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─── Hihihi I'm Lucii/Noel :3 ─── I use they/he/she as aux pronouns and thy/sin/lun/thon/xe as my neopronouns. I'm asexual, panromantic, and nonbinary too,,, ─── I'm very social,, bit theatrical too,,, pls talk to me,,,, /nf ─── I'm agere and alterhuman, may or may not post about that- my kintype is angelkin and I may or may not be cowkin! ─── I like Hazbin Hotel and South Park, and my favorite animals are ungulates? hooved animals? idk im stupid.

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[ghostshaarkmoved]

hmmm it appears your ask posts were NOT recent and tumblr was playing tricks on me by not refreshing your page. rude as hell

jksaf dw babe i love it

[trueking]

RULES: List five tropes applicable to your character, then tag others to do the same. (Tropes Wiki)

                                  REPOST! DO NOT REBLOG.

tagged by: @adagaium tagging: uhhhh fuck uh @bewachen / @mournsuns, @argxntcm, @darknessbled, @jcncva, @triggerxhappy, @strictomiles 

𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 — like his father and his father’s father before him, he wields the power of kings; he bears the royal arms and can harness the ring of the lucii. oh, and don’t forget the hyperspace arsenal. 

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 — to restore the light, you must give up your own light. equivalent exchange, an act of true love, the hero dies to bring light to the world and end the darkness. 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 — taken into the crystal for ten years, leaving the world to plunge into darkness, he finally returns to take the throne and restore light to the world. 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 — bearing the royal arms, a prince fights for his country .  .  . 

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — the chosen king of light, destined to banish the darkness at the cost of his own life

[chocobroness]

Now allow me to explain why I drew this! Have you ever read the book ‘The Girl Who owned a City’ ? If not, I recommend it, it’s a good book, and a personal favorite of mine. ANYWHO, the basis of that book is that a disease sweeps around the world and kills off adults and anyone over the age of 12 in a month so kids are in charge. And the story follows a girl who starts off simply protecting her and her younger brother and soon learns what it means to be a leader to a small community of children. I liked the idea and I was listening to the song Glory and Gore by Lorde and this AU just hit me like money hits a stripper on Saturday night.

So you know how the crystal of the Lucii is one of great power and only the true king can use it and blah blah. I’d like to think that after being connected to so many souls over the centuries it gains sentience. Power is nothing without knowledge to use it right? As such it is aware of Bahamut using it and is aware of what was done to the Royal bloodline.

The Crystal went to become somewhat loyal of the royal line since it was because of them that it became aware of itself in the first place. But as it watched as the line dwindled to just two and saw how the eldest accepted that the line would end sooner rather than later, it became very displeased after it learned what the draconian planned and that displeasure deepened after Noctis was born.

The crystal grew very fond of the young prince watching the little one grow and when it saw that Noctis was the one to be sacrificed, it was enraged. it’s fury reached further heights when it saw Regis simply accept that there was nothing he could do.

The crystal saw how traitors and spies and those full of greed filled the crown city. It saw the adults being the very enemies that they fought against and saw a king who was sadly blind to those traitors in the shape of trusted friends. It learned over the centuries of watching the royal line that if something was causing problems, you removed it and contained the very thing you needed to protect until a solution for the problem could be found.

So that’s what it did. It removed what it considered the problem. It removed every single adult in the city. Imagine the surprise every adult felt when they were essentially wrapped out of the city with nothing but the clothes on their backs? (And for the sake of not causing too many headaches the crystal is aware that infants and those under 5 can’t take care of themselves so they will be going with the adults. so basically anyone over 5 is now trapped in the crown city. )

Noctis was in school ready to go home when it happened so he witnessed the teacher vanishing right before the classes eyes. The moment the teacher vanished, he was suddenly hit with a surge of power that left him unresponsive. No one noticing except Prompto.

While all the kids were panicking and trying to leave the room, Noctis is then grabbed by Prompto and is lead to a quiet area where he can remain unharmed, Prompto managing to unlock his emergency phone and contacting Ignis to inform him and find out what’s going on.

(We’ll skip the adjustment phase and move on the the main point of the au. Cause if I don’t than I’m just needlessly writing stuff) the main point is Noctis is suddenly made into king at 8 years old. And he has to rule over a city of kids with Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto at his side. All while trying to figure out why they cannot leave.

Outside, the adults are all freaking out, Regis is beside himself when the ring suddenly crumbles away. Things are just turning stranger and stranger. And for the next 13 years, They have no clue what is happening within the city. Nothing can be seen clearly and any photos or videos taken are unacceptable. No form of communication whatsoever.

The gods themselves are questioning the circumstances as well. Especially Bahamut since he is essentially trapped within the crystal and can not speak at all. Forced to observe the Crystal’s actions.

The crystal itself quietly guiding Noctis and his friends to the truth and helping them find another way. All while Noctis ends up growing up while guiding a city full of young souls who know nothing of hardships.

The gods are confused. Bahamut is enraged. The adults are panicking. And Ardyn is thrown for a loop at the unexpected events that are taking place.

And the crystal watches it all.

(Please reblog! I want this to get around!)

[lciicwr]

JESUS??????????

Overhaul

[dizzymoogle]

Sorry I’m kind of forgetting to post stuff over here since I seem to be spending more time on Twitter now then Tumblr. A lot of the people I follow are also on Twitter and more active over there. There are also people that left here and are only on Twitter now.

My dash over here is pretty stagnant.

Also post interaction on this site in general has gone down hill. Most people only like posts now, people don’t really seem to reblog things that much anymore and when they do reblog stuff 99% of the time it’s just reblogged without any tags or anything. I’m noticing it on my dash with other people’s posts and with mine.

Reblogging without tags makes it hard for people to filter stuff out they don’t wanna see if they have stuff blocked. (trust me I’m seeing stuff on my dash sometimes I have filtered and it’s like “ugh please tag your stuff”) It also makes it hard to find stuff when you’re searching someone’s blog.

It just seems like reblogging is becoming a “press the button and move along” thing on this site....like I said no interaction. I’m noticing less comments on artists art posts etc

I’m still around I’m just really noticing the fallout of the purge now and the dwindling of the fandom over here (where as on twitter it seems like it’s chugging right along...*shrugs*)

I wish Twitter would let you post more then four pics in a tweet, more then 250 letters in a tweet, and had an archive system of some sort. Sadly posting is alot better over here but Twitter is more active.

I’m also tired of my shit getting flagged as adult content on here when I do post something. It happens almost every time I post to at least one post. It even happened tonight to the Noctis post with the Ring of the Lucii.

[strrylmnde]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Get to know your mutuals and followers 💙

hi lucii!! uh here goes

doing musical theatre!!! I mean that's what my blog was supposed to be so uh yeah

s l e e p considering how much i stay up late, sleep is always super nice ig

Disney World!!! I know they're problematic but please let me enjoy this it's like a second home

seeing the people around me happy!!! Especially when I've helped to cause that happiness

all of you!!! Each and everyone of you makes me so happy<3

[iconsofeverything]

Junkrat lockscreens!

Suggested by @lucii-fer, please reblog or like if you use!

[lciicwr]

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[fragmenthearted]

STATS; REPOST, DON’T REBLOG !

・・・・・★ BASICS.

FULL NAME:   Ardyn Lucis Caelum Izunia NICKNAME:   Immortal Accursed, Man of No Consequence, Suspicious Stranger AGE: Middle aged, likely 38-41 range; Over two millennia BIRTHDAY:   A.E. [unspecified]-III-20th (March 20th) NATIONALITY:   Solheim/Lucis (former), Niflheim (current) PLACE OF BIRTH:   Outskirts of the capital of Solheim CURRENT LOCATION:  Zegnatus Keep - probably. PRONOUNS:   He/him (but isn’t bothered by others) S-ORIENTATION:  Grey-demisexual (mainly (?)) R-ORIENTATION:  Grey-demiromantic RELIGION:  Hexatheon - no patron (former), None (current) LANGUAGES:  Common, Ancient Solheim

VOICE:   Darin De Paul

・・・・・★ PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

EYE COLOR:  Hazel / Amber HAIR COLOR: Deep Auburn / Gray Claret HEIGHT:   188 cm (6′2") BODY BUILD:  Mesomorph 

・・・・・★ NOTABLE FEATURES.

Charismatic 

Dubious

Fedora

Unusual gait

・・・・・★ PHOBIAS & DISEASES.

PHOBIAS: Cleithrophobia, (mild) autophobia DISEASES:  Starscourge, (mild) photosensitivity

・・・・・★ PERSONALITY.

GENERAL IMPRESSION:  He’s questionable at best. Why would you ever a trust a man like this except in dire circumstances? Underneath the grandiloquent facade, however, lies a much colder side that thinks little of causing death and destruction as suits his goals. Once, long ago, he was known as a kind and noble man - an unexpected fall from the gods’ grace, an utter betrayal, and an unspeakable punishment for his altruistic attempts seems to have turned him petty and cruel. MORAL ALIGNMENT:  True Neutral

・・・・・★ MISC.

・・★ LIKES:

Twilight

Mechanical systems

Chocobos 

Small animals

・・★ DISLIKES:

The Lucii 

The Fluerets

The Prophecy 

The Crystal

Ideologues

[kingsglaivewulfrics-blog]

repost. do not reblog!

name of your character: nyx ulric

one picture you like best of your character: 

( tbh any pics of him with his ring of lucii scars or w/luna coUGHS LOUDLY )

two headcanons that youve never told anyone:

( fuck i am notoriously BAD at headcanons casually just copies/pastes headcanons i posted in his about )

nyx never flat-out says goodbye to anyone, instead speaking different words as his own way at saying farewell. he’s not… good at saying goodbye, especially emotional ones. considers it too… permanent. that, and he’s not good at “deep emotions” that might come out from a goodbye, instead deciding to make it seem more mild -- etc: “watch your back out there”

nyx carries a ‘good luck charm’, a small trinket that was birthday present from his younger sister selena when he turned twenty years old, in his pocket. it’s something that he prefers to keep secretive towards himself, and even people whom he’d consider himself close to are unaware of him carrying it around. the only person that he’s probably shown it to was libertus. after selena gets.... killed... nyx takes special care of the trinket since it’s one of the few things he has left of her to remember her by.

three things that your character likes doing in their free time:

drinking alcohol. lmao. with or without friends, he drinks to temporarily forget, even if he’s a heavy weight. 

watching the li’l malbuddy cartoon. a habit that stemmed from watching it with his sister when they were younger. old habits die hard 

keeping busy --- mainly training, or wandering around outside. the less concentration on himself, the better. 

seven people that your character tolerates:

(more like i couldn’t think of two others canonically noteworthy of mentioning)

libertus. dude’s his best friend of course he tolerates his shit and vice versa. 

crowe. even if he jokes saying she’s snarky all the time. he considers her like a ‘lil sister much like libertus, even if he’s more quiet about it. 

king regis. he may not politically agree with all the king’s views, but he’s unwaveringly loyal to the king. 

titus. he gives his captain shit all the damn time but he does it to show he cares. probably. 

lunafreya. she’s... something else, that’s for sure. nyx tries not to linger too much on what he really thinks about her. 

ignis. crackotpwitmomosamiriteoramirite

gladiolus. crackotpwitarisamiriteoramirite

two things your character regrets:

the obvious elephant in the room --- his inability to save his sister’s life. this has bothered him so immensely he suffers PTSD episodes from her, especially when he’s about to evoke certain actions/choices during combat. the flashbacks come more frequently when he’s safe and alone. 

solely ship dependent w/ @/divinitychosen’s lunafreya --- not being able to follow his duty to the end in escorting her to altissia, and watching her be safe and happy. 

two fears your character has:

not having any powers, even if he won’t flat-out admit it. he feels the need to get stronger, stronger, stronger to make sure he’ll be able to save anyone else. he’s failed his sister already. he’s not about to fail another person if he can help it, his own life and well being be damned. his ‘heroics’ stem from this belief. 

idk i can’t think of a second one atm

tagged by: @/shadow-the-assassino​ (ty for the tag!!)

tagging:   steal it xoxo

[randomfandomimagine]

Sunshine in the Moonlight. Chapter 21, Epilogue: The Big Day

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Prompto x Alexandria (OC)

Previous Chapter - Chapter Index

Wattpad - AO3

Tagging list: @toranyx, @prince-of-wind, @ghadah1421

A/N: This is the last chapter, and I just wanna thank everyone who read, liked, reblogged and commented on the story. I really had so much fun writing it and developing the characters and just somehow interacting with that universe was amazing, so thank you for sharing this experience with me making it even more special :P Please enjoy reading the last of the story and let me know what you think about it! :3

“Alex? Xanders!” The familiarity of that voice was comforting. “Alex, p-please say something. Anything”

It was disturbing to sense so much pain and sadness in that otherwise upbeat voice. Why was he so heartbroken?

“What happened?” I uttered weakly, feeling like even separating my eyelids was tiring.

I opened my eyes, however, and was received with a comforting pair of blue eyes very close to me. But there were tears in them, they were drowned in fright and concern. Until my eyes locked with him and relief washed through them in the blink of an eye.

“Alex!! Oh, Gods!” A strangled noise came from Prom’s throat as he urgently held me against his chest, so tight that I could barely breathe. “I thought I lost you!”

Ignis’ familiar sigh sounded next to him. His trembling hand fell upon my shoulder.

“I would venture to say that you’re to give up your vitality in order to maintain the light” He said, even if his voice was low and slightly broken.

“Kid, you almost gave me a freaking heart attack” Gladio heavily sighed as well, taking a hand to his chest. “The scares you give me!”

I weakly smiled as Prompto helped me sit up against his torso. His arms wrapped around me stronger than ever, in the neediest embrace we exchanged so far. When he buried his face in my neck, I could have sworn he was sobbing. He was definitely shaking.

I looked up to the other figure worriedly looking down to me. Noctis. Alive.

“Is that the pri… king?” I extended a hand that he gently took. “That’s it, I did it”

“Yeah, you did it alright” He replied, almost reprimanding me. “Something stupid, that’s what you did!”

“I hate you so much for scaring me like this, Xanders…” Prompto whispered against my skin, forcing me to chuckle awkwardly as he hadn’t heard a word anyone else said.

“But I’m alive…” Honestly, I expected to reunite with Regis and Lady Lunafreya.

“It is still a sacrifice, Alexandria” Ignis stated, taking me by my free hand.

Specs tried to pull me up, but Prompto held tighter on to me, claiming me. He sniffled through his nose and pressed his face closer against me.

“Okay…” He gave in after a brief moment. “You can hug her, but then I get to hug her again”

Still resting my back against his chest while he uncovered his face from the crook of my neck, I lovingly caressed his cheek with the back of my hand.

I didn’t know for how long I was unconscious for, but I definitely scared them very badly.

Between Noctis and Ignis, I was pulled to my feet only when Prompto’s arms allowed them to. Once my legs had to hold up all my weight, I wobbled due to a sudden and strong dizzy spell.

Their hands on mine, as well as Gladio’s on my back, steadied me before Prompto could recover quickly enough to realize what was happening.

“I thought Prompto here was the only one that did stupid things” The big guy said with a grin.

“That is debatable” Ignis humored him, squeezing my hand before letting go of it.

“She got it from me” Prompto said in an emotional high-pitched voice, just recovered from his sobbing.

The three of them hugged me at once, making me feel welcome. Making me feel lucky that my sacrifice had paid off. That thanks to Regis I was spared with my life, even though paying a great price in spite of it all. I was exhausted beyond belief, a state that I assumed would accompany me for the rest of my life.

Too impatient to wait until I was relieved from their embrace, Prompto joined as the five of us met for a group hug.

Ardyn was gone. We were all alive and well. The light was restored to the world.

For once, we were allowed to be happy.

  The coronation ceremony made me jittery. It was a big occasion yet there was absolutely no reason for me to be restless or nervous. I wasn’t the one who would have everyone’s attention on them. Although it was my first day as an official Crownsguard, perhaps that explained it. Or should I say Crownsguard slash Kingsglaive? Because I was wearing the uniform of the latter.

I took a deep breath as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and adjusted my outfit. I wondered where Iggy had gone with the crown. Where was Prompto? And Gladio as well? I felt so vulnerable there alone!

A hand heavily patted my back, answering one of those questions. I saw Gladio’s reflection in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me and placed a hand over my shoulder.

“Nervous, princess?”

“Terrified, actually” I sighed, nibbling on my lip as I examined myself in search for anything in my appearance that I should fix. “Bet you’re restless too!”

“Not even one bit” He seemed cool as a cucumber. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”

His playful and jokingly smug attitude got me to smile, breathing out and calming my nerves slightly.

“Here’s the prettiest girl in Eos!” Another person rushed into the room, winking an eye at me and hugging me from behind. “How ya doing, sweetie pie?”

I was endeared by one of the most recent nicknames Prom started calling me. He always came up with them, and each one was cuter.

Knowing cheesiness ensued with the pair of us, Gladio held his hands up in refusal and quickly got away from us. We sometimes took advantage of his reaction to our cutesy couple things to get a good laugh out of it.

“Trying not to panic”

“Don’t even worry” Prompto lively stood next to me, there where Gladio was a moment ago, and smiled at me from the reflection. “You’ll do great, baby”

His arms sneaked around my waist and pulled me against his side, a habit that he developed since I used to get too weak and tired to stand on my own sometimes. One of the disadvantages of putting the ring of the Lucii on that one time. Now that I was to use all my vitality to serve the kingdom just like Noct, I understood him more. I too wished to nap non stop as I felt extremely weak and tired. Yet even when it got to the point that I would unexpectedly faint, it was worth it in the end as it made the big day possible.

The moment I put the ring on felt like a lifetime ago, even if it happened around one month in the past.

Prompto caught me with my guard down when he kindly tickled my sides, causing me to sink to his side. Tickling me was his go-to technique to get me to smile when I was distraught, and it was quite an endearing gesture.

He chuckled as I turned around to be face to face with him.

“I can suddenly get one of my faltering moments and fall over, or even swoon!” I openly voiced my worries, trusting him entirely to do so.

“People know about them, so it’s fine” Prompto kissed me in the cheek to encourage me. “And besides, we’ll get you if that happens”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just walk calm and slow. You’ll be okay, cutiepie!”

 “I guess…” I tilted my head to the side, still not too convinced. “It’s just that they gave me such an important task… carry the crown, no less!”

“Yes, you’ve been given that honor because you made the coronation possible in the first place!” I blushed slightly at the praising. Surely, one of them would have done so for Noctis if I hadn’t.

“But what if do I fall, Prom?” I locked eyes with him, hoping their softness would provide me with serenity and comfort. Which they did, as usual.

“I won’t let you fall” His arms held me tightly as his lips gently met with mine.

“I believe you already have Prompto to help you…” Ignis’ voice interrupted our kiss. We urgently pulled away out of respect as soon as he announced his presence.

“H-Hey, Igster!” Prom cleared his throat, as he sometimes behaved around him awkwardly, as though Ignis was actually my older brother. He definitely could be overprotective as one. “Just… y’know… chatting with Xanders over here”

“Not quite what I heard from here” The man walked towards us, confident yet playful.

“I was just leaving anyway” Prompto was flustered by his presence and the fact that he caught us kissing. Wasn’t he adorable?

Indeed, my boyfriend hurriedly left the room to give us some time alone. Ignis surely had words of his own to dedicate me.

“He will never replace you, Iggy” I quickly told my best friend. “No one can”

“I certainly hope so, darling” He flashed me a sober and tiny smile.

Without saying anything else, he offered me something in his hands. A small red cushion with black ornaments, containing the official coronation crown. It wasn’t the usual Lucis crown, as this one resembled the more traditional circular and golden one. Noct would wear his actual kingly crown on a daily basis, the one like his father’s that only occupied one side of his head. The one displayed in the red cushion was solely for the coronation.

“It is time” Ignis encouraged me upon noticing I wasn’t taking it.

“Of course” Gingerly, I picked it up and carried it carefully.

I was to deliver the crown to the king in order to initiate the coronation ceremony. I had rehearsed my movements countless times. Upon delivering the crown, I would walk over to the side of the throne where my other three friends would be waiting for me. To represent the king’s personal bodyguards.

“I am so proud of you, Alexandria” Unexpectedly, Ignis left a fraternal kiss on my head that nearly made me drop the cushion and crown. “I always knew you would achieve great things, being the extraordinary young woman you are”

“I-Iggy…” I whined, in a way that reminded myself of Prompto. “Noct is the one to be complimented today, not me”

He let out a soft yet genuine chuckle that passed on to me as well.

“I suppose so, Alex”

“Psst!” A disheveled mop of blond hair stuck out at the door. “Guys, we’re up!”

Ignis solemnly nodded and walked over to the door, which Prompto held open for him. Then he fidgety came in and gave me the brightest smile to cheer me up.

“Nervous, sunshine?” I asked him, feeling like the crown weighted a lot in my hands even though it actually was quite light.

“A little” He coolly shrugged one shoulder. “But I’m more excited than anything”

“Me too” Too see Noct finally wearing his crown, owning what was rightfully his after such an arduous and long struggle… it was… exhilarating.

“For luck!” Prom lovingly smacked his lips in mine before running off the room, making me grin out of fondness and adoration.

Taking a deep breath, I pictured in my head the scene we had rehearsed. Gladio, the Shield, was to lead the way. After that followed Ignis, the royal advisor. Prompto was right behind, and I would followed after him. I nodded to myself, knowing I wouldn’t ruin such a special moment if my friends were there standing by me. Having my back.

The door was open, so I went through the threshold and immersed myself in the throne room where thousands of people stood expectantly. I could see Iris, and Talcott. Even Cid and Cindy!

I remembered Prom’s advice and walked slowly behind him, noticing how he subtly looked over his right shoulder to check on me. I had to conceal a smile because of that.

The throne at the other end of the room seemed to be so far away, especially to my weakened body, but we eventually got to the staircase that led to it. Like we had rehearsed, while my friends walked up the steps to stand next to the throne, I walked closer to Cor. The Marshall took the crown from me with a head nod and turned around to Noctis, who gracefully stood before everyone at the end of the stairs.

On cue, I walked the steps to meet with my friends and faced the crowd, holding my head up with dignity. And trying not to make too obvious how emotional I got when I saw Noct.

I occupied my established spot between Ignis and Prompto. The latter wrapped an arm around me again, taking advantage that we stood so close to each other that no one would notice. That day it wasn’t too bad, but I did feel quite faint and so I appreciated his thoughtful gesture. Ignis’ hand also found its way to the middle of my back and reassuringly rested there as well. And I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of a wink coming from Gladio. I felt safe as long as my friends stood by me. Protective as always.

Footsteps resonated against the entire throne room as Cor approached the king. He had been given the task to put the crown on the new king by Noct himself. After all, Cor ‘The Immortal’ had been a loyal servant to Regis before Noctis as well. And I could see the pride and joy in his eyes as he prepared to crown Noctis.

“I hereby pronounce you Noctis Lucis Caelum, king of Lucis” Cor proclaimed out loud, with a clear and grave voice that gave me chills.

I observed Noctis, beaming with pride.

Anyone can be a prince, it is nothing but an heir. A king on the other hand must earn his title, show his strength and morals. And Noct had done many great things to be called king.

“Long live the King!” Ignis initiated the chant, which people soon joined.

I could hear Gladio’s potent voice louder than anyone’s as he chanted those four words as well. His eyes were shining with fulfillment when I looked at him.

Prompto’s voice broke next to me as he fought with himself to get over the emotional cracks coming from his throat.

I just was overwhelmed with emotion as I chanted along with everyone, but stopped when his eyes fell on us. Noctis dedicated me that sweet but mischievous smirk I knew so well.

“Long live the king…” I whispered with happy tears in my eyes. “You will be a great one, King Noctis”

THE END

[lciicwr]

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About the Muse

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Tagged by : @triggerxhappy (ty babe! <3) Tagging : steal it

NAME: Ignis Stupeo Scientia NICKNAME: Igs, Specs (megane-kun), Igster, Iggy, Iggle, Iggy Ducky GENDER: Male AGE: 22-32, it’s verse dependent DATE OF BIRTH: 07 Feb ME 734 OCCUPATION: Royal Advisor, Chancellor of Lucis (verse dependent), Duke

☆ APPEARANCE ☆

EYE COLOR: Green HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blond HEIGHT: 183 cm (6'0") SCARS: He has a few from training and falling during club activities like the one on his upper arm and another on his forearm. After using the ring: his nose, eyebrow, left side of his face from his eye down to his cheek, on his middle fingers where he put on the ring stretching up his hand to his arm.  OVERWEIGHT: No UNDERWEIGHT: No

☆ FAVORITE ☆

COLOR/S: Blue, purple, black ANIMAL/S:  Cats MOVIE/S:  Documentaries, historical, mystery  TV SHOW/S:  None really FOOD:  Savory foods like paella, risotto, or meat pies.  DRINK/S:  Coffee, sparkling water BOOK/S: Guidebooks, historical biographies, mystery novels 

☆ HAVE THEY ☆

PASSED UNIVERSITY: Yes HAD SEX: Verse dependent  HAD SEX IN PUBLIC: Verse dependent  GOTTEN PREGNANT: No KISSED A BOY: Verse dependent KISSED A GIRL: Verse dependent GOTTEN TATTOOS: Verse dependent HAD A BROKEN HEART: Yes BEEN IN LOVE: Yes STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS: Yes

☆ ARE THEY ☆

A VIRGIN: Verse dependent A KISSER: Depends on the person SCARED EASILY:  No JEALOUS EASILY:  Depends TRUSTWORTHY:  Yes IN LOVE:  Verse dependent SINGLE: Verse dependent

☆ RANDOM QUESTIONS ☆

HAVE THEY HARMED THEMSELVES: Does putting on the Ring of Lucii count? THOUGHT OF SUICIDE: No ATTEMPTED SUICIDE: No WANTED TO KILL SOMEONE:  Yes DROVE A CAR:  Yes HAVE/HAD A JOB:  Yes HAVE ANY FEARS: Losing Noctis

☆ FAMILY ☆

SIBLING/S: In most cases since he grew up with Noctis and Gladio, so brothers (kind of) PARENTS: Lucidus Telum Scientia and his wife Merise Valmont Scientia. Hands off parents who do care about their son, but they’re quite hard on him due to expectations.  CHILDREN: N/A PET/S: None at the moment

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Requiem for Pitioss (1)

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“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

The last thing I need is inspiration for a new fanfic. BUT I’m motivated, so hheeerrrreeee we go.

There are several dungeons mentioned in this fic, and I’m taking some liberties with them. I read the fan theory about Pitioss, and I like it, but I’m also going to embellish some ideas of my own.

Also, I watched Episode Ignis, and HOLY— I had to rewrite sections of the fic. Sorry for any spoilers.

I don’t usually post until I have a few chapters written, but I want to see how many people are interested in this. So if you like what you read, please reblog!

–

The knife that sunk into Luna’s side caused Noctis physical pain. His eyes were wide in horror as Ardyn withdrew the blade. He fought to stand as he watched Luna bless the man, only to be slapped across the face.

“Oh Prince! You’re bride awaits!” The devil called.

Noctis summoned his Engine Blade as Ardyn began to leave, flung his blade out, and caught the man between the shoulder blades with a warp strike.

Ardyn doubled over as Noctis scrambled over to Luna and took her in his arms, supporting her on her feet. “Luna…”

“Noctis…” She held on weakly. “Don’t worry about me. You have to finish the covenant with the Hydraean.”  

He shook his head. “I can’t leave you. I understand I have to do this, but it means nothing…if I can’t be with you.”

“Please Noctis…” She begged, “I’ll be here when you return.”

“You promise?” He held up his pinky, like they had when they were children.

She smiled, “I promise,” and hooked her pinky with his.

“How sweet.” Ardyn appeared behind them, holding Noctis’ blade in hand. He tossed it to his feet. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to die.”

“How did you—“ Noctis couldn’t even finish his sentence. He had clearly impaled the man, but here he stood without problem.

“You see, that’s the thing about being immortal.” Ardyn smiled. “That means I can’t die.” Then he gave a more serious look. “But it appears your darling dear can.”

Luna held more tightly to Noctis’ clothes in an effort not to fall.

“Stay back!” Noctis barked, spitting venom.

“Oh, such a fight in you! How exciting.” He turned to leave, displaying a hole in the back of his jacket. “I’ve done all I can here. But we’ll meet again. Rather soon I hope.” He waved. “Ta-ta!”

The prince wanted to fight, but found his strength failing as he sank to the ground, Luna following suit.

“Tiny little mortals, what can a tiny babe know of love?” Leviathan taunted, reminding them the battle wasn’t over yet.

“Go,” she urged, reaching for her trident. “I will help you.”

He was unable to answer as he fell forward, bracing himself on his hands. He was so tired…

Luna held up the trident, a yellow light encompassing it.

A warmth, like a lovers embrace, took Noctis in a blinding brightness. He raised into the air as the trident left Luna’s hands and she collapsed to the ground. Noctis floated before his foe, the armiger floating around him threateningly.

“You have proven yourself to be strong, O King. But physical strength alone cannot persuade me.” Leviathan screamed.

Noctis shouted in return and warped into his attack. Each blow hit it’s mark, numbing his hands and causing Leviathan to shriek. Finally, he took hold of Luna’s trident and pierced the hide of the serpent, ripping all the way down the chest. This was his last blow, and the residual energy set him down gently beside Luna.

The Oracle scooted across the ground, pulling herself to sit beside him, scooping him up in her arms.

“I did it.” He whispered.

“Yes, you did.” She responded, resting her forehead on his. “Blessed stars of life and light…”

The Hydraean let out a shriek as water continued to spray the city. Luna curled around his head, trying to protect him from the onslaught of waves. His hand reached out and wrapped around her back, gently touching her skin.

In front of them, a large black figure rose up from the sea.

Exhausted, Luna felt herself slipping, and laid on the ground, with Noctis still in her arms.

His deep blue eyes opened, just barely able to look at her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so weak…”

“As am I…” she said quietly. Her words were barely audible over the roar of the waves and the trembling earth. “A chance to see you once more…who would have thought?”

“Why wouldn’t you see me again?” He asked, his brow crinkling.

“Because…my prayers have been answered. My calling fulfilled…”

“But…that doesn’t have to come between us.”

Her smile was heart-breaking. “You are the one Noctis. The stars shine for you now. That which was yours by right, will be fulfilled to you.”

She slipped her hand in his, knotting their fingers together. Then together, they closed their eyes.

The waiting landscape was a void, only dotted with sylleblossoms. Two children stood among them, looks of longing on both faces.

“Do you remember the flowers of Tenebrae? It seems so long ago.” Luna’s voice was clear as a bell. Healthier and warmer than it had been a moment ago. “You will find they await you still, blooming from hill to vale.”

“Will you be there?” The boy responded.

Luna, hesitant, shook her head dismally, beckoning forth a cold wind. Her skirts flowed freely, as she grew into the beautiful woman Noctis had only beheld for the first time a moment ago. “Would that I could join you…but this moment…will have to be enough.”

The flowers dissolved, turning to dust in the wind. The boy shivered, the coldness of death seeping into his bones. “It’s not right…” Tears kissed his cheeks, and he did nothing to hold them back. “All I…All I wanted was to save you…” He sniffed. “You promised you’d be waiting for me.”

“And I did…but now I must go.” She stooped to pluck a blossom. “When the world falls down around you, and hope is lost…”

He didn’t want to hear this.

“When you find yourself alone in a lightless place.”

Not her, not now…

“Look to the distance, know that I am there.”

In the distance…where he’d never be able to reach her.

“And that I will watch over you…always.” She held the blossom out to him only to let it drift on.

“No…no!”

“Farewell, dear Noctis…”

He took a shuttering breath and surged forward, his childhood innocence melting away and leaving a Prince with too big of shoes to fill. He kicked and he flailed, but she was just out of reach. Luna’s eyes closed and she slipped into the darkness.

The blossom melted too, giving way to the Ring of Lucii. The item that destiny dictated he wear. It made him sick just to look at it. But Luna had left it for him, and so he cupped it in his hand. His body still shook with sobs as he gripped the item tightly in his fist.

Gravity switched, and he was on his side and he was drenched. His eyes shot open, only to see the halted chest of Luna. He pulled away from her, looking down at her cold, motionless body.  

“Luna…?” He whispered, terrified of the truth. But she was cold to the touch and her dress was soaked red. “LUNA!!” He screamed, lifting her into his arms. Her head lulled back. “No! This can’t be happening!! It can’t!”

It was then that he heard the gasping breath coming from beside him. He glanced over, disgusted by the intruder, only to see Ignis. Silvery scars littered his exposed skin and over his eyes.

“…Iggy?”

The ring laid between them, and everything made sense.

Noctis shook his head in denial and pulled Luna closer to him.

Damn fate. Damn the Astrals. Damn the Crystal. Damn the Scourge and the daemons. And damn him for being unable to anything about any of it.

He heard footsteps coming toward him, but he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Dude…” Prompto spoke, watching the scene in front of him.

Titan and Leviathan had retreated. Night had set, and the couple were framed in moonlight.

It would have been romantic, if not horribly tragic.

Noctis cupped Luna’s face, his tears dripping on her cheeks. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry….” He kissed her cold lips gently, scared that she would just disappear in his arms.

And she did. Gold light burned from within her, and she dissolved into flower petals. He watched them dance away, coldness setting upon his chest.

A hand gripped his shoulder. “She’s gone.” Gladio’s cold voice said.

Noctis shook his head and curled in on himself, weeping.

—

The next day, much later than anyone else, Noctis awoke with a feeling of emptiness. The night had been a blur. He was terribly worried about Ignis, who was rushed off to be treated for burns. While he himself had been steered to his room. Gladio stripped him of his shirt and shoved his head under the faucet of cold water. Then Prompto toweled him dry and put him to bed. Now he was mostly awake. His hair was a mess and he was bleary eyed, but he was awake.

“So you returned to us.” Said Ignis, plainly. “I’ll let the others know…though it may take a while.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you need rest?”

“I’ll be fine. It’s just superficial damage. A small sacrifice…in the greater battle.”

“And Luna?”

Ignis turned away from him, quiet for a moment. “I think you know.”

Noctis nodded solemnly.

“I think it is in our best interest for us to return to Lestallum.”

“What?! No we can’t!”

The horrible images that the ring had shown him flashed in Ignis’ eyes. “There have been so many sacrifices…what if there’s more to come?”

“That’s just it. We can’t stop now, or all of their sacrifices will have been in vain. Please don’t give up, Iggy.” The King was practically begging, though he was sore and tired himself.

Ignis sighed. “I don’t intend to give up…just…I think we should retreat for the time being. I believe that you and I are not in the best condition to move on yet. Gladio and Prompto were also injured in the fight, but not badly.”

“That’s good.” Noctis sighed. “Alright. We’ll go back to Lucis. But whatever we do there, I’d like to stay busy, or else…” he swallowed. “I’d like to forget about the last 24 hours.”

“Understandable.” Said Ignis, with consolation. He wandered over to the bed and reached out to touch Noctis’ shoulder, but touched his head instead. He didn’t correct himself. “It’s alright to mourn, you know. Even a King is allowed emotions.”

“Right…sure.”

Ignis withdrew and turned to the door. “Well…get dressed. We’ll be heading out soon.”

—

Back in Cape Caem, the group stood among their friends. Once the events of Altissa were revealed, tears were shed and hugs were bestowed. Though, Noctis was resolved not to cry anymore. A king shouldn’t show weakness.

“It’s late,” stated Gladio. “Whatever our next move is, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

The Prince said nothing, and only breezed past his friends and headed outside. The darkness, despite the threat it held, was a comfort to him. He made his way up to the lighthouse.

“Noctis, wait!” Prompto called out to him.

Wait, he did.

“I…I know you want to be alone. But I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Out of all of those who could be with him, he was glad it was Prompto. He always spared a kind word, and his own insecurities made him feel really human. His heart was bigger then anyone’s.

“Okay.” Noctis said after a beat. “I’m just going to look at the stars.”

“Sounds fun!”

The duo rode the elevator up to the top deck, and then exited, leaning against the railing.

Prompto wasn’t usually the type to have patience for sitting around. Fishing trips were boring, but he still went because he enjoyed spending time with his buddy. But at this moment, staring at the stars in silence, it felt right. It might have been minutes or hours, but neither knew. It was just a matter of letting their thoughts go and watching as the world went by.

But eventually, that silence came to an end, and Prompto blurted out without thinking. “Did you love her?”

Noctis was quiet, still trapped in his trance. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. I still do.”

“Would you…bring her back, if you could?”

“In a heart beat.”

Prompto frowned, hating seeing his friend in so much pain. “I wish I could have met her. She seemed really nice…you know, from the one letter she sent me.”

Noctis smiled. “That’s just like her though.”

“So…she was nice. What else was she like?”

Noctis sigh wistfully, “Nice doesn’t even cut it. She had the most gentle spirit. Any word she said was comforting. And she was unfathomably wise. She always knew what to say. I was fortunate to be able to confide in her during some of my awkward stages.”

“To be fair, you’re still in an awkward stage.”

“Shut up.”

Prompto giggled. “That’s why she made such a good Oracle.”

“Yeah…” Noctis glanced down to the water below, watching the waves crash into the rocks in the moonlight. “She also had a wicked sense of humor.”

“Really? I never would have thought.”

“She was always so prim and proper, but in our journal, that’s when she was able to be herself.” He looked over to Prompto, and pretended he wasn’t choking up. “I always knew we’d be married some day. She knew too. Not just because of destiny and the bond between the Oracle and the True king…but…” He shook his head. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“No way dude, what is it?”

“I think we were Soulmates.”

Prompto’s shoulders sunk. “Soulmates, huh? Thats…that’s a powerful word.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I don’t know any better because I haven’t ever loved anyone else.” Noctis looked away again, turning around to look across the landscape. The Disc of Cauthess was burning in the distance. “Thanks. For letting me be real, and not making fun of me. I couldn’t have said any of that around Gladio.”

“I bet Gladio wouldn’t have asked.”

“True.”

“So…” Prompto nudged him with his elbow. “What do you want to do now?”

“We should head toward the Empire…but I’m worried about Ignis.”

“Me too, man.” Prompto screwed up his lips. “I…am not really looking forward to that mountain yet either. I dislocated my hip turning the fight with Leviathan. It’s back now, but it still hurts to walk.” He looked bashful, “sorry, I didn’t mean to complain.”

“You’re fine. To be honest, I don’t want to go to the Empire either…I don’t know if I’m strong enough to face….whatever awaits us there. Ardyn, daemons…or an army. I just…need something else first.”

“Hey, that’s an idea! We can look for more royal tombs!”

Noctis nodded, smiling softly, “good idea. I bet Specs and Gladio would go for it.”

“Then it’s settled.” Prompto clapped, invigorated. “Let’s get to bed.”

The two walked back to the cabin, feeling at least a little better.

On the porch waited a visitor.

“Umbra?” Noctis approached the dog carefully, holding out his hand. “Hey boy…”

Umbra whined, and leaned into the affectionate pet. Noctis took out the journal, and flipped through the pages, just to be close to Luna for a moment, but then, at the last page, a sylleblossom was pressed in the paper.

“Oh…” Noctis sighed. “Why must I be tormented like this?”

“Soulmates dude.” Prompto shrugged, sympathetically. “She’s watching over you.”

Noctis nodded, but didn’t feel any better.

—

The ride to Lestallum was mostly made in silence, but not for the lack of trying on Prompto’s part. Noctis and him sat in the back, while Gladio drove and Ignis rode shotgun, since he couldn’t drive anymore.

But as Prompto looked over his gaggle of friends, he began to worry about the brotherly bond they had formed. It seemed the death of the Oracle had been a tragedy in many, many ways.

Noctis kept his hand in a fist, where he held the Ring. He hadn’t shown anyone the item, but the burden it saddened him with was almost too great to bare. On more then one occasion, he had begged Gladio to pull over to vomit.

“The hell is with you?” Gladio finally asked on the third pull over. “I’m not that bad of a driver.”

“It’s not you.” Noctis assured. “I’m just…dealing with stuff.”

“Yeah, well we’re all dealing with stuff, cool guy.” He spit, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. “And I don’t hear anyone else complaining.”

“I’m not complaining! I just don’t want to get sick on the upholstery!” The Prince argued back.

“Bullshit! I’ve been listening to you sniffling back there like a goddamn child! You’re a King, act like it!”

“My fiancée died two days ago! Let me grieve!”

Gladio turned around, and pinned him with his blood red eyes. “And hundreds more people are going to die! Are you going to be known as the crying, selfish, baby King? Maybe if you stopped moping around, you’d give a shit about someone worse off then you. Get over it!”

“I am over it!” Noctis lied.

“How does that ring fit? Rather carry it then wear it?”

“Shut up!”

“She gave her life so you could do your duty, not sit around and feel sorry for yourself!”

“I know!”

“No, you don’t! Ignis took one for you too, and for what?”  

“Enough Gladio.” Ignis cut in. “I’ve listened long enough. Let Noctis grieve now, or else it’ll happen at the most inopportune time.”

Gladio curled his lip up in a snarl. “Fine. Keep spoiling him, see if I care.” He turned back around, and turned the car on. “Let the coward cry.”

“Gladio—“ Prompto tried to intervene.

“I get it!” Noctis shouted, his voice breaking, hating to be subjected to this cruelty. “I get it.”

It seemed that the King had the last word as no one could fight with the pain in his voice. Noctis, hurt, turned his face away and looked at the scenery as Gladio started to drive again. A hand rested on his shoulder, and he turned to see Prompto with a gentle, reassuring smile.

He didn’t even try to return it.

—  

Some time around 12:00, the group pulled over in Old Lestallum to get food and gas.

“I like this town.” Prompto announced with a sigh. “It’s…rural.”

“And always suffering under the thumb of the base.” Ignis pointed to the fort that resided on the other side of the river.

“Not anymore it’s not.” Prompto countered. “Or did you forget we totally wiped their asses?”

“We did, for now. But how long will it take for more troops to move in?”

“…hm.”

Noctis interrupted. “Are we getting grub, or what?”

“We’re getting grub, you’re getting gas.” Gladio tossed the keys to the Prince.

Noctis muttered under his breath. “We’re getting grub, you’re getting gas. God, you’re such a bully.”

“You say something?”

“Nothing, Your Strongliness.”

Gladio frowned in his direction, but ultimately said nothing.

Once the group had disappeared into the diner, Noctis raised his fist and again looked at the ring in his clutch. His fingers trembled as an unbearable ringing in his ears gave him a headache. “Man, being royalty sucks.” He whispered. When he finished fueling, he headed to the diner.

“…they say it���s the size of a building! No hunter has been able to kill it.” Noctis overheard the tipster say.

“And this is where, again?” Asked Ignis.

“Over in Malmalm Thicket. There’s a bridge that goes over a river, and then a road that goes up the mountain.”

“Sounds like a party.” Gladio appraised. He looked over to the King, who had finally joined them. “How ‘bout it? Feeling man enough to take on the Bandersnatch?”

Noctis rolled his eyes dramatically. “If I say yes, will you stop acting like a jerk?”

“If I say yes, will you stop acting like a bitch?”

“God!”

“I think we’ll take you up on that hunt,” Ignis told the tipster before anything else could be said.

“Can I also get a burger and some fries?” Asked Prompto, meekly. “…Make that four burgers, I’m starving.”

—

“Are we there yet? I hate hiking!”

“My feet hurt.”

“You two are the most insufferable children on Titan’s green Earth.” Ignis complained, hanging onto Prompto’s arm for support.

“I hate you all.” Said Gladio.

They were just barely up the mountain, and they had felled several spiracorns, but the exhaustion was apparent on their faces.

“The sun’s setting.” Prompto noted. “Should we head back down the mountain and look for a haven?”

“I’m not hiking up this hill again tomorrow.” Noctis said, “let’s just plow through. The dungeons always have daemons in them anyway.”

Gladio and Ignis said nothing, just agreeing with him.

The entrance to the thicket was dark against the setting sun, and only scant light shown through. There was distant buzzing.

“Uggghhh…”

“What now?” Gladio gave Prompto a look.

“Killer wasps…I don’t like bugs.”

“I’m with you on that one, buddy.” Noctis added.

“Do you want to check this place out for a Royal Tomb or not?” Gladio put his hands on his waist, feeling like a mom reprimanding her children.

“Yes!” Said Noctis, annoyed of Gladio’s overbearing behavior. “I’m just not keen on being poisoned! Just like I don’t like vomiting in cars!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Together, awkwardly, they stomped their way into the Thicket.  

—

“SWING YOUR DAMN SWORD THE OTHER WAY!”

“WHAT!?”

“OTHER WAY!”

“I think Gladio’s a touch confused.”

“YEAH, NO SHIT HONEY!”

The battle wasn’t going stellar. Ignis was out, because no one wanted a blind man throwing Daggers. Prompto had been poisoned and then passed out. And now Noctis was alternating between fighting daemons and fighting Gladio.

Said fighter shook himself. “I’m back!”

“About time!” Noctis covered his face in his shirt as another blast of gas from the wasps filled the air. He could Gladio coughing a few feet away from him. “Now do you see the practicality of wearing a shirt?!”

The blade of a broadsword missed his head by mere inches, thanks to his quick reflexes.

“I can’t take this anymore!” Noctis shouted before the royal arms tore from his back. Gracelessly, he ricocheted through the group of monsters and crushed them all. Only when the insistent buzzing disappeared did he allow himself to return to his normal breathing rate.

“Impressive.” Was Ignis’ coy reply from the shadows.

“It was.”

“Prompto, wake up.” Ignis said, kneeling on the ground with a potion.

“There better not be anymore nasties for a while.” Noctis groaned as he watched Gladio continue to battle with the air. “Knock it off, Pecs!”

“What?” Asked Ignis.

“I said PECS not SPECS!”

“WHAT!?” Screamed Gladio.

“THE MONSTERS ARE GONE!”

Prompto sat up, taking the potion with thanks. “Do you guys see that blue glow over there?”

The group turned and looked the direction Prompto pointed his flashlight.

“It’s a Haven!” Noctis nearly shouted, running.

“Hey! Why don’t you think of someone else for a change?” Gladio shouted after him.

“I am! I’m scouting!”

“Selfish, no good, wannabe—“

“HAAA!”

CRACK.

The group paused and listened after hearing Noctis shout.

“I killed a crab.” He finally announced.

“Splendid. I think we’ll have crab for dinner then.”

“The area around the haven is clear of beasts and daemons. But there is a creek, so be careful Iggy.”  

“Thank you, Noctis.”

Finally, everyone made it to the haven, and the tent was pitched. Firewood was gathered and a meal was started. Then, Noctis collapsed in a chair and relaxed for a moment. That is, before Gladio gave him a punch to the shoulder.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“…that was a thanks, for saving my butt…all our butts back there.”

Noctis smiled at the compliment. “If you punch your friends, I’d hate to see what you do to your enemies.”

Gladio gave a wicked smile before it faded. “You’ll see it the next time we face Ardyn.”

On that awkward note, Ignis jumped in. “The bisque is finished.”

“Alright!” Cried Prompto, getting out of the tent. “Soup’s on!”

After dinner, the group sat around chit chatting. Noctis was quiet, however, feeling a weight on his chest from his breast pocket.

“You okay Noct?” Prompto finally asked when he got a glimpse of his cringing face.

“Not this again…” Gladio drawled.

“It’s the ring…” Noctis bit out. He took the Ring of Lucii out of his pocket and held it in his palm, his body trembling.

“Well if it’s such a burden, why don’t I carry it?” Gladio posed, standing.

“No!” Noctis pulled his hand back. “You can’t!”

“What’s wrong Smeagol? ‘Fraid I won’t give it back?”

Noctis clenched his teeth. “Fine. You want to see it? Hold out your hand.”

“Do NOT put it on.” Ignis bit.  

“Tch, like it’s that bad.” He thrust his hand out, way too eager.

Noctis hesitated. “You promise you won’t put it on?”

“Cross my heart.” Gladio said smugly.

Noctis dropped it into his waiting palm.

Without warning, Gladio was undated with horrific images. Images of things yet to come, and things that already happened. He heard Ignis’ screams of anguish as his eyes were burned out of his skull. He saw Luna stabbed through her eyes and through Noctis’. Then came the frightening faces and ghostly whispers of the Kings of Lucis’ past. All of this came at once, and Gladio was pinned to the ground by the ring.

After only a few seconds, he dropped it. As his body continued to tremble, he met Noctis’ eyes, which held no sympathy.  

“I’m…I’m sorry.” He managed. “I didn’t…I thought it was just a ring…” He covered his mouth as he felt the bile making it’s way up his throat.

Noctis sighed. “It’s okay. But don’t call me a bitch anymore.”

Gladio chuckled, still shaking, “deal.”

Prompto stood from his seat. “Okay, I’m next.”

“You don’t have to.” Noctis quickly defended, picking up the ring from the ground.

“Yes, I do. Whatever this thing is…it’s changed all of you. And I don’t want to be left behind.” He came closer and knelt on the ground, “Noct, buddy, let me help you out here.”

Noctis hesitated again, but held the piece up between his fingers. “I’m sorry in advance.”

Prompto nodded and held his hand out.

The ring fell into his palm.

The same images overwhelmed Prompto…but he seemed to handle it better than Gladio had. But after a few seconds, he dropped the ring too. Crying, he screamed out, “This isn’t fair!”

“Yeah…” Agreed Gladio. “It sucks…big time.”

Silence held the group before Noctis picked up the ring again. “Well, I’m bushed. Goodnight y’all.”

And without another word, he departed into the tent.

—

The dreamscape was familiar. A void of white, dotted with blue flowers.

“Luna?” He called, because the flowers could only mean one thing. Instead, a woman in black clothes appeared, a smile on her face. “Gentiana…”

“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you.”

Noctis looked to his bare feet. “Yeah, I bet.”

“The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.”

Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return?!”

“In a way.” Gentiana said vaguely, before she stooped to pluck a flower. “Though the road will be difficult, and sometimes confusing. One day, your bride will be in your arms once again.”

He furrowed his brow. “What must I do?”

“You are already on the right track. Continue seeking out the Royal Arms, and you will find what you are looking for.”

“Noct! Wake up! We got a Bandersnatch to maim!”

The void turned black, and suddenly he was looking into Gladio’s face. “Ugh, of all the things to see first thing in the morning, it has to be your ugly mug.”

[spacebuck]

"#i hope u don't mind me rebloggin this!!" as if it doesnt make my heart swell just seeing u on my dash and u think i would mind if u reblog?? pls 💖💖💖 (also im glad u like it ;;;u;;;)

lucii!!!!! how could i not like it i adore everythin u create!!! and the fact that ur posting after so long without seein up on my dash? i feel blessed this day of the second of january, u have blessed my eyes with this glorious stevebucky schmoop i’m just ♥♥♥♥♥