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Taking a break from the end stretch of Camp NaNo and-

There is going to be a series focusing on IgNoct (FFXV based aus) where -- not unlike the fantabulous @yuzukimist's Prompto's time loop series (found here, PLEASE check it out it's so good) but mine has a different premise: Ignis can't accept Noctis' death, but instead of time travel he's sent skittering through the multiverse fighting to find a happy ending with his beloved Prince.

Under the working title, Chasing Our Happy Ending Across Time's Roulette, there will be a series of somewhat connected one-shots across various verses. Some will be much longer than others. So far, aside from the beginning and ending of the series, there are over a literal dozen premises I can work on, some similar to canon and some very different.

Above all, I needed a break from my current work; you guys know me, always multiple irons in the fire. Going to start poking my FF7 stuff, too -- I know I haven't been regularly posting on that, but that's more health issues than lack of motivation.

ALSO -- and no promises, but I'm thinking -- if you guys want to suggest AUs for Ignis... I'm game to hear you out, as long as it's not explicitly borrowing from someone's else's fic (unless it's yours) or with heavy violence, smut, or horror elements. Am a squeamish kat.

But yeah! I hope you're excited! I'm excited!

[kanrakixystix]

This is such a fun idea and your writing is so good! So 4 & 11, and 87.

Eyoooo!!! Sorry this took me so long to get to!! I bet you forgot you sent it at all. 

Thank you so much! I’m super glad you enjoy it!

So, fun fact: the list I’m using actually doesn’t have the numbers 80-89 for some reason?? I didn’t realize it until i went to fill your prompt, so sorry about that! Instead of using 87, I just went ahead and switched the numbers around to use prompt 78. So here’s your drabble!

(also tagging: @domesticfluffsimulator, @faierius and @agi92 because I know they appreciate Final Fantasy lesbians as much as I do.)

Warnings: brief mentions of NSFW, spoilers for Chapter 9. 

Aranea + Lunafreya = “Just hold me, and never let me go.” 

Word count: 983

As the nights grew longer, so did the time Aranea spent awayfrom Niflhiem, if she could help it. Whispers of what the darkness brought,what the crystal was supposedly keeping at bay, reached her ears far too oftenthese days. It sent shivers down her spine and left goosebumps in their wake,but she nodded and complied to her orders all the same. The pay was more thandecent, enough to keep her and her men stable, but that wasn’t enough.

Not anymore.

The darkness in Altissia wasn’t so bad, especially on nightslike tonight. There was no question that the moon offered her an extra burst oflight, and though she didn’t quite consider herself the romantic type, sheliked to think it was “her” doing, somehow. Still, Aranea had been able to creepalong the rooftops unseen before she slid into the First Secretary’s manorwindow. She felt childish, as though she were sneaking into a boy’s house whilehis parents were home. The same giddy feeling bubbled in the pit of herstomach, though she would deny she felt it at all. Besides, she wasn’t here tosee the boy of the manor, rather, the princess.

Sheer curtains billowed behind her, and the click of herhigh heels were dampened by the plush, ornate runner across the dark, hardwoodfloor. Fine art lined the halls, adorned with grand and gold frames, the likesof which were nice to look at, but remained too rich for her blood. However,all was still, silent. If they – being the sparse military that Accordo had tooffer – were tasked with guarding the Princess of Tenebrae, Aranea foresaw afew contracts coming to an end. If she could slip in – and if she were beinghonest, of course she could – then in reality, so could anyone else, such asthose less unsavory than herself.

Two, three, four doors down, to the right, down another,shorter hallway, and to the left. Her feet carried her there as though she hadmemorized these walls, but the truth of it was that she just “knew”, somethingelse that Aranea was convinced “she” had a hand in. Finally, she stood outsideof an ordinary door. There was nothing telling about it – it looked exactly asthe others did, dark, heavy wood, with silver hangings. As she lifted her handto knock, she faltered. The chances of disturbing the manor, or more likely,her watchdog of a brother, were high. Any chance she could take to keep pryingears away from her was a better idea than the opposite. She took a deep breath.

“Your Highness,” she whispered, hoping it was loud enough todraw her attention even through the thick door between them. Silence. “Lunafreya,open the door.”

…

Aranea sighed, dropping the hand she still held dumbly inthe air to place it on her hip. This was going to be more of a challenge thanshe was prepared for. Lightly, she tapped her foot on the carpet, dropping herhead in thought. There had to be someway in, right? If she could climb outanother window maybe…

The door swung open, and soft, frail hands wrapped aroundhers, pulling her into the room before closing the door again quietly. Hastily,lips were covering her own – needy, cool, and Aranea felt her skin prickle asthose same hands tangled themselves into her hair. She kissed Lunafreya deeply,and she was more than aware of the soft noise that slipped between them as shepulled her closer.

“You certainly took your time,” Lunafreya teased, bumpingtheir noses together, and Aranea smirked. Already, she had smeared lipstickover the princess’s lips, not that either would complain. On the contrary,Aranea stood firm that Lunafreya looked her best with her ponytail askew anddark lipstick smudged over her cheeks as she peered up from between her legs,but that was her own secret to keep, one that never failed to give her shivers.

“Oh, sorry. Did you have a hot date or something?” It was acheap line, Aranea knew, especially given the circumstances of her arrangementto the Lucian prince, but if Lunafreya was at all offended by the low blow, shemade no indication of it. Instead, she pushed herself closer, enough thatAranea could feel the rise and fall of her chest with each stuttered breath shetook. It was treason to kiss royalty like this, especially an engaged oracle,but she simply added it as another notch of the belt of reasons to flee fromthe Empire.

She would fall in love with an ailing princess of a fallennation. Just her damn luck.

Still, it didn’t stop her from indulging in what time wasleft.

“Just hold me,” Lunafreya breathed, and of course she wouldcomply. Aranea sat on the borrowed bed, allowing Lunafreya to climb into herlap, and hold her she did. She felt the bones in her strained back, the wearymuscles tremble as she kissed her neck and shoulders softly. She knew, “they”knew, that this would be the last time. It wasn’t how she imagined it, not thatshe went out of her way to think about it, but it was pure, and it was a momentthat was meant for “them.”

Lunafreya weakly hugged her, and Aranea had to feeling sheused up what was left of what little energy she had been afforded in theirgreeting. The silence gave her time to mull over what morning would bring, andtime to dwell, but Aranea held her all the same.

‘Never let me go,’ Aranea thought quietly, because ofLunafreya didn’t, then morning wouldn’t come. They could stay like this.

But morning would come. Lunafreya would let go. She wouldleave, and Aranea would stay. She would hold on for dear life until they tookher away from her.

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Fic Roulette #10

This is just a crack-imbued, ooc mess. Enjoy. Also, you guys really like randomly picking these two characters.

For @treya-barton

Characters: Nyx + Tobi

Prompt: “You’re not interested, are you?”

Word Count: 520

               Tobi had seen too much of a lot of men in his short life. Nudity didn’t phase him anymore. Locker rooms, public baths, beaches…He saw a lot. He didn’t seek it out, nor was he attracted to it. It was just there.

               Sometimes it was very obviously there.

               Being shoved in his face.

               By a man who was supposed to be his superior.

               “The hell are you doing, man?” Tobi finally asked, a bewildered smirk on his lips.

               Nyx Ulric eyed him with the worst faux-innocent expression Tobi had ever seen. “No idea what you’re talking about, Nex.”

               Raking a hand through his plum-colored hair, Tobi sighed. “Please don’t call me that. Sounds too much like your dumb name. And you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

               Nyx draped himself across Tobi’s back and sagged, all heavy limbs and feverish skin. “But I don’t…”

               Keeping his eyes dead ahead, Tobi refused to acknowledge the Galahdian’s hands splayed over his chest. He was well aware of the uncharacteristic pout on his lips, however.

               “Nyx, I know this isn’t you,” Tobi said slowly, willing the man to put his pants back on. “You’re Confused, and I have to let it run its course because we ran out of medicine. But please, for the love of all that is Holy, please stop flirting with me. And get dressed!”

               “But it’s so hot!” the man whined, despite the goosebumps on his arms.

               Groaning, Tobi closed his eyes. Thank whatever God these people believed in it was just the two of them. He might be able to get through this with his dignity intact.

               Sliding his hands over Tobi’s chest, Nyx stood and circled around to stand before the man. Hands on his hips, feet apart, his foggy eyes narrowed as he appraised his companion.

               “I’ll have you know, if I were truly flirting, you’d be as naked as me right now,” he stated.

               Golden eyes locked on blue-grey. “You think you’re that good, do you?” Tobi asked as he arched a brow.

               “I am that good. Just ask the prince. Or Lunafreya. Or even that little amethyst-eyed friend’a yours.”

               “Quite a list, but Theo doesn’t count. He falls for anyone with a dick that’ll smile for him. And he’d never cheat on Adonis. So, your track record holds no value here, dude. As impressive as it is, it’s time for you to put your dick away, Hero.”

               Nyx grinned at the compliment. “A straight guy calling another man’s cock impressive doesn’t seem all that straight to me, sweetheart.”

               “Excuse me for being secure in my sexuality. Now put some damn clothes on!”

               A slow, sly brow rose as Nyx smirked. “Why? After all, you’re not interested. Are you?”

               “The tree you’re barking up right now isn’t even in the same solar system.” Rolling his eyes, Tobi shook his head at the man. He had no clue how much longer he’d have to put up with this nonsense, but if it dragged on much longer, he’d be wrestling Nyx back into his pants.

               Nyx waggled his eyebrows at Tobi.

               “Oh, for the love of—!”

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For your new game~ 4 and 9 for the characters. 49 for the prompt~

I’m so sorry this took as long as it did! I know it’s been like, two months, maybe longer. Ugh! I’m so sorry!!

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one. It took some out of the box thinking, but I made it work! I hope you enjoy it!

Prompto + Lunafreya = “Let’s have a baby!”

Word Count: 1,094

When Prompto had gotten an urgent text from Lunafreya thatmorning, he had expected something dramatic. The possibilities ran endlessly inhis mind as he thought of the message.

*Luna*

(8:02 AM): We need to talk.(8:03 AM): Meet me at the coffee house now.

Sighing, and rather reluctantly, he pried himself away fromthe sleeping beauty beside him, dark hair tousled and drool slowly pool fromthe open corner of his mouth. Ah, yes, Noctis was indeed a charmer, but he wasPrompto’s charmer. With a clean face and several goodbye kisses later, Promptoslid out the door and into the streets of Insomnia. 

The city was bustling at this hour. People made theirmorning commute to work, or, for the night shift, made their way home. Mostmornings, Prompto was part of the flow, falling into step beside some businessman with a briefcase, then sliding into a seat just as the train car closed itsdoors. Working part time at the local electronics shop wasn’t all thatglamourous, but it was a job that helped pay the bills, or, as Noctis liked torefer to it, extra spending money. Okay, so he didn’t need to work, but he wasa college student that wanted to provide something to his otherwiseunreasonably lavish relationship.

This morning, however, he hooked a right out of the buildinginstead, and as if on autopilot, his feet carried him the two blocks to thecoffee shop Lunafreya mentioned in her text. It was a little out of the way forher now that she lived closer to the outskirts of the Citadel, but she alwaysmanaged to be the first one there. Sitting just in the view of the window, inthe back right corner of the shop, she sat, two cups on the table and apastries for the both of them in the middle.

“This better be good,” he teased as he yawned, stretchinghis arms over his head as he plopped into the seat across from her. “It’s myfirst day off from work and school in over a month. Noct was not happy aboutletting me leave.”

Lunafreya waved him off and beamed at him. He knew thatlook. It was a look that she got when she was outrageously excited aboutsomething. Her eyes sparkled, and her skin glowed. Prompto almost had the gallto ask her if she had just gotten laid, but the soothing feel of coffee warminghis tired bones made him forget the jab altogether.

“Prompto, let’s have a baby.”

If Prompto hadn’t been sitting down, he would have collapsedon the floor right then and there. As it so happened, he had been. Hot coffeecaught in his throat, and he squeaked as he coughed, desperately trying toswallow the light and sweet brew. Now wide awake, he looked at her, eyes fullof disbelief and confusion.

“What? You wanna run that by me again?”

Lunafreya rolled her eyes and leaned closer to him as thoughhe reaction was overdramatic.

“I said, let’s have a baby.”

Prompto sat back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Heshould have known better. He should have just ignored her text, put his phoneback on the nightstand, and went back to sleep with his boyfriend, whom he wasextremely envious of in that moment. Leaning closer again, he waved a fingerbetween them, and Lunafreya made a face behind her own cup of coffee.

“Oh, goodness, no. I meant yourself and Noctis,” sheexplained, and Prompto gaped at her.

“Luna, you do realize that’s not how this works, right? We’reboth – “

“Men, yes, I am fully aware,” Lunafreya cut him off, thentook another sip of coffee. Whatever was going on inside her royal head was farbeyond Prompto’s comprehension, apparently. He mentally ran through thepossibilities, like, adoption, and finding a random street kid and claimingthem as their own. He spluttered, hands wild as he tried to wrap his brainaround such an idea.

“What?” she asked, setting her cup down on the table, “Ithink you and Noctis would be excellent fathers.”

Prompto’s eyes flew open, and…was that a blush on hischeeks? Setting down his own cup, he felt his cheeks, but couldn’t tell if hishands were warm from the coffee, or if he really was blushing that hard.Regardless, he knew he was flustered, and he darted his eyes away from her,suddenly finding the swirl of milk atop his coffee absolutely fascinating.

“So you have thought about it?” Lunafreya teased, andPrompto could hear the delighted smile on her face without meeting her eyes.

“Well, yeah,” he admitted slowly, “but we’re still kidsourselves. I’m still in college, and Noct is still doing all that royaltraining. We have our own lives and goals we want to achieve without the weightof being responsible for a child.” Of course he’d thought about it. Every timethey were out together and saw parents with their kids, the thought crossed hismind. Not that he was dead set on raising on child, but the idea of raising achild with Noctis…well, it wasn’t all that bad.  

When he looked up again, Lunafreya was beaming at him. Herblue eyes were soft, understanding. A complete 180 from the look he imaginedshe would have.  

“What?” he asked, laughing a little, and he couldn’t helpthe smile that was tugging on his lips.

“That was a very adult response.” Lunafreya reached acrossthe table and brushed the tips of her fingers over his hand. Smiling, he gentlysqueezed her hand, then took his coffee cup back up, holding it so that hemight conceal some of the furious blush that was still burning his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone,” he joked, and Lunafreyagiggled. “Besides,” he continued, “If you want a baby so bad, you should haveone with Nyx.”

Silence fell between them. Lunafreya sat back, and Prompto liftedan eyebrow, a sudden cluster of nerves bunching in the pit of his stomach. Thiswas it. This was how he was going to piss off the princess of another nation tothe point of an Astral War. He watched as she adjusted the sleeves on heroversized sweater, then folded her arms in front of her, her eyes meeting his,unwavering.

“Maybe I will,” she declared, and a smirk curled on herlips. It had taken Prompto a moment, but the pieces clicked, and he barelycontained himself as he grinned ear-to-ear.

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3 + 9 & 111

First one! Woo!

This turned out super cute! I didn’t follow the prompt to a T, but it still falls along the same lines. I also inserted a lot of my own headcanons in here, including the names and relations of Prompto’s parents, so I hope you like it!

Cor + Prompto = “You have…superpowers?!”

Word Count: 830

More than once, Prompto had heard his mommy talking tosomeone late at night, a man that wasn’t Daddy. The voice was deep, but soft,quiet like the tiptoes of little feet. He was always curious who the man was,but he only ever came at night. Maybe he was a monster, but then, why would Mommybe talking to a monster? Was Mommy a monster, too?

With his sippy cup with just a gulp of juice left in it inhand, Prompto continued tiptoeing down the hall, body hugging the wall as heapproached the source of the voices. The bright light from the kitchenilluminated the way, and served as a stark contrast to the hushed conversation.Prompto heard the words, but many of them were years ahead of his vocabulary,even if Daddy told him he was a quick learner. Words like, ‘immortal’ and ‘crystal’went over his head, but if there was one thing he could pick up withoutunderstanding words, it was emotion, and he could tell that Mommy was scared.

When Prompto reached the end of the hall, he peaked his headaround the corner. There was Mommy. Her pretty brown hair was pulled back andmessy, and her jaw was set firm as her hands moved around the maybe monsterman. He grunted as she pulled what looked like an old baby blanket covered inred off his back, and Prompto gasped as he clutched his cup to his chest. Mommy’sfingers were covered in blood. Without thinking, Prompto’s little feet carriedhim as quickly as he could to her, and the cup was lost somewhere along theway, bouncing off the floor and startling her and the monster man.

“Oh, Prompto! What’s wrong?” She turned to face him, thenlooked at her hands before sighing exasperatedly. “Why are you out of bed?”

“I heard you talking,” Prompto whimpered, and he stoppedshort of her, afraid of moving any closer to the man sitting in front of her.Slowly, his head turned to look at Prompto, and his little heart pounded in hischest. Kind, blue eyes, not unlike his mommy’s, met his own. He looked olderthan Daddy, but maybe not by a lot, and his smile was warm despite the boobooon his back.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I didn’t mean to wake you,” the man thatmaybe wasn’t a monster after all apologized, and Prompto looked between him andhis mommy before nodding.

“Go back to bed, sweetie. I’ll be there to tuck you back inin a few minutes,” Mommy said, and the man that wasn’t Daddy waved her off.

“Let him stay up if he wants, Delia,” he demanded with apained chuckle. “It’s not often I get to see my nephew.”

Prompto stared blankly, but he knew what that meant. If hewas a nephew, then that made this man…

“Uncle,” he uttered, and the man smiled wider while Mommylaughed.

“Oh, all right, then,” Delia complied, “but just this once,Cor. I want him on a normal sleep schedule.”

The uncle man, Cor, offered his hand to Prompto, whohesitantly stepped forward and took it. He giggled when he was lifted andplaced in Cor’s lap, despite Mommy’s scoffing as she continued to fix the bigouchie on his back. Looking at him up close, Cor didn’t look or sound as scaryas he had, and Prompto managed a small, curious smile as he placed his hands onhis cheeks. There was a moment of complete silence as they stared at oneanother, and although Prompto didn’t know the words, he knew that Uncle Man Corwas somebody that was strong and nice. He wasn’t like the men in his nightmaresthat only looked at him to take notes and leave again. They were cold, andmean.

Finally, after the long stretch of soul searching, Promptobeamed at him.

“Do you have superpowers?”

Cor’s faced scrunched into a giant grin as he laughed deep, causingDelia to groan in frustration. She flicked the back of his head, and Promptogiggled again when Uncle Cor winced.

“He certainly thinks he does,” she said curtly, andcontinued fixing the weird band-aid on his back.

“Your mother doesn’t think so, but they don’t call me theImmortal for nothing,” Uncle Cor defended, Prompto’s jaw dropped in awe.

“Wow! You’re immoral!”

At that, Delia wheezed, and turned her head as she laughedloudly. Prompto didn’t think he’d ever seen his mommy smile like that. It waspretty.

“Ain’t that the truth,” she teased, and Uncle Cor rolled hiseyes, but still smiled, and bounced Prompto on his knee.

“Tell me everything!” Prompto ordered, his eyes filled withwonder. “Do you fight bad guys? Do you have a sidekick? What’s your superultra-finishing move?”

Cor took a deep breath. It was going to be a long night, butfor him and his nephew, it was going to be the best one yet.

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Can I please request characters 4 and 15, with prompt 112 for your mysterious writing thing? SUPER interested to see how that turns out! :D

Of course! Thank you for sending this! I hope you like it!

(Also tagging @stephicness because she’s lovely and I know she loves her boy.)

Warning, angst ahead, and many mentions of blood.

Ravus + Lunafreya = “Why are you bleeding?”

Word count: 648

She was only twelve the first time she had seen Ravus bleed.

Lunafreya had seen it before, of course. Scrapes andaccidents happened often enough that she was bound to have seen it at leastonce, but that had been different. That had been too much blood, and it hadbeen in that moment that she learned just how much blood coursed through theveins of humans.

The Empire had come and gone, as had King Regis of Lucis andhis son. Tenebrae fell, as did their mother, the oracle, and Ravus would blamehimself for both until his own dying breath, but she wouldn’t learn that untilmuch later.

Ravus shooed her away then, refused to let her tend to him.He called it a scratch, but Lunafreya was no fool, and Ravus was daft if he hadtaken her for one. With shaky, clammy hands, he took hers, and tried to keepher away as he gasped through grit teeth. Back then, she had listened, and sheleft him to fetch proper care by the hands of those who were more experiencedin the ways of mending stab wounds in the stomach.

She was only seventeen when she walked into the parlor andfound him doubled over, clutching his chest. He had donned the Tenebraen creston his coat, but there were burns that exposed large patches of charred flesh.The coat was supposed to be a stark white with black accents, simple in design.

It was red, nearly crimson, and it was dripping from histailcoat.

Blood.

Her voice caught in her throat and her eyes went wide withfear. She didn’t like blood.

“Why are you bleeding?” Lunafreya’s voice was barely awhisper, but it was enough for Ravus’s shoulders to stiffen. “Ravus?!” Herheels clicked on the marble floor, and echoed off the walls. Each footfallssounded like the ticking of a clock, counting down to Ravus’s untimely end.

Dusk fell on the manner, and as Lunafreya kneeled before himand took his cheeks in his hands, she bit her lip. It didn’t stop it fromtrembling, though, as she whispered.

“Blessed stars of life and light…”

“Luna,” Ravus rasped, and Lunafreya ignored him. She pressedher forehead to his, and she held him tighter when he reached for her hands topush her away, as he had before when they were younger.

“Deliver us from darkness blight.” She repeated the phraseover and over again, until she couldn’t form coherent words over the tremor inher voice. Her hands, she noted, her covered in his blood, now, but he wasstill conscious, still with her, and he was calm. At least one of them was.

“Thank you,” he uttered quietly. Lunafreya nodded, but onlyin slight, Shock and fear still hummed in her veins, and adrenaline poundedinside her chest.

“Don’t you ever come back here looking like that,” shewarned. Her tone was shrill, hysterical, and if Ravus wasn’t already pale, hewould be, now. Gingerly, he took her hands in his, and they shook as he kissedher palm. What if he never came back? What if he loses too much blood and doesn’tcome back? No, she couldn’t stand it, wouldn’t have it. He was all she had left.

“I promise, Lunafreya,” Ravus swore as he evened out hisvoice.

They stayed like that, tears running down her cheeks, even asthe handmaids rushed around the corner with clerics. It wasn’t until theyneeded to tend to Ravus that Lunafreya moved, and was ushered aside.

“My lady,” Maria worried and touched her cheeks, wiping hertears, “are you hurt?”

“No,” the princess replied swiftly, “I’m not.” She peeredover Maria’s shoulder just as Ravus looked up at her. They said nothing, butshe didn’t think there was anything more than needed to be verbalized.

You’re all I haveleft.

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Characters 6 and 8. Prompt, 28. 😁😁✌️

I told you went you first sent this to me that it was a doozy, lol! 

It’s probably shorter than what it should be, but it was a warm-up piece. Hopefully it’s still easy enough to follow and all of the allusions come through. 

Slight spoilers for Episode Ignis, allusions to depression and death. You’ve been warned. 

Ignis + Gladio = “I thought we were family.”

Word count: 906

By the time Gladio realized what was happening, and that hewas powerless to stop it, it was too late. Ash stung his eyes, and cinders leftscars on the feathers of his eagle tattoo. In the distance, he could see Ignis’soutline, hunch over, grasping his face. The world was silent, though. Not eventhe hasty, heavy sound of his footfalls reached his ears. All that remained washimself and the man he loved.

He had to get to Ignis. If nothing else, he didn’t want todie alone.

“Iggy!” he hollered, but no sound came out. He tried again,and it was the same. The closer he got – he was getting closer, wasn’t he? –the more he could see that Ignis was fading. His eyes were burning a scorchingpurple, and the agonizing scream that tore through him was silent, just likeeverything else. What the hell was going on?

He remembered Ardyn, and escaping with Ravus. He rememberedan airship and the keep, where they had initially found Ignis. And then light,a white light, and nothingness. Everything felt like slow-motion, but his heartwas racing, his eyes were definitely watering, and Ignis…Ignis was definitely burningand in pain.

‘No,’ he thought, and his heart hammered in his chest sofast that he thought he’d run out of breath, ‘I won’t lose you, too.’

Ping.

Gladio stopped. Everything stopped. The white nothingnessaround him cracked, and suddenly they were in Insomnia, standing in the middleof his bedroom, some place that Gladio knew was no longer in one piece.

“You always were weak,” Ignis said, or rather, Ignis’s bodysaid. A lump formed in Gladio’s throat, and he took a step closer. He wasalmost able to touch Ignis. Just a few more steps, then –

“How many times has your king nearly died because of yourshortcomings?” Clarus’s voice echoed out of Ignis’s mouth.

“But I’ve saved him countless more!” Gladio argued.

“And what about me?” Iris’s voice replaced his father’s. “Ithought we were family! But you left me behind in a world of darkness for aking that’s too juvenile to rule anything!”

Gladio’s fists clenched and unclenched, and his eyes dartedeverywhere, unsure and scared of what was safe to look at and what couldpotentially happen if he stopped looking. Whatever this was, it wasn’t Ignis,but if this wasn’t Ignis, where was he?

“That’s not true,” he argued, but this time it was muchweaker.

“You know, big guy, you probably could have just stayed inInsomnia,” Prompto’s voice said.

“What good is a cracked shield, anyway,” Noctis’s voicedtaunted. “I would have been better off with your dad.”

Gladio shook his head, and was wise enough to back up asIgnis’s body advanced on him, until the back of his knees hit the bed. Thesprings bounced under his weight, and the sides sunk as Ignis’s body climbedover him. Slender hands, hands that Gladio knew all too well, slid up hischest, and elegant fingers gripped his chin. Purple eyes that should be greenbore into his own, holding his gaze. Ignis kissed him.

“My dear, have you figured it out yet?” He cooed afterGladio didn’t return the kiss. That was Ignis’s voice. He’d know that voiceanywhere. “You simply aren’t needed. Our little family runs just fine withoutyou.”

“You don’t mean that,” he interjected.

“Don’t I? There’s nothing you can give me that I can’t getfrom either of the boys.” His heart squeezed, and Gladio forced his eyes shut.The room around him was dark, cold, and it felt less and less like home. Funnyhow all he wanted was to go home, but this wasn’t home. Home was with hissister, with the Noctis and Prompto, with Ignis.

This wasn’t home, but where was home? Was was Ignis? Wherewas he?

“You’re not real,” he grit between his teeth.

“Oh, I am very real, Gladio,” Ignis smirked, and Gladiocould still feel the cool touch of his fingers on his skin. “I am themanifestation of your fears. I can will everything that’s ever plagued yourthoughts or haunted your dreams into existence with a single breath.”

“Let me go,” Gladio pleaded, but it was weak. He was weak.His father was right. Noctis would have been better off without him. They allwould be.

“Let you go?” Ignis mimicked, then cackled. “You’re soblinded by your own internal fears that you haven’t even noticed that you’refree to leave.”

…what?

Gladio’s eyes flew open. Ignis was still atop him, but waseasy to knock off in his position. There were no chains or ties keeping him onthe bed, and the doorway was wide open. On the other side there were people,people he loved and recognized, people that were trying to get to him.

Prompto, Noctis, Iris…Ignis.

The least he could so was meet them.

Gladio took several deep breaths, then pushed the imposterIgnis aside with a surprising amount of ease. How could he have let himselfbecome so overwhelmed? His steps were lighter, and he actually felt like he wasmoving instead of running in place. He was actually getting closer to thelight, to the other side.

He felt warm as he stepped through the door, and he acceptedthe hugs and concerned presses of lips to his cheeks. This was home. This washis family.

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Lol so I didn’t know what the hell to do with this, so it turned into a Corqi thing featuring Regis, LMAO! I had to stop myself from making it too long. 

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Loqi + Regis = “Do you trust me?”

Word count: 1099

Loqi should have known better, in all honestly. And he did.He did know better, and he chose to ignore the signs in favor of his own stupidpride. For just an inkling, he thought he had gotten lucky, that the guards thatwere normally stationed around the corner from the main hall just so happenedto no be there tonight when they had religiously been there for several nightsin a row. He thought that maybe there had been some misinformation, and theyhad switched up their routine for one reason or another. That would have beeneasy, though, and he should have known better. 

He had tiptoed in stealth to the elevators without beingseen and swiped the necessary keycard to get to his ultimate destination: the Marshal’soffice. The ride was painstakingly slow, and it gave Loqi more than ample timeto think about what could happen during their meeting. Would they fight, asthey often did? Would they forgo the talking and skip right to the fun parts? Adozen different scenarios presented themselves, and yet not once did theGeneral consider that the missing guards were a rouse.

As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Loqi was metnot by the man he was there to actually see. No, because again, that would betoo easy. Hell, even if he had been met with a number Citadel lurkers, it wouldhave been better than the face that greeted him outside the elevator. Thoughthe had never met the man up close, he knew his face – everyone did. It was old,wrinkled beyond his years, and sternly looking him up and down as he leaned onhis cane. Loqi backed away on instinct and immediately met resistance in thewall behind him. There was nowhere to go but out, unless he wanted to stay inthe elevator, but that wouldn’t serve any purpose. Essentially, he was trapped.

“Ah, Brigadier General Tummelt. What brings you here thisglorious night?” King Regis Lucis Caelum asked, beaming at him. Loqi narrowedhis eyes as the old man stepped aside, expecting Loqi to leave. And really,what choice did he have but to comply? Slowly, he stepped out, not once takinghis off of the enemy king. Oh, was he in trouble in time. He had been socareless, so foolishly trusting and –

“Do you trust me?”

Loqi openly gawked. He felt himself blink, he thought, butno amount of adjusting his vision would make him see or understand things anyclearer. Regis stood, grinning unwavering, and old eyes kind as they seemed tohold their own smile. The General briefly wondered if he had fallen asleepwaiting for the right time to drop in on the Marshal, but the little voice inthe back of his mind and the panic that bubbled in the pit of his stomachassured him that he was not, in fact, dreaming.

Ever so eloquently, Loqi responded.

“…What?”

“Do you trust me?” Regis repeated, and Loqi opened andclosed his mouth like a fish gasping for air. How in the world was he supposedto respond to that?! Of course he didn’t! He was the enemy! He would end himand his little kingdom in the name of the Niflhiem Empire! Baffled, Loqistarted to shake his head.

“I must warn you, General, that if you fail to answercorrectly, you can kiss your chances to sneaking into the Citadel to see Corgoodbye, as you’ll have a permanent residence in our luxurious dungeon.” Regiseyed him, judging, calculating, and still managing to smile like he didn’t justthreaten him. What the hell kind of man was the Lucian king if he could takeaway the words of a normally boisterous general?

It was then that Loqi heard the footsteps clamoring down thehallway, and he had just enough time to realize the position he was in. If theyturned the corner to see Loqi, General of the Niflheim army, with their king,they would surely think ill of the situation. Once again Loqi’s hand wasforced.

Gritting his teeth with a scoff, he nodded. This waspathetic.

“Very good,” Regis cheered, though for looking, it felt morelike berating. “Now, you’ll want to take the hallway behind you and take yournext right, then the third left.” Scowling, Loqi narrowed his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?”

Regis chuckled, and as he did the footfalls drew closer.

“Let’s just say, I am indebted to the Marshal. Now, go.”

There were still things he wanted to ask the king, and as heretreated down the hall, Loqi realized he might never actually get the answers.Not unless he wanted to admit to Cor that he had been caught. Nope. Never in amillion years. He’d rather die. Without so much as a wave or glance over hisshoulder, he veered right, as instructed, then took the third left. Herecognized this hallway, but he had only ever seen it in passing, and stoppedin front of the only set of doors in the corridor.

Should he knock? He didn’t want to simply barge into a roomthat he didn’t know the layout of, or even what its purpose was. Luckily, hedidn’t have to wait for an answer.

“What are you doing here?” Cor’s voice came from behind him,and Loqi tried to pretend he didn’t nearly jump out of his skin. Stupid sneakyMarshal.

“I…thought I’d try a new route,” he lied, but Cor seemed tobuy it all the same. “How did you find me? This isn’t our usual spot.”

“I had a hunch,” Cor also lied, but Loqi didn’t question it.There seemed to be a great many things he would have to let slide, for now. “Anyreason you picked the ballroom?”

Loqi paled. Of all the places, he had to meet Cor outsidethe ballroom, a room stereotypically known in fairy tales of romance and secretrendezvous. This was completely embarrassing, and he had no escape from it, ahabit that was getting tired very quickly this evening. He had to think fast.

“To dance, you idiot. Why else would anyone go to aballroom?”

…smooth, Loqi.

Cor chuckled, and Loqi was loathe to admit that he wasrather fond of the sound, among other things, such as the way Cor licked hislips and cupped his chin, drawing him closer. Loqi quickly decided, as Corswiftly brushed their lips together, that maybe it wasn’t a bad excuse. Poorlyexecuted, but maybe not bad.

“Then let’s dance.”

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Lol I was going to try and make this ship between the two characters, but I couldn’t resist writing it this way once I thought of it. I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Cor + Aranea = “Will you marry me?” feat. Corqi (and the return of Prisma, my Highspecs child.)

Word count: 637

“Will you marry me?”

The words felt stale on his tongue, and he grimaced beforehe repeated them, but again, they felt wrong. Cor groaned and stared athimself in the mirror. He’d definitely aged – rough around the edges, and morescruff than he particularly cared for, but others seemed to like it, so he keptit. It was the small things, nowadays.

“What the hell am I doing?” He asked himself. Both of hishands gripped the side of the sink, and pressed his forehead against themirror. Before the fall, he had never really considered marriage. Settling downhadn’t been on the forefront of his mind. He had a duty to the crown, toraising and looking after his nephew, and to keeping the façade that whateverwas blossoming between himself and the Brigadier General of Niflhiem wasn’tanything to be concerned with.

It had started as anyother cat and mouse game – a game of tag that had led to stowaway nights in thedesert and long mornings kissing their goodbyes, for the next time they wouldmeet would be in battle. Times changed, they changed. The world around them wasshrouded in darkness, ever waiting for the light to return. There wasn’t much “world”left, so to speak, and it felt like every day claimed another unfortunatevictim.

Maybe it wasn’t the time to be proposing to anyone, but, thetiming felt right. The words, however…

Cor stood, huffed out his chest, then relaxed again.

“Will you marry me?”

“Aw, shucks, Marshal. I’m already off the market.”

Cor’s eyes flicked to his left to find Aranea standing thein the doorway, arms crossed and rocking a child – her child, with Ignis. Apainted smirk curled on her lips as she tried not to laugh at what he was sureto be the dumbfounded and mortified look on his face.

“You’re trying too hard,” she teased. “He knows you’re notgreat with words, so don’t bother trying.” Cor gaped, then shut his mouthagain. She wasn’t wrong. Words, especially when they were supposed to conveyhis feelings, weren’t his strong suit. He shifted, uncomfortable, and advertedhis gaze to the child. In turn, he giggled and held his arms out for him. Itwas a relief to have a child around, a cozy distraction and an inspiration tokeep working for a better future. Cor smiled at him, and Aranea handed himover.

“Don’t know if you should be holding the kid when you popthe question, either,” her jesting continued, and Cor managed a short laugh.

“Probably not, but who could resist a cute face like this?”Cor gently pinched the child’s cheeks together, and they laughed a little more,this time more freely.

“You might be on to something there. He is a cute one,”Aranea admitted. “Even Loqi might say yes to marriage if you bring Prisma.” Theystood in silence for a moment, Aranea watching as Cor bounced her child,effectively putting him to sleep.

“You’ve got to teach me that,” she whispered, and Corsmiled.

“I have some experience.”

“Right. Prompto.” Cor nodded. “Anyway, I just came to tellyou that the scouts you sent to the Disc are back. I sent them up to themeeting room to wait for you, so, whenever you’re done rehearsing.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said slowly, then handed Prisma back toher carefully.

“One more thing,” she added, “Just be you. That’s who hefell in love with. “

Again, Cor nodded, and Aranea took her leave. With anotherglance in the mirror, the marshal took a deep breath, then pat his jacketpocket where the ring was. He laughed at the irony. Loqi would never let himlive it down if he admitted that this was the hardest thing he’d ever faced.

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Thiiissss was a challenge, Anon, not gonna lie. And that’s totally my fault because I didn’t realize that prompts 80-89 don’t exist on my sheet??? LOL!! So I had to made do, and I simply swapped the numbers around, so prompt 78 it is!

Indirect sequel to this gem. 

Regis + Nyx = “Hold me, and never let me go.�� feat. RegClar and implied Lunyx.

Word count: 523

Nyx felt his heart split in two. Not because he was dying,or that he had accepted death. He knowingly chose his fate for the good ofLucis. Maybe he would be revered as a hero. Maybe his name would be lost,forgotten in time, and everything he had done this night would be lost tohistory. There was no way he could be sure, but if there was one thing that hehad taken away from his sacrifice, it was learning of all that the king hadgiven up behind the closed doors of his private quarters.

He hadn’t meant to spy – and he didn’t think the memory hadbeen intentionally played for him to see. Still, the images of the king and hisshield, his lover, flashed behind his eyes, even as his body turned to ash.

All of this time, and he had never known about the king’s…preferences.Not that it mattered. It didn’t change his view of the king or how he ruled hiskingdom. Nyx had no regrets on that front. He would give his life for king andcountry, hearth and home, again and again. That’s what it meant to be the hero.

His heart ached as he saw the scene over and over again behindhis eyes, even if they were focused on the burning city surrounding him. Heheard their whispers, their promises, and the absolute turmoil that plaguedthem. He saw the kisses, the desperation, the fear that this was their lastchance. He felt the weight of secrets and passion, war, and love with each hikein their breath and how long they had been carrying them. Years. Decades.

“Hold me, and never let me go.”

Nyx sat amongst the debris, knowing his time was drawingcloser and closer. He had never found a love like that, or, if he had, he wouldnever have been given the chance to explore the option. (What did a princesswant with him, anyway?) He would never know what it was like to love someone sodeeply that they shared the same fears, held each other’s darkest secrets andloved them from the inside out.

But he thought of the pain, the sheer agony that had tornthrough His Majesty’s heart when his shield crumbled. He could feel thetorment, the lingering pain in King Regis’s very soul as the power of the kingsleft his body. It might be nice to love someone like that, and be loved sowholly in kind, but heartbreak was a kind of pain that Nyx couldn’t suffer.Losing two homes was enough. Losing his family and closest friends was enough.

He wouldn’t be able to bear the torture of losing someone heloved like that.

His flesh burned faster now, and Nyx wondered wherever kingsand shields ended their journeys if they were together. He hoped they were. Hehoped that death brought them some sort of solace, where they didn’t have tohide from the public eye, where they were able to love freely without theburden of the crystal.

Nyx supposed he would find out soon enough.

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I hope the risk was worth it, lol! 

This one is a little on the shorter side. Also, this was a new one for me, so apologies if it’s weird. :/

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Gladio + Regis = “This was fun - let’s do it again sometime!”

Word count: 554

As the sun rose over the tops of the mountains and peakedinto the tent, Regis stirred. It had been quite some time since he had beenoutside the citadel, much less past the wall protecting his beloved Insomnia,and the crick in his neck showed it. He groaned quietly, reaching a hand up tolightly massage the kink.

Outside, birds chirped, and dualhorns stomped and thrashedat the base of the haven, but they paid him no mind, even as the younger manbeside him snored loud enough rival the blood lusting growls of the hungrywildlife at dawn. Regis couldn’t help the odd little smile that crept onto hislips, and old, tired eyes slipped shut again, enjoying the pleasant weight ofhis son’s shield draped over him in slumber. Tattooed wings unconsciouslycradled the king closer, and Regis was all the more happy to comply, revelingin the long line of hard muscle that hugged his backside. It was a familiarfeeling, much like the way Clarus fit snug against him when they were decadesyounger, but it was different somehow. There was a certain forbidden thrillRegis derived from feeling Gladio’s body aligned with his own, his breathtickling the hair on the back of his neck, and fingers pressing gently betweenhis.

Somewhere, drifting betwixt sleep and consciousness, Regisrealized that it was much later in the day than it was the last time he hadopened his eyes. Part of him panicked. Surely there was some meeting, somethinghe was late for, given the time, and he jolted, though not fully upright. Therewas still that comfortable pressure holding him in place. His eyes darted tohis right to see Gladio stretching, bare chest rising as he took a deep breath,then falling as he hummed, a placid smile on his beautiful lips.

“Mornin’, Your Majesty,” he drawled as he crept a hand upRegis’s back, and it was all the king cold do not to outwardly shiver. Yet, hefelt drawn back to him, and allowed Gladio to trace his lines with the tips ofhis fingers, luring him into a long, lavish kiss. Regis no longer felt the urgeto rush from point A to point B. Instead, he enjoyed the moment while itlasted; it wouldn’t be long before they would have to return to theirrespective duties, and to their other halves. Briefly, Regis wondered if hisshield was treating his son right, but he knew there was no real reason toworry.

“I think by now it’s more likely afternoon,” Regiscorrected, and Gladio chuckled low in his throat.

“Oops.”

Regis supposed he should have stopped the young shield fromcontinuing to kiss him, but he hated to admit that this was a rare luxury, onethat he wanted to relish in, even if it was a little selfish. He let thoselarge hands hold him, touch him, melt him back down to the floor of the tentwithout so much as a question.

“This was fun,” Gladio hummed, lips attached to His Majesty’sneck, no doubt leaving a mark that was sure to drive both prince and shieldalike crazy. “Let’s do it again sometime.” Regis sighed, running his handsthrough long, brunette hair.

“If only it were so easy.”

If only.

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I don’t honestly know what this is, or how it happened, but this is what I came up with. I twisted the prompt a little, but the gist remains the same. I hope you enjoy it!

Nyx + Cor = “They’re going to love you, don’t worry!”

Word count: 920

Cor would never admit, at least out loud to anyone that wasn’ta commanding officer or of a rank higher than himself, that he had spared morethan a few glances at the new members of the king’s magical arsenal. And byarsenal, he was referring to the recruits from Galahd. He didn’t necessarilycare for the additional forces; he was still under the impression that as longas they did their job as Crownsguard, then Insomnia would remain safe, but hehas enough respect for the king and his reasons (as well as military tactics) notto argue.

So, he watched as they filed into the courtyard one by one.Some of them were obvious greenhorns, wearing their nerves and cockiness ontheir sleeves. They tossed their elemancy around like toys, and laughed attheir own childish antics. Then there were the ones Cor was really watching,the ones that stuck to the sides. They were the ones that had really suffered,who were there to fight for the greater good despite losing their home to theempire.

One in particular continued to catch his eye, though. He wastall, fit, and lightly decorated with tattoos that told of his heritage. Hishair was braided on the sides, and he had an analyzing gaze as he looked outover the cadets that would be his peers. Beret tipped and arms crossed, Corwatched as the man approached a group in the center of the courtyard that hadbeen tossing fireballs back and forth between each other.

“You should show the king some respect,” he warned, and thegroup stopped, laughing amongst themselves. A red-head, shorter and stockierthan the dark-haired man, stepped to him Cor watched as he looked the other upand down, sizing him up, then laughing louder.

“Nyx, right?” The dark-haired man seemed un-phased by theother. Instead, he grinned as he tipped his head slightly, nodding. “You got alot of nerve showing up here.”

“Why’s that?” Nyx asked, and Cor straightened. The red-headonly laughed louder, drawing more attention to them then what was necessary.

“Why’s that he asks. I’ll tell you. Because you’re a coward.”

Nyx tilted his head, and Cor watched as two others, aheavy-set man and a woman with long brown hair, stepped behind him.

“Something on your mind, Tredd?” The woman asked, and Treddscoffed, brushing her off.

“You know as well as I do what happened in Galahd thatnight,” he spit, and his eyes narrowed before he stepped closer to Nyx. Thewoman and the other, heavier man stepped closer, but Nyx held out an arm. Therewas fury in his eyes, the type that Cor recognized as motivation drawn frompain, but he bit his tongue.

“Just make sure you don’t burn down the Citadel with yourlittle fireballs,” Nyx warned again, and Tredd glared daggers into him.

“That’s enough, ladies!”

Titus Drautos’s voice sounded from next to Cor, and Cornearly jumped out of his skin. There was a friendly chuckle tossed his way ashe strode past, then a wave to follow after him. Rolling his eyes, Cor obeyed. TheGlaives stood upright, falling into a formation that they hadn’t quite learned,but performed out of respect as the Captain approached. Cor wanted to ask howlong he had been standing there watching him watch the recruits, and whatexactly he had thought he saw in him doing so, but the questions would have tobe for another time.

“Ulric, step forward.” Drautos commanded, and Nyx obeyed. “Thisis Cor Leonis, Marshal of the Crownsguard, and you seem to have caught his eye.”Cor almost outwardly gaped, and his eyes darted to Nyx, who’s eyes flicked awaywhen Cor’s landed on him.

“Have I, Sir?” Nyx asked hesitantly, unsure of what thatmeant for him. To be honest, Cor was curious of the same thing. Drautos,however, ignored the question altogether.

“Marshal, what is your take on today’s little spat betweenUlric and Furia?” he asked, and Cor narrowed his gaze on him. What was theCaptain playing at?

“They remind me a lot of myself when I was younger and morestupid,” Cor replied honestly, eyes flicking between Nyx and Tredd. “Cockinesswill get you nowhere, and respect for your commanding officers as well as yourcomrades are the most important key to whether or not you complete a mission orfail it.”

The recruits were silent, and Drautos nodded, hands claspedbehind his back as he paced the front of them.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” he agreed, thenturned to Cor, smirking. “And off the record?”

Cor blinked, then coughed, clearing his throat. He hated thelittle games that Drautos played, but he would take his part in them all thesame. His gaze flicked back to Nyx, who held his eyes this time, and Cor wasloathe to admit that he was rather fond of the small smile on his lips.

“The king likes a bit of spitfire in a man. He’ll love you,don’t worry.”

There was something odd, something unspoken between them,then, and Cor immediately took his leave. The faster he could get away, thefaster he could hide the fact that his cheeks were burning. If Drautos saidanything after that, he had missed it due to the blood rushing through hisveins and pounding in his ears.

As for Nyx Ulric, though, Cor hoped in secret that he mightrun into him again.

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Nice choices! I had a lot of fun with this one. Daemon Hunter Iris is a treat, and I just had to incorporate that into this. 

Iris + Prompto = “Do you trust me?”

Word count: 938

It wasn’t often that Prompto was out this way, what with theCleigne region being one of the most dangerous places in Lucis, but it was evenless often that he got to fight alongside the sworn shield’s little sister. Hehad been excited to work alongside her again, especially after hearing she hadspent the last couple of years rigorously training with Cor and Aranea. Notthat he hadn’t seen her at all in that few years’ time, but when their pathsdid cross – which was a rarity in of itself – it was never for very long.

The ride out to Ravatogh was quiet, though. They had madesome small talk, sure, but what else was there to say beyond that? If he werebeing honest, Prompto was happy for the comfortable silence, and from the wayIris casually slung her arms over the edge of the cable car, and slipped hereyes shut, Iris was, too.

They hadn’t really talked strategy, Prompto realized as theyascended the slope into the cavern. Then again, their intelligence about the areawas far outdated these days. Who knew how much had changed in the course ofseveral years? Regardless, it was a dangerous mission, but it had to be done.

As daemons rose from beneath their feet, Iris scoffed. Theyhad been at this for hours – hours that were too many for one small section ofthe volcano, and she was growing impatient. With a frustrated scream, shesliced through a wave of Custards and Black Flans, barely satisfied with thecolored miasma dripping from the tip of her blade.

Her eyes had grown darker as the night took over, Promptonoted, and although she still held a soft spot for helping others in need,loss, fear, and the instinct to survive had steered her away from the warmdemeanor she used to always carry about her. It was sad, Prompto thought, tosee such a bright girl who was so cheerful become somewhat cold. If he had tocompare her to anyone, he would say she had taken on a lot of Cor’spersonality. It was because of that, though, that Prompto knew how to handleher shift in character.

“They just keep coming,” she uttered under her breath, andher katana came down with a vengeance through a pair of Grenades.

“What do you wanna do?” Prompto stood several feet back,placing a well-timed bullet between the eyes of a Red Giant. “This welcomingcommittee is a little overbearing.” He chuckled at his own joke, but Irisrolled her eyes, rounding on more Grenades.

“We can’t just leave,” she reasoned. “We have to get to thetomb.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth did a stampede ofDolces and Crème Brulees rush towards them, and Prompto had half a mind to snaga photo of how cool they looked trickling down and over the crags before heremembered that they were supposed to be fighting for their lives. He pulled aface. If he survived this, he would never question Noctis’s distaste for mushydesserts ever again. As they marched forth, their path to the top of the havenbecame blocked. Iris growled.

“Ugh, shit.” She rushed towards them, katana draggingagainst the rocks as she did. “Come on, Prompto!”

Prompto blinked, but followed. The last thing he needed wasto explain to the big guy why his sister didn’t make it back. ‘Oh yeah, I justlet her rush off into a parade of lava-colored Jell-O with teeth.’ Yeah, thatwould go over well.

“You sure about this?” He called after her, shooting what hecould without any real aim. Prompto couldn’t see the expression on her face,but if was anything like the rest of her demeanor, it was cool, collected, andif he had to venture a guess, cocky.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, and Prompto smirked.

“Sure, why the hell not?”

“Then, jump!” Iris yelled as she skid to a stop at the baseof the cliff and swung her blade out, effectively knocking back several slimydaemons. Skeptical, and out of options, Prompto did what she instructed, andlanded on her blade. With a loud battle cry, she hoisted him up and tossed himonto the cliff, and more importantly safety – for now. His gloves woulddefinitely need to be treated after this mission.

Prompto turned and leaned over the edge, reaching his handout for her.

“Iris, c’mon!”

With a final swoop of her katana, she leapt, grasping hishand tightly and allowing him to pull her up. They sat in silence for a briefmoment, chests heaving, then peered over the side, watching at the mushydaemons clamored over one another without gaining any ground, then looked atone another. Dirt, amongst other things, covered their cheeks. Prompto wasn’tsure what broke the tension – if it was they reminiscing of their shortadventures together years ago, or something else – but they laughed. Happysounds filled the stagnant air, and Prompto felt some of the metaphoricalweight on his shoulders lift.

“Hey,” she said as they petered out, and she stood offering himher hand, “thanks for coming out with me, Prompto.” The blonde’s lashesfluttered against his caked cheeks, and he grinned as he took her hand in hisown and allowed her to pull him up. She really had grown into her own woman,with her own weight to carry, and her own purpose. Prompto was proud of her.

“No sweat,” he replied casually. “It’s an honor to fightalongside one of the strongest daemon slayers.”

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Set in the World of Ruin. Light spoilers for the Royal Edition if you haven’t played the Insomnia Ruins. 

Lunafreya + Iris = “Run!”

Word count: 897

Iris had lost count how many times Cor insisted that shekeep her distance from Insomnia, but it was as many times as she disregarded hisorders and went anyway. If she were in any real military position, she wouldhave been in much deeper trouble, but as a mercenary daemon slayer, well, theMarshal could only tell her what to do so much. Besides, she wasn’t a littlekid anymore, and the last ten years had treated her well in regards to combattraining. There was a reason everyone knew her name, and it wasn’t because ofthe clothes she made – though that might have had something to do with it.

As she marched into the city, katana sheathed at her side,her insides churned. She recognized certain parts of the city, like the subwaystation and museum. Other parts, however, were unrecognizable, and it was witha deep frown she realized that a decade was a long time, and she couldn’tremember if she was standing in front of Noct’s old apartment or just anotherbusiness district building. The streets were ablaze, but she knew there wasnothing that could be done. It wasn’t like there were any firetrucks readilyavailable in a post-apocalyptic world. Instead, she focused on her destination:an Imperial base said to have been making a weapon that was far beyond anythingthey had ever faced in the past. Mechs weren’t her specialty – she usually leftthose sorts of things to Loqi – but she had just enough nerve and grit to trysomething new, and what better way to take out some pent up aggression than onthe oppressors that destroyed her home in the first place?

She heard the beast of a mech before she actually saw it, itsgears or, whatever, whirred and hissed as its feet stomping across thepavement. Painted lips curled into a smirk, and Iris advanced, moving a glovedhand to rest on the hilt of her blade as cinders smoldered beneath her boots. Whateverthis thing was, it was no joke, but she didn’t fear for her life. She was anAmacitia. Fear wasn’t in their vocabulary – even if her brother insisted thatit was healthy feel that way at times. What did he know?

Wordlessly, she sprinted, light on her feet. A metal shink sounded beside her as sheunsheathed the katana, and she leapt in the air. She had only a few seconds topinpoint a landing spot – somewhere near a power core. So what if she wasn’t anexpert on mechs? How hard could it be to shove a blade into some wires and letthe thing blow itself up? It wasn’t thatmenacing.

Iris twirled, and she expected to land on the thing’s back,but that was her fault for expecting. Pink lasers shot at her from alldirections, and scorching her clothes and slicing her skin wide open. Had itheard her? She had been so quiet! Frantic, she tried to turn away from beingdirectly hit, but she was already too close, and she felt the impact of theblast, followed by the smash of her back hitting the ground, sliding severalfeet in the longest five seconds of her life.

She stared towards the sky. The miasma looked green in thislight, like the sun was trying so hard to peek through, but there was too muchcorrosion. And yet, there was still a light, a white light, emitting a soft,yellow glow in front of her. With some difficulty, she craned her neck, andswore when she felt the sliced skin on her body stitching itself together.  

“Shhhh.” A soft voice silenced her and a slender fingertouched her lips. “I must be quick, for once I am done, you cannot stay here.”

Iris huffed. There was an argument on her tongue, somethingabout no one can tell her what to do anymore, but it died before she couldutter the words. Instead, she gasped, and she found herself reaching out in thedirection of the voice.

“Lady Lunafreya?”

The Princess of Tenebrae nodded, and took Iris’s hand in herown, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of her palm. It felt like light itselfrushed through her veins, and Iris smiled, despite the pain she was in.

“I can only hold it off for a short time. When I am done,you must promise you will leave here.” Again, an argument formed on the tip ofIris’s tongue, but this time, she spat it out.

“But…” Okay. It was a weak argument.

“No buts,” Lunafreya insisted, and she leaned over Iris,kissing her cheek. “It is nearly done. Get ready.” Groaning, Iris stood,wobbling on her feet, and reaching out to touch the princess. A deep frowntugged on her lips when her hands went through her.

“It is done. Go, Iris.” Iris shook her head. Her feetremained planted on the ground, just out of sight of whatever magic Lunafreyawas using to conceal their location from the mech. She tried again to reachout. This time, Lunafreya’s hands caught hers, and their lips crashed for one,intense second before Iris was shoved away again.

“Go! Run!”

Iris did, and she didn’t look back. If she had, she wouldhave turned around. To fight the mech again? Maybe. To kiss the princess?Absolutely.

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Hi! Just saw your drabble post! I propose characters 6 and 13, and the 27th prompt! Have fun writing it :)

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Warnings: character death, minor gore

Set Ten years later, in an alternate universe.

Iris + Ignis = “I wish I’d never met you.” feat. Gladnis

Word count: 1162

Daemons were easy to slay, Iris thought, even if they usedto be human, but that was just it – they weren’t. Not anymore, at least. Theirhumanity as stripped from them, even if it was by force. As far as she wasconcerned, it was just second nature at this point to swipe her katana througha hoard and not think about who they used to be.

Except for Ignis. She knew him. Incredibly smart andresourceful, and even more dangerous. He was caring, beautiful, and mostimportantly, he was fiercely loyal to Noctis, the fallen king who had longsince succumbed to the scourge, who took on Ardyn, and became him. The power ofkings had failed, and as he died – or rather, lost himself to the darkness –their hope of every seeing the light again vanished.

“You came,” Ignis chided. It was raining, but Iris couldstill tell he was as beautiful as he’d ever been. Warped, yes, with hornsprotruding from his temples, and miasma dripping from his fangs, but stillbeautiful. This was what his loyalty made him – an angel amongst the blackened world,scorned, and full of vengeance.

“Where is my brother?” she cut to the chase, and the tip ofher blade dragged beside her as she continued advancing on him. It had beenmonths since the final battle had gone horribly awry, and just as long sinceshe had heard from Gladio. He had a job to do – that much they had both accepteda long, long time ago, but did his duty as the shield follow him to his death?Was he truly laid to rest, or had the scourge overcome him, too. She had toknow, and no one had the answer.

And who better to ask then the man that occupied his companymore than anyone.

“Do be polite, Iris,” Ignis drawled, and moved to shift theglasses that he no longer wore or needed, an effect of the transformation and aresult of muscle memory.

“I am being polite,” the woman snapped, her voice as coldand harsh as the grotto walls that lied beneath their feet. “So I’ll give youanother chance to answer me.” Iris drew her sword up, pointing the tip,sharpened and dinged by the gravel, at the man she used to know. “Where isGladio!?”

Ignis smirked, then broke into a grin. Decaying teeth oozedwith black as he opened his arms, as though he were welcoming her to tryanything against him, and Iris faltered. She couldn’t fall into his trap. Ifshe did, she might never learn the truth. When Ignis realized she stoppedcoming at him, his arms dropped.

“Your brother,” he began, and his claws stroked his chin inthought, “was truly magnificent.” He leveled his gaze on her, and Iris suppresseda shiver. Those eyes used to be calming, full of knowledge, but still held abit of boyish charm, now glowed a green so brightly that it almost hurt her tolook at him directly. She supposed there was something poetic about daemonswounded those with the very thing that could slay them in an instant, but shewould dwell on that another time.

“Was?” she parroted, but Ignis ignored her, waving his handdismissively.

“He did everything he could to keep Noct from turning, buteven the strongest shield can’t prevent the inevitable.” Ignis’s voice, once anaccented lullaby, held a demonic echo to it, as though there was an irrepressiblesadness mixed with mania attached to it. “He’d tried to stop Prompto, too, butyou know, he was never really great at using technology.” He chuckled, then,and it made Iris’s stomach lurch to hear him refer to Prompto like he was justany other MT.

“What about you?” She snarled, and her fingers twitched onthe hilt of her katana.

“Of course he tried to stop me,” he sighed matter-of-factly,“but even he knew where my true devotion lied. I swore an oath to remain byNoct’s side, whatever the cost. Well, he didn’t much like that, as you can imagine,so we made a pact.”

“A pact?”

“Yes, a pact. Aren’t you listening? So many questions…”Ignis trailed off, and Iris bit her lip, forcing herself to keep her steel incheck. Of course she had questions. She had the right to! It was something thatIgnis used to admire about her. “Like a marriage, of sorts. I could explain itto you, but we wouldn’t want you to catch cold.”

…We?

Iris’s heart dropped, and tears filled her eyes as shewatched a large, muscular creature rise from Ignis’s back, almost like a wholeother being. It’s eyes glowed orange, and the ridges of its body pulsed withdeep, purple veins. She didn’t need to ask what was going on, not when she sawthe eagle tattoo outlined in orange smoldering like fire.

“You see, Iris, Gladio is my shield, now.”

No…

“NO! GLADDY!” Iris screeched, and her katana clattered tothe wet pavement, followed by her knees. She pounded on the ground, agonytearing through her like a hot knife. It was over. Her resolve had melted tonothing as the clueless, voiceless creature stood over her, and all the while,Ignis cackled.

“Now that you know the truth,” he said finally, and hestepped to her, kicking her sword out of reach, not that she cared, “have youanything to say before we take you, too?”

There were many things, of course. She wanted to scream thatit wasn’t fair, that he would pay for what he’d done. She wanted to be rationaland promise to fix them, but she lacked the strength. She wanted to pretendthat the memories of when they were all kids and the world was far more kindweren’t surfacing and pushing hot tears down her cheeks.

“I wish I’d never met you,” she muttered between clenchedteeth, and it was true. It wouldn’t hurt so much if she didn’t know Ignis, orGladio, or Prompto, or even Noct. It wouldn’t hurt like this. She couldseparate the two. She could destroy and slay them in the name of Lucis andHouse Amacitia, and all would be just as it should.

Ignis cocked his head, and tilted her head up with his foot,amused when she didn’t flinch.

“Interesting,” he said at length. “For that, I’ll even letyour beloved brother do the honors of killing you. Perhaps, if you’re lucky,you’ll turn unique and join us. You were, after all, a formidable ally.”

Iris didn’t fight, nor did she close her eyes as the creaturethat was Gladio brandish a blade from its chest. She didn’t pray for any sortof salvation as they made eye contact and he brought the blade down. Instead,she hoped what Ignis said was true. At least, if she came back as unique, shecould be by their side once more.

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Okay let's try this! Characters 2 and 5. Prompt 102.

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Nyx + Cindy = “I don’t remember that!”

Word count: 796

The desert sun was brutal year round, but todayspecifically, the day where Nyx was stuck in the middle of the Weaverwilds witha broken down off-road truck, it was especially so. Sweat dripped from hisbraids, and he had long since lost his uniform shirt and jacket. Hell, if hecould have gotten away with not wearing his pants, he would have. He wasalready dreading the gush of collecting perspiration he could feel poolingbehind his knees and other…places. It vaguely reminded him of his life inGalahd, only the island was relatively shaded by palm fronds and had wateraccessible on all sides.

Okay, it was nothing like Galahd.

He was impressed that his phone  had worked so far out of the city, and infact, it was the only thing that had gone his way so far on this recon mission.He had almost no more intel on the Imperial base that was stationed here –aside from some full-of-himself general and his equally annoying thoughsignificantly smaller partner boasting about some new mech. The old man thathad picked up the phone at the local garage sounded gruff, but assured him thatwhatever the problem was, they could get it fixed. Nyx didn’t know much aboutthe locals, only that the folks of Hammerhead came highly recommended from thehunters that passed through the outpost up the road.

They were certainly taking their sweet time, though.

Nyx propped his legs up on the dash and reclined in thedriver’s seat. Moving around wouldn’t help him cool down any, although bakingin the sun wasn’t exactly ideal, either. If anything, he could work on his tan.That’ll amuse Crowe, at least.

Not long after, he heard the sound of an engine comingcloser and he sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow out of habit. Dirtcrunched under the weight of his boots, and he waved it the truck down. Thedriver was cute – sweet smile, pretty green eyes, and blond, curly hair shovedunder a baseball cap.  She waved to himas she threw the truck and park, then hopped down from the cab.

“Hey there!” she greeted. “Looks like you could use a hand.”

“Uh, yeah,” Nyx agreed and smiled sheepishly. He watched atthe woman walked over to the truck and examined the hood before lifting it.White smoke poured out from the sides and she coughed a little before waving itout of her view.

“My stars, what did you do to this poor girl?”

“Not sure,” he admitted. “I was riding along the ridge herewhen it revved hard and died.”

“I can’t be sure,” the woman started, “but looks like youblew the whole head gasket. This reservoir is bone dry.” Nyx nodded. Heunderstood what she was saying. It wasn’t like he was completely inept when itcame to mechanical work. He just…wasn’t great at it. “Where’d you get her fromanyway?”

“Borrowed it from a hunter,” he replied, and he casuallyleft out that he had borrowed it specifically from a hunter who was workingclosely with the Kingsglaive. That kind of information wasn’t necessary. “Sorry,I didn’t catch your name.”

“Cindy,” she said sweetly, and tossed a smile over hershoulder as she rummaged through the backseat. “And you didn’t catch it becauseI didn’t throw it.”

Nyx crossed his arms and smirked. Touche.

“And you?”

“Nyx,” he offered. “So um, you really the mechanic?” Cindylooked up from the seat and narrowed her eyes, still smiling. A shiver raceddown Nyx’s spine.

“That a problem, Nyx?”

“No!” He said quickly, and stood upright, laughing a little.“I think it’s cool.” The woman winked and continued to look for – what was shelooking for?

“Where’s your spare coolant?” she asked, and Nyx blinked,which was clearly more than enough of an answer for her. “It’s hot in Leide,darlin’. You’re better off keeping a spare so you can avoid things like this.”

“That…makes sense.” Nyx shifted, rubbing the back of hisneck. “How much is this gonna run me?”

“Head gaskets are a real project,” Cindy frowned. “You’relookin’ about 2400 gil just for the part.” At that, the glaive swallowed hard.He looked at the hood of the truck, then back to her, then dropped his head,muttering.

“…Gil?”

-

That night, Nyx spent a good portion of the night rippinginto the captain for not telling him that credits are null and void outside theCrown City.

“I definitely toldyou,” Drautos insisted on the other end of the phone.

“I don’t remember that!” Nyx argued. “So how do we fix this?”

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