#ffxv writing

[primamchorus]

Impatience

Having arrived at the Citadel, Noctis and Ignis come to learn that things are not to go quite as they imagined it would. With the peace treaty on the horizon, it seems there is plenty there to throw wrenches into everyone's plans.

Word count: 2,119

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It was a matter of minutes before Ignis was parking the car in the underground car lot and both he and Noctis were making their way toward the towering image of the Citadel. It was always such an awe-inspiring visage, especially when gazing toward the top of the building. One could never miss the font of magic that connected to the protective dome that encapsulated Insomnia. It was here where the dome, known as the Wall, was anchored.

Atop the stairs into the Citadel was a rather burly man. At a glance, he could have been mistaken for Cor…which Noctis had been guilty of having done in his youth.

The man was adorned in a coat of black — the revered color of Lucis, and so worn by royalty and those that worked for the royal Crown more times than not. His brow was set in a rather heavily set furrow, a stern frown upon his lips. Yeah, it was easy to have mistaken this man for Cor were it not for how much broader the man's shoulders and chest were these days.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Your Highness,” the man said, offering the bare minimum of a bow to Noctis.

“Haven’t seen you in ages, Drautos,” Noctis said, offering the bare minimum of a wave in turn. He had seen Drautos around, but sometimes even a week could feel like it dragged on for months if Noctis had any pressing matters to take care of. It was rare, but there was quite a bit of paperwork piling up along with actually having a job and doing schoolwork in the past.

Shrugging off Noctis’ flippant greeting, Drautos looked at Ignis with a stiff nod. There was an exchange of keys as Ignis relinquished Noctis' car into Drautos' care. Looking down at the keys momentarily, he then turned his attention to the young Prince. “After your business is finished, will you be returning home, Prince Noctis?”

“That’s the plan,” Noctis replied. He lazily brought his hands over and rested them in his pockets.

“Understood. Then I’ll have someone drop you off.”

“Thanks.” Noctis frowned with thought. Looking back up at Drautos, Noctis asked him: "Hey, while we're here… How are Primam and Tandem?"

The corner of Drautos' mouth twitched as he glanced back down at the keys in his possession. "The…former Arms-in-training are doing well enough. They've adjusted to their new station at the very least."

His words were stiff. The words used were enough to make Noctis bite back a grimace.

"For a mercy, they've been good about following instructions. That's more than I can say for some of the other Glaive I have under my command." Drautos finally pocketed the keys and then shifted his attention over. “Ignis.”

“Yes, sir?” Ignis straightened his posture reflexively.

“Make sure you’re available at all times. I can’t say for sure when King Regis will be able to see you given his schedule having been rearranged.”

Much as Ignis tried to hide it, he could not help but furrow his brow with surprise at the update. It was not often that he was taken unaware — much less left in the dark to changes in plans… Especially ones of this nature. Pursing his lips, he went on to say: “I had no idea.”

“Seriously? Whatever happened to meeting us now?” The impatience made itself more than evident in Noctis’ tone. Drautos, however, elected to ignore it whilst keeping his eyes on Ignis.

“His meeting probably dragged on longer than anticipated.” Drautos informed them. This elicited a somewhat exasperated ‘ugh…’ from Noctis.

“I hope His Majesty is able to see you before your departure tomorrow.” There seemed to have been a finality to the discussion after Drautos spoke and silence lingered between everyone. Of course, this pleased Noctis little as he folded his arms over his chest, kicking at the ground with some agitation.

“Captain.” Ignis broke the silence.

“Yes?”

“Is the date of the signing still undecided?” At Ignis’ question, Drautos seemed to glance uncomfortably between both he and Noctis.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

A troubled sigh escaped Ignis. “Unfortunate, indeed."

“I understand your anxieties — both of you,” Drautos looked at Noctis to acknowledge him as well in that moment. “But Regis has said he’d like to proceed with caution.”

“Of course.” Noctis could tell from Ignis’ expression after he spoke his affirmation that there was more at hand to have been concerned about. However, the Prince kept his mouth shut, electing to shove his hands into his pockets with further annoyance.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything,” Drautos said, placing his free hand on Ignis’ shoulder briefly and looking him in the eye.

“Much obliged.” Ignis concluded the discussion, pulling away from the Captain and heading into the Citadel with Noctis close behind.

Noctis’ expression only grew sour once they were inside the building. There were a lot of concerns and questions that raced through his mind about everything. More than anything, he was just frustrated that it was his last day in Insomnia before he was to get on the road with three of his trusted allies to make way to Altissia. Annoyance rose thinking that his own father had been trapped in meetings and discussions that prevented the two from having the chance to at least see each other off properly.

Thoughts were about to form out of Noctis’ mouth to word vomit at Ignis until he caught the familiar voice of someone — Iris of House Amicitia.

“Any chance I could see him?” Noctis heard Iris say. She was close, but nowhere to be seen for now.

“Not at present… Your father is still in a meeting.” Another familiar voice.

Turning the corner, Noctis and Ignis were able to see who Iris was conversing with. Silex Scientia — the current head of House Scientia following the unfortunate events that took Ignis’ parents when he was a child. It was always a nagging thought at the far back of Noctis’ mind whenever he saw Silex, the man that acted as not only Ignis’ uncle, but as a father figure since the attack at Cape Caem.

“Prince Noctis. You look well,” Silex said in greeting once he caught sight of both Noctis and Ignis. His words were the cause for Iris to turn on her heel suddenly. A large smile spread across her face as she looked at Noctis.

“Noct!” Iris brought her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together.

“Hey Iris,” Noctis greeted before looking at Silex. Given what he had overheard from the two, a question bubbled forth: “Mr. Scientia, is my dad around?”

Silex’s chest and shoulders heaved with a silent, weary sigh before he glanced at Iris and then back at the Prince. “As I was just telling Iris, the King and Clarus’ meeting has yet to adjourn. You both have my sincerest apologies.”

“No…No worries…” Noctis said, already beating himself up mentally for failing to hide the disappointment in his voice. Also for allowing that question to slip past his lips when he already knew the answer prior to asking it. Maybe he was hoping for a different answer from a different person.

“I’m…sorry for the delay,” Silex apologized, drawing his hands together.

“It’s not your fault, Uncle,” Ignis said, attempting to assuage any discomfort or feelings of guilt at this time. “I’m sure that whatever is going on right now is far out of anyone’s hands. Unfortunate as it may be.”

“Yeah…” Noctis started, barely adding to what Ignis said. “We’ve got other things to do anyway.”

“Like getting ready for your trip?” Iris inquired, looking up at Noctis as she neared him.

“Yep.”

“Thought so. Bummer I don’t get to go with you and see the wedding...” While Iris’ words betrayed the remorse she attempted to feign, she did let out a sigh with a sense of disappointment that felt unrelated. Noctis opted not to press her on the matter. He figured the two of them were in the same boat: unable to meet with their parents.

Clearing his throat, Noctis shrugged and said, “I’m sure you’d just get bored along the way anyway. From what I've gone over with Dad and Ignis, it's probably gonna take quite some time to get there.”

“Well~” Iris started in a singsong tone. “Do you mind if I tag along with you? Just for today?”

“Around here?” Noctis was genuinely confused this time.

“No! Back to your place, silly!” Iris clarified with a small laugh.

Noctis exchanged looks with Ignis. Ignis seemed to have the expression that told Noctis that he was going to have to deal with answering her on his own. Suppressing his own sigh, the Prince rubbed at the back of his neck before finally saying, “Maybe…not a good idea.”

“What? Why not?” Iris asked. “It’s your last night in town; you're going to have a party, aren’t you?”

“Not…that kind of party…” Noctis said while Ignis shook his head and laughed wryly at the perceived assumption of what was happening later.

“It’s a moving-out party. Nothing but cleaning,” Ignis decided to dehaze Iris’ idea of what was going on later that evening.

“Cleaning!?” Iris asked, her voice rising a lot higher than she originally anticipated as evidenced by the fact that she brought her hands up to cover her mouth after her outburst.

“Yep. There’ll be bugs everywhere.” Noctis was honestly not sure whether or not he was lying in full. There probably were a few roaches hiding out at his apartment. Whether or not there were, however, there were definitely a couple gnats that had made themselves comfortable around the sink. Nothing extreme, thankfully, but nothing to really dismiss, either.

Iris, upon hearing some elaboration on that, scrunched up her face in a mix of disgust and disappointment to the news.

“So you’re probably better off staying away,” Noctis concluded of that aspect of their discussion before moving on. “What’re you doing here anyway?”

Iris’ expression softened before she pointed to a neat black paper bag leaning against a wall. “I brought a change of clothes for my dad. He’s been so busy lately; he just sleeps at the Citadel!”

“Not even Master Clarus has been spared from the treaty preparations, I see,” Ignis commented, adjusting his glasses. His amusement disappeared now that the topic shifted. Noctis glanced at the floor, his mouth forming into a thin line as he remembered all the pressure father must have been enduring at this time.

It certainly could not have been easy.

Turning back to Silex with this new consideration, Noctis asked in a concerned tone, “How’s my dad doing?”

“Exhaustion aside, he seems to be doing just fine,” Silex reassured Noctis.

“Can he still walk?”

“But of course.” Silex’s brow raised as he answered. He seemed surprised that Noctis would have thought otherwise of Regis. However, the relief in Noctis was palpable by all that were there as he let out a sigh he had no idea he was even holding.

“Great. I’m glad to hear it,” Noctis said.

Giving Noctis a nod to acknowledge his words, Silex moved on and looked at his nephew. “Ignis, I will contact you once His Majesty has a moment.”

An indignant scowl befell Noctis’ face, though he stayed silent. It was not as if he always checked his phone, much less answered it. Sometimes he just slept through it ringing or notifying him of anything. Still, it stung a little knowing that even he, Regis’ own son, would be less of a consideration versus the future Hand of the King. Even if he hated admitting it was for the best to himself.

“Much appreciated. For now, we’ll be on our way to the Prince’s quarters.” Ignis offered a courteous bow to his uncle before he and Noctis turned to start walking toward aforementioned quarters.

"Noct…" Iris spoke up before the two of them got too far, making both of them look at her inquisitively.

"Congratulations on your wedding," Iris said with a smile on her face that failed to reach her eyes. A twinge of sadness had been evident in her tone.

There was a moment's silence that lingered between Noctis and Iris before the Prince gave a somewhat shy smile. Turning his head away, he replied: "It's a little early for that. But… Thanks, Iris. I’ll see you later.”

Iris watched as the two turned to continue on their way. Soon, her expression fell, and matched that twinge of sadness that was heard in her tone. Not that Noctis nor Ignis witnessed it for themselves as they strode down the halls, passing window after window, and door after door.

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Nineteen

Prompt: Taken Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Primam Chorus, Tandem Chorus (brief, Echo) Word Count: 843 Notes: Non-canon to Nomin; more of a 'what if' scenario based on RP I had in the past regarding Primam and how I'd imagine Nomin and Primam interacting and really meeting one another.

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Murmurs and the sound of ocean waves filled the open atmosphere of the Shiokaze Hostelry. An occasional cry of a seagull pierced the chatter.

Nomin stared at the woman before her for a long time, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled taut into a line. She could feel the rising nervousness from the woman. After all, Nomin had been able to tell that the woman was weaving a lie: a well-practiced one, but a lie nevertheless. A lie though it was, however, the thing that struck Nomin was that the woman had no intended malice, simply that she was…lost.

The other thing that was striking…was that her aether felt different. Almost non-existent. Yet, she had a wealth of magic that she utilized in combat…

“I’ve been to Ala Ghiri recently…” Nomin mentioned. The woman in question was called Primam Chorus -- a very Garlean sounding name despite being from Gyr Abania. Her complexion matched well enough, but her explanations left much to be desired. Especially to one that could feel those shifts in aether when it came to emotions.

“H-Have you?” Primam asked, her expression turning sheepish. She drew her hands together over the tabletop, fidgeting.

“Ala Mhigans are returning to Gyr Abania -- to their home. Is there a reason you do not return?” Nomin asked, hoping to press for answers from Primam who accompanied her during their time seeing to Hancock’s want of exploring Mount Rokkon. They had come back, a few extra notes and trinkets to show for their efforts that Hancock was pleased to receive.

“I…have a home here, now. In Hingashi…”

Uncertainty.

“Far be it from me to prod further…” Nomin said, grabbing her chilled bronze cup and taking her waterskin to fill it.

“I was young when my brother and I had to flee.” Primam brought her own cup closer -- unlike Nomin, it was a cup offered by the Hostelry itself, filled with water of her own. “I hardly remember anything about Gyr Abania, let alone Ala Ghiri.”

Nomin took a sip. A lie vague enough to believe if circumstances were different.

A headache formed, one all too familiar as Nomin placed her cup back down and screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. She heard the worried voice of Primam, drowned out by the hum of an entirely different scene unfolding before her.

It was like coming up for water when Nomin could finally see the land and setting around her. There were buildings she did not recognize, many of them on the verge of complete dilapidation. The lands had sparse foliage, and most strikingly, the sky was blanketed completely in black skies. It would have been darker than anything she had ever seen before if she had not been to the Thirteenth.

Nomin had the sense that this sky was something that had shrouded the land for years now at this point. Not unlike the First and how light blanketed the land in eternal daylight, and not unlike the Thirteenth bathed in eternal darkness.

A bright orangish-white light pulsed in the sky before it spread.

“What is that?” came a masculine voice. Looking over, Nomin saw someone who was strikingly similar to Primam. Her brother, no doubt.

“I-I don’t know… Nothing like this has shown up in the history books…” Nomin was speaking…or rather, she was an uncertain Primam. Shortly after her words left her, the light soon engulfed them and several others before the feeling of being submerged happened once more. But this was different -- it was Primam’s experience in traversing the rift.

Tumbling… Tumbling…

Nomin gasped, a new scene before her. Though she normally did not experience an actual soaked feeling, she was absolutely drenched this time. Primam had ended up in a body of water, sputtering and coughing. Nomin could feel how the water burned her lungs, the desperation for air as Primam swam to the closest body of land to right herself.

When eventually Primam got up and looked around within the Echo, Nomin realized she recognized the area: Yanxia, just short of Namai.

“Where…am I…?” was the question that left Primam’s lips before the hum and chatter of the Shiokaze Hostelry started to come back, the vision fading as Nomin blinked her eyes and came back to reality.

“Nomin, are you alright?” Primam asked, seeing that Nomin was shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling she just experienced.

“Don’t worry about me…just something that happens every now and then…” Nomin explained, not wanting to get into the details of her Echo. However, she looked at Primam. She realized now that she was a woman taken to a land not her own. A familiar kinship began to bud within Nomin, even if the circumstances were a bit different.

Taking a long swig of water, Nomin thought of all the questions that bubbled in her mind. She wanted to know more about this land -- this place that Primam was from. But…she supposed she would have to save those questions for such a time perhaps a better friendship could be formed.

[nooling]

Finding 3-4 year old art I forgot to upload here. Old zine work and stuff

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

One day, Noctis randomly sends Lunafreya a sticker of a goose via their notebook. "How cute," she writes back, thinking nothing more of it in the moment.

The next time it's a postcard of the Crown City Botanical Gardens with a small goose swimming in the foreground. "I should very much like to hear more of your recent outing, Noctis," she scrawls beneath the glossy card. A school excursion, she thinks. Or perhaps a trip with friends?

Weeks later, Umbra brings word of Noctis' latest tidings. Tucked at the end of a lengthy letter is a photo of Noctis posing with a white duck. An arrow points to a caption that reads: "We couldn't find any geese. Prompto took this instead."

The pattern continues for some time, stickers of geese littering the notebook's pages with the odd duck here and there.

One goose clutching a sylleblossom flower stands out in particular.

Lunafreya finds no traces of other birds, and so rules out bird watching as a hobby. It is a perplexing conundrum, a tiny enigma with but a single recourse.

"Dear Noctis," she writes, "Pray, do not take this the wrong way, but I fear I must ask. How did this obsession with geese and ducks come to be?"

For a mercy, Noctis' reply is swift:

"Well, you see there's this game...with a goose holding a knife and..."

[drxcorelibre]

Overcoming Distance in Love P.A.

: ̗̀➛ Freeing oneself from long-held desires x

⚠ Genre/warnings: self-insert gen-neutral reader, situationship to lovers idk i just love prom and he deserves this sm, slight nsfw (heated makeout), pinning, atp cindy4life lol, this is so damnn

✎ Reading time: approx. 16min

₊˚ʚ It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

₊˚ʚ Prompto pushed himself away from the garage wall and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours.

₊˚ʚ Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, came rushing out at once.

The night was quiet, and the stars above were the only witnesses to your departure. The journey to Hammerhead was cold and lonely, the silence only broken by the crunch of gravel under your shoes.

You made your way along the path, the lights of Hammerhead growing closer with each step. The thought of leaving the group behind weighed heavily on your heart, but you had made your decision.

As you finally reached the base of Hammerhead, Cindy, who was working late into the night, noticed your arrival. She looked up from her project, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you alone.

"Well, now, ain't that a sight," she remarked in her soft drawl, taking in your state. "What're you doin' here this late and by yourself, darlin'?"

"i left the guys."

Cindy's curious expression quickly turned to surprise. "Left the boys, huh? Ain't that somethin'. What happened there, if you don't mind me askin'?"

"just- realised i never belonged."

Cindy's brow furrowed at your words, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Never belonged? What makes you say that?"

"At the end of the day, we girls can't afford to stay with the boys." you chuckled.

Cindy raised an eyebrow at your chuckle, a puzzled look on her face. "Why's that, darlin'? Nothin' wrong with a girl hangin' with the fellas."

"i caught feelings." you said, gripping onto your belongings.

Understanding dawned in Cindy's eyes as you confessed. She looked at you with empathy, seeing the pain behind your words. She took a seat on a nearby crate and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for you to sit. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk."

You hesitantly joined her, sitting on the crate and placing your belongings beside you. The night air was still and quiet, the only noise coming from the faint sounds of machinery and distant crickets.

Cindy looked at you, her voice soft in the moonlight. "So, you been likin' one of the boys, huh? Can't blame ya, they're handsome fellas. Which one was it, if ya don't mind me askin'?"

"Prompto" The thought of him sent tingles down your spine as you spoke his name out loud.

"Ah, Prompto. He's a good kid. Real peppy, always crackin' jokes. Can't really blame ya for falling for him."

She paused, her eyes studying your face, "But somethin' tells me it ain't as simple as just likin' him, is it?"

You played with your bracelets as you spoke nervously, a bit worried for Cindy's judgement of the situation you put yourself in.

"I felt like my feelings could potentially ruin the group dynamic so i left, realising I don't belong."

Cindy chuckled with empathy, "Sounds like a bit of a mess, darlin'."

"But it ain't your feelings that's ruining things. You have a right to feel the way you feel.

Cindy shifted slightly, turning to face you directly. "You ain't ruined nothin' by likin' Prompto. That's just how the heart works, can't always control who you fall for."

"it's fine! I'll get over it..."

Cindy could sense the resignation in your voice, and it tugged at her heartstrings. "It's not gonna be that easy, darlin'. Feelings like that don't just go away, especially not overnight."

You held your head up, looking at her sheepishly. "That's why I came here to ask you... If i could stay here, work, get my mind off of them?"

Cindy's face brightened at your request. "You wanna work here, huh? Well, we could always use an extra pair of hands. Plus, keepin' busy is a good way to keep your mind occupied."

She patted your back with a warm smile. "Sure, darlin'. You can stay and work. I'll teach you the ropes, and before you know it, you'll be a regular mechanic here at Hammerhead."

"thanks"

Cindy gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "No need to thank me, darlin'. We all need a fresh start sometimes, and that's what Hammerhead's all about. New beginnings."

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You found solace in the rhythm of the garage, the familiar hum of machines and the hum of the desert night lulling you into a sense of peace. Your days were filled with the scent of oil and the occasional banter with Cindy and Cid, the gruff yet affectionate owner of the garage.

The work was challenging at times, but you found comfort in the routine. The distance from Prompto and the guys allowed you time to process your feelings and come to terms with your new life. Despite the occasional pang of friendsickness, you found a sense of belonging in your new role at Hammerhead.

Over time, you adapted to the garage life, your hands becoming calloused and greasy, your laughter and skills familiar to the regular visitors of Hammerhead, who welcomed you as one of their own.

But every now and then, thoughts of Prompto and the group would creep into your mind, like a faint whisper in the wind. You pushed them aside, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place. Still, the ache in your chest was undeniable, the memories and what-ifs lingering like a bittersweet perfume. It was a constant struggle, balancing the tranquility of your new life with the lingering pull of the past.

As the familiar sound of the Regalia's engine echoed through the air, you looked up from your work on a nearby car, your heart skipping a beat. It was the chocobros, here for some vehicle upgrades.

Noctis led the charge, followed closely by Ignis, Gladiolus, and... Prompto. Seeing them all again, so casually together, sent a pang of nostalgia and longing through you.

Hiding your feelings behind a neutral expression, you quickly tried to push down the emotions welling up within you. You feigned distraction, continuing to tinker with the car in front of you, hoping they wouldn't notice your internal struggle.

Cindy, however, had a keen eye for reading people. She noticed the flicker of emotion in your eyes as the group approached. She sidled up beside you, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You all right, darlin'?" she whispered, her voice low and understanding. "They can't see it, but I can."

"I'll be alright." You said, wiping oil grease from your cheek, giving her a reassuring smirk.

Cindy gave you a supportive smile, patting your back gently. "You've got guts, holdin' it together like this. 'Course you'll be alright. Just remember, I'm here if you need to vent, scream, or just a shoulder to lean on."

The rest of the group had been engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to your momentary struggle. Prompto's laughter echoed in the background, causing your heart to clench slightly as you tried to focus on your work.

The urge to run towards them and hug them all while spilling so many sorry's went through your mind for a split second, but you knew that won't do.

The guys approached the garage, peeking in at your figure working on some badass vehicles.

Everyone had noticed the transformation. With your new outfit, your voice resembling Cindy's Southern drawl, and your mannerisms changing to match hers, you had become a bit of a chameleon, blending into the environment of the garage.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus glanced your way, their eyes widening slightly as they took in your appearance and demeanour. But it was Prompto's reaction that caught your attention.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at you. The gears in his head were clearly turning as he tried to reconcile the 'new you' with the person he once knew.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, the familiar banter and jokes that usually flowed effortlessly from him were nowhere to be found.

As the group settled in and started discussing the upgrades they wanted for the Regalia, Cindy smoothly took charge. She launched into a friendly negotiation with Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus, while Prompto lingered in the background, his eyes still resting on you occasionally.

You, however, tried to keep your focus on your work, pretending not to notice his glances. The sounds of the garage faded into the background as you tried to keep your hands steady and your mind clear.

Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of Prompto in your peripheral vision, his eyes meeting yours before quickly averting them, looking a bit flustered. The air between you both was heavy with unspoken emotions, an invisible thread of tension stretching tight.

Cindy, ever observant, noticed the silent communication between you and Prompto. She suppressed a slight grin, her eyes flickering between the two of you as she continued her negotiations with the guys.

As they finalized the details with Cindy, the conversation wrapped up, and they began to prepare to leave. Prompto lingered a moment longer, his eyes still on you, his expression a mix of longing and hesitation.

The group sauntered out of the garage, heading toward the nearby restaurant, their voices carrying on the warm evening air. Cindy watched them go, then turned to you with a knowing smile.

"You sure you don't wanna join them, darlin'?" she asked, her tone gentle but laced with encouragement.

"it's better this way."

Cindy nodded understandingly, her smile turning slightly bittersweet. "I get it, darlin'. Sometimes, what you want and what you need are two different things."

As you continued to work on the car, your thoughts were a tangle of emotions. Seeing Prompto and the guys again had stirred up feelings you had been trying to suppress, and their departure left you with a mix of relief and a strange pang of emptiness.

Your heart ached with an unspoken longing, a silent plea for just one more moment, one more look into his eyes. The familiar banter, the laughter, the bond you used to share - it all seemed like a lifetime ago.

The hum of the car under your hands was a temporary distraction, but it couldn't drown out the persistent pull in your chest, the deep-seated desire to see Prompto again, to hear his voice, to feel his presence.

The hours ticked by, the sun slowly descending towards the horizon. The guys finished their meal and emerged from the restaurant, their voices echoing through the still night air as they discussed their plans for the night.

Your eyes found Prompto amongst the group, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the sunset. His gaze roamed over the garage and, for a moment, seemed to linger on you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Prompto's gaze fall on you for a moment. Reflexively, you ducked your head, using your long bangs and ponytail as a makeshift shield, hoping he hadn't noticed you watching him.

The sound of the guys' footsteps approaching sent a jolt through you, your senses hyper-alert to every sound and movement. You could hear them saying their goodbyes to Cindy.

Noctis sauntered over to you, an intrigued look in his eyes. He leaned against the hood of the car you were working on, observing you quietly for a moment before finally speaking.

"You've changed a lot, haven't you?" he noted, his voice nonchalant but his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Still sharp, even in a new shell," he commented, his tone holding a hint of pride. "You're good at adapting."

You couldn't really speak up, although you felt like there was so much to say. You nodded in confirmation, getting back to work.

Noctis watched you silently for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and a hint of frustration. It was clear he had more to say, but you had already shut him down. He gave a slight shrug, realizing that pushing further would be futile.

"Take care."

The guys climbed into the car, the Regalia's engine roaring to life as they pulled away from the garage, disappearing into the night.

The silence that settled over Hammerhead after they left felt deafening. The hum of the garage, the occasional rustle of the desert wind, and the beating of your own heart were the only sounds left in the stillness of the night.

The thought of them driving off into the night, continuing their adventures without you, stung more than you cared to admit. But you shook the thought away quickly, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place.

You turned your attention back to the car you were working on, determined to bury yourself in the familiar rhythm of the garage work. The sooner you lost yourself in the work, the sooner you could forget about the ache in your chest.

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The days were filled with the hustle and bustle of the garage, and the nights were spent catching up over the dinner table with Cindy and Cid, listening to their stories and sharing a few laughs.

Time had flown by in a blur of car repair and tire changes. The days had been long but filled with the fulfilling sense of accomplishment and routine. 11 months had passed since you had left the group, the pain of separation slowly fading into a dull ache you had learned to live with.

The nights were the hardest, when the silence of the garage seemed deafening, and the memory of Prompto's face would surface in your mind, unbidden.

The sound of the Regalia's engine roaring into the garage was a welcome yet unwelcome intrusion one day. You looked up from the car you were working on to see Noctis, Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto stepping out of the car, looking a bit weary but no worse for the wear.

They looked more seasoned, their faces sporting a few more scars, but their eyes were still filled with the familiar determination and bond they had shared since the beginning of their journey.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus greeted Cindy and Cid with some casual banter, their voices familiar and almost comforting. Prompto lingered a bit behind the rest, his eyes scanning the garage until they landed on you, as if time was repeating.

Your gazes met, and that familiar rush of emotions washed over you both. The weight of the past six months hung heavy in the air, a silent conversation passing between you both through the brief exchange of looks.

A mix of surprise, relief, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on flickered in Prompto's eyes, but it was gone in an instant as Gladiolus said something, drawing his attention away from you.

You returned your focus to the car, pretending to be busy with tuning, but your heart was racing in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Prompto stealing furtive glances in your direction.

Every glance sent a jolt of electricity through you, reminding you of the chemistry you had shared before you left. The silence between you both felt heavy, filled with unspoken words, emotions, and a thousand questions.

You returned to your work, but the ache in your chest grew more insistent.

The evening descended upon Hammerhead, bringing a gentle coolness to the air. The stars above glittered like diamonds against the inky black canvas of the night sky.

The sound of footsteps in the garage startled you, breaking the peaceful silence of the night. You looked up to see the unmistakable silhouette of Prompto, framed by the dim light spilling in from the outside.

Prompto stood at the entrance of the garage, his lean frame casually rested against the door frame. His eyes were fixed on you, studying you intently. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched you silently.

The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a thousand emotions swirling in the silence. Prompto's eyes were unreadable, his expression a mixture of curiosity.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you met Prompto's gaze, and suddenly, you found yourself at a loss for words. Your mouth felt dry, your thoughts a tangled mess. It was as if his presence had sucked all the oxygen from the air, leaving you in a state of breathlessness.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words came out. You stared back at him, your eyes wide, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. The silence between you was deafening.

Prompto's gaze had changed. His eyes shone with a new, more masculine air, his once boyish features now sharpened and matured, giving him a more rugged and handsome look.

His blue eyes were like twin pools of shimmering water, seemingly drawing you into him. You noticed the freckles that sprinkle his tan skin like stars on a night sky. His hair was messy yet attractive, falling effortlessly in shaggy layers around his face.

You noticed this change as he looked at you. His gaze was no longer the playful and innocent gaze you had grown to know.

His gaze held a confidence that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Prompto seemed to sense your inner turmoil, the way your breath hitched and your eyes widened. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

Prompto pushed away from the door frame and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours. With every step, the distance between you seemed to shrink, the tension building silently.

As he closed the gap between you, you could see the myriad of emotions playing out in his eyes. He came to a stop just a few steps away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"h-hello again..."

Prompto's expression softened further, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Hey."

His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was trying to gauge your response to his presence. He looked at you quietly for a moment more, his eyes searching your face.

The air was filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, both of you teetering on the edge of something unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, watching each other. Prompto's eyes held an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that you had never seen before.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, they all came rushing out at once.

Without a word, Prompto closed the remaining distance between you, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms. He pulled you towards him, his grip firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stumbled slightly as he tugged you closer, your body colliding against his. His breath was warm against your face, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirrored in your own chest.

He stood there, holding you tightly, his eyes roaming over your face, tracing the contours, studying your expression. His fingers started to rub small soothing circles on your skin, sending small frissons of electricity down your spine.

The kiss was sudden and intense, his lips claiming yours with a desperate hunger. It was as if months of pent-up frustration, longing, and unspoken words were poured into that single gesture.

Your mind went blank for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then, a wave of desire washed over you, and your body responded on instinct. Your arms reached up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands moved from your arms and settled on the sides of your face, holding you as he deepened the kiss. It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

The sound of the boys calling out for Prompto shattered the moment, reminding you that the outside world existed.

Reluctantly, you both pulled away from each other, your breaths ragged and your eyes slightly dazed.

You looked into each other's eyes, both of you trying to regain your composure, the passion of the kiss still lingering on your lips. Prompto looked torn, his gaze reluctantly moving towards the sound of the guys' voices.

You could see the struggle on his face, the desire to stay with you and the pressure to return to the group. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, taking a step back, putting some distance between you again.

Prompto gave you a small, almost rueful smile, his eyes locking with yours. "Yeah, I'll make sure I do more damage to the Regalia during our trips..." He said, indicating they were all here because of his little mischief.

He glanced back over his shoulder at the direction the guys' voices were coming from. "Duty calls," he said reluctantly, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Taken by surprise, Prompto stumbled back towards you, his mouth forming a small 'o' as you pulled him in for another kiss. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, but after a moment, he melted into the kiss, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath still a bit ragged. "Wait for me?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"like i always do."

Prompto's breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, he just held you tighter, his eyes searching yours. A mixture of emotions flickered across his face - surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief.

He closed his eyes and let out a slow exhale. "Damn it," he muttered as if he was both frustrated and relieved. "I can't leave now knowing you need me, can I?"

Prompto pushed you against the garage wall, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another fervent kiss. The cool night air was a contrast against the heat between you. His hands explored the curves of your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The world around you seemed to fall away, the only thing that existed being the two of you, your bodies pressed together, your breaths mingling in the dark. His lips left kisses against your neck, tasting and teasing, igniting a fire that you thought had died months ago.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps followed by a collective gasp. You looked up to see Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus staring at you two, their mouths hanging open.

They stood there, completely taken aback by the sight of you and Prompto locked together against the garage wall. You both froze, your eyes widening in surprise and slight embarrassment at being caught.

Noctis was the first to break the silence, a shocked and almost comical expression on his face as he looked between the two of you. "What the hell?" he blurted out.

Ignis and Gladiolus were both speechless, their eyes wide as they tried to process what they were witnessing. Gladiolus whistled low, breaking the silence with a low, appreciative "damn."

Prompto pulled away from you, his hands still holding onto your waist as he turned to face the others. He looked sheepish and a bit guilty, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh, Hey guys..."

Noctis pinched his nose and you pushed Prompto lightly towards them. "You gotta go."

Prompto gave you an almost pleading look, as if he didn't want to leave, but seeing your insistence, he reluctantly let go of you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Noctis, still looking utterly bewildered, just shook his head slightly, mumbling something along the lines of "I can't believe this." Ignis, chuckled at the prince's comment.

Ignis and Gladiolus had similarly surprised expressions on their faces, though Gladiolus just looked amused and somewhat impressed. He clapped a hand on Prompto's shoulder as they started walking back to the Regalia, Prompto throwing one last glance back at you before disappearing into the night.

The ache in your chest was replaced by a feeling of affection as you anticipated your next encounter with Prompto, envisioning another good memory to cherish.

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[lexsssu]

Wish (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, breeding, impregnation, reunion sex, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“ ...make up for all the time we spent apart and keep you so full of me that you’ll forget what it’s like not to… ”

Noctis loves the way your legs lock around his waist even tighter in response to his promise. It reassures him that you want this as much as he did.

That you want him as much as he wants you.

Despite being left to raise your son alone (albeit with help from the gang and everyone else) for all these years as he fulfilled his destiny, it soothes the king’s weary heart to know that some things never change.

Although both of you were a little older, a little more damaged than the young adults who had to carry the weight of the world upon their shoulders, Noctis is relieved to have you clutching him as tightly and desperately as he did to you.

He’d long lost count of how many times he came into your greedy hole that seemed all too happy to receive his cum. With Aelius tucked in bed, it was time for mommy and daddy to get to work and give the boy the baby siblings he’d been asking for.

And because Noctis had most of his son’s childhood to make up for, how can he deny his heir’s wish? 

If anything, the King of Light knows for sure that his own old man is probably smiling down from somewhere in the big sky at his earnest efforts to expand your little family.

.

.

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Huh, maybe he should convince you to do it on the throne one of these days—

[avianscribe]

Road Trip: A Final Fantasy XV Collection

IT'S HEEEEERE!

Now you too can make yourself a copy of this illustrated FFXV story collection! I've posted this 26-page PDF for download via my ko-fi shop FOR FREE! It's set up to easily print double-sided so you can cut and fold it into book shape!

It is formatted for 8.5"x11"; I want to make an A4 size available, too, but I don't have a way to test-print it at this point. Baby steps!

In any case, enjoy!

And if you end up making yourself a copy, I'd love to see pictures!

[serotoninbetweenpages]

TBT to when I finished playing Prompto's DLC and a 10 year old asked me: "what did you get about that ending?" The scene was Prompto, rolling away after bidding goodbye to Aranea and then Ardyn appears.

I was confused, and I hadn't thought much of it since Ardyn, as natural, was a pain in the ass during the whole game, making his apparitions and narrating his monologues. So I went: "Well, idk, that Ardyn was there following Prompto the whole time, and he know's where he's going?"

THE 10 YEAR OLD LIL' DUDE GOES: "I think Ardyn was Aranea the whole time". AND WTF, THAT'S GENIOUS? I DID NOT THINK ABOUT THAT, HOW A SINGLE DECADE OLD BABY CAUGHT THAT AND NOT ME THAT I'M ALMOST 2 DECADES OLD?

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

I had an idea for a Son of Mors au which is just a Pure Crack.

Basically, what little of Eos' consciousness remains decides "I'm going to ruin this guy's entire career prophecy".

Bahamut: *preparing to announce the next king*

Eos: *body checking him so he flies off the screen*

Crystal-Eos: Hail Vitale Lucis Caelum! Hail King of Lucis!

Regis and co: *extremely alarmed wtf expressions*

I mean it's can either be a Pure Crack (because a 5yo on the throne) or a Pure Angst (because a 5yo on the throne) and in this case I think I would prefer the first. Especially since Regis would have no idea where to even start looking for Nyx and also would be expecting somebody near his age and not a flipping kindergartener.

*shoos angst bunnies back under the bed*

Okay this is funny. And dramatic. In the over the top drama way one cannot help but laugh at.

On a meta level just... Bahamut used - something - to bind Eos. And it took her many human generations to scrape together enough power to jump on the opportunity presented to her. She takes the power of the human souls nestled within her heart, and speaks.

(That is just background meta for myself, because I need to have this make some amount of sense in my head. XD)

So

Regis is about to get the blessing of the Crystal as each new King does before the coronation. It should just be a formality, as it has been for nearly 10 generations already. Since there hasn't been more then one Lucis Caelum child per generation.

But then.

The Crystal surges and announces a name no one has ever heard of.

"Vitale Lucis Caelum, the Hidden."

No one knows what to do with that.

The coronation gets put on hold. Obviously. An announcement is made. The Gods have spoken and who is Regis to deny them? (He's secretly very relieved that it's not him who has to be King. Up until he meets the new King, that is.)

It's the scandal of the century.

Mors Lucis Caelum had another son. Someone fucked Mors Lucis Caelum of their own free will. At least Regis dearly hopes that's the case.

(It was totally a hate fuck. But very much consensual.)

And then come the shenanigans of trying to find Vitale Lucis Caelum.

[primamchorus]

FFXV: Reimagined :: Table of Contents

"To crown the King of Light is the calling of the Crystal. Only the True King anointed by the Crystal can purge our star from its scourge."

-Young Lunafreya to Noctis

The star teeters on the brink of being under the iron grasp of the Niflheim Empire's conquest. Since the rise of the Niflheim forces, so too has the rise of the daemon threat when night falls grown. Such a prophecy is known and held close to those who wish to see it fulfilled, and to that end, the prophecy must come to fruition lest Eos succumbs to a night everlasting.

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Sleepless Nobility :: Introduction to the Nobles

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Prologue :: Tales of Loss

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The Bonds of Brotherhood :: The Start of a Journey

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A Sky of Ruin Foretold :: The Fall of Insomnia

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Power of Astrals :: Following Destiny

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Fading Lights :: The Trail Into Gralea

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World Without a King :: The World of Ruin

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Ten Years of Darkness :: Fate of the Star

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Stories From Eos :: Mini Stories

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Dossiers :: Information Closely Kept

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Holidays of Eos :: Celebrations Thereof (Specials)

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Quicksilver Dancers :: Primam x Prompto Collection

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[impatient-traveler]

My favorite part was when he said

and then suffered all over the place

[writermich18]

FFXV AU Idea

Somebody once told Regis he looked exactly like his father and the next day Regis came to work with his hair dyed blue-black.

Somebody once told Regis he acted like his father and suddenly the work was assigned to different officers and nobody was getting micromanaged. He went from hands on to observing.

And then those same trusted officers stole from the Galahdians, the Tenebreans, all the refugees, and now here everyone sits in the open arena reserved for Judgement, getting the full force of Regis's aura baring down on them. The older generation who survived Regis's purging are reminded of Mors.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Regis's finger taps the throne. It sounds throughout the open area.

The 29-year-old stares down at them all, eyes glowing blue and gold with slitted pupils. A low, rumbling growl rolls, reverberating throughout everyone's bones.

"You know. I really didn't want to do this. I dyed my hair to avoid my looks being compared to my father. I stopped managing and focusing on everyone, trusting you would do your jobs properly without me interfering, because I wanted to avoid being compared to my father in that I was exactly like him. I wanted to be different, I really did," Regis mutters.

He rolls his eyes as a noble starts stammering, protesting his words. "Shut up." He waves a hand, cutting through the air and the noble finds themself no longer able to talk.

Regis's eyes flick to the Kingsglaive standing to attention behind the gathered nobles.

"My Kingsglaive, I can only ask for your forgiveness. Once we are finished here, you may go home to help your families and friends sort through the returned artifacts which had been stolen from you," Regis states. The Kingslaives twitch, shock barely suppressed due to their training.

Regis focuses back on the nobles, his aura forcing all of them to prostrate themselves.

"Kneel before your King and heed my command," the full force of the Lucii and Regis's power echoes and reverberates through his voice, through the Citadel, and the city. Even into the country. Everything stops, frozen with the need to do as their King commands. Even those who have nothing to do with the King's fury kneel. His voice echoes ten-fold, hundred-fold, with the voices of hundreds of kings. "I hearby strip every last one of you of your noble titles. I strip you of your territory, your businesses and side hustles, your estates, and your identity. Never shall you earn any job. Never shall any acknowledge or know of your existence. May you and yours never be recognized or honored for any deed or action from this day onward. May you work and labor as those you once scorned had and never see a penny of it. May you die in the very same ditch you once condemned our soldiers to."

The condemned nobles wept, silent and frozen, as their hands are forced out in front of them.

"From each of you, I shall give ten-fold the punishment you gave my people for the crime of existing." The Royal Arms burst to life. Noctis, 5 years old, coldly watches from his Prince's throne as his father strikes at the offending nobles. His hands shake as blood spills on the arena's floor once again for the first time in 15 years, since Regis took the throne.

Regis gently takes Noctis's hand and holds it, rubbing his thumb on his hand comfortingly. Noctis watches as one noble gets his hands pinned to the floor by the Knight's twin daggers. Another gets shot in the back in non-vital areas by the Wanderer's bow (I forgot whose weapons are whose, whoever takes this prompt can fix it). Another loses an arm, one loses their leg. One loses an arm and a leg. Another gets the words LIAR carved in their abdomen. Another gets their legs and hands pinned to the floor. One noble gets their foot pinned to the floor by a large nail. Another gets thirty lashes.. Various punishments, consequences of their actions which his people suffered instead of these cruel nobles, these nobles had taken upon Regis's people for years, he deals upon them.

It's completely silent, none of the traitors able to scream or move as Regis lets go of his son's hand and stands. "Clarus, take Noctis away. He doesn't need to see the last part. Remember, my son, for nobles like these fools, Ruthlessness is Mercy, but only upon those who have proven deserving of it." Noctis nods, glaring at the nobles as he hops off his throne. His own eyes burn in purple and red, slitted like his father's. Clarus nods and picks up Noctis, gesturing to his own son and Ignis to follow. Regis waits until the door closes behind them.

Regis walks down the throne and stops before the first person in the first row, kneeling in the middle. He stares coldly down at the last noble who didn't get touched, his Royal Arms circling lazily through the room. That noble is of the older generation, one who managed to slip through the cracks and been a thorn in Regis's side for years since he was a child. Now he had proof. Evidence of what this particular cruel man had done. The ringmaster finally tumbling down. Duke Kendrickson, xenophobic misogynistic asshole, the kind of person whose so skilled at speaking it takes you several days to realize you just got insulted and several more to realize he scammed you. This asshole has been destabilizing and trying to undermine Regis's rule from the get go.

"Kendrickson. The ringmaster. I'm sure you're thinking you're getting away with only your title and possessions taken. Oh no. I wanted to hurt you personally. Believe me, my Ancestors are itching to get their hands on you, the Mystic especially." Regis crouches down, grabbing him by the chin. He forces his head up. "Since it was your voice that started this mess, it's only fair I strip you of your voice." Kendrickson's eyes widen, face paling rapidly, as Regis squeezes his cheeks. His mouth is forced open. Kendrickson can't resist the magic pinning him in place as a servant hands Regis pliers. Regis uses the pliers to grab the ex-Duke's tongue and pull it forth. He lets go of his jaw to pull out his hidden dagger. "I would make this painful as possible but I don't want to look at your ugly mug longer than I have to so..."

Regis slices his tongue off. It takes two hits due to Regis half-heartedly slicing his tongue and not putting his whole force into it. Kendrickson screams, dropping to the floor as Regis's magic releases the nobles. A hand covers his mouth as blood spills out. Regis stands up, dropping the tongue onto a bowl and pliers onto a towel that servants hold out to him, smiling in thanks to them.

Screams echo through the room as the nobles whither on the ground.

"I don't know why you all are complaining. After all, I am my father's son." For a moment, as the Kingslaive watch the nobles' suffering indifferently, Lt. Nyx Ulric could have sworn he saw a figure wearing ancient clothes in a blue cloak standing behind Regis, hands settled on his shoulders. The figure stares down at the nobles with white fury, green tears streaming down his face, iris gone, a dark and ferocious look with sharp canines bared. Regis grins as he comments about being his father's son, sharp canines exposed for all to see. For a moment, the light flickers in the setting sun, and Regis and the figure's hair shine red. When the light stops shining in Nyx's eyes, the figure is gone. What was that?

Crownsguard come forward at Regis's gesture and drag the nobles away, to prison most likely. The Royal Arms have disappeared.

Regis turns to the Kingslaive, walking to them, ignoring the blood. To their shock, he bows to them. "My deepest apologies to you for failing to realize what was happening to you and yours behind my back. I am sorry. I am so sorry. I have broken my promise to you and your fellow refugees. I will do what I can to fix this. I can only hope some day you can find it inside yourself to forgive me and my country for our failure."

...

The refugees, with the Kingsglaive's help, get the right to take from the ex-nobles' estates anything they want in retaliation for what the nobles took from them.

[reflectionsofacreator]

📚 final fantasy, your choice of numerical!

cracks knuckles

Okay let's imagine, for a minute, about Noctis who didn't manage to escape the fire in Tenebrae. Regis lost his grip, Noctis tried to squirm out of his hold to get to Luna, something. And for the next eight years, Noctis is raised as a ward of the Empire alongside Luna and Ravus, with all the gristly details that implies because Niflheim finally has their hands on the crown prince of their hated enemy.

The story starts with Noctis' long awaited return to Insomnia at the hands of Lieutenant Drautos when he's sixteen, eight long, long years after the tragic fire that took Queen Sylvia's life. There's been some paper thin excuse about Noctis staying in the Empire for "goodwill" but everyone knows that he's been a hostage, and the kingdom is ecstatic to have their prince back.

The big reunion between beloved father and son, and it's shattered when Noctis, in a polite, quiet Tenebrae accent, asks, "Do I know you, sir?" (Because that's not what his father looked like. That's not the dad who abandoned him, is it? He's too old, surely--)

The prince that's returned to them is a stranger. Neatly combed back hair, a fondness for Tenebrae white colors, soft spoken lilting accent and impeccable manners that betray nothing of what he thinks. It's only in private, when Ignis and Gladio desperately try to get him to open up and maybe talk to them that Noctis admits that he wants to go home, to his brother and sister. The best he can do is send letters with the Messengers, a small, fluffy black dog that Ignis swears wasn't there yesterday.

We cut between Ravus, Luna, and Noctis as the letters pass hands. Ravus, having been pressured into being in the military at eighteen so he could no longer protect his little siblings, traces over the harsh stroke of the pen in Noct's letters in the privacy of his tiny cabin. Luna scribbling out her loneliness and exhaustion over being the world's youngest Oracle for four years now, saying how much she misses the comforting weight of her little brother following her around during her duties.

The Ravus we find here is harder on the outside, but fiercely protective of Luna and Noctis. His hatred for Regis is even more intense, because how dare that man abandon his own son, yet banked even further down because he cannot afford to let these emotions show when he needs to protect them. It's not just that Luna is his precious little sister -- their mother wasn't done healing Noctis before she perished, and Noctis could only rely on them. Ravus is the only one who knows that the Empire was going to kill the boy, and it was only his quick thinking that convinced General Glauca to spare Noctis as a hostage.

Luna is more tired, more worn down. Not only is she the youngest Oracle with an impossible task, she did everything she possibly could to make sure Noctis traveled with her retinue so she could keep an eye on him and make sure the Empire didn't touch him. And now that he's gone, whisked away back to his "home", she finds herself working even harder just to cope with the loneliness.

Noctis is... well. He copes, as best he can, being a stranger in his own 'home' with chronic pain and no one knowing what really happened. Even his magic is different, leans more towards healing and the like rather than traditional Lucian faire, uses a rapier like his older brother when he goes to spar. Spends time with his dog, with Ignis trying to get him to want to meet with his father, training with Gladio in the ring and trying not to flinch at how big he is (not his fault, he's just. Big like Glauca.), tentatively making friends with Cor's hyperactive blonde kid named Prompto...

It isn't until Gladio sees Captain Drautos 'checking in' on the Prince that things start to change. Drautos now has sway over the Glaives and the Crownsguard, the gratitude of the King Himself, so long as Prince Noctis keeps his mouth shut about what happened while he was being "rescued" from General Glauca. Except Noctis talks back to the Captain now that it's just him, he doesn't have to worry about his siblings getting hurt, just himself really.

Gladio charges, because even if that's a little shit of a guy that's his Prince who's being slapped around. He doesn't have a hope in hell against someone like Titus Drautos, let alone General Glauca, being only eighteen and new to the whole 'shield' thing. Gets his shit wrecked, his eye nearly cut open, and his life held against Noctis to scare them both into keeping Drautos' secret.

Gladio, while he's being patched up on Ignis' bathtub, is adamant that they tell the king and the council, while Noctis pleads that they can't or Glauca will find a way to punish Luna and Ravus. Ignis informs him that it will be happening, because this is no longer just a threat to them but a threat to the whole kingdom.

We cut to the chocobros watching as Prince Ravus and Princess Lunafreya are welcomed into Insomnia, only to have their introductions interrupted by Noctis' excited shout of their names and practically warping over to them to hug them stupid. Drautos is imprisoned now, things are starting to look up for the first time for the Fleuret siblings in ... so, so long.

I think the primary fic would end there, but I'd probably want to have oneshots set after, about the adjusting period, and how things wrap up. Something something the abuse that the kids were subjected to gets to light and has the Empire's citizens up in arms over the treatment of the beloved Oracle, Lucis uses it as a way to force Niflheim into a peace treaty. Another oneshot from the pov of someone who only knows Ravus as a battlefield commander, seeing him turn all soft and doting on Luna and Noctis. Maybe dig into how Noctis and Luna traveled around under the guard of Glauca, how it's just as much threatening as it is teasing the Lucis spies who can't get close enough to set Noctis free...

I think about this au often, if you can't tell,

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

[sanjismywhore]

Breaking The Bed

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, rough sex, afab reader

Gladio is a giga chad and breaks the bed

Re-upload because something glitched

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Gladio’s hips rutted against yours. His palm perched up on the swell of your ass while his other hand pressed into the curve of your spine. He used his strength to keep you pinned flush against him, chest to chest, while you rocked back and forth on his lap; kissing him softly.

The softest sigh escaped your lips as a low moan echoed through his mouth. He felt the vibration course through him, causing him to smirk and suck gently on your lower lip. His mouth slid down your neck. The gentle kiss was followed by his tongue licking at the sensitive spot under your jaw.

He moved lower to nip at your throat, making sure to cover every inch of skin with his kisses. You hands tangled in his hair as his fingers trailed down your front. Teasing the skin along stomach before settling over your clit, rubbing circles around it as he kissed you hungrily.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, squeezing his length, letting a whimper slip smooth off your tongue like silk to his ears. “Gladdy…”

A moan ripped deep within his throat, pushing himself harder against your center. His hands moved from your clit back up to cup your ass.

As if sensing your need, Gladiolus lifted his hips upwards, burying himself deeper within you. His thick cock stretching you out even more, “You drive me crazy, y’know that?” He grunted with pleasure as your walls hugged him tight.

You could feel every thrust, every slight movement of his cock perfectly. Moaning his name once again, you tried to bury your face into his chest. His chuckle, as boisterous as it was, gave you goosebumps.

Gladio brought one of his rough hands up to cup your face. As he stroked your cheek with his calloused fingers, he mumbled. “Eyes on me sweetheart.”

Your gaze shifted upwards so fast it almost made you dizzy, but it never left his face. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of watching him; the way the darkness in his amber eyes bored into your soul with hunger and desire. Or how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth when his gaze drifted towards your lips.

“Just look at me.” He grunted. You could feel his other hand press harder into the small of your back, forcing your hips to roll against the movement of his thrusts.

Your breath hitched with each one, feeling the burn in your core build. Gladio leaned forward to capture your lips again. Moaning softly in the entanglement of your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your hands ran through his locks, pulling him closer. Gladio let out a deep moan in against your lips deepening the kiss even further. As you began rocking more urgently into his body, he squeezed your ass. You gasped against his mouth.

He chuckled under you, “You want more?”

You swallowed thicky, nodding vigorously. Your hands fisted the fabric of his tank-top, tugging him closer to you until his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder. Thanks to his sturdy build, you could lean all your weight against him as he hugged your smaller form.

Enveloping your body into a tight embrace, Gladiolus grunted against your skin as he worked to increase the tempo of your movements. You moaned louder to which he snickered against your lips. With his firm grip never falterting, he leaned backwards with you in his arms until his back hit the plush mattress. You yelped in surprise.

The springs groaned, the wood creaked, and the bedframe knocked against the wall. His cock throbbed within you as he bent his knees, planting his feel firmly on the bed with you still in his lap.

Gladio’s laugh sent a chill down your spine. He covered the side of your face with wet kisses, tickling the skin with his facial hair. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were begging for it, princess.” With his lips close by your ear, you could practically hear the smirk plastered on his face.

His movments slowed momentarily, giving you a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the change in gravity.

With every slow thrust, Gladio whispered sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to get lost in your own rapture. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.” He kissed the top of your head. His words filled your entire world, wrapping you in an intoxicating cloud of lust.

And suddenly he pistoned his hips hard, thrusting up into your soaked cunt with exertion. The loud smacking of his hips became drilled in your head as he drove into you repeatedly.

You laid on his chest helplessly as he held you down with his own brute strength. His grip was tight on your body as he buried his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.

He slammed his cock into you relentlessly, balls smacking against your ass with each thrust. He pounded into you as if he was trying to fuck himself through every inch of your body. ”Fuck me,” You huffed as the wind got knocked out of you.

It was an order, not a request. Gladio didn’t hesitate to comply. Grinding his cock into you, he thrusted his pelvis hard against yours as if that would help you find release faster. He just kept fucking into you harder and harder. Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, soaking the entire length. And he still fucked you with everything he had.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down as he pounded into you. His breathing was heavy, labored. His chest heaved with each thrust. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in ecstasy.

He moaned as he felt you clench around him, your wetness dripping down your thighs.

As he kept thrusting, he realized that he would only continue to get lost in you. No matter how far he could climb to chase his high, his desire remained insatiable.

Even now, hours later, dawn was approaching. After what had felt like a lifetime to Gladio, his dick still throbbed, desperate for more.

Straddling your figure as you laid on your stomach, he ground his hips down into you. Either of his hands rested on your hips as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

The sheets were wrinkled in your grasp, pillows scattered around. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, hair disheveled. Your clothes were no where to be found. Presumably somewhere scattered on the floor, but you paid no mind.

He was still pounding into you, stretching you open so that you could take him, and only him. Every time his hips made contact with your ass, it jiggled—to which he found amusing.

Gladiolus smiled slightly, running his finger down your spine. A shiver of delight rippled through your body. His smile grew into a full fledged grin. Sitting up straight, he continued to pound into you. “Beautiful.” His purred to himself.

He knew he had you completely enthralled by his cock. “Gladdy,” You moaned his name, arching your back against him. He smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him, continuing to pump himself into you as your thighs shook, clenching around his cock.

Occasionally he would hold your waist tight and push your face down into the pillows below, whispering the most vulgar obscenities to your ear.

“Shit, babygirl.” “Yeah, you like that?” “Fuck yeah, take that cock.” “So fuckin tight.”

He would slam into you over and over again, abusing your swollen pussy with such ferocity that it caused a sharp pang of pleasure to shoot through youe core. Then he’d shealth himself deep inside, growling through clenched teeth. “You’re takin me so well.”

Every second you spent with him felt like forever. But it couldn't have been any more satisfying. He was make love to you until you shattered from his lips; his touch; his words, his cock.

His fingers dug into your hips; nails scraping against your skin, creating small trails of bruises. “You’re mine, y’know that?”

You could only respond in moans or whimpers. Your speech barely comprehensable to him, but he didn’t care. Every sound or movement you made told him all that he needed to know.

It was a wonder how no one knocked on your door to complain about all the noise. Not Prompto or Ignis, or the other motel quests. Not even Noctis. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the others had been listening throughout the night, but the thought was soon drowned out by your own moans.

The bed croaked in response to your passionate lovemaking. The wooden frame beat the wall over and over and over again in sync with Gladio’s thrusts, scratching off the paint.

You felt his bare chest make contact with your back as he leaned down, mixing his sweat with yours. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your skin. Your name fell from his lips with a grunt. The sound was music to your ears.

You swore to the Astrals that you could’ve fallen apart right then and there.

You let out a soft cry into the pillow, shuddering from every overhwelming sensation.

“Fuck (Name),” He kissed your shoulder blade, leaving light trails of teeth marks as he slowed the ferocity of his thrusts while still making sure to reach the most peasureable depths inside you

Gladiolus growled against the crook of your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him. “Oh shit…” He grunted, grinding into you harder. His breathing grew heavier as he wrapped his arms tight around you. Your body was practially buried beneath his weight.

You bit down on the pillow, muffling out a moan into it. His large hand caressed your lower abdomen as he pulled you tighter to his body. The bed squeaked under him as his hips rolled along with yours.

Your back arched against his hard chest, your legs trembling from both the excitement and exhaustion. Your muscles tightened in an instinctual reaction whenever he took you this far. “Please.” You whimpered just loud enough for him to register, aching for relief.

Picking up speed yet again, Gladio shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead, dampening the strands of hair that hung onto his forehead. His muscular thighs tensed and flexed as he continued his relentless pounding.

You whimpered weakly, burying your face deeper into the pillow. Every thrust caused your clit to sting from overstimulation.

Coincidentally, every hard thrust caused the bed to croak louder and louder behind the lewd sounds.

Gladiolus let out a loud grunt, slamming into you with renewed vigor. Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t believe that this was happening. He continued to thrust with an intensity that left you trembling, unable to stop yourself from cumming right away.

A faint cracking could be heard coming from somehwhere in the room, but you didn’t pay any mind to it. As a final thrust brought forth your orgasm, it felt as if the walls came crumbling down. You emitted a loud cry of ecstasy.

And with yet another orgasm for the night, the bed finally gave out one last croak before collapsing in on itself.

CRACK

The bed’s legs cracked first, then the entire bedframe gave in and fell flat to the ground.

There was a pause that lasted way too long, leaving you both dead silent. It was like the world had stopped. Neither of you moved, almost too scared to break the bed further.

It took a few seconds to register what happened. Thankfully the mattress didn’t slide off during the event, so neither of you got hurt. Both emitting soft gasps, Gladio was the first to lift himself up to check out the damage.

You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and still trembling from your orgasm. And while his cock was still standing proud, still leaking with want, he ignored it entirely.

He got off of you. Rubbing the back of his neck as he grimaced at the state of the bed.

“Shit…” He cursed, reaching for the broken bed frame.

“Is it bad?” You weakly sat up, cheeks flushed and eyes puffy. “It’s gonna cost us a couple thousand Gil...” Gladio shrugged, glancing back at you.

Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows. Your legs wobbled as you stood, letting the blood rush to your limbs once you regained your balance. “You think Iggy’ll lecture us later?” You chuckled softly, leaning forward to grab onto Gladio’s forearm, using it to steady yourself.

“I bet he’ll make us cook for a week.” He laughed, assuring you with a soft peck to your cheek. “I’m gonna have a great time explaining this to the owner...” He grunted, briefly leaving your side.

Walking around the room, he picked up the clothes scattered all over the foor. “We really outdid ourselves didn’t we?” Gladio added with a small grin, looking down at you with amusement.

You laughed softly to yourself and pulled yourself together. “Yeah, definitely did.” You glanced at the mess of the bed again, then looked at him.

“Never expected you to be so… passionate.” You smiled sheepishly.

Gladiolus scoffed, sliding his boxers back on. “Well you weren’t expecting a gentle giant, were ya?” He teased. Walking over to where you stood, he pulled you towards him and kissed your temple.

“Nah, never.” You grinned up at him, resting your hand over his chest. “You made it worth my while.” You whispered, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

He let out a satisfied hum, “That’s not all I got in store for you, babe.” Playfully squeezing your ass, Gladio pulled you in for a kiss. After a couple more minutes he broke the kiss and turned away from you, grabbing his phone.

“Get yourself dressed and go see Iggy. He’ll probably let you sleep in his room.” He uttered as he put his pants back on.

As you picked up your clothes and shuffled towards the bathroom, you turned back to look at him momentairly. “And what about you?” You asked.

“I’ll stay here and call the front desk.” He answered as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it back on. “Don’t tell Ignis just yet. Wouldn’t want him getting pissed at you for my mistake.”

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Uniform Kink (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

TAGS: Noctis/F!reader, uniform kink, pet names, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“You’re gonna ruin my suit if you keep dripping so much, princess…”

In spite of his chiding tone, the Chosen King was grinning as you clutched him for dear life. His hands were settled at the small of your back and your plump ass respectively, fingers digging into the soft and pliant flesh as he fucked into you with slow and almost lazy strokes.

Clad in his kingly raiment, Noctis Lucis Caelum looked every bit of the Chosen King he was...now if only his trousers weren’t unbuttoned in order to free his cock so that he could stir up your insides just the way you liked. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp, fingers sometimes tugging at his raven hair as you gasp and moan from his touch.

“Were all those times you told me to dress appropriately due to actually wanting me to put up a good appearance or…” A roguish smirk curled upon his full lips as he leaned close enough to whisper into your ears. “...maybe you just wanted me to fuck you like a whore while I’m wearing a suit?”

The involuntary tightening of your cunt at his words successfully answered Noctis’ question.

Too embarrassed to even make an attempt at speaking, you could only bury your face into the crook of your husband’s neck as his amused chuckles accompanied the wet smack of your hips against one another.

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Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Word count: 675

Cleaning up the rubble of the old Citadel years after the fact, Cindy ended up finding something unexpected—a broken leather string tied to a rusty little plaque in the middle. A dog tag. With Noctis's name, age, sex and blood type engraved on it.

It had been a stupid thing, really. Noctis and Prompto had still been in high school at the time and a fair had hit the town. The gunslinger—18 years old and having never held a gun at that point—convinced them to get matching ones from a stand so their whole Royal Retainer "thing" would, quote on quote, "Feel more legit". And now here Noctis's lied, in the ruins of the place where he had fallen. How very fitting.

That silly town's fair trinket was now akin to the prince's inheritance. But there was no fight for its possession—the other two decided on Ignis immediately. And Ignis took it, and he clung to it. It hadn't been easy for any of them—much less for himself—to see their formerly composed and seemingly unshakable companion, their "mom", kneeling on the dusty ground, gripping the dog tag in both hands like his life depended on it, sobbing openly and bitterly like a child.

He began wearing it around his neck—fixed the string with the utmost care. Aranea would catch, out of the corner of her eyes, how he would sometimes hold it between fingers, stroke it while whispering soothing mantras to get himself to calm down when whatever creature lived in his head started acting up. In moments like those it settled in her—the truth she had long realized and accepted way before he had gotten down on one knee before her: Aranea had married a broken man. Fit her just right, though; she wasn't any less broken than he was.

Maybe too many blows to the head will do that to you, but she found it harder and harder to discern reality in her mind. She would spend minutes trying to separate her dreams—and nightmares—from the prior night from her actual life, try to make sure that the memory she was playing in her mind was an actual memory and not a thought or a story someone had told her.

She would sometimes watch Ignis as he talked to her, stare at the scarred eyes behind his glasses, follow the movement of his lips and wonder to herself who was this man talking to her so intimately and why did he feel so familiar. Some mornings, she would leap out of bed when she saw him and reach for a spear that was not there. Ignis would gently, lovingly coax her into believing that yes, they were married, this was her house, she was safe. No, the war had ended long ago, they didn't have to worry about that. Niffelheim? No, they were in Insomnia, she had defected from the Empire years ago. Why was the Sun up? It was because the True King had sacrificed himself to bring the Dawn back. The world was saved.

And, as sick and twisted as it was (because it was very sick and twisted), the few tears that would sometimes escape Ignis as he said those words aloud would at times turn out to be just the thing that spurred Aranea's memories back. She would come out of her episodes just in time to see her husband try to hide his sadness. But Aranea, always one to have things done her way, would have none of that. And, as sick and twisted as it was, comforting him helped ease her mind away from painful memories and destructive thoughts.

In a sick, twisted, miraculous way, having to care for each other's burdens helped ease their own pain. It was easier to be strong when you had someone who depended on you, warmth was easier to find with arms holding you or another body lying beside your own in bed. Yes, married life suited them just fine—to live is to suffer, but at least they weren't suffering alone.

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This is a little segment of a HighSpecs fic I began writing in late 2022/early 2023. I never got around to finishing it,—and I want to! I just don't know when I'll have the time—but this section was completed and self-contained enough that I felt like sharing it by itself for now, while the rest of the fic remains a WIP.