#ffxv writing

[primamchorus]

Short Notice

Due to the unfortunate nature of sharing an apartment with her brother, Primam felt compelled to make a request of a close friend.

Word count: 1,237

"Sorry that it was all…short notice. And…late…" Primam said, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder and looking up at Prompto with a sense of shame in her expression. She stepped into his apartment, kicking her shoes off at the entry way before stepping up into the main portion of his abode.

"Hey, it's no problem," Prompto reassured her, closing the door behind her and locking it. He turned and kept his attention on her. Concern settled on his features. "You and your brother didn't have a fight, did ya? I mean, my door's always open to you, no matter how late it is."

"Oh, no…nothing like that," Primam quickly replied, waving a hand to dismiss the very notion. She sighed deeply, her cheeks falling flush as she looked away from Prompto and to the floor. Her hand clutched more tightly into her backpack strap, embarrassment flooding her. "I-It's actually… I mean, I wish we had gotten into a fight. Just…sometimes he brings some people back home. People I don't know… And…well…let's say getting a good night's rest is…rather difficult."

Prompto's own cheeks and ears flushed as he started to catch Primam's meaning. Raising a hand, he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Ah… I see."

Clearing his throat, Prompto motioned further into his apartment and walked into the living room. Unlike Noctis' or even her brother's rooms, Prompto looked to have kept his apartment in pretty neat condition. This was much to Primam's surprise as she slowly followed after him, taking in the layout of the apartment and getting a feel for the place. She had a feeling that should Tandem develop these little trysts as a habit, she was going to be seeing more of Prompto's apartment in time.

"So, uh…" Prompto began, looking over his shelf of DVDs and movies, glancing over in Primam's direction as she wandered further into his pad. "Just, y'know, out of curiosity: why not stay with Noct? He lives in the same building as the two of you, doesn't he?"

Primam's expression grew sheepish as she furrowed her brow with an amused scoff. "I think you know just as well as I do that his living space is like a bio-hazard. Staying the night there is like to have me leave with a disease in the morning."

Prompto fell into light laughter at the comment before his attention went back to his DVD collection. Shaking his head, he scoffed, "Well, I guess I can't argue with you there. Has he always been like that?"

"Well…" Primam began, tentatively stepping over toward the sofa and slowly sitting down. Placing her bag on the floor, she then looked down at her hands after she set them in her lap. Her mouth thinned into a taut line upon her face as she considered how to really broach the subject in its entirety that she felt was okay to share from her side of things. "He…changed after an incident when we were eight. You might be aware that we attended school without Noct with us around that time… That's because he was recovering from an accident."

Sinking back into the couch and drawing her legs up onto the cushions, Primam frowned slightly. "After he recovered, he just…wasn't the same? Quiet… Less active than he used to be, but no less a bit of a troublemaker." Primam's expression softened, her eyes going to Prompto as he kept thumbing through his collection. "But…I don't think I should say too much more than that. Not really my place."

"I get'cha…" Prompto replied. While Primam had talked, he had already plucked a couple jewel cases from his shelf. He walked back over and showed them off to her with a sunny grin. "Since you're staying over, wanna watch something? I figured you'd probably like these out of what I got."

Looking over the DVDs, Primam read off each of the titles as her eyes glanced over each one; Stardust Echoes. Blood and Aether.

Primam sat up straighter, her expression turning to surprise as she reached out for the third movie and gently plucked it from Prompto's grasp. "No way! They made a movie of Of Winter's Grip!?"

"It's an episodic series, actually," Prompto replied. His expression brightened further as he went back to return the other DVDs to his shelf. As he put the other cases away, he went on; "It's new. I know you more keep up with books than shows or movies…but… When I saw the news they were making a series of your favorite book collection, I thought I may as well pick up the first volume. I watched the first couple episodes."

"And?" Primam gently, though excitedly pressed. "How were they?"

"Pretty good. I mean, they kept relatively faithful to the first few chapters so far from what I remember." Prompto came back around and lingered nearby where Primam sat. He took the jewel case back when it was handed it back to him. Nearing the television and turning it on, Prompto got the movie loaded into the player. "I think they chose a good actor for your favorite character, Vyressa."

As the DVD loaded, Primam and Prompto bantered a bit more about the show before the menu appeared on screen. Grabbing the remote from the TV stand, Prompto relinquished it to Primam's hold before he told her that he was going to get some popcorn made for the two of them as well as some drinks. As he walked off, he told her to 'start it without me' as he checked the cupboards of his kitchen for his container of popcorn kernels.

Once Prompto had come back with their show snack as well as some bottles of water, the night was…relaxing. A nice change of pace for Primam as the two of them watched the DVD through and the four episodes of Of Winter's Grip on it. Or…tried to, at any rate. With the episodes being nearly hour-long endeavors each, Primam's body had other plans as she nestled on one side of the couch and had curled up over time.

"So, that's it so far," Prompto started. He looked over at Primam. "What did you thin—"

Prompto paused, a soft scoff leaving his lips before he got up. Primam's eyes were closed, and her shoulders rose and fell with her slow, rhythmic breathing. She had fallen asleep.

Running a hand through his hair, Prompto paced over to his room and got the extra blanket he had set out as well as grabbed one of the chocobo plushes he had. Bringing them back over to Primam, he carefully draped the blanket over her to keep her warm…or…something. Prompto never really understood how Primam's mild hypoesthesia worked.

Taking the chocobo plush from under his arm, he then gently brought it to her face. Prompto watched as Primam scrunched her nose slightly, but his favorite part he knew would happen, happened. Primam reached up instinctively, taking hold of the plush then hugged it to herself, nuzzling her cheek and nose into it before she settled back into place.

"… Sleep tight, Prim. See you in the morning…" Prompto quietly said, going over to turn off the television and then dim the lights. With a lingering glance in her direction, Prompto soon headed to his room to let her sleep in peace.

[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

[avianscribe]

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[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.

@drxcorelibre - do not steal, plagiarise or repost my posts on any other social media. This is my only account.

[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.

.

.

.

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

[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?

[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.]

[primamchorus]

Toaded

I was struck by the desire to write toaded status effect shenanigans with the Covenant Forging trio.

Word count: 864

"… He's still a frog…" Primam said, crouching down next to the brown and white frog that had been trilling noisily — obnoxiously, even. It was clear that Tandem was not the least bit happy nor amused about this predicament after the fight they had against a nagarani.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what I can do in this instance… I suppose we should be thankful none of us were turned to stone like many of its previous encounters…" Lunafreya replied, slowly walking over. She was careful not to step too close to Tandem in fear of accidentally hurting him and then having to deal with him once he was no longer cursed.

Reaching down, Primam picked up Tandem in her hands, furrowing her brow the moment he started fussing. Scrunching her nose, she scolded him: "Cut it out! It'll be faster if I carry you!"

A few more feeble kicks were made before Tandem finally settled in Primam's grasp. Another low, angry trill that turned into an annoyed croak of indignation fell from him causing Primam to roll her eyes slightly. With a huff, she carefully made sure to cradle him in her hands before she and Lunafreya started walking toward the nearby haven they had been using for camp.

Once at camp, Primam made sure to fill one of their bowls with water before placing Tandem in it for the time being. This, of course, earned her another noise of disapproval. And, once again, Primam scolded him with another scrunch to her nose: "I'm not letting you dry out while we figure out how to take care of this."

"Will he be fine?" Lunafreya asked, concern evident in her expression.

"Uh…" Primam stood, taking the bowl with her. Tandem certainly looked as riddled with malcontent as a frog could. Pursing her lips as she looked down at him, Primam hummed in thought. "I think, other than his ego suffering the largest blow, he'll be fine… Probably."

Tandem croaked angrily in response.

Lunafreya drew her hands together, soon biting her bottom lip in thought as her brow furrowed slightly. There was something on her mind, and her body language had not gone missed by Primam.

"Is something wrong, Lady Oracle? Besides Tandem, I mean?" Primam asked. This time, Tandem made more of a discontented squeak at Primam's teasing.

"Well…" Lunafreya began, her brow furrowing further with thought and recollection. "Memories of old fairy tales I used to read with my sister spring to mind… And fairy tales are sometimes rooted in some semblance of reality…"

"Go on?" Primam’s expression grew into bemusement.

Lunafreya took in a breath and exhaled, not believing what she was about to say. "What if a…kiss from one considered a maiden is a solution to this conundrum?"

Silence.

Primam looked at Lunafreya with a blank expression, her mouth parting slightly.

It lingered for a long while, the only thing breaking through being the wind as it rustled the grass and tree branches.

Lunafreya fidgeted, her cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment.

Then finally:

"… Well I'm not kissing him. He's my brother." Primam held out the bowl to Lunafreya shortly after making her statement. Immediately, Tandem seemed to recoil, backing into the edge of the bowl furthest from Lunafreya. He even hissed. Likewise, Lunafreya seemed to flinch and shy away with a look of shock on her face.

"I-It was merely an amusing thought—" Lunafreya stammered, her face reddening more. She attempted to backpedal. "A statement made in jest."

"But you had a point," Primam replied flatly. She walked forward, the bowl still extended. "And Tandem is the strongest one between the three of us. If I burn up my mana too quickly, we'll be like sitting ducks for the Empire should they cross paths with us."

Glancing down at Tandem, Lunafreya grimaced before she reached into the bowl and grabbed him. Again, he fussed and squirmed. He made a noise Primam was not even sure frogs could make. However, Lunafreya frowned and pursed her lips, her expression telling all that needed to be told that she was not looking forward to committing to kissing him.

Psyching herself up, Lunafreya took in a breath and closed her eyes to try and at least eliminate the visual aspect of it. She puckered her lips and leaned in, soon feeling the wet and slimy texture of frog skin against her lips.

It was a quick, chaste peck, and the moment it happened, Lunafreya pulled away with a start. Though she tried to hide it, disgust was definitely evident in her expression. However, it seemed like something was happening as a green mist swirled around Tandem, causing Lunafreya to drop him in surprise.

Tandem landed on the surface of the haven stone with a wet plop, and after a moment, he was back to normal. The first thing he did was wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve, an annoyed look on his face. However, more than anything, it seemed like all three of them were surprised the kiss from Lunafreya even worked.

"… We are not speaking of this to anyone," Tandem said, his voice carrying a slight growl of annoyance to it.

[risingmoonyue]

Ignis, bursting into the room: I KNEW YOU WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER

Prompto, distractedly playing video games: We are? Man dude, why didn't you tell me?

Noctis, also distracted: Was a little busy bro

[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.

[writermich18]

FFXV Writing Prompt

"Our magic was never supposed to be bound to the Draconian."

That comment from the spirit who haunts this room causes Prince Regis to pause. He has been able to see spirits since he was a kid. This spirit, an old ancestor, has been chained to this room since he was killed in this room. The place where the Crystal used to rest back in the Healer King's time. This spirit hasn't spoken in all the time he's known him, Regis has been keeping him company anyways, until now. (No, he doesn't use this ancient abandoned room to hide from everyone and everything.)

Regis blinks, slowly putting down his sandwich, "What?"

"We weren't supposed to be bound to the Draconian," the spirit repeats softly, body pinned by a trident to a nonexistent Crystal. Trapped to repeat the events of his death over and over again. Regis hates that he can't do anything about it.

The spirit continues, as he flickers to be standing again in the center of the room, defensively and protectively standing in front of someone whose no longer there, "We once belonged to Eos, our patron and progenitor. But the Draconian grew greedy when Eos went to sleep and angry when Ifrit was betrayed."

Another flicker. This time, the spirit in blue with forever sad eyes stands before Regis, chains appearing around him trying to drag him back to where the Crystal once hanged. His death wounds covering his body, slowly dripping to the floor.

"Obsessed with his prophecies, right?" Regis asks.

The spirit nods. "He would sooner see us all die than deviate from the single possible future he Sees, instead of considering the possibilities which is the reality of futures near and far. The exact opposite of what we are supposed to represent and be."

Regis doesn't comment about the the spirit's sudden talkativeness nor his silent anger hidden behind his sorrow filled eyes. For Regis feels the burning indignation, injustice, rage, and grief that has lasted for generations since Oracle betrayed the Healer and Mystic, the need for justice and wish for freedom clawing at the back of his mind even as he hides it behind steel walls as trained to him by his father.

"What do I need to do to stop it?" Is all Regis asks, staring down the spirit.

A smile, cold and angry, slides on the Mystic's face.

[impatient-traveler]

My favorite part was when he said

and then suffered all over the place

[sleepyheadnat]

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.

—

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.

[lexsssu]

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.