growl at the incredulity of the younger Lord Patriori.

Prompto kept his smile in place as the third course was finally taken away and the fourth brought out —only two more after this to go, Noctis could do this … maybe—, “Kinda!”

#Secret Engima Rambles #Melodies and Manuscripts #Blood of my Blood (That Was Shed On the Throne) verse #Child of My Blood verse

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archonssun · 4 years ago

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Bros Watching their S/O Draw

Bros Watching Their S/O Draw

Fair warning, this is gonna have a lot of character building in it.

WC: 2455

Noctis

You’ve known the crown prince since you two were children. You were living in Tenebrae with Lady Sylva, and when the Empire took over you were sent back to Insomnia with King Regis and the prince.

Before your home had been occupied by Imperial forces, you were a bright child, always laughing. Your partner-in-crime was more often than not Ravus, and you two caused loads of trouble.

But as soon as Noctis arrived in Tenebrae, you grew shy. You weren’t used to having royalty from other nations watching you. Even after the prince had been at the manor for months, you never outgrow your shy nature. And when you were brought back to Insomnia at the behest of Lady Sylva, that’s when you really started curling in on yourself.

You had gotten somewhat used to Noctis’s stares, but the stares of the servants, Ignis, and Gladio were too much. A lot of the time, you could feel pity in the gazes of those around you, and that hurt; being seen as a refugee instead of who you actually were.

Fast-forward about seven years, and you and Noctis are in high school. You two were walking around when a blond came up to your prince, introducing himself as Prompto Argentum. The name made you nostalgic for your home, as you had remembered that there was a family called Argentum that had worked at the manor.

But as soon as the blond turned to you, you were cowering behind the prince. You still hadn’t gotten over your shy disposition, and high school just made it worse. You two eventually became friends, but only after about a year.

Now, you were tagging along on Noctis’s journey to Altissia, buzzing with excitement to see Luna again. Like Noctis, you had kept in contact with the young Oracle, except through Pryna instead of Umbra. Whenever she would send you a message, your day was infinitely better, and you came out of your shell somewhat. And every message you sent back to her was accompanied by a drawing.

The drawings always differed; one time you had drawn Pryna, another time was Noctis and Prompto. Drawing was something you had taken up soon after Tenebrae had fallen, and was something you did well in in school. And Noctis knew; there was very little about you he didn’t know, especially since you two had been dating for the past three years.

It really didn’t surprise him when one night at camp you pulled out your sketchbook. And he would just watch, mesmerised by the way your pencil seemed to glide effortlessly over the paper (it is NOT easy, trust me, I know)

He didn’t respond when Prompto tried to goad him into playing a round of King’s Knight, he was so focused on you. The way the tip of your tongue stuck out, how your brow wrinkled with concentration. It made his lips turn upwards in a smile, watching you work. A part of him wanted to get closer and see what you were creating, but he knew he’d be smacked.

After all, you didn’t like people watching you when you drew.

During the World of Ruin, you changed. You still drew, but instead of for pleasure, you drew the images for scientific studies conducted by Sania.

Prompto

This boy…

Look, he gets it. Really, he does. Being an amature photographer himself has led to him appreciating your artistic abilities more than most, cuz he knows that it’s not as easy as it looks.

You’ve known Prompto since you were both nineteen. You were working at a coffee shop in a quiet part of Insomnia when he had walked in, dripping from the rain. The morning rush had just ended. At the time, you had been so engrossed in your current drawing that you didn’t notice him walk up to the counter until he cleared his throat.

Fuck, it scared you so bad that your sketchbook was thrown at the poor blond, hitting him square between the eyes. You were horrified when he started tipping backward, but stopped when his hand grabbed the counter. Thank the gods there was no one in the shop.

“Oh my Gods! I’m so sorry!”

“D-Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“But you could’ve been seriously hurt!”

After that, you basically had to beg him to let you make it up to him, offering some coffee on the house. That’s when you got his name, when he told you his order. And it was when you handed him his coffee that he asked you out.

Yes, he was a stumbling mess while asking.

You two met up later that week and went on a date to a park. A bit cliche, yes, but you didn’t expect him to bring a camera with him.

The entire date was spent with you watching him take pictures and answering questions he had, and him watching you draw.

At first, him watching you made you nervous. But he never said anything as he watched you, and you got used to it. Hell, you didn’t realise he had gotten so close until you were finished and looked up. You almost threw your sketchbook at him again with how startled you were, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate the view.

With how close he was, you could see all the freckles on his cheeks and nose, you could see just how deep of a blue his eyes were. His lips were chapped, you noticed, and were curled up in a bashful smile. That was the first time he had kissed you, when he was seconds away from getting a book to the face.

In the World of Ruin, you and Prompto became inseparable. And while he had stopped taking photos as often as he used to, you never once gave up on drawing. You were often seen in Lestallum, drawing with the children of the refugees in hopes that they would be able to forget about the world around them. And Prompto was always there at your side, watching you with a smile.

Ignis

You were a Kingsglaive, but before that you had been the child of a now defunct noble family. You were closely related to Verstael Besithia; the mad man being a cousin of your parents. Your family had done some terrible things by the time you were born, and they had been exiled from their homeland of Niflheim.

Since your family had been helping Lucis, they were taken in as citizens of Insomnia by King Regis. And since your family had been known for their battle prowess, it had quickly become one of the major families that enlisted in the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive.

You were just the latest of your family to join the Kingsglaive and serve under King Regis. It was during your training that you met Ignis Scientia. It was your first day of training under the Kingsglaive, and there was a joint training between the Glaive and Crownsguard. Of course, the first thing you noticed as soon as you walked into the training area was the tall, burly man, who you later learned to be Gladiolus Amicitia. Then your eyes had shifted to the man beside him, the one with glasses.

Even though you couldn’t remember your homeland all that much, you could remember how Verstael had been a dangerous man, despite his slight stature, and you were immediately on guard around Ignis. Turns out your gut feeling was right, as you were pitted against the royal advisor later on during training.

“(L/n)! Scientia! Your turn!” Your captain hollered, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You were slow to approach the mats, shrugging off your Kingsglaive coat and setting in gently to the floor. Not once did your (e/c) hues leave Ignis’s form.

As you stood before the man, you could feel the tension that surrounded him, and you were instantly reminded of the soldiers Verstael had created. The emotions that the feeling brought forth were almost enough to make you freeze, but it was the sound of something shattering that brought you back. It was just in the nick of time that you held your short sword high enough to block. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed against the lanky male, forcing him to retreat slightly.

There were no words spoken, which only made the match feel like it went on that much longer. Time and again, you were barely able to defend against Ignis, and it was nearing the end of the match that he managed to catch your long (h/c) hair on his blade.

You flipped backwards, a small frown adorning your face as you pulled your now shorter hair over your shoulder. With a grunt of disapproval, you took your sword and raised it to your head, chopping what remained of your long hair into a short bob. When you looked back at your sparring partner, he was watching you with wide eyes. It was then that the match was ended, having been declared a tentative draw.

“Are you alright, (L/n)?” Ignis’s voice said from behind you as you grabbed your coat. Straightening and looking him in the eyes, you gave him a short nod.

“I am alright, Lord Scientia.”

Ignis hated when you would call him ‘lord’, but it had been drilled into you since you were a child, both back in Niflheim and in Insomnia. It was only after he begged you to stop calling him ‘lord’ that you did, albeit hesitantly. Your parents would skin you if they ever found out you weren’t giving respect where it was due.

N E ways, after that match, you found yourself running into the man more often, as you both worked directly under the royal family; him with the prince, and you with the king.

You would often meet up with him on your days off for some coffee, or even to help him with the prince as you and Noctis were the same age. You and the prince became fast friends, but you still didn’t talk all too much with him unless he was speaking directly to you.

Again, it was a habit.

The first time you met Prompto you almost killed him. He had reminded you so much of your insane cousin that you had thought Verstael had sent on of his clones to kill you and your family. But Noct had been quick to protect his friend, and when he had asked you what was wrong you had bolted, scared out of your mind. It was the first time you had felt fear like that since you were young, since you and your parents and your siblings were on the run from the Empire.

When Insomnia fell, you were with Cor and Iris by order of Regis. Your parents had expressed their concerns of the upcoming peace treaty signing and had asked that they would be able to protect him. Except you were excluded, being the youngest of their children. They at least wanted you to survive. And Regis understood that; I mean, he did almost the exact same thing with his son, and he agreed to keep you far from the action.

After the Fall, you spent most of your time traveling around with Cor, and met up with the prince and his retinue at Keycatrich. Unlike Cor, you had entered the dungeon with them and proved your worth as a former Kingsglaive. You had been nervous around Prompto, afraid you had hurt him all those years ago, and you were relieved when you found out he held no grudge against you.

“You’re not the first one close to Noct that’s tried to kill me. Gladio did it too! But I promise, I just wanted to be Noct’s friend!”

One night, at the haven near Cape Caem, you were able to relax. Since the fall, you had been tense beyond belief. Especially when Ardyn would show up. Whenever that happened, you were quick to disappear; you didn’t want him to recognize you.

As you relaxed, you remembered the small sketchbook you had stashed in your Kingsglaive jacket for when you were bored on duty. Taking it out, you flipped to the next open page, frowning when you realized you’d need to get a new one soon.

You had been so occupied with drawing that you hadn’t noticed Ignis watching over your shoulder until his hand rested on your shoulder.

“Dinner’s ready, love.”

You jumped in your chair, turning to the man with wide eyes.

“H-How long have you--”

“I don’t think you want to know, my dear.”

It was during the World of ruin that your eye for detail came in handy for something other than illustrating. Since Ignis had lost his sight, you had taken it upon yourself to describe everything to him. Even if it was pitch black outside, your eyes would pick up on the smallest of details and relay them to him, you two earning the moniker “The Eyes and Ears of The King”.

Gladio

Gladio had been your s/o for around three weeks before the Fall. Because of your connection to the Amicitia family (you were from an older family that was on the verge of going extinct before Clarus had offered you to marry his son), you had been one of the first out of the city, Iris in tow.

When he had met you two in Lestallum, all three of you were entangled in a bear hug with tears streaming down your face. Your family hadn’t made it out, meaning your line had officially died out with your father.

It was weeks later that you were back to normal, somewhat. You had become quieter and more temperamental -- not the best combination. But instead of taking your anger out on others, you would shut yourself in a room and start drawing. At the time of the Fall, you hadn’t drawn in years, but you didn’t seem to have forgotten anything; it was like relearning how to ride a bike for you.

You had music blasting as you were drawing, a small frown on your lips, when Gladio walked in. He leaned against the doorframe and just watched you. He hadn’t seen you focused like this before, and it kind of scared him; had you put that focus to something else, like monster hunting, he doubted anyone would be able to stop you. And you were his.

Later on, during the World of Ruin, rarely were the two of you seen without one another. And even more rare was it that you came home with injuries other than minor scrapes and cuts.

#Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum x reader #prompto argentum x reader #ignis scientia x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #ffxv #request time

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 4 years ago

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Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Twenty-Five

A/n: This part gets a little gory near the end. It's for a short bit, but I just wanna warn everyone in case someone's grossed out by blood. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Love you all!!! •••••••••••••••••••••

Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis didn't make it far into the city before being separated by the wrecked train. The raven-haired boy was forced to trek the innards of Zegnautus Keep by himself while his advisor and shield did the same. Minutes turned into hours as they searched the large stronghold for the Crystal, Prompto, (Y/n), and each other.

Ardyn had taken it upon himself to taunt Noctis as the boy meandered through the halls and rooms of Zegnautus Keep. He tried to ignore the chancellor as he continued his search. At one point, the man teased him by creating images of Prompto. Noctis would chase after his best friend, but in the end, he was always greeted with a mangled body of a magitek. He growled under his breath before setting out and ignoring any other spectral images of the blonde.

While in the deepest parts of Zegnautus Keep after falling down the central shaft from the upper-level catwalk, Noctis discovered the bodies of imperial troopers. Among the corpses, he found Ravus' own lifeless body and his father's sword. Claiming the weapon, Noctis no longer needed to rely heavily on the Ring of the Lucii.

After more hours of traversing through the stronghold, Noctis was able to regroup with Gladio and Ignis. Now that they were all together, searching the Keep proved to be easier.

Eventually, they arrived in the cell block of Zegnautus Keep. There, they found Prompto and freed him from the device restraining him. The blonde falls to the floor once liberated and Noctis bends down to help him.

"Hey, you alright?" Gladio asked once seeing the bruises and scratches across the younger boy's body.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Ignis questioned as he also noticed how battered his friend was.

"I'm fine. Thank you, Noct." Prompto fights through the pain and manages to sit upright. He stared at his best friend with an unwavering gaze. "Tell me. Were you worried about me?"

Noctis was taken aback at the question but didn't hesitate to respond. "Of course I was. What kind of question is that?"

"Of course. That's why you came, like I believed you would," the blonde said.

"Prompto..."

"That's why I told myself I couldn't die. Not until I could see you and hear you tell me I'm not a fake-that I'm the real me."

The raven-haired boy looked away with a guilt-stricken expression. "I'm sorry."

Prompto shook his head. "Don't be. Everything's alright now."

"If you four are done, we better get moving," a feminine voice said.

The boys turned their heads and saw War standing outside the cell with her arms crossed.

Gladio couldn't help but snicker at her appearance, memories of her helping him in Altissia flashing through his mind. "When did you get here, Firecracker?"

The redhead glared at the brute. "Don't call me that." She uncrossed her arms a placed a hand on her hip. "I'm here for my sister. That's it."

"(Y/n) is our next priority," Ignis stated.

Prompto pushes himself off the floor alongside Noctis. "I know where they're keeping her."

"Good," War sighed. She then looked toward Noctis. "Before we search for Pestilence, returning your power should be our next focus. Let's make this quick so we can find my sister."

Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis followed War out of the cell block and in a different direction then they trekked before. The boys were relieved the Horseman was with them for her presence alone was enough to keep them safe from daemons with their lack of weapons at the moment. As the group makes their way back toward the central area of Zegnautus Keep, War and Ignis suddenly froze.

The girl turned around and faced the others. "What a strange sound."

"Indeed," Ignis agreed before glancing toward the raven-haired boy walking beside him. "Noct, do you hear that?"

Noctis glances between War and his advisor. "Hear what?"

"I've heard this sound before-on the train, just before your weapons failed you. It's nearby, and it may hold the key to restoring your power," Ignis answered.

War's cerulean eyes scanned the area around them. She used her ears to tune into the low humming and walked forward. When she realized the noise crescendoed, she gestured for the boys to follow her. "This way."

The boys and Horseman make their way across the catwalk leading to the central area of the current level they were on of the Keep. They came across a room, which was sealed by mechanical doors.

Ignis' eyes narrowed slightly as he listened closely to the noise. He knew for certain it was coming from the other side of the door. "It's here."

Noctis stops in front of the closed metal doors in the center of the enormous room. "This thing?" He places his hand against one of the doors and tried to open it. However, it didn't budge. "Door's locked."

"It's coming from within. Is there no way through?" The strategist questioned, using his good eye to search for a way in.

"There's a way," Prompto sorrowfully said. The others watch him closely as he hesitantly steps up to the door's scanner and raises the back of his right wrist to it. When the doors slide open, the blonde resumes speaking, staring off into the room. He found himself unable to make eye contact with the others. "So, MTs... They've got those codeprints...just like I do."

"Do they? Never looked," Noctis replied, unfazed by his best friend's words.

"Yeah... So, as it turns out...I'm one of them. Not exactly something I could tell people growing up in Lucis," the marksman confessed, his voice lower than usual. Tears threaten to fall, but he manages to keep them at bay. "Still... You guys are like...the only friends I've ever known. I just hope that things can stay the way they were."

"Whatever. Who cares where you were born?" Noctis responded.

"I don't see you turning against us. Not now, or ever," Ignis stated.

Prompto looked around at his friends. "Thanks, guys. Still...I can't change where I came from. What I am."

"Since when does where you come from matter to you? You never once treated me as a prince," the raven-haired boy said, playfully punching the blonde's shoulder.

"He's got you there," Gladio commented.

"Never so much as a "Highness"," Ignis added.

"We're done here," Noctis said. "C'mon, crown citizen."

War, who remained silent during the exchange, walked inside the room. Gladio steps over to Prompto and gives his shoulder a friendly smack as he follows the redhead. "You're one of us, right?"

Ignis stops and turns back toward Prompto, looking over his shoulder. "Unless you'd rather not be."

Prompto smiles, nods, and follows them.

Inside the room, they find abandoned clothing laying upon the throne and a large bank of computers. War stepped forward, warning the others to back away. Once they put enough distance between her and them, she waved her hand and six lances materialized behind her, each one different in design. She raised her hand and with a simple tilt of her finger, the lances flipped position and their sharp blades were now pointed at the computers. With a swift slicing motion of her hand, the six lances flew forward and plunged into the machinery. The computers sparked before a small explosion erupted from inside. The lances disappeared as the lights of the computers blipped out.

"There," War sighed. "It's done."

"Think you could teach me that?" Noctis asked, awed at the girl's power.

She smirked at him. "You don't want me as a teacher."

"If I can handle Gladio's teachings, I know I can handle yours," Noctis confidently responded.

The Horseman walked past the boy, not sparing him a glance as her smirk vanished. "Trust me, you'll experience hell with me." She exited the room, turning around the face the group when noticing they weren't following her. "Hurry up and make sure your power's back, Noctis. We still have to find Pestilence and I don't wanna dawdle any longer."

"Alright." Noctis held out his hand and inhaled deeply. "Moment of truth." He stares down at his empty hand and summons a sword. When it appears in his hand, he exhaled.

Prompto claps in celebration at the revelation. A smirk appeared on Gladio's face when seeing Noctis' power was restored. "We're back, baby."

Noctis nodded. "Let's roll."

"Hey, blondie," War called out to Prompto, who met eyes with her. "You said you know where they're keeping her, right?"

"Uh, y-yeah," the sharpshooter replied nervously, shaken by her intimidating gaze.

She gestured to the way they came from. "Lead the way."

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Another hour passes by the time they reached the lab Pestilence was being held. They stood outside, wondering how to get inside. There was no scanner or a keycard slot.

"How the hell're we supposed to get inside?" Gladio hissed.

War approached the door and tried using several weapons from her arsenal and her own magic, but she only left scratches and burn marks on the metal. She let out a frustrated cry before dispelling her weapons. "How annoying..."

"Noct," Ignis spoke up. "You still possess (Y/n)'s staff, correct?"

"Yeah. Why?" Said boy asked.

"You mentioned how your own magic was enhanced with the staff. It is possible there is still some residual mana left from (Y/n)'s usage. One spell may be the key to getting through."

The redhead spun around and faced Noctis. "Pestilence's magic is the most powerful out of all the Four Horsemen's. If there really is a small amount of her own mana left in the staff, it'll definitely blow a hole in this door."

"Guess it's worth a try." Noctis held out his hand and conjured (Y/n)'s staff. He could feel the small amount of mana remaining in the staff and decided to use it. "Here goes nothing." Using his own fire spell, he was able to create a bright, burning flame that melted the metal door. Now there was a hole big enough for them to pass through. He ridded himself of the staff and led the group into the lab.

Inside, they found (Y/n) floating inside a glass tube with wires protruding from her back. Her (e/c) eyes were dull and lifeless, which made War grit her teeth. "Dammit..." She rushes over the console in front of the tube. Her eyes scanned over the myriads of buttons and switches. She wondered how to free her sister as the others gathered around. "Any idea here, blondie?" She asked, looking toward Prompto.

"I only saw him press one button." The gunman searched the console and found the button. "It was this one." He pressed it and they heard a small alarm trigger.

Everyone looked around and saw a red light above the tube flashing as the water inside slowly drained. Once the water was all gone, Pestilence's body hung from the wires like a lifeless marionette waiting for someone to pull the strings.

War pressed a few random buttons, which many were duds. Fortunately, one of them opened the tube. A few droplets of water rained down on the console. "Now for the wires." Pressing another random selection of buttons, she managed to locate the one that dislodged the wires from her back, revealing the sharp needles attached at the ends.

With the wires now gone, (Y/n)'s body toppled out of the tube. Ignis was the first to react and lunged forward, catching her body in his arms before she could collide with the floor. While one eye was fully recovered and the other still blurry, he could distinctly see something on her chest. His attention was diverted to her back when he felt a warm substance soaking through his gloves.

The crimson-haired girl dashed over and kneeled beside Pestilence. She examined her body, asking Ignis to turn her over. When seeing her back and ripped open flesh from the wires, she frowned. "Why isn't she healing?" She took (Y/n)'s body out of Ignis' grasp and laid her down on the floor. She saw something on her sister's chest and grimaced. Pulling her clothes away from her chest, her eyes widen in horror. She spotted a circular object protruding from her chest, black veins sprouting from it and creeping across Pestilence's body. It pulsated like a heart as an eerie black substance oozed from it.

"Wh-What is that?" Prompto asked.

"I have a feeling this is the "dark entity" King Aeshema spoke of." War summoned a dagger, placing the sharp tip a few inches above the anomaly.

Before War could plunge the blade into (Y/n)'s body, Ignis grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "What do you aim to accomplish?" His tone was stern and hinted with a slight tinge of anger from the girl's rash decision.

She yanked her wrist out of his grasp, glaring at him. "Cutting this thing out of her. You've any other ideas at the moment?"

Ignis remained silent as he met the Horseman's furious gaze. He lowered his hand with an exhale, looking down at his beloved.

"It's worth a try, right?" Gladio asked.

"I know how much you care for Pestilence, Ignis," War groaned. "But remember who she is. Once I cut this entity out of her, she'll no longer have to fear Ardyn taking control of her body and using her against you."

The strategist was silent for a few more seconds before nodding. "All right."

After receiving his permission, War didn't hesitate to plunge the dagger into (Y/n)'s chest. Noctis and Prompto immediately looked away when the girl forcefully peeled back the skin to view the inside of her sister's body. Seeing the black veins wrapped around her heart, she scowled. "Sorry, sis." Using her dagger, she sliced through the sable veins and yanked the entity out of her body. It shrieked in pain as the veins wiggled wildly.

War quickly set it ablaze, turning it into a pile of ashes. With her bloodied hands, she reassembled her sister. Holding her breath, she waited for the skin to mend. "C'mon, c'mon..." Minutes ticked by and no one spoke. When (Y/n)'s body began to mend, the redhead sighed in relief. "Thank the Six..."

Ignis reached out toward Pestilence and pulled her body into his arms, checking her back. Feeling her wounds had mended, the tenseness in his muscles vanished.

"Is she...?" Prompto asked, his voice trailing off.

"She'll be fine." War stood up, ridding herself of the bloodied dagger. "For now, let's find a dormitory. You all look exhausted."

"Worried about us, Firecracker?" Gladio questioned with a grin.

She jabbed a finger at him. "Stop calling me that, dammit!"

Prompto saw Ignis was about to pick up (Y/n)'s body and offered to carry her in his stead. The advisor shook his head as he scooped up the girl's body in his arms. "While my eyesight still remains in shambles, my strength isn't."

The blonde respected his decision and backed away. Noctis stepped toward the hole he created in the door. "I could use a break."

"We passed a dormitory not long ago," War said. "Head back the way we came and you'll find it."

"Where're you going?" The raven-haired boy inquired.

"To meet up with Death and Famine. They'll want to know how Pestilence is doing." She turned her back to them, waving at them over her shoulder. "See ya." With that, she vanished.

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amarabliss · 5 years ago

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Oaths and Hearts - Ignis Scentia/Reader

So this is a crossover between FFXV and Dragon Inquisition.

You fell through a rift into the fade fighting the demons you swore to protect your world from. When you popped out you were no longer in the lands of Ferelden instead trapped in Insomnia. The gracious king allowed you to say recognizing power when he saw it. One thing led to another and now you were part of the procession of the prince to his wedding years later. Before the final battle, after years of fighting, losses, and love...your friend...your king...Noctis has asked you to change it all...

You stared down at the streets of Altissia…No one was even aware of what was about to happen. Just you…sent far, far from home and loved ones, all in the name of keeping the light alive.

You, of course, had additional objectives. You sighed shutting your eyes reflecting back to the moments before the boys took off for Insomnia to reclaim it.

“Y/N…” You looked over to Noctis already dressed in his royal uniform, “can I have a moment of your time?”

“Of course, your majesty.” You smirked a little as he guided away from the camper toward the converted restaurant, “You’ve aged well, by the way.”

He let out a soft chuckle watching to you take a seat on a crate, “I can say the same for you…your daughter is beautiful.”

“She is.” You smiled looking over toward the camper. You let out a chuckle as Prompto chased Ellie around before she ran to her father climbing into his lap laughing as he summoned his dagger, pointing at it Prompto, who quickly surrendered, “She’s going be so impressed when she can see the world in light. She most excited about the flowers. Ignis always tells her about the gardens of the palace.”

“What if she could be born into that light you both tell her about?” Your eyes shifted to Noctis’ face. His eyes held a great sadness and an edge, “Would you be willing to do something to make that happen?”

“Noctis…” Your eyes narrowed on him, “What are you…”

“I learned a lot…waiting inside the crystal. I learned that you fell from a different world entirely and you always held back the entire time you were with us, until Ardyn took you.” He frowned looking down to the ring on his hand, “You did that to help me…I saw that too…”

You wrapped your arms around yourself staring at him, “You knew some of that already. You don’t forget someone dropping into the royal courtyard through a rift…”

“No you don’t…or how you protected my father day…” He smiled a little before wiping it away, “I…will cut right to it. I know you can save Luna. You have the gift of kings, but you’re not tied to me or anything here.”

“What…” You stood up staring at him confused.

“If you save her…if you push Ardyn away and through a rift…cast a shield over Altissia…”

“Noctis…” You began shaking your head as you turned form him, “What you’re suggesting…”

“Will give me more time with the woman I love.” He interrupted you raising an arm pointing it toward the camper, “Will let Ignis see his daughter’s face when she’s born in the sunlight…and save countless more by giving me the proper time to get our gods blessings and the weapons of the kings.”

“You want me to change what already has happened…” You turned facing him, “Noctis…it can’t be done.”

“It can.” He stepped close to you, “It can be done, but at a great price…”

“Y/N?” Your eyes snapped open seeing the warm streets of Altissia again. You looked over to who was calling you and smiled seeing Ignis approaching you, “There you are, is everything alright? You’re not having another headache, are you?”

“Everything is fine.” You stared up into his eyes, “No headaches.”

“Good. You had me worried there for a moment.” His eyes were bright with concern as he looked you over, “Sharp pains in the skull with a bloody nose generally do not bode well. I appreciate you allowing a doctor to examine you when we arrived at Caem.”

“It was a good idea. Can’t be too cautious.” You smiled at him wishing to run your fingers through his hair, but you weren’t that familiar yet, “I appreciate you caring enough to get me looked at.”

“Well…it was the next logical step.” He pulled his glasses off looking at them before he wiped them down.

“Where are the children?” You asked as you both started down the stairs, “Not causing too much trouble are they?”

He let out a small laugh, “Well they’re not fighting anything or infiltrating any bases at the moment, so good.”

“Good…” You repeated brushing your hair behind your ears, it was so much shorter than you were use to, “It will be nice to relax for a moment. I’m happy we made it here ahead of schedule, despite the fact that Lady Lunafreya is still alluding us.”

“But she is safe, which has put Noct at ease.” Ignis nodded absently, “I hope he enjoys the reprieve, even if it’s only for a moment.”

“Us too.” You glanced at him seeing him pull at his collar a little, “Ignis, is something wrong?”

“Wrong? No…” He said took quickly, “no nothing is the matter.”

“Are you certain?” You moved in front of him walking backwards gaining his full attention, “Because if there’s something on your mind?”

He stared at you for a moment as if considering everything in front of him before he spoke, “It’s nothing that can’t wait.”

“Alright…” You turned away from him heading for the gondola.

“Hey Y/N!” You stopped abruptly when you heard Noct’s voice. He looked so young and less burdened, “Do you have a minute? I could use your help with something.”

“My help?” The last time he’d asked you for helped in this time, it involved pranking Prompto.

“Don’t freak out, it’s not like last time.” He smirked a little putting his hands on his hips, I want to get a gift for Luna, and I thought maybe you could give me some advice.”

“Why?” You tilted your head a little, “I’ve never met her.”

“No…but you both are alike.” He smiled a little.

“Well…knowing who you’re speaking about, I take that as the highest form of compliment.” You smiled at him, “I’d be happy to help you.”

“Ignis, you mind tagging along too? You tend to have a practical outlook on these things.” Noct looked at him as you began to walk off with him.

“I suppose, it wouldn’t hurt making sure you don’t spend all of our supply money.” Ignis followed behind the pair down the street.

This was different. You knew there would be some changes. You had persuaded…manipulated…the group to arriving to Altissia early. Knowing the needed upgrades for the royal yacht helped immensely.

“So what are you thinking?” You asked as they stepped into a jewelry shop.

“I don’t know…” Noct shrugged a little as he leaned over a case of rings, “I mean she has a ring for me…that belongs to our family…so I thought maybe I should get her one for the wedding.”

You looked at Noct curiously, “Is…that what you do for marriages? Exchange jewelry?”

“Yeah, usually rings. You don’t do that where you’re from?” The prince asked as Ignis moved around you to inspect what the prince was looking at.

“No, no not really.” You watched the Noct raised his eyebrows interested, “Well that’s not true…rings were a royal thing…More commonly was a knot or braid turned into a bracelet…or necklace. Usually made to whatever the wearer preferred.”

“Huh…interesting, is there a reason why you do that? And do you have a preference?” Noct rattled off.

“Noct!” You looked over to Ignis whose ears were red, “That’s a bit intrusive.”

“It’s alright.” You smiled at him before looking down at the glittering jewels, “I prefer bracelets. I was a leader of a rebel force; necklaces could be used against me in a bad way. A bracelet can be seen, and most people don’t try to strangle you with them.”

“Doesn’t a ring do the same thing?” Noct picked one up after the shop keeper pulled out a row.

“Yes…it’s also easily lost…and not very comfortable when wielding a staff. If I were to get a ring it wouldn’t be anything like this.” You plucked the glittery piece out of his fingers, “It would have only been a simple band of brass or silver. Jewels were a luxury item.”

Noct smirked as you slipped it on your finger holding out your hand, “But you do like it, don’t you?”

You smirked glancing at him, but your eyes found Ignis who was carefully listening, “It’s hard to pass up shiny trinkets…If someone were to get me something like…”

Noct smiled as you pulled out a small gold band with a triset of diamonds as you went on, “…this…I could not refuse it.”

“It’s very pretty…but…Luna is more into silver.” Noct took the ring from you putting it back.

You rolled your eyes, “I guess we’re not as much a like as you said.”

“No, no…you are.” He smirked at you, “She’s not really into the glamour of everything…Just need to change the colour. Like this one.”

You giggled as he held up one similar to the one you chose, but in a white gold band. Your eyes trickled toward Ignis who’s eyes were on you, “Just like that one.”

One transaction later all three of you were walking out of the shop. Noct smiled at you, “Thank you, Y/N, I think she’ll like it.”

“Once you get her favorite flowers, I think you’re right.” You smiled back at him, “I’m happy to serve my king.”

He stopped in the street looking at you, “Y-you mean that?”

You stared at him a moment before standing up straight putting arm across your chest like you’d seen the three Crowns Guard do many times, “I may not be a true citizen of this world…your country…or your city, but I would proudly call you my king.”

Noct glanced over to Ignis when you bowed. He swallowed before putting a hand on your shoulder getting you to stand again, “Thank you, Y/N…I would be honored to have you be a part of my guard.”

“NOCT!” The small moment was broken up as Prompto came running over, “You have to come check this out! It’s so cool!”

“I’ll babysit, don’t worry.” Gladio patted Ignis on the back.

“You sure?” Ignis raised his eyebrows with concern.

“Yeah…score us a place to sleep. Meet up at Magho’s for dinner?” Gladio pointed at you and Ignis.

“I suppose…” Ignis wasn’t given the opportunity to finish answering, “Well then…”

You watched him adjust his coat for a moment before turning away longing to take his hand in yours, “I think I saw a hotel back where we started…if we take the gondola we can probably get there faster than walking.”

“It seems that way.” Ignis stepped close to you as a group of people passed by pushing him closer, “Sorry…”

You looked up at him when he leaned in placing his arm above your head, “I don’t mind…”

His eyes twinkled looking down into yours, “Perhaps we could tour the city for a while first, if you’re up to it?”

You swallowed looking at him, “Ignis…”

This was so hard. A week ago, you could grab hold of him kiss him until he was breathless before he warned you to calm down. A week ago, he’d hold you so tightly that you were sure no force could separate you. A week ago…

“No.”

“Ignis…” You watched as he stood up from his chair faster than he should have. You knew he was going to get lost, “I know that this is…”

“Insanity!” He shook his head getting my frustrated by the second, “No…worse…you get sent away and nothing changes. Noctis will still have to sacrifice himself and I will have lost you…the mother of my daughter…of my future child…”

You stepped up to him taking his hand pressing it against your stomach, “This will be again…Ellie will be again…In the sun, Ignis…”

“You can’t be certain.” He whispered letting his other hand slink up to your face, “You can’t know…”

“…you don’t know if you’ll come back either…” He scowled attempting to move away from you, but in his frustration, he ran into the couch. You frowned as he let out a yell, “Ignis…stop…”

“I will not risk losing you!” He shouted not turning around for fear of looking foolish and not facing you, “I can’t…”

You stepped up behind him wrapping your arms around his chest, “And I don’t want to lose you either…when this works…”

“If…”

“When this works…” You continued resting your head against his back, “…I’ll be doing more then just helping Luna and Noctis…”

“I’ve made my peace, Y/N…” He sighed putting his hand over yours, “I’ve said that…”

“I know, but…I know how hard it’s been…how it is still.” You took a deep breath before leaning up on your toes kissing his neck, “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am.” He frowned finally turning around sitting on the back of the couch. His hands found your face, “I am so, so very happy.”

“But you won’t stay…” Your lip trembled when he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I have sworn an oath to my king.” He told you firmly.

You nudged his nose with yours, “So have I.”

“Y/N?” You focused on his lips as he spoke your name again. His hands came to rest on yours which were gripping onto his jacket, “What’s wrong?”

“Kiss me…” You whispered. You watched his eyes get wide as you stepped closer to him. The deliciousness of seeing him like this was almost too much...but it was out there for him to respond to. Now you just waited.

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calligraphist-artemisia · 5 years ago

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The Sun Prince (Chapter 1)

Summary: It was an accident. A simple misstep that sent him plunging into the darkness and waking an ancient magic. Now Prompto has to deal with the consequences of making a deal with an Astral and learn how to control the magic blooming inside of him.

Also posted on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the username “kishirokitsune”

Decided to jump headfirst into this one after the idea of Prompto accidentally becoming a prince wouldn’t leave my head. I’m not 100% sure where this will go, but it’ll be fun to find out!

1. The Crown in the Darkness

In Prompto's defense, he hadn't meant to end up in the ancient ruins, alone with only his trusty lapel flashlight to guide the way. It happened so suddenly – one minute he was helping Noctis search for a missing dogtag, and the next the ground gave way beneath his feet, plunging him into the chilled depths. He'd been thankful to have his landing slightly softened by water, right up until the rushing river swept him away from the entrance, dropping him deeper into the ancient structure.

Prompto groaned as he came to another dead end. As awful as it sounded, he really wished Noctis was there with him. He didn't want his best buddy in trouble, but he'd feel a whole lot better if he had some company. Maybe then he wouldn't jump at every time shuffle of rock, every drip of water.

'Pull it together. It's just another empty ruin,' he chided himself, not daring to speak the words out loud. He turned around, making his way back through the winding passage and keeping an eye out for a split in the path.

Just an empty ruin.

A run-of-the-mill, underground, empty ruin.

A surprisingly intact empty ruin, whose murals of colorful, gleaming stone glinted as his light passed over them, so unlike any of the others they'd visited while exploring the lands outside of the Crown City. If he weren't so terrified by what may lurk there, Prompto would have examined the murals more closely or snapped a few pictures to show Ignis later.

Actually, it was strange. He should have encountered daemons the moment he came out at the bottom of the slide, but he hadn't see as much as a single imp.

Prompto shivered for a reason other than being cold and wet.

It should have brought him some form of comfort, the thought of not having to deal with daemons by himself while lost and trapped in an ancient structure, but it only intensified his feelings of unease.

He came to a new path and noted with some hope that it sloped upwards. That was a good sign, right? He had to go up in order to get out, so as long as he kept that in mind, he would be okay. Eventually he would find a way out. It was just like following the left wall to get out of a maze! (Right? Wait, was that right? He'd heard it somewhere before, but did that really work?)

Prompto shook his head and tried to focus on the situation at hand.

Step one, find a path leading up and out.

Step two... well, he didn't know what step two was, but he'd figure it out.

Step three, profit?

He fought back a giggle at the absurdity of his thoughts, which trailed off to a stop as he reached the top of the sloping path, where he came face-to-face with another dead end.

“No...” he breathed, feeling panic well up and lodge in his throat. His eyes stung with tears and he fiercely wiped them away.

There was another mural there, depicting a great horned Astral offering the image of the sun to a human figure. Maybe if he paid better attention to the lessons on the history of Solheim, he'd be able to make better sense of what he was seeing. What if there were clues on how to get out and he was missing them?

No, that was stupid. Stuff like that only happened in movies and video games, not real life.

It didn't stop Prompto from reaching out to touch the raised form of the sun, half wondering how the ancients accomplished such lasting feats of design. Even after thousands of years, there wasn't a decorative stone out of place.

The sun sank in from the light pressure of his fingertips and Prompto didn't have time to utter a despairing “uh oh” before the floor tipped under his feet and sent him painfully thudding into a chamber below.

Bright light assaulted his eyes and he tightly squeezed his eyes shut with a soft cry. Between that and the pain throbbing through his back thanks to his hard landing, all he knew was pain for several agonizingly long minutes.

He officially hated the ruins.

(Could it even be considered that? It wasn't exactly ruined.)

His eyes slowly adapted to the change in light and as he looked around the chamber, he realized he was in very real, very serious danger.

Two of the walls were slowly moving in, so quietly that at first he thought he was imagining it, and there was no exit in sight.

“No, no, no!” Prompto cried out, frantically struggling to his feet. He grabbed onto a podium in the center of the room, using it to stabilize himself as he searched the walls for any clues.

There had to be a way out! Another trigger, like the one that dropped him into danger! He just needed to be fast about finding it.

He couldn't die there, slowly and agonizingly crushed to death between hard stone. There was so much he still had to do! To see! How could he keep his promise to stand by Noct's side if he was dead!

Pure panic was setting in.

“Help!” Prompto shouted, his voice bouncing off of the walls of the stone chamber.

He received no response, not that he really expected one.

“Please.” His next word came out as more of a sob, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to calm down. He had to calm down. If he panicked, he was doomed. “Can anyone hear me?”

Prompto lowered his eyes to the podium he was clutching for support. A podium which held an ornate golden crown, which emanated an aura of light that warped the air around it, not unlike heat waves on a hot summer day or the way burning embers distorted the air as it turned wood to charcoal. It was a work of beauty, all woven gold and tiny, delicate gears that actually moved. Ancient writings were printed across the thicker sides of the bands. The emblem of a sun, carved from golden crystal, was the centerpiece.

A part of Prompto wanted to pick it up and get a better look, but he wrenched his gaze away instead. “Bad idea. That's, like, the start of seventeen different horror films,” he said to himself.

He wasn't going to make his impending death worse by getting himself cursed by an ancient artifact. Nuh uh. No thanks.

Prompto turned his attention back to the walls, morbidly wondering how badly his blood would stain the images. He shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that!

The murals...

They were everywhere that he looked. There had to be some kind of meaning to them all, or else why bother putting so much time and effort into them, especially in a chamber designed solely to kill whoever got stuck inside of it.

Dazzling crystals in an array of colors glimmered under the light of the crown, more detailed than anything else he'd come across. A giant of a man – maybe one of the Astrals? - was being presented with a golden crown, not unlike the one on the podium. He was there on every wall, in every scene, helping the people with what they needed.

It gave Prompto an idea.

He took a deep breath and tried to block out the fact that, in a few minutes, he would be firmly sandwiched between two walls and squeezed until he popped and became something that grotesquely resembled strawberry jam. He tried not to fidget too much as he summoned his camera to his hands and his words got stuck in his throat.

“Uh, so, I know I'm not worthy or anything. I'm not royalty or anyone special or even a true Crown citizen, but....” He fought the urge to touch his wristband and make sure it fully covered the mark it was meant to hide. Instead, he set his camera on the podium. “Please, if you can hear me, I really don't want to die here, and I know my camera isn't a great offering, but it's the most prized thing I have.”

He eyed the walls, which steadily continued on their path, and swallowed fearfully. “P-please, I don't... I'll do anything you want! Please, help me!”

“Anything?”

It was a good thing Prompto already set down his camera, because he absolutely would have dropped it at the sound of a raspy, masculine voice. He whirled around to find a man with long, dark hair standing against an stationary wall, a scowl set on his sharp face. His eyes were the most unsettling thing about him, flickering red and orange like a blazing fire.

He stepped forward and Prompto's attention was down to his faded and torn robes, gray like ash and unfitting for a man – no, Astral, who radiated such raw power.

Prompto gulped.

He was in way over his head, practically drowning, but he couldn't back down. Promising anything to an unknown god was probably the worst mistake he could make, but it was either that or die an agonizingly painful death.

The Astral stared at him, waiting for an answer.

“Anything,” Prompto agreed, his voice coming out as an embarrassing squeak.

The Astral didn't have the decency to laugh or even smirk, and instead walked over and took Prompto's chin in a tight grip, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Prompto didn't know what he was looking for, but the Astral must have been satisfied with what he saw because he soon released him and moved on to the crown.

Prompto watched him caress it with reserved reverence, all too aware of the walls, which had yet to stop. He hated to disrupt the moment the Astral was having, but he couldn't hold back. Not anymore. “So, uh, what about the walls? You know, the moving ones? The moving ones that are about to kill us both?”

The Astral looked wholly indifferent to what Prompto was saying, and without looking away from the crown, lifted one hand and snapped his fingers.

The walls stopped.

Prompto exhaled in relief. “Thanks! I really thought I was done for!”

“I am aware,” said the Astral, but at least that time Prompto thought he could detect a hint of amusement. His victory over being vaguely amusing to the deity rather than annoying was short-lived, as the man turned to him with the crown in his hands.

Prompto's smile faded and he took a step back. “What are you going to do with that?”

“This is for you. It is the key to leaving this place.”

“It's not cursed, is it?” Prompto asked warily, the words slipping out. He snapped his mouth shut, his eyes going wide as he realized he'd likely offended the deity standing before him.

“Cursed?” repeated the Astral, evidently thrown off guard. He glanced down at the crown in his hands and snorted in amusement. “An intriguing idea, however foolish. Had I wanted you dead, I would have let your pleas go unanswered.” He looked Prompto up and down. “You are more interesting than I expected. Now step forward, Prompto Argentum.”

Prompto's feet moved as if by their own accord until he stood directly in front of the Astral, and before he could protest or babble out a whole stream of questions, the crown was gently placed on top of his head, a pleasantly warm weight.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected to happen, but after a moment it became clear that was it. He lifted his head to meet the Astral's amused gaze, and the crown stayed perfectly in place, as though it had been made just for him.

“Now what?”

“Now, you leave,” said the Astral, making a shooing gesture.

It had to be a trick, right? Did gods even play tricks?

“You haven't told me what you want,” Prompto pointed out. “My offering, for saving my life. I still owe you.”

“It has been a long time since anyone owed me something. I would like to cherish that feeling for a while longer,” said the Astral. “Rest assured, Prompto Argentum, I will find you when the time is right to request my favor. For now, I leave you with a name – Rhyos. Remember it.”

“Uh, sure?” Prompto responded, unsure of what else to say.

Rhyos, he tested the name in his mind. It was an unusual name for a god, but he'd never say that to his face.

He blinked and Rhyos was gone, leaving him alone in the chamber. “Okay, Prompto, lets get out of here,” he said to himself. “Now, uh, how do I do that?”

Prompto was sure he'd been gone for hours, following bands of golden light through the twisting corridors, until finally he ascended a flight of stairs to a door marked with the emblem of the sun. It had taken thirty minutes to figure out how the crown worked and he wondered if Rhyos neglected to mention it on purpose. The Astral did seem to take some amusement from his confusion.

It was easy once he figure it out. All he had to do was command a door to open or ask for a way out and the crown did all of the real work.

One last door stood in his path to freedom.

Prompto reached out and pressed his palm flat against the sun. “Open.”

As the door slid soundlessly open, Prompto quickly removed the crown from his head, and with a slight sense of guilt, stowed it away in the Armiger, purposefully hiding it in his bag. The top of his head tingled for a moment.

“Prompto!”

He didn't have time to brace himself before Noctis appeared in front of him in a shower of blue magic. His normally reserved best friend pulled him in for a tight hug and Prompto didn't need to hear his voice to feel the pure relief at seeing him alive.

He saw Gladio approach over Noctis's shoulder, watching the taller man call out to Ignis. They were all relieved to see him, he realized. Genuinely relieved, and not just because of Noct's worry. Prompto hadn't stopped to consider the close bond that had formed between them since leaving Insomnia, but the proof was right there if he ever needed it.

“Sorry, buddy. Didn't really mean to go cave diving, but, y'know,” Prompto said with a shrug. “Next time I'll make sure to drag you with me.”

“Ha,” Noctis responded dryly, letting go of his friend. “We've been trying to find a way to get to you for hours. I wanted to jump in after you, but Ignis wouldn't let me. How did you get out?”

“Just got lucky, I guess,” Prompto fibbed, not ready to explain everything that happened with Rhyos. Maybe later, once he had time to process everything for himself. All he wanted at that moment was dry clothing and food. It didn't have to be Ignis's cooking – he'd settle for some cup noodles if it meant warm food in his belly. “So, where are we camping for the night?”

“Camping, after all of that?” Ignis asked as he and Gladio approached. “I think not. Our funds can handle one night of splurging for two hotel rooms.”

Not even Gladio looked too upset by the proposal, and he was usually the first to protest when there was a perfectly good haven nearby.

“Maybe I should fall into holes more often,” Prompto joked in undertone to Noctis, who rolled his eyes and playfully shoved him.

Ignis sighed. “Do refrain from making a habit of this.”

But Prompto wasn't listening, he was too busy getting lost in the daydream of a hot shower, comfortable bed, and good food in his near future, all thoughts of magic crowns and ancient gods fleeing his mind.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #fanfiction #The Sun Prince #promptis #slow burn #prompto argentum

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lgbt-ffxv-imagines · 6 years ago

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Nif Prince Prompto comes to Insomnia for negotiations and is more than a little smitten with the Lucian King Noctis ;)))

Prompto is ninety percent sure he’s going to be beheaded. His phone keeps ringing, blasting the victory jingle from King’s Knight, at an incriminating volume. He’d been told to switch the device to silent mode and run an audio recorder by his father’s order.

He had.

He’d just forgotten about his alarms.

Now, with every single member of the Lucian delegation looking less than two seconds away from laughing at him (granted that his father’s glare doesn’t do away with him first), Prompto is pretty sure he’d rather be put to death than continue to be humiliated. The King is the only one still maintaining some semblance of decorum, leaving Prompto to fumble with his phone mostly undisturbed.

The King’s Shield coughs to cover a laugh that echoes a little too loudly when Prompto finally manages to shut off the device. The deafening silence in the wake of his mistake makes his breath come too quickly, half a lungful maybe before it’s stuttered back out. He doesn’t dare try and apologize.

His father is already on his feet, bowing just barely enough to show deference to the Lucian council. The king of Lucis himself, Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV, does not even bother with so much as a slight inclination of hid head in response. He’s imperious in appearance, if not posture - tall as is and taller still when robed in modern black from head to toe, crown glittering where it comes to points of silver - and Prompto is still less intimidated by him than he is by his own father. Maybe it’s because of his disposable nature, or how the king is somehow more transparent than his father’s unpredictable brand of parenting, but the fact that he’d managed to insult them all still stands.

If he hadn’t already been stripped of his title in everything but name, he surely would be after such a slight.

He’s barely managed to wrestle control over his mental faculties back from his raging anxiety when a document is slid before him. He doesn’t have to read the bold black script to know it’s Niflheim’s terms for surrender. He just finds the line he’s to signature and signs it for the last time as the crown prince of Niflheim.

The moment his pen lifts from the paper, he’s lost all rights as a citizen in just about every territory short of those in the Accordo protectorate. He’s not a person, from that point onward, but a belonging. He’s a peace offering of sorts, even if he’s fairly sure Lucis isn’t exactly comfortable with Niflheim’s practice of trading their nobility for remission. He’s fairly sure they consider it at least within the umbrella of unwilling servitude, if not flat out slavery, to reduce any person to that of an item to be exchanged on paper.

When the Niflheimr delegation departs, he doesn’t stand with them, eyes fixed resolutely on the grain of the audience chamber’s grand table. He’s pretty sure he’d managed to miss just about all of the proceedings after his Grand Fuck Up, what with his head long since filled with cotton instead of wit, but a part of him is vindictive in how terrible a fate he’d been dealt hasn’t yet ended with his head rolling in one way or another.

He’d disgraced his father and all those who stood at his back. He’d made them look the part of swindlers but giving Lucis something like him. Prompto doesn’t bother with flattery and easy subservience. He’s stone silent like that of Insomia’s Old Wall remnants.

His name is something he’ll not give up to Lucis, even if he prays for peace to protect his people. He’ll whisper it to himself, if need be. He refuses to let his sense of self be destroyed the way his father wishes it to be. Lucians are a proud people more likely to interrogate him as he is than debase him as a token of their victory.

Then, there’s a laugh and soon enough Prompto is more than confused why it doesn’t seem immediately malicious. He chances a glance upward and the king of Lucis is lounging in his high backed chair, trying to shush his Shield and Sword like his life and line depends on it. He’s harried and pink in the cheeks despite most of his council having departed, save for a few trusted confidantes. There’s a loud whisper-war filling in the quiet between cackles until the High King of Lucis and conqueror of the Empire of Niflheim, Noctis Lucis Caelum CXIV, smacks his head into the table with a groan (then it’s just excessively gleeful laughter with the victor of the argument very clearly being the Shield).

Prompto is very clearly out of place.

Among the oppressive black marble and dark stained wood of the Citadel, he’s a beacon of vehement amity, a forced peace paid for in the blood of those who did no wrong in the centuries-long war. The white, shapeless coat he wears is more than big enough for the rest of his body to seek solace inside, made to wreath him in the Empire’s colors as garishly as possible even as they all but throw him into their enemy’s arms. There’s the tiled crests of the Aldercapt Imperial Dynasty at his breast and at the hem of his sleeves embroidered in tawdry red, heavy pieces made of gold shining against his hair and throat like he’s some sort of ornament rather than a force of nature in the field.

The king’s Sword sighs and it’s a well worn sound, stalking around the table to stand before Niflheim’s freshly disowned heir. He’s deceptively calm when he asks, “Do you swear loyalty to the Crown of Lucis, or Niflheim?”

Prompto waits, heart beginning to hammer all over again like it’s some sort fo trick question with no right answer. He swallows down his trepidation to reply, “I swear loyalty to my people and not a crown, whether they were instated by divine right, or rotted blood.”

The Shield whistles in admiration. “More guts in that one than the whole lot of those rats.” He does not move from a readied stance.

“As agreed by both parties, you are now property of the Crown. Fortunately for us all, Lucis does not condone slavery,” the Sword informs. He pulls a small packet from the air in a shower of blue sparks and proffers it toward Prompto. “As such, we henceforth announce that Prompto Aldercapt, first son of the late emperor of Niflheim, is legally dead.”

The title of the first page reads in bold: For the Reinstating of Identity Postmortem. Prompto stares at it longer than strictly necessary before squeaking, “So, uh, am I going to be executed now? Is that how this works?”

The king makes a face not unlike when someone had gotten ice slipped down their shirt and asks, carefully neutral, “Do you understand what being a prisoner of war means, Prompto?”

“That I’m good as dead and no longer have personhood, yeah,” he replies, worrying his lip between his teeth. “I thought I was already legally dead, though,” he tacks on.

“Not completely, but we’d like to make you an offer,” Noctis’s Sword cuts in, business minded and more than ready to get this over with, “granted that you do not prove to be a threat to the Crown, we are more than willing to assist you with creating a new life here, in Insomnia, under our watch.”

“Oh.” Prompto feels like his whole world has been flipped further onto its head. He struggles for the right words, eventually settling on, “Okay. Yeah… I’d like that?” He doesn’t mean it to come out as a question, but he’s been floating in a sea of insecurity and very confusing government dalliances for so long that fairly straightforward offers feel fake.

The king beams at him and lets his Sword guide Prompto through each of the sections of the document, not stopping either of them until they’re on the last page by saying, “Oh, yeah, Prompto, I play King’s Knight, too. Nice ringtone.”

The ensuing near full-body blush is arguably endearing, even if Prompto is determined to bury his face in the sleeves of his terribly unflattering coat. The half distinguishable mumbling is just the nail in the coffin. “May the Frostbearer freeze me where I sit, so I never have to deal with being such an idiot again.”

Noctis laughs and it’s too real to stop. He sticks Prompto with an encouraging smile to let him know it’s not a malicious sound. “I sure hope Shiva won’t take you up on that. I’d be out one hell of a video game buddy.”

#ffxv imagines #lgbt ffxv #lgbt ffxv imagines #ffxv #final fantasy xv #Noctis Lucis Caelum #prompto argentum #Prince Prompto Argentum #King Noctis Lucis Caelum #age difference #sfw #promptis #noctsnipples #mun kiri #i got off track

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ferix-writes · 6 years ago

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Time Enough-Fluffy OT4 Happy Ending Fic

This fic was written as a ko-fi commission for @sinnerbeam! Thank you so much for supporting me through ko-fi!

If you would like to commission me for a fic, please check out my ko-fi page!

Sinnerbeam wanted a fluffy OT4 happy ending fic about the four boys transitioning the monarchy to a democracy. There’s also a small mention of transguy Ignis right at the end. Hope you all enjoy!

“Ignis?” Noctis murmured one night, while Gladio brushed out his unruly mane after a shower and Prompto tinkered with a pocket watch at the desk nestled in the corner of their quarters.

Ignis, seated on the bed next to Noctis, looked up from his book and studied the King; he was flopped back on their large bed with his hands resting behind his head and his gaze wandering the ceiling.

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to be king anymore,” he said as he exhaled.

He sounded tired and wistful, but not yet exasperated. Ignis marked his page in the book and set it down on the nightstand before folding his hands in his lap and turning his full attention to Noctis. There was so much to say of that request, yet so much had already been said.

Across the room Gladio set down the brush and began braiding his hair, but Ignis didn’t doubt for a minute that he had an ear on the conversation. Prompto kept his gaze on the broken pocket watch, but stopped tinkering.

“I know, Noct,” Ignis sighed, reaching down to run a hand through Noctis’ fluffy and freshly washed hair. “We’ve done all we can for now. All the things that could be set in motion at the moment are in motion. We can only hope that the council and the new committees will continue to run smoothly. And if they don’t, it means more meetings and heated debates and agreements made behind closed doors, but we will have to endure it nonetheless.”

Noctis hummed, indifferent toward the answer. Ignis was right, there was no doubt about that, but such logic was the same thing Noctis already listened to time and time again.

“It may take years, still, for a new government to gain the citizen’s trust and prop itself up on the unsteady legs of the first election.”

Instead of responding, Noctis sighed and rolled over to press his face into Ignis’ hip. Ignis’ hand followed suit and shifted to cradle the back of his head, his thumb still stroking reassuring circles into Noctis’ scalp.

“I know,” he moaned. “ ‘s just nice to dream sometimes, you know?”

Ignis chuckled as the King inched himself closer. “It certainly is. And some day it will be a reality. Some day far off, but some day nonetheless.”

Silence reigned over their quarters once again, save for the soft shift of clothing as Gladio pulled on lounge pants and the quiet tic-tic-tic of Prompto’s tools against the metal insides of the pocket watch.

Too distracted to keep working, though, Prompto spoke up.

“Won’t we lose all this once you aren’t king anymore, Noct?” he asked, motioning to the opulence of the room around them. It was something he thought about on the regular—not that he was any stranger to living in the opposite of the lap of luxury. The memories of his bland and lonely childhood were practically a creed he lived by—don’t expect anything from anyone; his needs were more important than the needs of others; and don’t take anything for granted.

Since becoming friends—lovers, even—and living with the King, those first two were easy to forget. He was lulled into a false sense of security by the blessing of wealth and abundance, but the third was harder to shake.

Why be wasteful and throw something away when it could be mended? It was a valuable skill on the road, when clothing and weapons and camping gear took more wear and tear than they were ever meant to take, and one that stuck with him to that day.

Noctis could easily afford another pocket watch—hell, he could buy out the whole store if he wanted to—but Prompto couldn’t let anything salvageable go to waste. He’d saved countless damaged possessions in his childhood. The prospect of their cushy lifestyle dropping out from under them suddenly triggered harsh memories of his childhood, where he could only have something if he mended and saved and took care of it.

Noctis rolled back over and sat up. “Nah. Don’t worry, Prom, if there’s one thing I’ll never escape it’s the wealth of the crown,” he said. “We’ll probably downsize to some grand manor on the north side of the city, maybe close to Iris and the Amicitia manor?” he postured, catching Gladio’s smirk out of the corner of his eye.

“A downsize, but a very welcome one,” Ignis echoed, resting his chin against his fist as he imagined what their lives would be after all of this.

“Five bedrooms, five bathrooms, a home theater-slash-gaming room and a big backyard with a pond, or that’s what I’ve always imagined, anyway,” Noctis said, not missing a beat.

“Huh,” was all Prompto could say in response, a little dumbfounded. Perhaps he was too paranoid after the year on the road, followed by ten more of darkness and squalor. That time felt like decades ago, now, but it was impossible to forget.

Gladio finally joined them in the main room and plopped down on one of the plush armchairs in the sitting area. “What’s your plan after that, Noct? Spend the rest of your days in bliss next to a fishing pond while Iggy feeds you?” he joked.

“C’mon, big guy, give me a little more credit,” Noctis said, sitting up on the bed. “I assume you’re only asking me because you can’t wait to get back to a life of camping twenty four-seven, living naturally in nature and all that.”

“Well if you’re gonna go fishing for days you need someone to watch your back.”

“I won’t be fishing all the time,” Noctis answered.

“What will we all be doing, then?”

Prompto interrupted before the other two could continue their banter.

Even though Noctis was confident they’d be fine, the prospect of suddenly leaving all of this— the Crownsguard and the Citadel and the restoration committee—kind of scared Prompto. A lot.

Where would he be in life without Cor giving him a job with the Crownsguard? Probably dead in the streets of Insomnia or wandering Lucis as a poor refuge. And now he was part of the King’s inner circle. He never could have achieved any of it without the crown, which was now in the process of dismantling itself. What would he do next?

“I dunno,” Noctis started, defensive. “You guys—We can all do whatever we want. We won’t have as many official duties anymore, but I’ll always be a public figure. I doubt I’ll ever be able to pull Ignis away from politics, so he’ll probably stay more involved around here,” he said, casting a knowing glance at Ignis. He got a knowing smile in return.

“Gladio will likely be welcomed into some position in the military, and you’ll probably be offered one, too. You’d be great at teaching cadets how to handle firearms and shoot.” Prompto’s heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. Again, he couldn’t see past his own fear and hang-ups from the past, but his partners were always there to guide him through the haze.

“But with the rest of our time…treat yourself. Focus on your hobbies. Do whatever makes you happy, Prom.”

Prompto broke eye contact with Noct and exhaled, humming a little in agreement as he tried to process the idea. He turned back to his pocket watch.

“What do you want to do, Noct?” Ignis postured.

Noctis sat, pondering, for a few moments. “I guess I just want to…relax. I want the people to get to know me—the real me. Not the me from news reports.”

Ignis nodded. “An answer befitting a true King.”

Noctis almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself. “I just wanna move on with life. A more normal life. I wouldn’t mind…you know…” Noctis trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck as he hesitated. This was something they’d never spoken about before. “I wouldn’t mind having some kids.”

Dead silence reigned over the room for a moment as the other three considered the idea.

“You mean like…with Iggy?” Prompto said softly. Ignis looked to Noctis for a response.

“W-w-well no, not without letting him decide first and stuff. It was just an idea, you know? There are lots of ways for us to have kids—”

“I’m…not opposed to it, Noct,” Ignis interrupted his sputtering. “But there are many things to consider.”

“Having a child is very harsh on one’s body. A surrogate might be a better choice,” Gladio chimed in.

“Yeah, that’s true…” Noctis replied, unable to hide his disappointment. “I was just hoping that at least one of them could be, like…ours.”

Ignis chuckled and broke the tension by grabbing Noctis around the waist and pulling him closer to press a kiss to his temple. “I haven’t said no yet, Noct. There’s much to discuss, but we’ve plenty of time, after all.”

This fic will also be up on Ao3 soon.

#ffxv #kofi #fanfic #polyship roadtrip #Noctis Lucis Caelum #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ot4 #my writing #kofi commissions

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chocobroness · 7 years ago

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That wedding speech post was hilarious. I got one similar. What would sass Noctis say if a gossip magazine printed false information on him about his love life?

”Ladies and gentlemen, perverts and not so easy to label perverts. This is your crown prince speaking to you live from some random news channel that I am holding hostage. Thanks again Ulric, remind me to give you and the others a raise.”

”Of course your highness.”

”Anyway, It has come to my not so immediate, because I don’t honestly care, attention that a certain gossip magazine has ‘leaked’, and I use that term as sarcastically as possible, information about my sexual preference. “

”Other than the fact that they being able to get that information to begin with, would imply that the security that my advisor handpick was subpar, which is a bunch of Garula shit if you ask anyone who knows him. “

”I’m just gonna ignore all of the nonsense I’ve been hearing and inform you all that you could be one of the smartest people in the world and still not comprehend how much I hate you.”

”Girls want my babies, guys want my dick. Either way, you’re not touching the royal merchandise. I would rather be groped by emperor Aldercapt than consider marrying any of you. And no one wants to be touched by those fermented grape hands.”

”Anyone who knows me already knows my preferences in life, which are eating, drinking, Prompto, sleeping, and traumatizing/pissing off my father and everyone within Insomnia, in that very specific order….by the way, hi Prompto, video games at my place this weekend?”

”Your highness.”

”Ahem, My dream is to traumatize the world, maybe the gods. Why not? Let me strive for greatness. That said, None of my dreams involve marrying an idiot.”

”Maybe one day I’ll sneak into Niflheim and steal the cloning technology they have to make a bunch of mini mes, maybe marry Prompto to get the council off my back, because what better life partner than your best friend hm?”

“….huh, I just received a photo sent by my advisor of my dad looking like he’s about to have a breakdown. Must be Clarus’ cooking. Or I said something to freak him out, I can never tell which.

”Could be both.”

”That’s true, it COULD be both. Let’s go with both. Where was I? Oh right. Basically my lovely crown citizens, fuck off. And if you’re wondering just WHY I went to all the trouble hijacking this news station to inform you about what I think of the recent article, my answer is, I don’t care, I just REALLY wanted to take the News building hostage.

”It WAS pretty fun.”

”Yes it was Ostium, Yes it was. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to run from my shield and the crownsguard who have found me. Have a nice day.”

[Heard after moving away from the News camera.]

”Damnit Crowe, I told you to give me a ten minute heads up!”

”I’m sorry!”

“Forget it, just get the car ready!”

”There he is! GET HIM.”

”Crap they found us.”

”NOCTIS, YOU’RE A DEAD MAN, GET BACK HERE!”

”TO HELL WITH YOU, IGNIS TERRIFIES ME WAY MORE THAN A OVERLY MUSCULAR CHIHUAHUA YAPPING AT ME DOES! “

”Your highness, he looks REALLY mad now.”

”Splendid, you know what that means Ulric? That means you should burn some rubber and get that car moving, like NOW.”

”Yes sir!”

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #sassy noctis #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #nyx ulric #crowe altius #libertus ostium

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theysacrifice-a · 3 years ago

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@avulsusprinceps → from here.

Canon scene: Noctis’ goodbye on the Citadel steps ;)

‘the time has come.’

prompto’s feet drag as they get closer & closer to the citadel , shoulders slumped forwards as he stops. it’s raining , & prompto finds it’s more than a little ironic , because all he wants to do is cry . he wants to beg noctis not to go , to ask if he can stay just a moment longer , when they all know he won’t , he can’t . it grips his heart like a vice , but he knows he’s not alone in his hurt , not really.

but ignis & gladio don’t have to watch the man they love walk to his death , won’t see the sun rise & think of everything they lost.

‘ no turning back now. ’

his words make noctis pause , & prompto can’t help but waver under the weight of all the things left unsaid , the things that may never be said. it twists his chest , the way noctis turns around to face them , shoulders broad & standing tall.

he looks like a real king , like the true king.

their eyes meet , & for a moment , prompto feels his words weighing his tongue down , & when noctis says his name for the last time , all he can do is nod & be thankful for the rain that hides his tears.

gladio & ignis have already made their peace with it , with the fact that this is goodbye , that this is truly the end. but how was he supposed to accept that noctis would be gone from his life ?? how was he supposed to fill the hole that would be left behind ?? half of his life had been spent by noctis’ side , what was he supposed to do now ?? a choked sob crawls out of his throat against his will & noctis only gives him a sad look , & that same , sad smile.

‘i leave it to you.’

he presses his hand against his chest awkwardly , the first time he’d ever practiced even a measure of decorum in noctis’ presence.

wait, please.

noctis turns his back to them , but prompto won’t turn away just yet , not until he has to.

don’t leave me behind, please.

his hand reaches out in the empty air , an unseen & unspoken plea , shoulders shaking under the weight of secrets he will take to his grave now. prompto has carried this love for so long , he will be buried with it , hidden in his chest & sprouting between his ribs , roots coiling through his lungs & blooming in his bones.

what was he meant to do when the only person he’d ever loved was never meant to be his ??

i love you. please don’t leave me.

his hand falls through the air , & with the growing rumbling of daemons , prompto closes his eyes against the tears & turns away , drawing his guns one last time. he spares a final glance over his shoulder , but noctis is long gone , the doors have shut behind him.

don’t go where i can’t follow.

#crown citizen. ( prompto / answered. )#avulsusprinceps #ship. i had all and then most of you ‚ some and now none of you. ( avulsusprinceps / prompto & noctis. )

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xylianna · 6 years ago

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Not sure if you've already answered that ask re: Top 5 things (notifications are wonky), but apart from that. Haha. For the Fanfic Writers Ask, #47 -- here's a fic title: Fall On Me. How would you write it/what would this be about? :)

I’m saving your top 5 ask for the next Xy Fri!

47. Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about? Title: Fall On Me

Oh, boy. This is Gladnis, surprising nobody. Ignis and Gladio have both denied their feelings for years, focusing on their duty to Prince and Crown. But now, Noctis has been absorbed by the Crystal and perpetual night has fallen over Eos. Prompto grew restless - his chocobo never stops for long, he’s hunting and photographing and trying to will time to pass more quickly until the True King returns. But for Gladio & Ignis? The darkness is the epitome of their failures. They failed to protect Noctis - as they see it. All they can do is try and protect the innocent citizens of the world, as daemon incursions grow more frequent day by day. Eventually, one or the other - or both - breaks. They lean on each other. I’m seeing almost hatesex, except its not hate - its being utterly gutted by reality and needing to feel something, anything, that isnt pain. And it grows into the love they’ve denied each other for so long.

Thank you for asking, my lovely

#ask xy #fanfic writer asks #raidelle

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archonssun · 4 years ago

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Lies Pt 2

WC: 1384

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“Papa!” you giggled, wrapping short arms around your father’s legs. His golden eyes turned to you, a smile on his lips as he ruffled your (h/c) hair.

“Hello, little sun,” he grinned. “How was your day?”

“Better now that you’re home.”

“Why, such a charmer you have turned out to be, little sun,” Ardyn chuckled, crouching down and picking you up. “Your mother must have passed on her charisma to you, (Y/n).”

Memories of you and your father were all that accompanied you in your time on Angelgard. Having been exiled to this demented prison by your uncle, Somnus, what felt like eons ago, boredom was quick to set in. You hadn’t been chained up like your father had been, but that was only because you had no special powers to aid you in escape.

You knew your father was being held here with you, but no matter how hard you tried, you could never find him. You just wanted to say good-bye, at least one more time before you die.

***

A loud, droning sound woke you, and you turned (e/c) eyes to the sky to see a … was that a ship? Whatever it was, it landed on the beach of Angelgard, soldiers spilling out like ants. From where you stood hidden behind an outcropping of rocks, one man caught your eyes. He was shorter than the soldiers, with platinum hair and an air of importance surrounding him. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but as he drew closer to your hiding spot the hairs on your arms stood on end. He passed you by then stopped, icy blue eyes scanning the area around him until they landed on you.

“What’s this?” he mused, motioning to one of the soldiers, who rushed and grabbed you, pulling you from your spot.

“Let me go!” you cried, tears already sliding down your face. The soldier threw you to the man’s feet, a foot placed on your lower back to keep you from escaping.

“What is a woman doing here?” the platinum-haired man scowled. “Only Adagium should be here.”

You whimpered, the soldier’s foot digging into your back. Hand curling into fists, you tried to drag yourself from beneath him -- tried and failed.

“Please, let me go,” you begged, too tired to do anything yourself. Tears were running faster now, and the threat of death had never been closer. “Please, I just want to find my papa. Please--”

“Your papa?” the man frowned. His blue eyes flicked towards the soldier holding you down and the pressure on your back was relieved somewhat. The blue-eyed man crouched before your, taking your shin in his slender fingers. The look he gave you was enough to make your blood freeze, and a sliver of fear planted itself in your mind. “Adagium has no children.” His fingers withdrew from your face mere seconds before something connected with your cheek.

You tasted copper in your mouth, felt the undeniable sensation of blood dribbling from your mouth, the warm sticky substance dripping onto the ground beneath you. You felt dizzy -- how hard had they hit you? Satisfied that you wouldn’t be going anywhere, the man and his soldiers left you lying in the dirt.

***

“Over here!”

The voice broke through the fog surrounding your mind, (e/c) eyes fluttering open to see someone clad in black. They had a mask covering the lower half of their face, and a hood pulled over their head. Mustering up enough strength, you reached towards them, fingers trembling.

“Please, help Papa,” you whispered, vision already slipping into black. “Please.” You felt yourself being lifted into sturdy arms, and your head thumped against the person’s chest. Your whine sounded far away to your ears, and the person’s arms tightened around you as they were pulled into a warp. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in so long, warping, and it made your stomach churn and your heart ache.

You had just wanted to find your papa.

***

Soft hands caressed your forehead, dragging you from slumber. As (e/c) eyes fluttered open, they were met with a blinding light, and you were forced to shut them again.

“It’s alright, take your time,” a woman’s voice said. Her words were soft -- as soft as her hands -- when she spoke, and you groaned, opening your eyes again. You were met with an endearing smile, kind eyes, and arguably the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her smile grew wider, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and you were immediately reminded of your mother. “There you are. How are you feeling?”

“Where am I?” you questioned. As much as you wanted to flinch away from the woman’s touch, you didn’t want to seem rude so you sat still.

“You are in Insomnia, dear,” she answered, and her smile never wavered. Your mouth opened to form another question, but she beat you to it. “You are in the Citadel, in the Crown City. Here, the Lucian kings watch over citizens of Insomnia and the surrounding territories.”

“Why am I here?”

“Because you were never meant to stay exiled on Angelgard, (Y/n),” a new voice joined in, and your head whipped around to see a man approaching. He stood next to the woman, a hand clasped to her shoulder as they exchanged smiles. His green eyes turned to you, and against your will you shrunk back. “Somnus never meant to harm you, his niece. In fact, he had always meant to raise you as his own should anything ever befall his brother.Even as you were a child, he knew that you held the qualities of a leader, and he had intended on naming you his heir before you disappeared.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you muttered.

“You’re here because I would like to give you the chance you never had,” the man sighed. “I would like to name you my heir, should you let me.”

***

You cooed at little Noctis, your smile splitting your face as the baby gurgled at you.

“He’s grown attached, it seems,” Regis laughed from the doorway, watching you care for the young prince. (E/c) eyes lifted to lock with the king’s before going back to Noctis.

“He wouldn’t be the only one,” you whispered, giving the baby an eskimo kiss and making him laugh. “I never had a younger sibling before, and I was nervous when you and Lady Aulea had told me about Noctis. But now I can see how everyone is so enamored with the little one. He is quite the charmer, even at this age.”

***

When Noctis was named the Chosen King, you had felt your heart shatter. You knew what it entitled, being the Chosen King, and you never wanted that for him. He was your little brother.

When Noctis and his friends had taken off on their journey, Regis had confided in you before sending you off to join his son. And when Insomnia fell, you had become a shell. Your entire family was now in the Beyond, and you had no way to join them -- you were immortal, so how could you?

When you had rejoined Noctis and the others, you had cried yourself to sleep, clinging to the Chosen King and swearing you would always protect him. That you would always be at his side for him to use.

When the sun disappeared and your identity as Ardyn’s daughter had been revealed, you found solace in Noctis’s best friend, more often than not falling asleep in Prompto’s arms. He never pushed you away for what you were, for where you came from.

When Noctis returned, you were forced to watch as he sacrificed himself for Eos. You hadn’t been able to do anything to help him, after all -- you could only watch.

When a year had passed since Noctis’s death, you had tried to join him and your father, wanting nothing more than to be reunited with them. But Prompto and Ignis had managed to find you before it had been too late, the two men talking you out of the dark place your mind had taken you.

When Ignis passed on, there was no one left to keep you tethered to the physical plane, and you finally joined them once again.

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years ago

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Book Two: Famine (Prompto x Reader) Chapter Twelve

Escaping the cell block, (Y/n) and Prompto began their long and treacherous trek through Zegnautus Keep. Numerous of times, they encountered dead ends and a plethora of magitek troopers and powerful daemons. Fortunately, they had yet to encounter the Gashadokuro.

While running through the Keep, Prompto had questioned the Horseman about the Gashadokuro after hearing its ghostly howl once more. She had answered all his questions, each response chilling him to the core. Learning the facts about a monster set on destroying Eos and all that called it home frightened him more than any daemon would ever.

"At least the Phantom Knight is out of the picture," (Y/n) comments. "It'll be easier taking down the Gashadokuro without having to worry where the Knight is."

When they were about to round a corner, Famine grabbed ahold of Prompto and pushed him behind her. A blade swiped through the air, but (Y/n) wrapped a hand around the sharp edge to halt its descent. Her hand sliced open, blood trickling down her palm and arm. She gripped the sword tighter as the owner of the weapon rounded the corner to reveal themselves to try and reclaim it.

(Y/n) came face-to-face with Noctis as he stepped around the corner. His crystalline eyes recognized her as they widened as big as saucers. "Holy shit... (Y/n)?"

"Should I know you?" She teases, releasing the sword.

Noctis smirked as Gladio and Ignis rounded the corner. "Not really," he joins in on the teasing before switching his focus to Prompto. "We've been lookin' all over for you, Prompto."

"You alright?" Gladio asked.

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Ignis added with his own concern, unable to see the sharpshooter's battered up body.

"I'm fi-"

"A potion will suffice if you have one," (Y/n) interrupted her lover. The tactician handed her one and she thanked him before turning to face Prompto. She crushed the bottle in her hand a few inches from his injuries and watched as a green glow surrounded his body. She saw as the small cuts healed, but a few bruises still remained. "There. All better."

"Thanks, (Y/n), Iggy." The marksman's eyes traveled back over to Noctis nervously. "Tell me. Were you worried about me?"

"Of course I was," Noctis scoffed in disbelief at the question. "What kind of question is that?"

"Of course. That's why you came, like I believed you would. Well, I did kinda lose hope for a little bit, but it returned all thanks to (Y/n)," he casted his gentle smile in the girl's direction.

"How did...?" The Horseman pondered in bewilderment.

"The orb. You must've been trying to do something with it because it kept rolling and jumping around," he replied.

"Oh. I had no idea it would roll around on its own. It might've also been reacting to the Gashadokuro," she commented.

"Uh, the what?" Noctis inquired.

"Gashadokuro," she replied slowly. "It's the other monster I'm after. According to some intel from Aranea, the creature's here and I can definitely sense its chilling presence."

"Exactly how dangerous is this thing?" Gladio wondered.

"No human however strong cannot slay the Gashadokuro. If we do come across it, you four stay out of its way. It's rather fond of human blood and nothing or no one can satisfy its thirst."

Noctis and Prompto winced while Ignis kept his stone-like expression. Gladio crossed his arms and tried to imagine what the monster looked like, but he had no inkling to what its horrid appearance truly is. (Y/n) cleared her throat and gestured to a hallway they had yet to explore. "Shall we proceed forth?"

"Yeah. Let's go," Noctis replies before taking the lead.

As they scrambled around Zegnautus Keep, the raven-haired boy told (Y/n) and Prompto all that happened on the train after they fell off. Noctis couldn't summon any of his weapons, but he luckily stumbled across his father's blade to help him with the constant threat of daemons and MTs. Not only was it King Regis' sword, but it was the final royal arm he needed to complete his arsenal.

Gladio also told Famine about their encounter with War, the hot-tempered Horseman. Apparently, the redhead made her appearance on the train after following her target into Gralea. She stumbled across the shield and chatted with him for a few moments before vanishing. "You four are everywhere," he comments.

"You've only met three of four Horsemen," (Y/n) stated.

"Actually..." Noctis started, explaining how Death had helped him when her own target wandered into the Keep.

"You've gotta be kidding me..." Famine sighed. "Don't tell me Pestilence has popped by, either..."

"She has, indeed," Ignis responded.

The Horseman ran her hands through her golden locks with another heavy sigh. "And, of course, they don't make time for their own sister. What a lovely family I have..."

As their conversation carried on, they make their way to the central area of the level they were currently on. The tactician suddenly calls out to all of them as he stops, listening to his surroundings. "Noct, do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" The raven-haired boy glanced around in confusion.

"I've heard this sound before-on the train, just before your weapons failed you. It's nearby, and it may hold the key to restoring your power."

With more motivation than earlier, the five take off in the direction of the sound. They make their way across the catwalk leading to the central area, the noise crescendoing. "It's here," the strategist said.

Noctis stops at the large closed metal door in the center of the enormous room with bewilderment written across his face. "This thing?" He places his hand against the door and tries to open them. "Door's locked."

"It's coming from within. Is there no way through?"

(Y/n) caught sight of Prompto staring down at the barcode imprinted on his skin. Her shoulders slumped slightly at seeing the painful look in his eyes. "Prompto," she called out softly.

He lifted his head and met her loving but sorrow gaze before reverting his eyes back to his wrist. "There's a way." His friends look at him as he hesitantly steps up to the door's scanner and raises the back of his right wrist to it. The door slides open and his jaw became tight, unable to make eye contact with anyone. "So, MTs... They've got those codeprints... just like I do."

Noctis wasn't fazed by the revelation and shrugged his shoulders. "Do they? Never looked."

Prompto nodded, gulping in fear of what is waiting in store for him. "Yeah... So, as it turns out... I'm one of them. Not exactly something I could tell people growing up in Lucis." He fought back tears, his voice feeble. "Still... You guys are like... the only friends I've ever known. And (Y/n)... I don't even deserve her. I just hope that things can stay the way they were."

"Whatever. Who cares where you were born?" Noctis retorts.

"I don't see you turning against us. Not now, or ever," Ignis spoke up.

Prompto was overjoyed by their responses. "Thanks, guys. Still... I can't change where I came from. What I am."

"Since when does where you come from matter to you?" The young king pondered. "You never once treated me as a prince." He playfully punches Prompto's shoulder with a smirk.

"He's got you there," Gladio guffawed.

"Never so much as a "Highness"," the royal advisor adds.

"We're done here. C'mon, crown citizen," Noctis said.

Gladio steps over to Ignis to help guide him into the room. He gives Prompto's shoulder a friendly smack as they walk past. "You're one of us, right?"

Prompto stares dumbfounded as Ignis turns his head in the boy's direction. "Unless you'd rather not be."

Prompto smiles and nods. (Y/n) took a few steps towards him, her hands interlocked behind her back. She walked past him and elbowed him in the side, smiling at him. "Told ya. You may be from Niflheim, but you're a Lucian. You broke free from your past and created a new path for you to follow. Now that you know their answer, all these doubts you have should be put to rest. No more putting yourself down. Keep your head held high and stand beside those you care about and love. They're gonna need your support, especially during the hard times."

The Horseman didn't make it one step further before being grabbed and yanked into a pair of lithe but strong arms. Her face collided with a chest as the arms around her held her flush against Prompto's body. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin. "I really don't deserve you," she heard him mutter. "Six, I'm so damn lucky to have you."

"I feel the same way," she sighed contently.

Out of the blue, they heard Gladio calling out to both of them. They broke apart, a pout prominent on the sharpshooter's face as he released (Y/n). Side by side, they walked into the room and saw abandoned clothing laying upon the throne. Alongside the throne was a large bank of computers, the cause of Noctis' lost powers. Said boy rams his father's sword through the machines, creating a bright spark before they malfunction.

"So..." Prompto glanced at his best friend. "Did it work?"

"With the device down and out, Noct's power should be up and running," Ignis announces.

Gladio nods toward Noctis. "Go on, try it."

"Alright," the young boy exhaled. "Moment of truth." He holds out his hand and conjures a sword, earning applause from his blonde friend.

"We're back, baby," the shield grinned triumphantly.

"Let's roll," Noctis said.

The fully reunited and re-empowered retinue leave the emperor's throne room. When they thought they'd be in the clear, a gargantua daemon suddenly lands on the platform in front of them. It's quickly joined by other daemons, who set their sights on the group.

"Not you again," Noctis groaned with an eye-roll.

"New friend?" Prompto asked with his newly gifted pistol in his grasp.

"You really need to pick 'em better," Gladio said as he summoned his greatsword.

Before any of the boys could lift their weapons, the daemons were slain. (Y/n) had used the Sword of Judgement to slice through them within seconds. She stood before the baffled group, ridding herself of her weapon. When she registered all the eyes focused on her, she blinked a few times and shrugged her shoulders. "What?"

"Uh..." Noctis couldn't find the right words to respond to her innocent tone.

"Damn..." Gladio muttered in shock.

Prompto placed a hand over his racing heart. "I think I'm falling in love all over again..."

"'Bout that..." the brute turned to face the marksman. "When the hell did you two hook up?"

"A story for another time, perhaps," Ignis stated. "For now, we continue forth." They left the area and continued through Zegnautus Keep.

While walking down a narrow hallway, Prompto noticed the Ring of the Lucii resting snuggly around Noctis' finger. "I see you decided to rock the ring."

"Had to. No weapons, no friends, no choice, really," Noctis responded. "Y'know, somebody here's got to fight to rescue the Crystal... Not to mention rescue all of your asses."

"Spoken like a true king," Gladio chortled lightly. "About time."

"The ring represents a great burden, but you don't bear it alone," Ignis chimes in.

"You can say that again. Especially now that you all have your weapons back," the king responded.

"I'm diggin' this new gun, though," Prompto commented, showcasing the firearm he received from (Y/n). "It packs a punch!"

"Where'd you..." Noctis glanced toward Prompto before noticing an innocently smiling Famine walking beside him. "Never mind."

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By the time the five reached a dormitory, they were exhausted. Noctis flopped down on one of the beds while Ignis sat down in a chair adjacent from him. Prompto sat down on the edge of the bed his best friend claimed and watched as (Y/n) remained by the door.

"You just gonna stand there or what?" Gladio scoffed, earning a sharp glare from the blonde boy.

"No," she sighed with a hint of vexation. "I'm gonna be on watch while the four of you get some rest." She turned and walked out of the room without another word.

Prompto crosses his arms, his glare burning into the shield. "Dude, really? You still don't trust her?"

"Seriously," Noctis groaned as he sat up. "It's thanks to her Prompto was rescued."

"Yeah!" The photographer shrieked. "When I fell off the train, she tried to save me! When I was at my weakest, she... she supported me. She's the reason I was able to tell you guys the truth! I don't know why you don't like her, but she's done a lot for us-especially me!"

Gladio listened as Prompto spilt the details of their journey after he and (Y/n) fell off the train. He didn't leave a single detail out in hopes the bodyguard would finally abandon the hostile attitude towards the Horseman and treat her with the gratitude and kindness she truly deserves.

Once Prompto finished explaining, his tone was low and his eyes were staring down at his clenched hands. "Honestly, I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for her." He flops back on the bed. "She's just so amazing," he sighs dreamily.

"It appears we are indebted to (Y/n)," Ignis stated. "In more ways than one."

Gladio rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. "Guess you're right, Iggy." He pushed himself off the bed and walked toward the door. As he stepped in front of it, the sound of metal ripping came from the other side and the entire room shook.

"W-What the hell?!" Noctis shouted as he flew to his feet with Prompto close behind. Ignis steadily raised his body from where he sat and turned his head in the direction of the door.

Gladio triggered the door and immediately stepped back when a boney appendage nearly grabbed him. "Shit!" He dodges a couple of skeletal fingers, stepping away from the door and standing in front of the others as he summoned his greatsword.

(Y/n) stood on the other side of the large appendage, trapped in a dead end with no way around it. She couldn't even reach the room due to where the arm had bursted through the floor. "Guess you go tired of waiting, huh?" She summoned her sword and slashed at the arm of the Gashadokuro when she saw it reach into the room the boys were in. "Oh, no, no, no! If you wanna target someone, target me!" She slashed at the monster, successfully grabbing its attention.

The remainder of its arm surged through the floor and toward (Y/n). The speed baffled her due to knowing the monster's true size and didn't register it had grabbed one of her legs between its thumb and index finger. She gasped, dropping her blade as her body was dragged across the floor toward the hole when the arm began its retreat. She knew magic would be useless against the massive creature due to its resilience again spells of any element. Her Touch of Starvation would fail her as well due to the nature of the Gashadokuro. All she could do was search for something to grab, but the hallway was barren.

Before (Y/n) could be dragged down to the lower levels of Zegnautus Keep, someone grabbed ahold of her arm and used all their strength to prevent her from being taken. Looking up, her (e/c) eyes widen in pure shock. "Gladio," she gasped.

"The second I try to make shit right and this damn thing shows up," he hissed against the strain of trying to fight against the Gashadokuro.

"(Y/n)!" She heard Prompto bellow as he, Noctis, and Ignis left the room. He grabbed her other arm and tried to help, but between the monster's strength and the combined strength of the two boys, it was winning.

"You two need to-ah!" She cries out in pain, feeling the Gashadokuro crushing her leg between its fingers.

Prompto flinched at hearing the painful wail and accidentally slackened his grip. When she sunk further into the hole, he quickly retightened it. He used his other hand to summon the gun she gave him and aimed it at the monster's arm. He shot a few rounds, but the Gashadokuro didn't slacken its hold on Famine.

"You've gotta let go!" (Y/n) shouted at the two boys.

"What?! No!" Prompto shouted. "We're not gonna let you go!" The blonde suddenly had a sense of déjà vu. His mind raced to when he had fallen off the train and she had been the one to catch him, refusing to let go.

"At this rate," the Horseman groaned as the monster tugged more on her leg. "My leg is gonna be torn off if this game of tug-of-war doesn't end! Missing limbs take too much time to regenerate and we don't have much time to begin with! Let me go, Prompto, Gladio!"

"B-But..." the sharpshooter's voice dissipated as he stared down into her (e/c) eyes.

"I'll be fine. This way, I know the four of you will be safe. Only I can slay the Gashadokuro."

Gladio saw the determination in Famine's eyes and sighed. "You're one helluva tough girl, you know that?"

"Have to be for the job I'm stuck with," she managed to chuckle through the pain.

"W-We'll find you, okay?" Prompto's shaky voice echoed throughout the empty hall.

"I'll be waiting," (Y/n) smiled in return.

In unison, Prompto and Gladio released the girl and watched helplessly as the Gashadokuro dragged her down the hole and down to the lowest levels of Zegnautus Keep.

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geochic03 · 7 years ago

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Worth the Wait - Chapter 2

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Summary: As Eos rebuilds, Noctis and Iris's secret relationship begins to heat up. Will they be able to continue the charade or will Gladio finally realize what's been going on under his nose this whole time?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Noctis x Iris (Post Game AU)

Rating: T (hints of smut)

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It had been several months since the dawn had come and the rebuilding of Eos was in full swing. After the Citadel was brought up to ‘livable’ standards, Noctis and his companions had relocated base operations back to Insomnia. The Crown City, which laid in ruins just a few short months ago, was now bustling with construction, the beginnings of what was to become the city’s big rebuild.

At the forefront of it all was the chosen king himself, spending most of his days looking over plans and overseeing the rebuilding process himself. From the moment the sun rose again Noctis barely had a moment to himself. If he wasn’t attending meetings he was on the ground, hammer in hand. If he wasn’t attending to international matters, he was out traveling through Eos, listening to the citizens and what their needs were.

But on the rare occasion he did get a quite moment, they were usually spent with the one person he knew he could always rely on.

“Mmm when did you get so good at messages?” Noctis moaned as he laid back in his office chair.

Iris couldn’t help but give a little giggle “I’ve always been good at them…you just never asked for one.”

“If I had known you were this good I wouldn’t have wasted my time and gil on that awful message in Galdin Quay.” Noctis chuckled at the memory.

“Oh Prompto showed me the photo evidence of that one…but boy Noct you’re tense…maybe you should take a break from things for a bit.” Iris said with a concerned tone.

“I was trapped in a crystal for ten years…I think I got enough rest don’t you think?” Noctis quipped.

Iris sighed “But you’ve been working nonstop since you got back…I’m just concerned. I don’t want you work yourself to death.”

As Iris went to adjust her hold on Noctis’s shoulder she gave a small squeak as Noctis reached up and took hold of her wrist, pulling her around and down onto his lap.

Iris looked up at him with her amber eyes wide at his sudden movements “Noct what are you…”

Before she could finish Noctis leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Iris’s protests seemingly forgotten as she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck in response. Soon they parted as Iris’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed.

“What was that for?” she said breathlessly.

Noctis gave her a smirk “You worry too much…”

‘I can’t help it you know….” Iris said smiling up at him.

“You’re too good to me...” Noctis said as he brushed away a stay hair from her face.

Iris blushed “I think it’s the other way around.”

“Let’s call it even…” Noctis said as he went to lean down to capture her lips once more.

Just as their lips were about to meet a knock could be heard at the door.

“Noct may I come in for a moment?” the voice said.

Iris quickly scrambled from her position on the kings lap and went to gather the paperwork that initially brought her to the kings office.

Noctis quickly adjusted his suit before answering “Yeah Specs come on in.”

Ignis slowly opened the door and entered. Without even being able to see her he turned towards Iris’s presence.

“Ah Iris…I apologize for interrupting your meeting with his majesty.” Ignis said nodding towards her.

Iris waived him off “It’s no biggie Ignis. I was just picking up some paperwork. See you later, your majesty.”

Noctis nodded as Iris took her leave. He then turned his attention to his adviser who had now taken his seat at the chair in front of the kings desk.

“So what's up Specs?” Noctis asked him, folding his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

“How long do you expect to keep this up?” Ignis said suddenly.

Noctis looked back confused “Keep what up?”

“Your relationship with Iris a secret…especially from Gladio…” Ignis said sternly.

Noctis eyes widened in surprise “What are you talking about? Nothing is going on between Iris and…”

“Your majesty I may be blind but I am not blind. You and Iris have been engaging in a relationship for some time.” Ignis explained.

Noctis sighed knowing he couldn’t lie anymore “How long have you…”

“Since the night we arrived back in Lestallum. Gladio and Prompto may be oblivious but I certainly am not.” Ignis smirked.

Noctis sighed shaking his head “I should be surprised but I’m not…why haven’t you said anything?”

Ignis leaned back in his chair, folding his arms “I figured you two would come to us eventually…but I must say…it’s been months.”

Noctis groaned at his observation “I know…we’ll tell the others, just you know when the time is right.”

“Your majesty if I may…” Ignis interjected.

“Come on Specs you know I hate formalities.” Noctis groaned again.

Ignis chuckled “Apologies, Noct, I don’t mean to sound cliche but when will there ever be a right time? You know Gladio is bound to notice something sooner or later. He already suspects Iris is seeing someone.”

Noctis sighed once more “You’re right…I just wanted to keep Iris to myself for awhile before we announced anything officially. You know once the public knows we will barely get any privacy. I guess I just want to protect Iris from that kind of responsibility.”

“I never said anything about announcing it to the public…Gladio is her sister…and your shield.” Ignis lectured.

“Alright, alright I get it.” Noctis said waving him off.

“Either way, I can understand you wanting to keep things private but you also haven’t been around the last few years. Iris has become quite accustom to living her life in the public eye.” Ignis reminded him.

“Right, the demon slaying…” Noctis said remembering his beloved’s life before his return.

Ignis nodded “Yes, and she is already very much beloved by the public. But let me remind you that it is your choice to announce your relationship to them. No one will blame either of you for keeping it private.”

Noctis nodded “Right…thanks.”

Ignis then got up from his seat signaling his leave “If I may, I do suggest you plan on telling Gladiolus sooner rather than later. I’d detest to see him find out by catching you two in…a compromising position somewhere in the Citadel.”

“Right, got it Specs.” Noctis said with a smirk.

With that Ignis took his leave, leaving Noctis alone with his own thoughts. The king leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his shaggy black hair. Deep down he knew Ignis was right, they needed to tell Gladio sooner rather than later before he discovered their relationship on his own.

A few nights later…

Noctis gave a content sigh as he came down from his post-coitus high, leaning down and pressing a soft, loving kiss to Iris’s lips before rolling off and taking her in his arms.

“As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm, we gotta be more quiet you know. Gladdy’s room is right across the hall.” Iris said nuzzling into his chest.

Noctis leaned down and kissed the top of her head “Let him hear us, it’s not like we haven’t heard them in the throngs of passion.”

Iris looked up at him with a shocked expression “Uh have you forgotten, he doesn’t know about us yet. And I am pretty sure the last thing he would want to hear is his little sister being pleasured, uh, intimately by the king that he serves.”

“So let’s fix that then…” Noctis said casually.

Iris pulled away and sat up, clutching the sheets to her bare chest “Wait…you want to tell him?”

“Well, we have to eventually.” he replied with concern.

Iris let out a heavy sigh “I know that...I just…wait you talked to Ignis didn’t you?”

Noctis looked back surprised “Yeah how did you…”

“Damn I knew it. I knew he knew something was going on. Even being blind he can read me like a book.” Iris said contemplatively.

Noctis laughed as he pulled her back down towards him “Ignis always had a sixth sense for these kind of things. But I feel kind of guilty not telling the big guy. Especially with his wedding coming up.”

“Yeah I know…ok, we will tell him after the wedding.” Iris said confidently.

Noctis smiled and kissed her lips gently “Then it’s settled…I want him to know how important you are to me…how much I love you.”

Iris blushed at his words “I know Noct, I love you too. But I better go, as much as I’d love to spend the night…”

“Then why don’t you?” Noctis said waggling his eye brows.

Iris laughed as she climbed out of bed to get dressed “You know why silly, besides, I’ll see you tomorrow anyways. We have that press conference about the Duscae improvement’s remember?”

Noctis groaned “Yeah, yeah I know…”

As Iris slipped her shoes on she made her way around the bed and leaned in, giving him a peck on the lips “Love you…see you in the morning.”

Noctis gave a sad smile as she made her way out “See yah…”

Iris closed the door to Noctis chambers and gave a heavy sigh as she started to make her way down the hall. She hated leaving him as much as he hated seeing her go. But as long as their relationship was under wraps, it was a step she needed to take. The last thing she wanted was for Gladio to…

“Hey, what are you doing all the way down here at this hour?” she heard a gruff voice say.

Iris was startled out of her thoughts as she looked up to see Gladio in his PJ’s holding a glass of water in his hand.

Shit did he see me leave Noct’s chambers? She thought to herself.

“Uh, nothing just couldn’t sleep so you know…going for a walk around the Citadel…” she said nervously.

Gladio narrowed his eyes at her as if he didn’t believe her “You couldn’t sleep huh? You having nightmare’s again?”

After the fall of Insomnia she would frequently have nightmares recounting the events that had unfolded around her, everything she had witnessed, scenes of possible ways her own father had perished during the attack. They plagued her for years, that is until Noctis came back.

“No…just anxious that’s all. You know big day tomorrow with the press conference and all. And then the wedding next week…” she said trying to deflect her brother’s thoughts.

Gladio frowned “I know you put a lot of hard work into that…you know if you are working too much I can always see if I can get Noct to lighten your load a bit. I don’t want to see my little sister run herself into the ground.”

Iris put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze “Don’t worry I’m fine Gladdy…trust me ok?”

“Alright…but just tell me if it get’s too much. You know I don’t like being out of the loop on things.” Gladio lectured.

Iris nodded “Right…night Gladdy!”

With that she took off down the hall towards the south wing where her quarters were. She quickly went into her room and closed the door, leaning against it as she calmed down from her encounter with Gladio.

“That was close…too close…” Iris sighed as she mad her way to her own bed.

The Next Day…

“In all I am very pleased with the progress of the rebuilding effort in Duscae. We still have a long way to go but as long as we continue to work together, I am confident Lucis will shine even brighter than it did before the darkness…thank you all.” Noctis said bowing his head as the crowd of journalists clapped for him.

Before Noctis could blink, Ignis took his place before the podium, fielding several questions while Gladio whisked him away from the media scene.

“Well that seemed to go over well…” Noctis said as he loosened his tie.

Gladio looked over with a smirk “You sure know how to please a crowd. Who would have thought the moody introverted prince would turn into a king who could deliver a speech like that.”

Noctis rolled his eyes “Yeah, yeah…besides, I had a lot of help. Iris put together a pretty riveting monologue for me.”

“Yeah, she’s good like that…just like dad was.” Gladio said contemplatively.

As the two men arrived to Noct’s office Gladio turned to him giving him a nudge “Well I’m gonna have to drop you off here. I got a training session to run and if I don’t get there soon Cor will start without me and the last thing I need is for him scaring away all our new recruits.”

Noctis smirked “Well if you want I could send him off on an extended mission to Gralea…I heard Aranea has her hands full with sorting things out there.”

Gladio gave a deep chuckle as he gave Noct a pat on the back “Well I don’t think I need to ship him off just yet…but I’ll keep it in mind. See you later, majesty.”

Noctis gave him a wave as he watched Gladio wander off down the hall towards the training rooms at the opposite end of the Citadel.

As he entered his office he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight before him.

Iris looked up from the TV screen in the corner of his office and gave him a smile.

“Hey…” Noctis said as he approached her with a smile of his own.

Iris got up from her spot on the small couch he had in his office and approached him warmly “Hey yourself.”

Once Noctis was close enough he pulled her to him happily and embraced her.

Iris smiled into he chest and wrapped her arms around him giving him a squeeze “You did great out there you know...you looked just like King Regis did when he gave his public addresses.”

Noctis pulled away and looked at her with a shocked expression “Really? You think I did as good as he did?”

Iris nodded confidently “Yeah…definitely. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was watching today too…I am sure he is proud of you Noct…we all are.”

Noctis couldn’t hide his happiness as he leaned down and gave her a loving kiss on the lips, startling her a bit. When they pulled away Iris looked up at him confused.

“What was that for?” she asked curiously.

“Just…thank you for always knowing the right thing to say.” he replied brushing a loose strand of her now longer honey brown hair.

Iris blushed at his compliment as she took his hand in her’s “Well it’s true you know. You have become the leader Eos needs after ten years of utter hell.”

“Well I couldn’t do it all by myself, I’ve had help…Cor, Gladio, Ignis, Prompto…you.” Noctis said looking deep into her eyes.

Iris gulped nervously “Me? How could I…”

Before she could protest Noctis cut her off “Your optimism is contagious, you always know the right thing to say to put everything in perspective…that speech you wrote today is proof. It was uplifting and commanding…it gave the hope the people of Lucis have been looking for with all the uncertainty rebuilding has brought. They were your words Iris…I just delivered them.”

Iris was speechless not knowing what to say “I…uh…”

Noctis cupped her cheek as he pressed his forehead to her’s “It’s one of the many reasons I love you Iris Amicitia.”

Iris couldn’t help but smile as she fought back tears from his touching statement “I love you too Noct.”

With that Noctis leaned down and captured her lips once more in a searing kiss. Iris unknowingly wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in deeper as she pressed her lips along with his. Soon the two had to come up for air as Iris opened her eyes to see Noct’s piercing blue ones starring back.

Noct sweetly leaned down and gave her a loving peck on the cheek that seemed to have brought her out of her daze.

Just as he was pulling away he gave her a playful smirk “I mean…the late night rendezvous help too.”

Iris’s eyes went wide before giving him a playful smack on the shoulder “Oh so that’s it huh.”

Noctis laughed as he pulled her towards him “Well what can I say…I’m a passionate lover.”

“Oh you’re passionate alright…” Iris added as Noctis went in for another kiss.

This time Noctis boldly slid his hands up the hem of her Crownsgaurd skirt, feeling the smoothness of her skin as their lips battled for affection.

“Hey Noct! I gotta show you these sweet shots I took at the press conference to…day…” Prompto said waving his camera as he barged in, trailing off as his eyes widened in shock at the scene before him.

Noctis and Iris quickly pulled away as they turned their attention to the blond who was standing in the doorway frozen.

“Jeeze Prompto what did I tell you about knocking?” Noctis said annoyed as Iris straightened her disheveled outfit.

Prompto frantically looked between the two struggling to form sentences “I…uh…sssorry for interrupting…”

Noctis narrowed his eyes “Prompto…”

“I…uh…nothing…carry on!” Prompto exclaimed nervously.

Now it was Iris’s turn as she crossed her arms frowning “Prompto…”

Seeing that he wasn’t going to escape so easily he gently kicked the door shut with his foot and turned to them “Listen….I uh saw nothing and…”

Noctis sighed “Prom you definitely saw something.”

Prompto shook his head “Nope…nothing…I saw nothing….”

“Prompto I know you just walked in and saw Noctis and I…” Iris began but Prompto cut her off.

“Does Gladio know?” Prompto suddenly asked.

Noctis narrowed his eyes “What do you think?”

“Ohhh boy then I definitely want nothing to do with whatever is going on here. So for all intensive purposes I saw nothing…you two didn’t just have your tongues down each others throat and Noct definitely didn’t have his hand up your skirt.” Prompto said pointing at them.

Noctis sighed heavily “Prompto just hear us out…”

“Sorry guys but could you imagine what would happen if Gladio found out I knew about this? This is too heavy for me. It’s bad enough I walked in on Ignis and Aranea that time and they swore me to secrecy and…” Prompto ranted.

Noctis and Iris’s eyes went wide at his revelation.

“Aranea and Ignis?” Iris said confused.

Realizing his mistake Prompto sighed “Damn it. Please Noct, Iris you gotta help me out…please don’t tell Iggy and Aranea I told you what I saw….”

“As long as you agree not to say a word about what you just saw.” Noctis said with a smirk.

“Trust me dude…the last thing I want is for Gladio to kill our King because of my loose lips. How long has this been going on anyways?” Prompto said crossing his arms.

Iris rubbed her arm nervously “Since the night you guys came back…”

Prompto’s eyes widened “THAT long?!?”

“Yeah yeah…listen, we are going to tell him after the wedding…just keep it between us for now.” Noctis said wrapping an arm around Iris.

“Right…got it...you can count on me…like I said I know nothing.” Prompto said confidently.

Noctis smirked “Good…now about Ignis and Aranea…”

The following week…

“You may now kiss the bride…” an elderly clergymen said as Gladio without hesitation pulled his bride towards him and giving her a kiss a little bit too passionate for the audience they were privy too.

“At-ta boy big guy!” Prompto cheered from behind his camera lens as he continued to snap pictures.

Iris looked on as her brother and his new wife pulled away, smiling into each others embrace. She gave a content sigh as she witnessed the happiness her brother was basking in. She was happy for him, and six knows he deserved it.

Just then out of the corner of her eye she noticed Noctis, standing besides her brother giving her the slightest wink as the new couple made their way back up the aisle. She couldn’t help but blush as she followed suit, allowing Noctis to take her arm and guide her back up the aisle as well.

“Beautiful ceremony wasn’t it?” Noctis whispered as they both smiled and waved as they made their way to the end of the aisle.

Iris nodded “It was…I am so happy for my brother. He’s waited so long for this moment.”

“Who would have thought the big guy would ever settle down.” Noctis chuckled.

Iris playfully slapped his shoulder “Hey! I know my big brother used to be kind of a playboy but he’s settled down over the years…it just takes finding the right girl.”

“I guess you could say the same goes for women. You’ve settled down quite a bit these last few months.” Noctis said slyly.

Iris rolled her eyes “Well yeah…not much fighting to do with the sun back.”

Suddenly Noctis leaned in close to her ear to whisper “Maybe it won’t be long before it’s your turn walking down that aisle.”

Iris almost gasped as she turned to Noctis in shock “Are you serious right now?”

Seeing they were approaching a narrow passage way Noctis quickly dragged Iris away from the bridal party, shielding them in the narrow walk way.

Iris looked up as Noctis towered over her, looking down at her with a serious face.

“Noct what are you…” before she could finish Noctis crashed his lips into hers, snaking his hand around her waist as they passionately embraced.

Iris was caught so off guard that before she could reciprocate Noctis broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Iris, I love you…and I know that now might not be the best time but when the time is right, I have every intention of going public with our relationship with the people of Lucis.” Noctis breathed.

Iris gulped hard “Noct…you know if you make a statement like that everyone will assume that…”

“I have ever intention of marrying you.” Noctis said finishing his sentence.

Iris stood silent for a moment, letting his words sit with her. Suddenly she shook her head and looked back up at him “Noct are you sure about what you are saying? I mean we are at a wedding after all and…”

“It’s not the wedding. I’ve thought about this…for a long time. I love you and have every intention of making you my wife…my queen. Not right now…but I promise you, someday…and the first step will be telling your brother.” Noctis explained.

Just as Iris was going to respond the couple turned their attention to the main hallway as they heard a booming voice calling to them.

“Hey Noct, Iris…where the hell are you?!?” they heard Gladio’s voice boom.

The two quickly separated as Iris adjusted her dress “Crap he can’t see us together alone like this…at least not yet!”

Noctis pulled her hand as they walked towards the main hallway.

Iris looked up in confusion “Noct what are you…”

“Don’t worry…just follow my lead.” Noctis said smiling at her.

Just then Gladio stopped in front of them, arms crossed furrowing his brow “There you two are…wait what are you doing over here alone like this. Do you realize my new wife is about to have my head? We have to take pictures and Prompto’s attention span can only last so long.”

Noctis placed his hand on the shield’s shoulder “Sorry bout that big guy. Just helping Iris find her earring.”

“Right…you know all that time in the crystal gave Noct super clear eye sight.” Iris said brushing off Gladio.

Gladio’s eyes narrowed as he looked between the two “Right…well hurry up I’d like to get to the reception before it’s over.”

With that Iris gave out a sigh of relief as the two began to follow.

“See I told you.” Noctis whispered to her.

Iris nodded, still slightly uneasy as she wasn’t sure how much longer she could put up this charade.

Three Hours Later…

Noctis stood against the wall as he and Ignis observed the guests glide across the dance floor. Even without his sight Ignis could sense the happiness of the guests around him.

“Well…I’d say this was a rather successful event.” Ignis said with a smile.

“I’d have to agree Specs. Everyone looks to be having a good time, and the bride and groom look happy.” Noctis said pointing to the newlyweds who were gazing into each others eyes as if no one else was in the room with them.

“Wonderful…I guess even with my, limited capabilities I can still pull off a formal affair.” Ignis added.

Noctis smiled at the adviser “Don’t need sight to know how to have a good time Iggy…speaking of which why don’t you get out their and have some fun.”

“What? No…besides I don’t even have a partner to dance with.” Ignis said waiving off his suggestion.

Noctis smirked “I dunno…Aranea’s looking pretty lonely over there.”

Ignis almost choked on his drink at Noctis’s suggestions “Why…why on earth would you suggest such a preposterous thing.”

“I wouldn’t call it too preposterous…well at least according to Prompto.” Noctis said with a small laugh.

Realizing it was no use Ignis sighed “What exactly did Prompto tell you.”

Noctis laughed “Enough…but to his credit he didn’t mean to…he kind of blurt it out in a moment of panic after catching Iris and I in a compromising situation ourselves.”

Ignis chuckled at has last comment “Well…it seems as though Prompto can levy himself quite the favor between the two of us.”

“Yeah…but he won’t.” Noctis said knowingly.

Ignis nodded “This is true…majesty.”

“So…for how long?” Noctis asked the adviser curiously.

“Since about seven years into the darkness…we aren’t what you would call ‘together’, but we are together in every other sense of the word.” Ignis explained with a smile.

Noctis chuckled “And here you are lecturing me.”

“To be fair…the lady and I are not the royal entities. Our relationship would not be of any concern to the people of Lucis. There was never any reason for us to bring our coupling to light.” Ignis said sipping his drink.

“I suppose you’re right…either way I am happy for you Specs.” Noctis said placing his hand on Ignis shoulder.

Just then out of the corner of his eye he saw Iris glide towards the back room, away from the continuing party. Noctis took this as his queue to excuse himself from his company with Ignis and make his way towards the direction he saw his love head.

As he made his way though the crowd, he made sure to be discrete, as to no gain any attention from the crowd and Gladio. Just before the rooms entrance he gave Aranea a knowing wink, leaving her with a confused and agitated look as he pushed opened the door.

There, standing in the middle of the empty conference room was Iris, glowing in the moonlight. Noctis smiled as she turned to him, tucking a piece of her flowing chestnut colored hair behind her ear.

“I was hopping you would follow me.” she said with a smile.

Noctis approached her gently, taking her hand in his as he pulled her close to him.

“I’ve been waiting to dance with you all night.” Noctis whispered to her as they began swaying.

Iris smiled into his embrace “I know…me too.”

The couple were silent for a few moments as they swayed to the soft music coming from the main ball room.

“I never told you how beautiful you look today…stunning really.” Noctis said looking down at her.

Iris lightly giggled as she looked up at him “You don’t look too bad yourself their your majesty.”

With that Noctis leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, both hoping they never had to part.

Just as the couple was about to come up for air, they jolted apart as they heard the door open in a furry. The couple turned to see Gladio standing in the door way wearing a look that was less than ideal.

“What the hell is this?” Gladio barked as he looked at the two.

Iris rushed towards him “Gladdy it’s not what it looks like.”

“Iris…I know exactly what it looks like….I know what I just saw…” Gladio growled out.

Noctis began to approach his shield cautiously “Listen Gladio…hear me out.”

“Gladdy please listen I love him! I didn’t want you to find out like this! We were going to tell you I swear after the wedding!” Iris said pleading with him.

Gladio was silent for a moment before turning to Iris “Go wait outside… I want to talk to the king…alone.”

Iris looked back and forth between the men before frowning “Ok…just, please don’t kill him.”

Gladio scoffed “I can’t make any guarantees.”

Noctis turned to Iris “It’s ok…go a head.”

With that Iris nodded before exiting the room.

Noctis then turned his attention to Gladio “Listen…Gladio I…”

“Do you love her?” Gladio said sternly.

Noctis looked back confused “What…”

“I said…do…you…love…her?” Gladio said slowly.

Noctis without hesitation nodded “Yes…with every fiber of my being…I promise this isn’t a fling…Gladio I want her to stand by me on that throne someday.”

Gladio narrowed his eyes “Do you really mean what you just said.”

Noctis sighed “Gladio…you know me. I have never been good at this kind of stuff. But with Iris things are different…they come easy. I feel like she completes a part of me that was always missing. I know this is sudden, and it’s your wedding day but I mean every word I’m saying to you…please believe me.” Gladio was silent for a moment before placing a hand on Noctis’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze “I know that…but damn it did you guys have to keep this a secret for six months.”

Noctis eyes widened in shock “Wait wha…”

Gladio’s scowl then turned into a smile as he roared with laughter “Did you two really think I didn’t know what was going on? Come on…it was insanely obvious. The only one really oblivious to it was Prompto, but according to Iggy it sounds like he knows now too.”

“Wait…how long have you known for? And Ignis knew you knew too?!?” Noctis said in shock.

“I’m your shield…I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t know about your secret rendezvous. And yes…he did. We would meet regularly for coffee and discuss when you two would wake up and finally let the cat out of the bag.” Gladio laughed.

Noctis still in shock took in all that his shield had reveled. Suddenly he narrowed his eyes “So if you knew what was that whole scene about before?”

“Another wedding gift from you to me….and I had been waiting to teach you both a lesson for awhile now…this opportunity had just arose at the perfect time.” Gladio said putting his arm around the kings shoulder.

“So…you’re cool with me dating your sister?” Noctis asked nervously.

Gladio laughed “Don’t worry…I’m one hundred percent team Noctiris.”

Noctis breathed a sigh of relief “Thank the astrals. The last thing I need is for my shield to hate me.”

“Come on majesty…we need to get back to the party, our ladies await.” Gladio said as he lead the king back to the reception.

Noctis nodded “Of course.”

As they were about to rejoin the party already in progress, Gladio gently held Noctis back before leaving the conference area.

“Just one more thing majesty.” Gladio said holding him back.

Noctis turned to him confused “Yeah…”

Gladio’s expression then turned serious “If you even think about breaking my little sisters heart….”

“Yeah, yeah I know. There isn’t an army in all of Eos that could stop your fury.” Noctis said finishing his sentence.

Gladio smirked before letting the king go “Good…glad we are on the same page.”

Later that night…

Iris huffed as she flopped onto Noctis’s bed “I can’t believe he knew all that time. And here we were sneaking around like we were some kind of secret agents.”

Noctis laughed as he took off his tie “I know…but you gotta admit, it was kind of fun sneaking around like that.”

Iris couldn’t help but giggle “I guess you’re right…it was kind of thrilling…knowing that at any moment we could get caught.”

Noctis looked over and smirked “You know…we can always role play and…”

Suddenly Iris threw one of Noctis many silk pillows at him “Noct please…”

Noctis laughed as he dodged the pillow “What…it was just a suggestion.”

Iris rolled her eyes “Just hurry up and come to bed you dork.”

With that Noctis finished the last of his undressing threw his pajama bottoms on. He quickly climbed into bed with his lover and turned off the rest of the lights. Iris quickly settled into his embraced and sighed.

“In all today was a pretty good day.” Iris said happily.

Noctis leaned down and kissed her forehead “I’d have to agree.”

After a few moments Iris turned to look up at the young king curiously “Noct can I ask you something?”

“Of course…shoot.” Noctis said without thinking.

“I just…did you mean what you said…about someday making me your queen?” Iris asked curiously.

Noctis frowned before lifting Iris’s chin up so he could gaze into her amber colored eyes “Every word…and I told your brother the same.”

“Wait you told Gladdy? What did he say?” Iris said now intrigued.

Noctis smiled back at her warmly “That he knew…”

Iris couldn’t help but smile “Oh Noct…I love you.”

“And I you…” Noctis said as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers in a meaningful and loving kiss.

As the two parted they held each other tight in embrace, drifting off to sleep thinking of the future that was to come.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ffxv fanfiction #my own work #original work #worth the wait #chapter 2 #Noctis Lucis Caelum #iris amicitia #noctis x iris #noctiris #hints of highspecs #post game au

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thatsmolperson · 7 years ago

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Date night

So... I did a thing. I happened to see one of my sister’s artwork and wanted to write something somewhat related. Enjoy!

Pairing: Promtis (Prompto x Noctis) Rating: SFW Word Count: ~980 Prompt: This artwork by my sister <3 @commanderboxers

Summary: Noctis and Prompto haven’t been able to spend much time together lately and Noctis decided he would do something about it.

“Where are we going?” Prompto questioned as he was putting on his coat and boots. The person with him, none other that the crowned prince of Lucis, smiled and let out a small hint of a laugh. “I told you. You’ll see when we get there.” The answer wasn’t quite to the blonde’s liking, but he finished getting dressed nonetheless and soon, they were out the door and on their way to their mysterious destination.

It didn’t take him long to recognize the path they were walking – he had been there so many times. He waited until they were finally arrived at their destination to give Noctis a puzzled look. “The surprise destination is your apartment?” He questioned. The other man offered no answer other than a smile and pulled open the front door before leading him to the elevator, then into the apartment.

Prompto was surprised to see it was nicely decorated for the holiday season. A decorated tree was in the living room and garlands and strings of light were nicely hung around the place.

As he looked around, a delicious smell made its way up his nostrils. “Whoa, what smells so good?” He exclaimed. He took a step forward before being pulled back by his coat. “Start by getting out of these, what do you say?” He looked down that the articles of clothing the other man was pointing at before realizing he still had all of his coat, scarf and boots.

Winter was cold in Insomnia, and the month of December was no exception. It didn’t take long before its citizens would put on warm coats to even take a short walk outside. On the upside, it allowed Prompto to dress in these oversized sweaters and turtlenecks he enjoyed so much for a good few months. As a bonus, Noctis couldn’t deny that he looked adorable in them.

After removing all of their extra clothing, the two of them stepped further in the apartment to lay on the couch. “So, what smells so good?” Prompto asked a second time. “Just wait here and you’ll know soon enough. Play a game or two without me, I’ll be right back.” It was… something, but far from the answer he had been expecting. Noctis got up and left towards the kitchen, out of Prompto’s sight, and started moving things around. A variety of delicious smells came to tease his nose – and appetite – as he tried to find a game to play on his boyfriend’s gaming console.

It didn’t take long until Prompto was too tempted and got up from the sofa to see what was going on in his lover’s kitchen. It wasn’t like Noctis to leave him out of the loop like this, and he wanted to find out what was going on. Plus, the smell coming from the kitchen was way too tempting.

“Seriously Noct, what are yo-“ he halted upon seeing on the table an impressive array of food and couldn’t help but notice the mouthwatering meat pies sitting in the middle of everything. Noctis looked at him as is he had been caught defacing a painting in the castle and shrugged in defeat. “And I was almost done setting up.” He stared at Prompto who was still eyeing everything on the table and seemed like he was just about to drool on himself. “Take a seat since you’re already here.” Prompto did as he was told.

“Who made all of this?” He had noticed the absence of the advisor. To his surprise, Noctis’ face turned a few shades of pink. “…. I did.”

Prompto stare in disbelief. “You... cooked? All of this?” He asked, gesturing at the food covered table. After a few seconds of hesitation, Noctis nodded. “I had Ignis help me, but he mostly told me what to do and checked that I didn’t screw anything up.” Even with the confession of Ignis’ help, Prompto was shocked. Noctis had cooked all of this. Just for him. And he had done his favourite meal: Meldacio meat pie.

“I uh.. I’m impressed, to be honest” he began “but why did you do all of this?”

Noctis grabbed the last few items he had been meaning to put on the table and sat down across his boyfriend. He stared back at Prompto who had yet to blink. “Because… I wanted to do something special for you. It’s like I’m never around and barely available lately. My father’s been dragging me to so many of these boring meetings and constantly increases my amount of training with Gladio. I thought you and I would have more time together once we graduated, but I was apparently very wrong.” He paused to look at Prompto who still seemed mildly surprised. “I missed you.”

That was all it took for Prompto to get up from his spot and within seconds, close the space between the two of them with a hug. They stared at each other for a moment before he finally whispered “I missed you too.” and leaned in for an overdue kiss.

It was true what Noctis had said; they hadn’t seen each other much lately because Noctis was always busy with his royal duties. And when finally, he was available, it was Prompto who was busy with work. Noctis had called two days ago asking if he was available tonight and to not plan anything. He hadn’t gone much into detail other than saying they’d spend the evening together and eat a nice diner.

One kiss turned into another, and another, and Prompto was soon seated in Noctis’ lap, before the prince parted their lips with a chuckle. “How about we eat it while it’s warm? I didn’t spend the after-noon being bossed by Ignis to let the food go cold.” Prompto couldn’t agree more and got up after stealing one last kiss. “Let’s dig in!”

#my writing #ffxv #final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ffxv fanfiction #Fujo look #Zeke look #first time writing something in a decade #had a shitty day and needed fluff so i made fluff

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askplumpto-blog · 7 years ago

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((SO I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT DAD!LIBERTUS))

((And I had to get it all out and share because GODDAMN I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH!

Inspired by this Art and Fanfic <----- CHECK THEM BOTH OUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I spent WAY too much time on this. I spent several days on this, mostly to fix my 3-4am typos and add more things to connect my thoughts.

LOTS of headcanons, spoilers(Kingsglaive/The game Proper/Episode Prompto), my own traditional art, and a bit of angst below the cut.

Also it’s VERY long, sorry orz Partially because of the art, but still...

First off, I WILL FIGHT SOMEONE IF THEY TRY AND TELL ME THAT LIBERTUS IS NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO DO THIS. He so would be, even if only for a few minutes before baby Prom’s weight starts getting to his back. lol

Libertus would try all his might to make baby Prom happy. Give him the best childhood he could. Teach the kid how to fight like a Glaive in order to protect himself. He and the other Glaives (Specifically Nyx, Crowe, Pelna, and Luche) would spoil the kid, but he’d never go rotten. He loves his family, and they love him no matter where any of them are from. Prom would love to hear stories from each of their homelands. They were all so different from Insomnia and it would intrigue the little chocobo a lot. Not to mention he loved to see his loved ones faces light up when they talked about their homelands.

Libertus would always bring Prom with him to the training grounds. “Can’t exactly afford a babysitter, Captain. He won’t get into trouble, promise. He just likes to watch anyway.” And he does. Watching everyone warp and use magic is so cool. He would love to take pictures if that was allowed, but it was the only way Drautos would let the kid stay. Confidential stuff, y’know?

Once he hits the early teenage years though, he probably wouldn’t be allowed to come over as often to the Glaive area, but that’s okay because he would be friends with Noct by that point and the two of them would hang and play video games. Plus, he and Libertus would still have their apartment together to see each other at night and before work/school. The two of them would take cooking shifts, and even though they would both be comfortable with their weight Prom would probably learn healthy recipes in order for the two of them to eat right and not gain anymore pounds than they already have. Totally Ignis’ influence btw.

Once Prom signs up for the Crownsguard, Libertus would be so proud! He would tell all the Glaives. “Hey, didja hear? My son’s in the Crownsguard!” “Prompto made the Crownsguard!” “Did I tell you, my son joined the Crownsguard”

“YES” Says every single Glaive ever, including Drautos.

He would be so proud, but scared too. His little boy is growing up and protecting the Prince. His little Chocobo. What if he got hurt? Would they make him enough food? Will he be eating right out on his own like that? Will he be okay without his dad? But all chocobos need to leave the nest some time, so Libertus and their Glaive family see Prompto off before he, Noct, Gladio and Ignis set out for Hammerhead. They all say their goodbyes, give him parting gifts and tell him that they will see him after the wedding. Only he doesn’t, because then Kingsglaive happens, and literally only Libertus is alive by the end of that as far as their family goes. (Think about it if you think I’m wrong, but we literally see all of the other’s die or as corpses. Crowe dies first, Pelna is killed saving Luna by a tentacle monster, Luche burned alive from the ring AND fell over the railing, and Nyx gives his life to save Insomnia. Only Libertus is left alive in the end. QAQ )

It wouldn’t happen often, but when Prompto is out with the Chocobros they know when he’s homesick when he decides to cook for the group(usually Galahdan food that Uncle Nyx, Aunt Crowe and Libertus taught him how to make), he’d pop in a CD his Uncle Penla made for him of songs the group loved to listen to, he’d pull out his MBS Malboro keychain he got from his Aunt Crowe (Matching with hers of course) and just hold it in his hand. They usually leave him, keeping an eye on him in case he got really homesick, but he’d just need his little family reminders and remember that he will see them again when his journey was over.

Then Episode Prompto happens and he realizes he’s a Niff and an MT, and then Noct gets abducted by a rock and darkness falls over the country. All the same weight carries from there as the normal game, but now Prom carries the added worry of “How am I going to tell my family? I know they won’t mind that I’m from Niflheim, but.... will they accept an MT?” From here, Prom does the same thing as in the game where he goes off on his own, like Gladio and Ignis, trying his best to help out until Noct comes back.

Libertus's story from here would be the same as Comrades. He would go home to Gahlad only to see that they needed help in Lestallum and he would go back, with the intent of somehow getting a letter to Prompto to let him know where he was... if he was still alive out there. He could only hope because he hears close to nothing about him, and Cor won’t open up as to why the search party for Noct has stopped. It isn’t until one day he arrives in Lestallum from a hunt and he hears some refugees talking about one of Noct’s retinue being in town.

“Yeah, the big guy is here.”/ “The one with the tattoo?”/ “No the blond.”

And Libertus is on the move. His son was alive! He had to see him. Make sure he was okay. Make sure he wasn’t just hearing things he wanted to hear.

---> Left to Right ---> (Sorry for the poor quality. Kinda did this really late at night)

He wouldn’t realize until after they rush to each other to hug that Prom’s been crying. And why shouldn’t he? He hasn’t seen any of his family in almost a year by this point and who knows what happened to them after Insomnia was destroyed, he just lost his best friend to a freaking rock, and his other two friends tend to be on their own. He was literally alone in the world at that moment with no one to turn to and he wasn’t going to go bother Iris, Cindy, Holly or Cid with his problems. And Talcott is too young for Prompto to make him play therapist. So he just goes out, stares at the power plant and lets himself cry. His Dad showing up would be the best thing to happen to him in a long time.

They would hug it out for a long time right in front of the plant, not caring who saw. They were family goddammit, let them have their reunion. Libertus would just hold his boy as close to him as he could, shedding a few tears himself because he was just so glad his little chocobo was alive. He’d notice that Prom had lost weight by that point, whether by not eating, stress, physically overworking his body, whatever it be, it would be a noticeable change after a year of not seeing each other. They would try to catch up and talk, but all their answers were really.... touchy subjects. They check in a the Leville and they talk about what happened in a private room.

“What happened kid? I thought you were with your buddies.”

“I was... we... we’re kinda doing our own thing since Noct’s....”

“What happened to the Prince? That Marshall called off the search party an-”

“We asked him to do that. There’s no finding Noct... not when we know where he is.”

Prompto would explain what happened with Noct and him being in a rock, and that they were waiting for the day he came out to save the world from the eternal darkness. Which is a lot heavier of a task than Libertus thought he was sending his son to assist with. Prom explains what happened to them from the beginning. From learning about the fall of Insomnia, to meeting the Chancellor, to getting their car jacked, to getting the marks of the Astrals for Noct, and to Altissia.

He would stop there, not wanting to talk about his personal journey yet. So he would ask Libertus what happened in the Crown City, but Libertus would pause. He didn’t want to tell Prompto but he should. It was his family just as much as Prompto’s. Libertus would tell him about the treaty and how that came about, he would tell him about Crowe (To which Prompto starts crying again, his Aunt Crowe was gone. Libertus would comfort him but he was hurt too. Crowe was the closest thing he had to a sister), he’d tell him about how he quit the Glaives, feeling betrayed that they would just let Crowe die they way she did, joined the revolution against Insomnia and how ashamed he was of it. He’d tell Prom that most of the Glaives were actually traitors, and from the few that he was able to gather to help in Lestallum he knew some of the names of the traitors. Luche and Drautos included. Prom would be devistated. Luche co-sighed the papers for Prompto’s adoption. How could he be a traitor and a double agent? Prom would ask about Nyx and Pelna, but Libertus wouldn’t know what happened to them. He saw Nyx before he escourted the Princess to safety but he heard no word of what happened to him later.

“It’s those damn Niffs. I know we’re suppose to be working together now to restore power to the land, but it’s the Niffs fault that our family is all messed up like this.”

“.... those Niffs....”

“Well, it is. They’ve gotta be the ones who attacked Crowe an-”

“Dad, I-... I’m a... I’m a Niff....”

Prompto would explain what happened to him after Altissia. Iggy went blind. They lost Luna. They tried to get to Tenebrae, but Ardyn showed up and Prompto got knocked off of the train. He found out he was an MT, and clone of Verstael Besithia, thus making him technically a citizen of Niflheim. Libertus would be quiet for most of this, mostly from the shock of learning this about his kid. They probably didn’t know much about Prom’s past when he was growing up and they only thing they really knew was that his barcode was probably not something people should see. Who knows what people would say if they saw a kid running around with some weird barcode branding on him. Now though, the barcode made sense. It wasn’t some kid traficing thing that possibly Pelna or Nyx would suggest, but instead it was his model number as a clone and part robot.

Not caring about his son’s true past, Libertus would assure Prompto that he was a Lucian through and trough. He was raised in the Crown City and thus was a citizen there. Just because Libertus now knew of Prompto’s past, it wouldn’t change they was he felt about his son. Hell, their whole family was a bunch of ragtag immigrants from all over the continent, adding a Niff isn’t too far off from the rest of them. And being an MT hadn’t shown itself to be troublesome before, why would it now?

They would just have a good old vent session, get everything off of their chests, explain everything that happened to either of them in the time they were apart and finally the two of them would get a good night’s rest, knowing that the other was safe and alive. They would spend a couple days with each other in Lestallum before deciding to go back out and help everyone get back onto their feet, but they would make sure to keep closer in touch as well as meet up when they could, even if it was just for a meal together.

I’m not sure how Comrades ends yet, as far as what happens to Libertus. BUT ASSUMING HE’S ALIVE.

As the light washes over the country, Libertus would know that his son and his friend’s did it. They brought back the light. He waits for his son in Lestallum, knowing his son would go there first to find him. When Prompto finally arrives, he would immediately go in for a hug and a cry. “... Noct... he.. he really saved the day... but...” And Libertus would know then that Noct was dead and he would comfort his 30 year old son. Loss of a friend, of a sibling, was always hard no matter how old.

Prom would stay in Hammerhead and help Cindy with the garage (Probably be a thing together by this point) and Libertus would go home to Gahlad(he’s been meaning to for a long time), but the two of them would meet at least once a month, either going to Hammerhead, Lestallum, or even Gahlad. Libertus would be very excited to show his son around his home country. Show the kid his roots, and put visual places to stories Prompto was told growing up. Prom would probably bring Gladio, Iris, Iggy, Cindy, and/or maybe Talcott with him when he goes to Gahlad too. Show his friends where his father came from, and give Iggy a chance to learn some new recipes or cooking techniques from another country.

AND THAT’S ALL I HAVE SO FAR???

I REALLY WANT TO WRITE THIS AS A FIC, BUT I NEVER ACTUALLY FINISH FICS. RPs are better for me because then I have a partner to plot with and I feel bad for leaving them hanging when it’s my turn so I am able to bust something out, but I never am able to finish writing a full fanfic on my own.

BUT I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS ABOUT THIS AU. I just wanted to get all of the kinda sad things out of the way because I needed a place where I could come back to it later and maybe work on it some more? Or spark some ideas in other people if they happen to read this. ))

#out of chocobos #((I LOVE THIS AU))#((GOD HELP ME I LOVE DAD!LIBERTUS))#((And when I love something I have to ruin it with ANGST!!!))#blog art #libertus ostium #ffxv #final fantasy xv #prompto argentum #plumpto #final fantasy 15 #Kingsglaive #Dad!Libertus

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