#ffxv drabbles

[savage-rhi]

hi hope you’re well!! id like to request sharing a bed with ignis (or all ffxv boys! up to you!) for the first time please! like there’s only one bed or the booking at hotel went wrong ! it’s up to you! dw if you don’t want to do it :) love ur work!

"This is just peachy..." The sarcasm rolled off Gladio's tongue like molasses as he shot Ignis a glare. "You just had to let blondie down there take care of the booking."

Ignis sighed as he scrunched his legs up further into his chest, trying to give Gladio and their fifth guest more room at the front of the bed. He grunted before addressing the crude remark.

"Tending to Y/N at the time was more important than keeping an eye out on Prompto's sense of rationale."

"Hey!" Prompto exclaimed as he shot up from the foot of the bed. He shoved Gladio's left foot away, grimacing at the aroma that wafted from his calloused toes. "When the receptionist said they had a suite, I assume that means a big space. Where I'm from, a big space means more room which means having more than one bed!"

"There's a reason you didn't pass algebra." Noctis quipped. He earned a swift kick to his side from Prompto and nearly fell off the mattress while he yelped.

"You're one to talk Noct, you only passed the tenth grade cause you copied my material!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not--!"

"Guys, not for nothing, but I'd like to sleep." Y/N sighed.

"Y/N's right," Ignis muttered. "We have a big day ahead of us and it's already late. Let us try to make the best out of the situation."

"Fine, whatever." Noctis breathed. He adjusted his body, lying on his side and facing away from Ignis's legs. He thanked the gods for not being in Prompto's position when it came to catching a whiff of Gladio's feet. The swampy smell was still there from their time in Duscae, and Noctis let out a grunt when he felt nausea pool briefly in his chest.

"You okay down there, Noct?" Y/N asked.

"Yep!" Noctis sighed.

"Good," Y/N tried to keep their eyes upon the ceiling in a vain attempt to ignore the fact they were sandwiched in between both Ignis and Gladio. All the while, their feet were pressed upon Noctis and Prompto. Had they not felt self-conscious being amongst four guys in a single bed, Y/N would've seen the hilarity in all this. How the whole gang was basically crammed onto the mattress like a posse of clowns trapped inside a small vehicle.

"Uh," Y/N made a face as they snapped out of their thoughts. "Gladio, I think you're touching my butt."

"Sorry, my bad!"

"Y/N," Ignis turned his head, raising his voice ever so slight. "This may seem awkward, but we may be able to give Gladio and yourself more wiggle room if you bundle up to me."

"Smooth one, specs." Noctis teased. He let out a wince when Ignis not so subtly jabbed his face with his right foot. Prompto could be heard giggling into his palms at the incident.

Y/N growled a little in their throat. As much as they had grown to enjoy the antics of the boys, now was not the time. Nonetheless, they went through the motions. Their body curled up against Ignis until they were practically spooning the man from behind.

"Finally, I can stretch!" Gladio yawned. He gently reached over and nudged Y/N. "Thanks for taking one for the team."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Y/N muttered in reply. They felt Ignis reach for them, gently coaxing Y/N to put an arm around his waist.

"You sure this is alright?" Y/N tried to whisper against the back of Ignis's head.

"Positive," He replied. "Besides, this will lower the risk of having you wake in a compromising position with anybody."

Y/N quietly laughed at the remark. "Kinda late for that, but okay."

"He's a gentleman like that!" Prompto interjected. He let out an uncomfortable sigh as he moved around, causing the bed to creak. "Gladio, buddy, do you think you can move? You're taking up my side of the bed."

"Your side of the bed?!" Gladio exclaimed, feeling the last straw break the camels back. "This whole bed should've been my side of the bed but you screwed up!"

"And here I thought you liked slumber parties!" Prompto jabbed playfully.

"I outta--!"

"Hey!" Noctis rose up. "You two, shut the hell up and go to sleep! Enough of the cat fight!"

"How about you shut up for a change?" Gladio countered.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Guys, c'mon...I already gotta smell Gladio's fungus feet and I don't want the bed turning into a battle arena!"

"Fungus feet?!"

Y/N shook their head against Ignis, letting out a sigh of disbelief as the commotion between the three pressed on. The gentle squeeze Ignis offered had them slightly perk up.

"They're always like this," Ignis reassured. "And the feelings are mutual, by the way."

The tired reply Ignis gave had Y/N smile from ear to ear, and somehow they could feel themself drifting away among the bantering. Tomorrow would come soon.

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[weregreatatcrime]

I literally JUST posted the most recent add-on to forest Noctis au but the NEXT bit was already briefly in progress until I realized I didn't like this angle. But I liked the blurb and didn't wanna delete it. So here's 500 words of some good re-introductions after six years of Noctis missing WHOO

~~~~~

“Stand by my son, please. I do not know everything he has been through. And there is much he has yet to tell anyone. He lacks trust in the Crown. In… me. I cannot blame him. I only ask that you prove yourselves to be worthy of his trust, for he gives it sparingly. I cannot convince him to return to the city. I do not know exactly his goals or his ideals. But I do know from our letters that he cares for Lucis and its people. I do not wish him harmed, or alone. Be by his side. Walk tall.”

~~~~~~

Ignis drove the car, Gladiolus in the back. Cor sat in the passenger seat. The atmosphere was tense.

Wiz Chocobo Post was not exactly where Ignis expected to find Noctis after not seeing him for six years. But when they pulled up there he was. Standing stiffly near a picnic table with his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides like Ignis remembered he did when he didn't know what to do with them.

Gladiolus charged out of the car before it was even in park. Cor sighed heavily.

“I told him not to rush him.”

“I said so as well.” Ignis gritted out, stepping out as quickly as he could.

Gladio stopped in front of Noctis, the two of them staring at each other for a few seconds before Gladio swept the smaller man up in a bear hug.

“You ever leave me behind like that again, I will kick your ass.” Gladio threatened, voice thick.

“You can try.” Noctis didn't hug him back. But he did bury his face in Gladio's chest.

After a minute he was released and he turned to Ignis before looking down, refusing to meet his eyes.

“...your Highness.” Ignis breathed. He'd already had plenty of emotional moments back at the Citadel when he was told about Cor locating Noctis. He didn't need to be crying now.

“Don't- don't call me that.” Noctis crossed his arms, ducking his face behind the rat's nest of his hair. “I'm trying to keep a low profile?”

“Noct, then.” Ignis approached and, unsure of himself, opened his arms. Noctis leaned towards him enough that Ignis felt comfortable hugging him close. Gentler than Gladiolus did, just tight enough to convince himself that Noctis was there.

“Noct'll work.” Noctis mumbled shyly. “But everyone knows me as Megumi. So. There's that.”

“Oh. You guys are here already..? Ah. Uh- well, hi?”

Ignis released Noctis to turn and see a young blond man with a nervous smile and cheeks full of freckles.

“This is Prompto, my best friend.” Noctis threw an arm around his shoulders and leaned against him. “My boyfriend.”

Prompto turned a little red. “Hi?” He squeaked. “Gumi’s great.”

Gladiolus crossed his arms while he sized up the much smaller blond. Prompto eyed his biceps anxiously.

“Ignis Scientia.” Ignis stepped forward and held his hand out before the poor boy could be intimidated too much. “It's nice to meet you.”

“Um- Prompto Argentum?” Prompto shook his hand quickly and then let go. His left arm, in a sling, appeared to be shaking somewhat.

[writing-oof]

Noctis wakes up to an empty house.

This means a lot more than it might considering the fact that he lives in the fucking castle.

[awlwren-writes]

Kingsglaive: Lore 24 - Day 1

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Kingsglaive Character, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Punishment Summary:

Strict drabbles focusing on the life and deaths of background members of the Kingsglaive.

Chapter 1: Punishment - ft. Laura Crepusculum

[sugaruapologist]

c:\user\sugaruapologist\masterlist

attack on titan

stung by the wasp ft. levi ackerman (nsfw)

ff7r

spider’s eyes ft. tseng (nsfw)

jjk

alkaline ft geto suguru (nsfw , multichapter)

[mossarchives]

The final fantasy boys and number 22 please :)

22 was Kororon by Eve!

Tigers and Wolves are coming, the child who gets lost should stay home 

“Soooo,” Prompto clicks his tongue, curling his arms tight around his chest, “we’re lost.” 

“We are not lost.” Ignis presses the pad of one pointer finger against the metal nose bar of his glasses, sliding them upwards. The view past the lenses is blurred, smeared with the rainwater dripping from his hair. He had tried to clean them off, but the insistent rain had soaked through the cleaning cloth in his pocket. Even under shelter as they were, the air was so thick with moisture that they remained just as soaked as if they were in the open. 

“We’re definitely lost.” Noctis peels his coat off and shakes it, droplets flying off the black leather. Prompto flees further to the back of the overhang to avoid getting caught in the spray, already resigned to wearing wet denim until they figure out where they are. The Prince- King, Ignis reminds himself- slips the layer back on and crosses his arms. “We need Gladio.” 

“Well we don’t have Gladio around.” Ignis bites back on a sigh, tugging on the collar of his shirt to try and get the wet fabric away from his skin. It’s a sentiment he’s thought about many times since Gladio left to find his strength. Many rightly consider Ignis to be the smartest of their group, the tactician and the analyst, the King’s advisor, the one who is always looking out for them. That’s just the problem, Ignis has come to realize. He’s always looking out for the others, keeping track of Prompto, making sure Noct is protected, making sure Gladio isn’t pushing himself, that his awareness of his surroundings is based on his companions. His hands tense, pinching the top button of his shirt between his fingers. He missed the other man desperately, and for more reasons than just his outdoorsmanship. 

A heavy, dramatic sigh pushes him from his thoughts. Prompto has returned from the back of the overhang, a smile attempting to break through the mask of melancholy on his face. “Well, since we’re not getting any drier in here we might as well have some fun with it.”

The end of his sentence is punctuated by him planting a boot in the center of Noct’s back and shoving the King into the rain. Noctis lets out a wordless cry of outrage, hair immediately becoming plastered to his face and his boots sinking into a puddle. Prompto dives out into the rain after him, bending to dip his hands into the layer of water beyond the shelter and fling it upwards. Noctis kicks a wave of water back, the two continuing their battle further and further out. 

Ignis just shakes his head at their antics, calling out to them. “You’re just going to get more lost.” 

The two younger men pause their watery combat and exchange a glance that sends a jolt of cold fear down Ignis’s spine. For good reason, as he feels the air behind him crystalize with magic, Noctis warping in behind him while Prompto sprints over to grab at his arms. 

“Don’t you dare!” Ignis digs his heels in, resisting the combined attempts of the others, Noct pushing and Prompto pulling, to drag him into the rain. It’s no use, as the rain slick stones beneath his feet betray him and he’s pulled out into the marsh. The rain immediately makes a home in his clothes and his hair, gathering on the frames of his glasses. 

He gives in, gives up on thinking about directions or protocols. No longer an advisor or glaive, just another idiot lost in the rain. Ignis takes his glasses off carefully, wraps them in the safety of one hand, and takes off after his fleeing friends.

[nyanykamito]

nyx ulric x s/o drabble "Peace"

trying to feed myself with some Nyx ulric goodness but this turned angst help, enjoy fellow nyx fangirls. There's fluff in it i swear...but you gotta wade through angst...i'm sorry

........

Today was another one of those days where he wished he could skip work, launch his phone across Lucis and come see you. But duty called and this mission was.. rough. Everything that could go wrong during the mission did.

Recently Nyx's squadron took in a few new recruits, they were green around the gills which was to be expected. One didn't listen, another was cocky arrogant ars hole and the last one was...big kid. But not the I'll never grow up rather they were pushed into a role they weren't ready for. Nyx was beyond frustrated with the other two but the other guy Nyx was terrified for...he reminded him of his younger sister..

On his first ever mission Nyx stayed by his side, making sure the kid didn't get too banged up, he made sure he only took action when he could handle it. But..it wasn't enough..

One minute the kid was grinning from ear to ear, proud of himself for nailing a hit on the enemy.. than his smile faded as he was devoured by a scorched daemon.

"CALLIGAN!!"

Nyx warped over and tried to save him but it was too late...all that was left behind was the young mans blades.

Grabbing his blades he ran toward anyone and anything that crossed his path, shredding through daemons and magiteck alike. He only stopped once the battlefield was vacant.

The rest of his squadron came over and the two rooks just looked at each other. Realizing that.. shite was about to get real.

around midnight Nyx arrived back home, but when he arrived in front of his door he saw "him" again. Quickly backing up Nyx tried to shake it but the images wouldn't leave him be..

That's when you called.. Nyx quickly changed his tone and demeanor as he quickly ran inside his apartment grabbed his duffle bag and warped over to your place.

Arriving at your place he's met by the smells of a freshly cooked meal and the sight of his beloved girlfriend wearing only the finest that Lucis could provide. A hoodie that looked far too familiar, it was his and a pair of gray sweats...which were also his. Shaking his head nyx opened up the sliding glass door and walked inside.

You had offered to give Nyx a key to your place but he didn't want to risk some knucklehead having access to your place. So instead you leave the sliding glass door unlocked, and well considering that your on the 22nd floor.. who else was going to come through there? Santa?

You bring out two beers and two plates of food one for him and one for you, you both decide to sit out on the balcony. After finishing the food nyx takes the plates in and washes them, than you two cuddle under the stars. You attempt to name a few stars but with all the light pollution its a bit hard to.

"Its funny I grew up with the stars and galaxy above my head every night. And i didn't get caught up in it too much...but now that i can't see it all too well..i miss it."

Nyx goes silent and you stare at him from the corner of your eye...something is wrong.

"hey..Nyx..?"

"let me guess your still hungry?"

"no"

"You want me to carry you to bed?"

"no you big dork"

"You...want more cuddles? Because if so it comes with a price."

"As much as that sounds nice..no."

Nyx turns to look at you. "what than?"

"Are you okay?"

Nyx turns away and you watch as he pretty much goes still, all except those beautiful steel blue eyes that you love so much. You wait a moment before scooching closer to him.

"Another glaive went home today...he didn't make it out there.. I was quick enough.."

You can hear the strain in his voice as if he's fighting back tears.

"He was made for this line of work, he was just a boy. He had a family, a mother.. a brother.. a sister.. Who's gonna tell them? Who's gonna tell them that he's not coming back? He joined to fight for his home and it cost him everything.. And what do we have to show for it?"

You slowly reach for Nyx's hands and pull them toward you causing Nyx face you.

"What are we fighting for y/n? Why am I fighting? Whats the point?.. We lose more lives than we save, what or who is going to welcome up back when this was is over.. if it ever ends."

"I'm sorry that I don't have the answers, but can i offer you something else?"

"...." Nyx's pain disappears briefly as he chuckles. "Cuddles, headpats and warm neck I can burry my face into?"

"Peace. atleast for the night and you know all of that too."

"I'll take it but only if its coming from you."

[shellswritesstuff]

chocobro squishmallow headcanons please... I beg

WHAT AN AMAZING ASK... THANK YOU

[I'll put the picture, followed by the lil blurb that comes on the tag. Big thankies squishmallow wiki jsjsj-]

Noct

This is Benedict 😭

"Benedict grew up in a small family as an only child, and enjoys his privacy and quiet time. You can usually find Benedict kayaking or fishing alone, but if you ask him, he will welcome your company any time! Grab your floaties and jump in!"

Prompto

Greeeegory... 🤭

Meet Gregory, the go-to photographer for all things nature. Gregory takes amazing photos from all over the world, he just got back from a trip in the Mallow Mountains! He loves sharing the amazing things he sees with other 'mallows. Where should he go on his next photo-adventure?

Ignis

AMALIEEEE- 🥰

Meet Amalie. She loves slithering through the jungle with her iced coffee before she starts her day. Amalie is a vegetarian chef and works hard to keep her menu tasty and intresting, her latest menu features jackfruit with a variety of beans. Do you want to try the nacho cheese?

Gladio

Owns this lil dude in every size. Kaitlyn!!! 😭

Meet Kaitlyn. This loyal and loving lemur is your new best friend and workout buddy! Kaitlyn loves going for runs, swimming in lakes, and hiking. Her latest hobby is mud running! She may get dirty, but she always has her precious pink glow!

BONUS

Cindy

DEFINITELY HAS HAL WITH HER IN THE GARAGE!!

Say hi to Hal! Hal is a mechanic in training, and loves to learn all about cars and trucks! Hal’s practicing so that he can build a custom car one day and go on a road trip! He wants to see the ocean, eat new foods, and maybe even make friends along the way.

Dino

Badabing, badaboom. You can't tell me Dino hasn't made this lil guy a freaking necklace.. Omar!

Omar loves crystals, gems and jewelry and has an eye for finding the beauty in everything he does. He hopes to be a jeweler one day!

[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

I write? Sometimes I do. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44357329

[whostarlockeda03]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV, Kingsglaive Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Drabble, Reflection, Nyx Ulric Needs A Hug, Sunsets, Self-Reflection, Short, Short One Shot, Short & Sweet Summary:

Here, he was just Nyx.

[savage-rhi]

Oh boy-

I saw the most recent writing prompts and got SO excited. I had a really hard time picking. There were SO many good ones

But we need Ardyn with the protective writing prompt:

"Whether you like it or not, You're safest with me"

@sillylittlevulpine Thanks for being patient with me hon. I hope you like this, I haven't written for Ardyn in a while and I feel rusty AF. Hope it's okay!

Y/N was no diplomat.

They were a mere common citizen, fed up with the Lucian crown not doing enough to keep the people safe while many starved and were displaced by the war. They themself were on the brink, having lost everything they held dear in the recent skirmish between the kingdom and empire.

It was why they were smuggled amongst provisions on an Imperial air ship, a last ditch effort to try and make a difference on their own terms.

Y/N knew that the moment they set foot in the lands of Niflheim, there were a thousand ways they could die—a thousand tortures that could befall them. Yet the consequences were outweighed by the hope that somehow, out of the mouth of someone lesser, their words might bring an end to the calamities in Lucis, even if it meant bartering with the enemy. However pure their intentions, there were many things Y/N neglected to consider.

They didn't consider being found so soon on board, immediately being treated with contempt.

They didn't consider the welcoming of fists and weapons at their throat, being blamed for crimes they had never heard of—all because of where they had come from.

They didn't consider being paraded around in public, a spectacle to behold as the soldiers escorted them to the Imperial Palace.

They didn't consider the consequences of being brought to the feet of Emperor Aldercapt himself, who was more than willing to dispatch justice in the form of a grandiose beheading in front of his hundreds of guests amidst an Imperial Ceremony. He proclaimed the sudden intrusion as a sign of the Gods' favor, a sacrificial gift on the eve of Niflheim's name day, three days removed from the anniversary of Solheim's ancient calamity.

Out of all these terrifying events that unfolded so quickly, Y/N never considered that the Chancellor himself would step in to call off the execution.

Nor did they anticipate sitting in the man's very chambers at this moment.

It had been several hours since then, and Y/N's heart pounded heavily in their chest remembering what transpired. How Chancellor Izunia managed to undermine Aldercapt's authority and Niflheim's very traditions, but still kept the peace by appealing to logic, reason, and exploiting hundreds of years of superstition in the same breath.

"It's reasonable to assume a token of good faith by the esteemed six who watch over our endeavors. Yet I beseech the council and the Emperor to remember there is always a price to pay from accepting a boon from gods. Unwrapping such a precious gift could very much bring great misfortune to our feet, especially on an eve of celebration and remembrance. I believe on such a rare and auspicious night, that we let the people of the Empire decide our fate. What say you, excellency?"

The crowd erupted with so much enthusiasm, and so much vigor that Aldercapt had no choice but to bend the knee or lest he be cast unfavorably for weeks to come.

Y/N could remember the Emperors ire toward the Chancellor the rest of the evening, but the latter merely smiled and watched as thousands debated before settling on their choice: to let Y/N live, for now.

Y/N knew so little about the Chancellor, but in that short amount of time, understood he was very much a career politician as much as he was a man of the stars, and that made him perhaps more dangerous than anyone Y/N could've been at the mercy of.

Their breath hitched when the doors suddenly opened, and the very man came waltzing in. Y/N noted how his amber eyes seemed to glow under the dimmed light, casting a shiver down their spine.

"Ah, fancy seeing you still awake at this unholy hour!" He faintly smiled; stopping to let out a breath he had been holding.

"Considering the circumstances, how could anyone sleep?" Y/N murmured under their breath, surprised when he chuckled sincerely at their comment

"A fair observation if there ever was one," He remarked amusingly then gestured for Y/N to remain seated at the foot of the bed as soon as he noticed them adjust. "I don't care for curtseys or for you move an inch. It needn't take me long to get comfortable."

Y/N swallowed as the Chancellor walked across the room, watching him pick up a chair from a large desk. For a moment, an intrusive thought of the man throwing the furniture piece at them crossed Y/N's mind, and they were astonished to see the Chancellor gently place the chair in front of them and casually take a seat.

"You caused quite the commotion back there in the grand hall."

His comment took Y/N aback as they blinked; unsure of what to say. It almost sounded like he was complimenting them.

"I think you outperformed me there, Chancellor."

"Please, call me Ardyn."

Y/N made a face. "Ardyn?"

"An unusual name, I know." He grinned. "There's no need for formality in my own dwelling. You can speak freely, more or less."

More or less...Y/N felt a bead of sweat trickle down their head from that remark.

"I wasn't trying to offend or--"

"What do you call yourself?"

"Pardon?"

"What's your name, dear? Last I checked Lucian's could comprehend such a simple question."

And there it is...Y/N could feel the disdain in his words despite his tone being outwardly charming.

"It's Y/N."

"Y/N," Ardyn repeated it a few times to himself, as if allowing his tongue to grow accustomed to a new flavor. "Spare me of sob stories and gruesome detail, but what brings you to Nilfheim and so, so far away from home?"

There was nothing malicious in his words nor the question Ardyn imposed, but Y/N's muscles tensed as if there was nonetheless. It seemed in comparison to his public image—where he liked to draw things out, Ardyn wanted to get to the point. Neither did Y/N want to prolong this any further than necessary. Whatever the Chancellor intended on doing to them, Y/N had no doubts he would carry it out regardless after this conversation. There was nothing to lose or gain.

"I came to the empire for help."

"Help?"

Y/N nodded.

"And why would you do such a thing, in the middle of a war between our two nations no less?"

Ardyn looked so puzzled that it scared Y/N he was irritated. The confusion on his face seemed uncharacteristic of a man of his stature. The thought didn't stop Y/N from raising a brow, just as bewildered as the man himself.

"I thought you didn't want a sob story?"

"Are you being smart with me, dear?"

"No, no!" Y/N protested. "I'm just--!"

The way he suddenly laughed made the air in the room grow thick with tension, and as Y/N made a fist against the sheets of the mattress, Ardyn let out a content sigh and smirked.

"I'm merely speaking in jest." He said in his defense, letting out a faint but dark chortle. "You are right, however, I'd appreciate some context to our precarious situation."

Just get to the point...Y/N repeated to themself over and over, trying to ignore the sinking sensation that grew in their stomach at how he had been toying with them.

"I came here to talk to Imperials who don't want this war as much as I. There's nothing else to say. I'm not a spy, nor defecting my country, nor do I wish to gain anything. I just...want to talk. To get a conversation started, so we can end this."

The silence that hung in the air after Y/N's testimony was palpable to where not even a knife could cut the tension. It didn't help that the Chancellor's features went neutral, almost unreadable save for his eyes which Y/N noted seemed to dance to an invisible tune that no human could comprehend. The way he looked at them was scary in a manner Y/N couldn't describe, but feel on a cellular level.

Ardyn slowly canted his head, a look of wonderment crossing his face briefly as he studied them. "How most naive of you..."

"What's going to happen next?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Y/N gulped. "What's going to happen to me? Am I to be shot outside your chambers or taken to prison?"

"You have quite the grotesque imagination," Ardyn chuckled at their expense, shaking his head in disbelief. "You heard the people back at the Grand Hall, you're to live this night."

"And after?"

He went silent again, and Y/N tried not to avert their gaze from his as he hummed.

"That remains to be decided, that being said, I believe we might be able to help each other."

Y/N's pulse spiked yet again as Ardyn's smile grew, and his pupils expanded; nearly overtaking the orange that covered his irises.

"Contrary to what you no doubt assume, I hold nothing nefarious toward you. You can snuff out the flame of whatever ills are invading your head at this moment." Ardyn said as a matter of fact before continuing. "Perhaps your tale of woe is a boon from the gods after all."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say I've been looking for an 'in' to get back into the good graces of your king's court for negotiation." Ardyn debated with himself on speaking further, then uncrossed his legs and adjusted in his seat. He scooted the chair a little closer to Y/N, eyes locking onto theirs. "You and I seem to have a similar appreciation for the art of conversation, and I find this potentially useful."

It became difficult for Y/N to comprehend what he was saying now, as the fear that overtook them seemed to filter out Ardyn's words. They could barely hear their voice over their heart beating, blood pumping so loud in their mind that the noise began to drown out everything else.

"You're trembling."

Ardyn's faint murmur snapped Y/N out of their trance, and they shook their head in protest. The hidden maliciousness they had sensed earlier returned, growing even stronger as Ardyn suddenly appeared inches from their face. Y/N didn't have time to breathe, much less comprehend the seconds in between.

"Do I frighten you?" He asked, his voice low and dark.

There was no point lying to him, not when those eyes could see through anything.

"Greatly..."

"Good..."

"I'd like to be placed in custody elsewhere," Y/N whispered, trying not to blink out of fear they'd find themselves in the jaws of a predator. His little laugh made their nerves freeze over.

"After the trouble I went through on your behalf, you'd soon rather leave me than hear further of my proposition?"

Y/N nodded. "I would."

"Well, I must implore you to listen carefully," Ardyn's voice dipped as he glared for the first time. "So long as you remain in the Empire, whether you like it or not, you're safest with me."

"I..." Y/N's body picked up on something their mind had trouble feeling out. It didn't help that this played in tandem with their stomach churning in knots over the way he stared them down. "I don't believe you."

And just like that, a dark chuckle from Ardyn broke the atmosphere and Y/N stared in confusion as he backed away and stood, looking down at them.

"I shall leave you to your thoughts," Ardyn gave a soft bow with his head toward Y/N and smirked. "We have much to discuss tomorrow once I sort through how to keep you alive."

He was starting to leave his chambers, until Y/N called out, still bothered by something.

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you speak on my behalf in the first place? You didn't know my intentions until now. What made you put on that performance and keep Aldercapt from cutting off my head?"

Ardyn once more debated with himself, his confidence from earlier waning as he hadn't expected them to cut to the chase as much as he did with them. A faint smile graced his lips when he noticed the connection, furthering the wheels that had been turning in his head.

"The night was dull," He shrugged. "And I was bored out of mind..."

He departed without another sound, closing the large doors behind him.

Y/N didn't even get the chance to ask where they would sleep.

Meanwhile, Ardyn ventured out of his dwelling and into the main hall. Not far from the doors, Verstael awaited him. The older man held a weight of exhaustion in his aged face as Ardyn grinned and walked past him.

"I came down from the keep as soon as I heard what you did." Verstael called out, and began to follow his colleague.

Ardyn smirked, slowing his pace so Verstael could catch up. "You missed out my dear friend! The ceremony became quite a spectacle after that. One could argue I saved the day in more ways than one."

"Be it as it may the party is over," Verstael sighed, shaking his head. "What says Aldercapt now about your new little friend?"

"For now," Ardyn began. "The gods show them favor."

"Just the gods?"

The pair stopped walking, and Ardyn's gaze burrowed into Verstael's as the old man stared him down. The hall became heavy with unspoken words that yearned to bubble to the surface.

"Just the gods..." Ardyn answered bluntly.

Verstael let out a small huff and smiled. "Let's keep it at that."

"You're worried?"

"A man in my position can't help but worry, especially when a dear colleague of his days ago confided he had been missing his home and, what would you know, a piece of it comes stumbling to our doorstep."

"Don't make me ill," Ardyn sighed, trying to cease rolling his eyes. "A distraction is fun, but not the end game as we both know."

Verstael gazed over Ardyn a few more times before deciding he had enough interrogating for now. "Come. I'd love to discuss what your plans are with the Lucian we now have at our disposal."

Ardyn didn't say a word as he and Verstael continued their walk. There were many things he neglected to consider when he vouched for Y/N's life, but he never considered they'd still be alive after their conversation—for he had fully been set on turning his pent-up daemonic tendencies loose upon them after they said their piece.

Nor did he anticipate growing fond of them already.

He bit the inside of his cheek.

Y/N was no diplomat, but Ardyn loved the prospects that stemmed from the fact.

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RIP

Send “RIP” and I’ll write a drabble of my Muse dying.— have a Jackson!

While the Prince and his retinue were in Altissia, a some of the Crownsguards were sent to infiltrate Tenebrae to lend some assistance as there were whispers of an attack happening there. Their numbers may be thin, but Jackson insisted in leading a team to look into it. He pulled out every single reason he could think of to justify it, and eventually one had finally landed that had the other Guards reconsider.

The sheer force of the attack was worse than they had anticipated and for once, Jackson was thankful for the small group they had as opposed to the larger number of Guards he originally had in mind. The burning of the Manor itself brought back memories he thought he'd long gone past. Childhood memories relived by the screams of people and the growl of daemons; his shoulder ached from the reminder of when he nearly met the Astrals.

Another explosion brought him back to where he was, his cover nearly obliterated by the machine he'd been hiding from. It was a feat that he'd survived that long whilst lost in the memories of the past. Jackson was quick to run for more cover, shots grazed him and he hissed from the sting, barely anytime to take care of them.

The others did their best to evacuate the rest of the Tenebraen residents alongside Aranea's forces, surprised that she had renounced Niflheim despite her long standing service to them. Still, they'd heard that she had assisted the Prince some time ago and she seemed like someone who's been waiting to leave the Empire.

At least they were in good hands.

Fatigue plagued him and he could feel it in his bones. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to will himself to get back onto the train with the others but there was something keeping him from moving.

Maybe... Maybe coming back to what was once home was all he wanted.

Jackson's brows furrowed as he opened his eyes, reloading his gun. No. That couldn't be it. He didn't want to die there. He had so many things to do. His family was waiting for him. There were people that needed him.

The Crownsguard picked up his gun and made his way to the train, dodging shots made for him. He had gone farther than what was planned, the need to sweep the place and make sure everyone was accounted for simply too strong for him to ignore. The price was that his communicator lost signal and he had nothing but himself to rely on.

Just a little more and his communicator should—

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Jackson gasped and fell on the ground hard, his gun spun far out of reach and he curled in on himself. He could feel the blood rush into his lungs while another different bullet wound spilled it. His body seized in pain and he struggled between wanting it to stop and letting the release of it take him away.

Help. His eyes fought to stay open, a blur of dark and silver glinted in the remaining daylight. Someone. He couldn't get up, the pain was too much and his body wanted rest. The barrels of the machine's gun pointed directly at him.

Someone help me, please. I don't want ta die.

[nyxs-sins]

Headcanons/Drabbles

Short Fictions

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Camping

Summary:

Ignis adjusts to life on the road.

[writtenxbeginnings]

It had been a long few weeks. Crownsguard Training had been kicking Prompto's ass, not that he would change it for anything. It was all he had considered doing, since getting as close to Noctis as he did. It only made sense, after all. But it hurt, each day giving him more bruises and banged up shins than he had ever experienced in his life - and he was bullied for a good amount of his childhood. When all he wanted to do was go to his apartment and sleep, he knew that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to his friends, and it wasn't fair to Gladio. Besides, Prompto wanted to see the Shield.

He had started to read some of his boyfriends romance books, still not fully sold on what he was already reading, but it had given the blonde an idea. It had took a few days of revisions, but he had delivered the letter this morning, asking Ignis if he would mind passing it along since he wouldn't see Gladio till tomorrow, and the advisor easily accepted. A small part of the teen felt bad about deceiving his friend, but it had to be done for his.... plan.

That was what found him then at his Noct's apartment, fidgeting where he sat at the kitchen table. He wanted to be a little more brave, but he supposed doing this at all in the first place showed that he was at least attempting to be more forward. RIght? It was when he heard the jingle of keys outside the front door, heard the latch sliding open to allow it to open, that he finally stilled, hands resting on his knees as he took one deep breath. Then another. When the door opened, he let the breath out, and waited.

The Letter Below

'Gladio - I thought about you last night, when I was trying to sleep. I couldn't fall asleep, couldn't relax, so my mind wandered. It started to think about your mouth, and the way that it felt on my skin. I imagined you kissing up my neck, your hand resting on my thigh. I thought of your fingers and the magic that you had to have, the way they hit every spot just right. I wanted to think of more, but I made myself wait. It was so uncomfortable, Gladdy, but I went to bed like that. Instead I thought about what I'd do the next day. Today.

I thought about asking Noct to stay at his old rooms in the citadel, saying I had something planned for you that required not being at your dad's house, or my parents dingy little apartment. I thought about getting their before you and sitting at the table, waiting for you to walk in the door, knowing you had read this letter, saw the picture that I tucked in with it as a visual guide (this is me after all!). I thought about the way you'd get here and pull me from the chair, the way you'd notice that I was already hard in my shorts. I imagined the way you'd throw me up against the wall, pinning me with your hips as you marked up my neck.

Let's just say there's a lot that I'm imagining, big guy. I guess it's up to you to decide if my thoughts are good enough or if you can do better. ;)

~ Blondie'