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[alicemoonwonderland]

"I don't know. All I know is that I loved you from the second I met you." His whole being had been singing out to you, the world appearing warmer and brighter when you appeared in his life. - Gladiolus Amicitia in Little Red Riding Hood

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

"Regret" Gladio x Reader One-Shot (Angst)

Author's note: This was supposed to be a drabble buttttttt my mind had other plans. Prepare yourself for the feels train 😭

Btw, he isn't shirtless in the story, that last gif was just used for emotion purposes.

Word Count: 1,204

Tagging: @vundis-scientia @xylianna @arcticblade <---(idk if you like angst) @alicemoonwonderland

Prompt: #96 "She's dead..."

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“So (Y/n), tell us about your friend from back home,” Prompto asked you.

The five of you surrounded the campfire after a long day while enjoying a meal Ignis had prepared. You and the guys had rambled about some things that went on during the day but now, it was story time.

“There's not much to say", you replied as you sighed.

“Oh come on. You only mentioned her once but never brought her up again. There has to be a lot to say about her. Is there anything you remember about? There has to be”, Prompto exclaimed.

“Come now Prompto, we mustn’t mettle in her business”, Ignis said.

“No no, it's fine Iggy. I was thinking. Umm… well I remember this one time we came across these really dangerous creatures out in Duscae. We were beyond scared but it had already saw us and it was too late to run. We started fighting but I was badly wounded and suddenly she left and never came back but -”, you said but was cut off.

“She's a coward”, Gladio said.

“What?”, you asked, wanting to make sure you heard him correctly.

“She left you in danger and took off. Some friend you had”, Gladio replied.

Wait what? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. How could Gladio be so rude to you out of all people? He didn't even let you finish your story. You were really offended by what he said as anger flowed into you, overpowering the sorrow you had just felt about your friend. You sat forward in your seat, leaning towards him.

“So, what? Everyone who leaves is now a coward? Cause last time I remember Amicitia, you took off running when you got your ass handed by Ravus.”, you said to him, coldly.

Everyone stood silent with their eyes wide. All you could hear was the crackling of the fire. No one could believe what you had just said. Everyone could feel the atmosphere around the campfire change as Prompto and Noctis were looking at each other while Ignis stood looking at you.

“Alright now, that's enou-", Ignis attempted to say before being cut off by Gladio.

“Now you know that's not why I left”, Gladio told you sternly as he gripped the handles of his chair, anger evident in his voice. You could feel his amber eyes just burning through your skin as he stared at you.

“Well you don't know why my friend left. See how stories sound when you don't let the other person finish?”, you replied.

He fell silent and just stared at you. Gladio was one for speaking his mind but his arguments were cut short by his silence. By his silence, you knew he was really upset.

“As I was saying, I thought my friend was never going to come back but but in actuality, she took off running from me to cause a distraction to the enemy. She saved my life.”

“W-where is she now?”, Prompto asked nervously.

You could feel your eyes watering and felt the pain in your throat from holding back the tears. This night went from a simple story to a disaster. You thought that by telling them how your friend saved your life, they would have a good impression of her but instead, Gladio had to call her a coward.You should've never agreed to talking about your friend.

“She's dead…”, you struggled to say as you covered your mouth from almost releasing a sob. Your friend was all you ever had and if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have been here tonight. You couldn't hold it in no more as you choked out a sob and ran into your tent to let all your emotions go.

No one knew what to say as they all just stared at your tent, hearing your weeping. This story took a wrong turn since they didn’t expect your friend to be dead and didn't think that this story would go so far into an argument. Prompto felt really bad about bringing up the stupid question in the first place.

“Way to go Gladio”, Noctis finally said, breaking the silence.

Gladio sighed a deep, heavy sigh and rested his hand on his knee as he stared into the fire. He really felt like an ass. He let his pride get to him since he was Noct’s shield and never left his side. All his rage boiled down into regret and sadness as he got up from his chair and walked off the campsite. The guys didn't know if they should console you or not but it was probably best if they had just left you alone.

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Later that night, Gladio stood outside your tent, questioning if he should go inside. He couldn't sleep as the thoughts of his words and seeing you cry burned him inside. He wanted to apologize and make things right between the two of you. Having tension in the car or around the guys wasn't going to be good either. He decided to crouch down and open the tent slowly to see if you were awake but you were sleeping. He didn't want to wake you up but he had to.

“(Y/n).. (Y/n)...”, Gladio said as he shaked your body to wake up.

You awoke to the sound of his voice and faced him but instead of feeling pleased by his presence, you just wanted to go away.

“What do you want", you replied as you faced away from him.

Your coldness pained him since you had never treated him like this before. He had comes to terms that he really messed up.

“(Y/n)... I'm sorry for the way I acted before. I should've let you finish your story and not let my pride get the best of me…I'm sorry...can you forgive me?”, he said.

You couldn't forgive him. At least not tonight. Yeah Gladio messed up but you knew that's how his mindset was. Not that his mindset is to be rude but that he was raised to be a protector, a shield and to never leave anyone abandoned. This still didn't give him the right to give an opinion to something he didn't know about.

You sighed. “You really hurt my feelings Gladio. I need some time to think about it”, you said.

Gladio sighed again as he looked down into the ground. “Alright…”, he said as he closed your tent and walked off. You then started to cry again. You wanted to call him back and hold you but you were so angry. It pained you to be like this with him.

Not even a minute after you began crying, Gladio opened the tent, went inside and pulled your body close into a tight embrace. He buried his head into the crook of your neck and felt tears running down his cheeks. He didn't want to be like this with you either. He couldn't leave you like that crying in the tent. You hugged him back tightly, thanking him in your mind that he came back. A hug wasn't going to fix it all in one night, but it made things a little okay.

[mandakatt]

Nyx Ulric + “ I could just eat you up.” and “Let me make you feel good”? ;)

A/N:  Anon-san! You really did give me a bit of a challenge, as I’ve not had the chance to write for Nyx before. I hope this doesn’t come across too OOC for him. >

Tagging: @alicemoonwonderland @momokitty27 @major-artery @blossattic @kairakara101

You looked up at the clock, your brows lifting slightly as you noticed the time. You tilted your head a little, wondering where he was, when your phone went off with a notification. You quickly swiped your thumb across it to unlock it.

From: Your Hero ♥‘Sorry Princess running late! I should be there in an hour!’

You huffed as you realized he had changed his name in your phone again, and you shot him off a quick reply.

From: You‘Ok, no worries ‘hero’. See you soon!’

You hummed, glancing back at the message, that you sent just over an hour ago and you tapped your phone against your leg. You weren’t upset. Far from it in fact, as you had changed your plans for the evening as far as your date, you just conveniently forgot to tell him.

You were on the couch when you heard the door to your apartment open, as he had the spare key, and you rose to your feet to rush over to greet him.

“Hey.”

He smiled, and panted softly. “Sorry I’m late Princess–Wait, why aren’t you ready?”

You chuckled as his eyes raked over you, as you were dressed in your favorite pair of sweatpants, and one of his old t-shirts. His brows shot upwards as you moved closer, took his hand in yours and gently kissed his cheek.

“Well, when you told me you were running late, I sort of made a change of plans.”

He blinked. “Change of plans?”

You chuckled softly, and gently pet your thumb against his knuckles before letting go to head into the living room. He was quick to follow after kicking off his boots and taking off his Kingsglaive coat to hang it by the door. His eyes widened in surprise a little as you turned around to face him, and walked backwards into the room, your hands behind your back.

“What if I told you, that instead of going out, I ordered your favorite takeout and got some fancy cupcakes from a friend?”

He continued to look surprised as he looked over at the coffee table where you had dinner laid out and waiting for him. He smirked a little as he looked back to you, before he moved close, and let off a content groan as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’d say as long as there was lots of couch-cuddling, kisses, and movies involved, I just might consider you a genius.”

You chuckled softly, letting your fingers pet down his arms to his hands, grasping them gently as you lead him over to the couch.

“So, which movie are we starting with first?”

You pointed to three of the newest releases you knew he hadn’t had a chance to see yet, and he picked one, popped it into the player, then moved back to the couch. The two of you ate in comfortable silence for awhile before you ended up cuddling close to each other on the couch.

You couldn’t help but squirm however as his lips traveled along your neck down to your slightly exposed collarbone. You gasped as he nipped at the nape of your neck, and pulled you closer to him.

“Mmnn… you look good in my shirt. I could just eat you up…”

You hummed softly, smirking a little as you let your fingers slowly play down his chest, up and under his shirt to play across his warm skin.

“Could you? What about the movie?”

He huffed and gave you his signature roguish smirk as he grasped your hips and turned, so that you were pinned under him on the couch. You gave off a gasp as his lips ghosted over yours before he lifted his head enough to look down at you.

“That’s what it’s on DVD for…”

You bit your lower lip as his fingers played past the waistband of your sweatpants, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine at his groan as his fingers played across your folds. His eyes widened in surprise as you giggled softly.

“Well, we weren’t going out, remember?”

He practically growled, and slowly let his lips run along the length of your jaw.

“Please Princess…let me make you feel good?”

[tales-of-a-fallen-star]

Forgotten Memories (Ignis Scientia/Reader)

Words: 5699 Genre: angst, fluff, romance Rating: SFW

tagging some peeps: @ponkita @amicitonia @ka-za-ri @kawaiinekorose @birdsandivory @kerbiesworld28 @alicemoonwonderland and @hypaalicious (Please let me know whether you’d like to be tagged in the future or not)

A/N: Well, hello there, look who’s posting a fic again after approximately 5 years. Yeah, I’m finally done with this. I was inspired to write this when I played Comrades, hence why it’s set during that time range. Although it’s still a reader insert I wanted to give the 3rd person narrative a try. I just want to quickly point out that I’m not a fan of this whole Y/N thing (at least not in my stuff) and that’s why I simply left blanks. Finally, I do want to apologise that this thing turned out so long (especially the exposition for some reason) but I do hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Huge thanks to @atarostarling for proofreading and editing this, otherwise this thing would be even more of a mess.

She stepped outside of the tent where all the glaives rested after returning from a mission. Her head felt fuzzy, she knew that she dreamed something – about her past perhaps? – but the images faded away as soon as she woke up, too quickly for her to remember anything more specific. She stretched out her limbs, a small sigh of satisfaction leaving her lips, and she looked around the area which used to be one of the market places of Lestallum. She tried to remember exactly how she ended up here in the first place.

It was about four weeks ago that she was found by Libertus Ostium, a kind man who told her what she longed to know ever since she found herself aimlessly walking around the vast lands of Lucis. All these months she didn't know where she came from or who she was. The only hint that indicated anything about her or her past was an intricate engraving on one of her kukris, which she carried with her since the moment she found herself somewhere on the outskirts of Leide.

‘For hearth and home and the fire that only burns for you’

She didn't know what it meant, no matter how much she tried to rummage through her mind  for any information or memories, there was just nothing. It seemed as if there was a dark mist covering up her memories. She wasn’t even sure if the engraving actually meant something, but she clung to the hope that someone who must have been very fond of her gifted the kukris to her. Within that hope was a cruel reminder of how truly alone she was in this world.

She had no one to help her or take care of her when she was in danger, especially with the daemons around at night. She soon had to come to terms with fighting them if she had to and was surprised when her muscles and limbs seemed to act on their own as she slashed her way through the hordes of daemons all by herself. Based on her forgotten instincts, she figured that she must have some sort of combat training. Her skills were how she kept herself afloat, fighting monsters and daemons, accepting hunts to earn some gil now and then, always hoping she would stumble across anyone that knew or recognised her. Slowly but steadily that hope began to gnaw on her and turned into the opposite, dragging her spirits down underground and burying her determination and endurance along with them. And then, when the long night began, she couldn't help but feel as if she was drowning. Drowning in this endless pit of hopelessness and sorrow, making her want to succumb to the darkness and the daemons around her. Tired and exhausted, she was about to give up, to give in to the darkness, but something inside her told her to not lose hope. A voice made her keep going. It was only mere moments later that she saw bright lights coming her way and someone calling out to her.

And now here she was, in the middle of Lestallum, home to all refugees and to those without memories. For her it was still like waking up in a strange land she knew nothing about. Libertus told her she used to be a member of the Kingsglaive, a force installed by the late King Regis Lucis Caelum, and that she must've escaped the fall of Insomnia relatively unharmed - apart from the amnesia, obviously.

Those names meant nothing to her. Her lack of memory only made her feel alone and helpless again, even though she was now surrounded by like-minded and kind people who took good care of her. Yet despite what the people seemed to know, nobody was able to tell her who she was, not even the Immortal himself seemed to know anything about her. Neither did the other glaives, who suffered some partial amnesia like herself, though some of them mentioned that she looked somewhat familiar to them. It restored some of her hope, but she didn't want to cling too much to it. Deep down in her heart, she was certain that somewhere out there someone must be looking for her... right?

Trying to not get lost in thought she stretched out a bit more and decided to see if she could be of assistance to anyone. Her eyes roamed the area and it didn't take too long before she could find a suitable task for her. She began walking towards the working station a few metres away from the tent where Cid Sophiar, a kind and old man who she got along with very well, was already working and tinkering away like a maniac.

“Hey Cid, need any help with that?”

“Mornin' sweepea. Would you be so kind and gimme that wrench over there?” Cid responded in an affectionate voice, which he only used when talking to her. For some reason he was really fond of her, the old mechanic always said that this lost girl reminded him of his granddaughter Cindy.

She made quick work of handing Cid the requested utensil before she let out a squeaky yawn.

“Last mission been hard on you, huh? You slept like a rock these past ten-odd hours.” He smiled.

“What? Ten hours? Wow... I guess the trip to the Disc and back really took a toll on me.” The glaive responded in disbelief that she had slept that long.

“Cauthess, eh? I reckon it can be a helluva trip, with all these daemons runnin' about and such. But, mind if I ask, have ya made it out to Leide ever since you settled in here?” the mechanic inquired.

“No, I'm afraid not, but Monica mentioned something about an escort mission from Galdin Quay all the way back here. She asked me if I was up for it, but I haven't decided on it yet.”

“I think ya should do it. I know a fella who went out there, said somethin’ about goin' fishin' to get his nutrition. Name's ‘Ignis', ever heard of him before?”

That name stirred something in the back of her mind. A strange feeling of familiarity went through her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why that was.

“No, I don't think so,” she replied.

“He's one of them Crownsguards that used to travel with the Prince. He ain't doing too well these days. Maybe if ya should happen to take on that mission just give him a holler and tell him that old Cid sent ya, maybe lend him a hand or somethin',”

She contemplated the request for a while, but she realised quite quickly that she couldn't turn down one of Cid's requests.

“Alright, if I should happen to run into him I’ll see what I can do to help him,” she responded with a smile on her face.

“You're really a good girl, ain't too many people like you left in this rotten world.”

Although it sounded very bitter, Cid was right. This world was beginning to decay, the daemons slowly took over outpost after  outpost, city after city. The young woman heard some stories about the capital of Accordo being in complete ruins after the awakening of the sea goddess and the assault by myriads of daemons after Prince Noctis vanished. Every day more and more of these horrific stories came through and she was afraid that one day Lestallum and all the people she cared about would meet the same fate while she was out on a mission. This was the same reason why she fought so hard to make the world better again, to keep off the daemons completely and in hope that one day the light would be restored to this world again. She looked at the old man in front of her, his words always seemed to make her feel better and she was really thankful for that. “Thank you, Cid,” she said before pulling him into a hug. A little taken aback at first, the old man began rubbing her back with his free hand as a sad smile spread on his lips. “No need, just take care of yourself when you're out there, promise me?”

“I promise I will,” she said before gently removing herself from the hug.

“Good girl, now off ya pop, I got some work to do.” Cid said, ruffling her hair a bit and laughing.

She made haste for Monica's desk, papers and maps were scattered all over, and the owner herself was bent over it, deep in thought.

“Good morning, Monica,” the young glaive greeted her enthusiastically.

“Oh, hi there. Up for some more work after your well-deserved rest?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m ready for more. Is that escorting mission from Galdin Quay still available?”

Monica looked up at the young glaive in front of her, “Unfortunately not, Libertus already took care of it.”

The young glaive’s shoulders slumped down a bit, “Oh, I see… well, is there anything else I can help with?”

“Yes, actually. Some workers from Exineris need to travel all the way to Old Lestallum and repair some important electric cables in the area there so we can send power to the outposts beyond. They asked for a few glaives as an escort and as bodyguards while they’re working, so you’d be gone for perhaps a few weeks until all the repairs are made. Are you up for it?” Monica explained while she pointed out the route on the map in front of her.

The glaive considered the job for a moment while she looked at the map on the desk. Although she wanted to do the mission in Galdin Quay to do Cid a favour, she needed something to keep herself busy with for the next few days, so Old Lestallum will have to be enough for now.

“Yes, I am. When can I go?”

“Excellent. I’ll tell one of the drivers to get ready and as soon as you’re ready for departure you may head for Old Lestallum. Be safe!”

“Thank you, ma’am. For hearth and home!” the glaive pledged with her fist placed above her heart before she took her leave. For some reason though, there was this curious feeling spreading in the pit of her stomach, she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Disappointment?

She decisively shook her head and headed to her tent. There were more important things to think about now.

The mission itself went quite fluently, no major incidents or injuries and the young glaive and her brothers in arms were in the truck on their way back to Lestallum. She sat in the back, looking absentmindedly out of the window and observing the landscape around her. As they were driving on the street through the Coernix Bypass she spotted the figure of a coeurl sitting in the tall grass not even twenty metres away from the truck. When it made eye contact with her it seemed as if time stopped around her. The car just stood still, her comrades were immobilised mid-sentence and she did not hear a single noise. It was only her and the coeurl. She decided to get out of the car, summoned her kukris out of instinct into her hands and sharpened her senses in case the wild animal decided to attack her, but the coeurl did nothing apart from stare at her with its intense green eyes. Its whiskers drew lazy circles on the ground and tiny flames, instead of a coeurls usually electrifying sparkles, emitted from them. For some reason she felt as if she saw those eyes before somewhere, looking into them gave her a strange feeling of peace and security.

Then, suddenly, she heard muffled voices and she tried to make out their owners, but there was no one else around. It was then that she realised the voices were inside her head. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on them to make out what they were saying. It was as if the dark mist clouding her mind lifted slightly and these voices were a ray of light coming through, but all she got were just tiny pieces of shattered glass and she had to collect them one by one to piece it all back together. When she opened her eyes again the coeurl still stared at her with its green eyes, drawing her into them and capturing her. They were as deep as the ocean itself and it was almost as if she was bound by magic to not break eye contact with the creature in front of her. Then it happened so suddenly. From one moment to another she could hear the voices in her head as clear as day and she realised that one of them was her own.

“Anything could happen outside of Insomnia, especially at night,” she pleaded.

“I am quite aware, but trust me when I say that I have every reason in the world to take care of myself and come back. To you.”

“Promise me?”

“I swear it.”

Her head began to spin, a sudden headache interrupted what little piece of memory of her past she was beginning to regain. She closed her eyes again, grasping after every little wisp of memory in her mind’s eye, but to no avail. She opened her eyes again to look at the coeurl who was about to turn around. It threw one last glance at her before starting to head into the open field.

“No, please wait!” she called after the ferocious animal, but it kept walking away from her. She was just about to follow it when she felt herself being pulled back into the car.

“Hey, wake up, we’re here.”

She opened her eyes, her head rested on the window. Still in her delirium she turned her head slightly to see one of her brothers in arms looking at her with a quizzical brow, “Are you alright? You look kinda pale.”

“Y-yeah… I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a little exhausted, it’s been almost three weeks of constant guard duty after all,” the young glaive responded absentmindedly, trying to remember everything about the weird dream she just had.

“True words, my friend. But come on now, Monica’s probably already waitin’ for us,” the young man, Gutsco, exclaimed and got out of the truck. Before the still sleepy glaive followed him, she took a few moments to collect herself. The intensity of the dream shook something inside her. Never before was she able to remember anything about her dreams before. But for now she decided to be happy about remembering at least something from her past life, even though she didn’t know exactly what it meant or to whom the other voice belonged. The sound of it was already fading away.

‘Well, there’s no reason to ponder too much on it now,’ she told herself before following her friend through the cobbled streets of Lestallum towards Monica’s camp. The kind woman already spotted them from a distance and smiled at them.

“Oh, you made it back. I’m glad to see you all alive and well.”

“Thank you, ma’am. We’re ready to report.”

After the glaives finished reporting to Monica the young woman immediately walked across the plaza to Cid’s working station.

“Well I be damned, look who it is. Good to have you back, kid,” the old man greeted her kindly as he saw her approaching.

“It’s good to see you too, Cid. What’s been happening around here while I was away?”

“Not too much, I gotta say, but do ya remember that fella I told you about before you went out and about to Old Lestallum?”

“Oh, you mean that Ignis guy, right?”

Cid let out a hearty chuckle, “That’s the one, kid. He came along with that escort from Galdin and now he’s lingerin’ somewhere around town.” Then he stopped for a moment, his face full of worry all of a sudden, “Why don’t ya go an’ look for him, keep him company or somethin’. Poor guy seems a bit lonely and lost these days.”

“I guess we have something in common then…” the young glaive acknowledged with a sad voice while staring down at her feet.

“Still didn’t find anyone who knows ya? Sorry to hear that, but don’t give up sweepea, I’ll be damned if there’s no one out there lookin’ for ya,” the mechanic said and ruffled her hair to cheer her up a bit. A little encouraged by his words, she put on a brave smile, “Thank you, Cid, really.”

“Ah, don’t mention it. Now, go and let an old man do his work and if ya should happen to find Ignis tell him old Cid sent ya, maybe it’ll cheer him up a bit.”

She smiled, waving him a friendly goodbye, “I will, promise. See you later!”

After she rested up a bit in her tent she decided to go for a stroll around town, trying to look if she could help out anywhere, but there wasn’t really anyone who needed her help. A few people greeted her on her way, happy to see she was back. She took her time and talked with a few of them to check if they were alright. After bits of small talk and catching up she decided to walk to the power plant. Perhaps Holly needed some help transporting the meteor shards the glaives found on their missions. The young glaive approached the bridge, but Holly was nowhere to be seen and apparently the meteor shards were already inside the power plant, ready for extraction, as there were none to be seen in front of the storage spaces near the bridge. As she looked around the place she also noticed the absence of all the Exineris workers. Besides herself there was only one other person, standing to the left of the bridge and staring into the distance. She didn’t see him before around here, so she guessed the man only a few feet away from her must be who Cid was talking about. She took a closer look at him, her feet acting on their own as she approached the man with careful steps. For some reason she couldn’t help but think that she’s seen him somewhere before.

“You surely know, but it’s rude to stare.” The man said suddenly, humour lacing his voice.

Petrified in her tracks the young woman widened her eyes in shock and embarrassment.

“Oh, uhm, I-uhh…” she stammered, not knowing how to respond. .

The man noticed her predicament and couldn’t help the slight chuckle crossing his lips, “It’s quite alright, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that. It’s just… you know, Cid sent me to go and look for someone and I’ve never seen you around here before, so I figured he was probably talking about you? Well, at least if you are Ignis?” the young woman blabbered away as she nervously fidgeted around with her thumbs.

The man turned around to face her and when she looked at his face her mouth fell wide open. He was wearing a black visor which covered his eyes and parts of a huge scar over his left eye. She could also see smaller scars through his right eyebrow, on the bridge of his nose and his bottom lip, but she thought, if anything, these scars suited the man in front of her and brought out his undeniably handsome features.

“Yes, I am,” he furrowed his eyebrows in thought before continuing, “Excuse me, but have we met before? Your voice sounds quite familiar…”

“Oh, uhm… no, sorry, I don’t think so,” she responded surprised, failing to notice that he seemed to recognise her by her voice instead of her face. “Like I said, Cid sent me to go look for you and maybe help you if you need anything.”

A small smile spread on Ignis’s lips, “Ah, yes, that sounds indeed like Cid. He may be quite gruff on the outside, but he has a kind and caring nature.”

“Yes, he definitely does. So… uhm… do you… need help with anything?” she asked hesitantly. Ignis tilted his head to the ground in thought, contemplating if he should enquire the young woman’s help.

“I could indeed use some help in getting reacquainted with some essential combat techniques,” he said while tapping the side of his visor with his index finger, “Would you be up for a little sparring session?”

It was only now that the glaive realised that the man in front of her was, in fact, blind. Curious to know how this man could possibly fight anyone or anything when he couldn’t see, her mouth began to act on its own, “Uhm, yeah, of course, but… Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but how exactly would you be able to fight? You… can’t see anything, can you?”

She wanted to slap herself for not being able to control her curiosity, let alone her mouth, but apparently Ignis wasn’t offended at all. Quite the contrary as there was the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“That is exactly what I’m trying to figure out. So, are you up for the challenge of sparring with a blind man?” For some reason he seemed really smug and mischievous about the whole situation and the young glaive began to feel a bit suspicious. She had the feeling that there was a lot more to this man than meets the eye.

“Okay, alright. Where do you wanna train?”

“The bridge in front of the plant seems fairly suitable, don’t you think?”

“If you say so, then let’s go,” she laughed and turned around. The two of them walked over to the bridge and proceeded to get in position opposite from each other once they arrived. Ignis summoned a pair of daggers into his hands and the young woman followed suit by summoning her kukris with a flick of her wrists.

“Oh, I’d like to say one thing before we start. Don’t assume that you have to go easy on me, give it your all,” Ignis said, still with a smug undertone to his voice. The young woman decided to go along with his slight teasing, “Trust me, I wasn’t planning to. Ready?”

“If you are.”

With that their sparring began, but it was not really that much of a sparring session, considering that Ignis merely threw ice spell after ice spell at her and she had barely enough time to cast a shield around her to not take the full blast of it and freeze to death. “So much for sparring,” she mumbled in a slightly bitter tone.

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry, I did ask for a sparring session, didn’t I?” Ignis changed his stance, holding his two daggers in front of him, prepared to block any oncoming attacks. The glaive decided to approach him with quick steps to attack him from the side but right before she was about to land a hit he slightly adjusted his position and countered her attack with elegance and ease and sent her straight on her back. She felt the air being knocked out of her lungs as she made contact with the ground. ‘How are his reflexes so quick even though he can’t see anything?’ she pondered in frustration while she got back up.

“Not bad for a blind guy,” the young woman tried to tease him. Maybe it would rile him up enough so that he was distracted for her next attack, but he just let out a slight chuckle before sending her back to the ground again by casting a powerful ice spell right in her face.

“You play really dirty, you know that?” she shouted, frustration began to cloud her better judgement as she tried to attack him over and over again. After she was sent to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time she tried to reassess the situation and analyse his moves to develop a better strategy.

‘If he plays dirty then so will I,’ she thought mischievously to herself as a new plan formed inside her head.

She feigned as if she was exhausted and out of breath as she got up again, “Okay, one more time.”

“Well, if you insist.”

They both adjusted their position and Ignis was about to throw an ice spell in her direction again, but she was quick to act this time and rolled away out of the spell’s reach. She threw one of her kukris right behind Ignis and shortly afterwards warped to the same spot. Just as he was about to realise what happened, the young woman jolted her foot against his legs in a quick and smooth movement to try and knock him off balance. Ignis let out a surprised gasp as he stumbled forward for a few moments but regained his composure quickly as he turned around to attack her. She blocked his oncoming attack with one of her kukris and used the momentum to send him stumbling to her right, disarming him with her other kukri in the process. She then squatted downwards and with one circular kick against his foot she stole what was left of his balance and sent him face-first to the ground. The young woman audibly celebrated her victory and threw a fist in the air, “Oh, it feels great to not be the one to eat dirt for a change, ha!”

“That’s… that’s impossible,” Ignis stammered, he seemed completely shell-shocked.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that. I think I deserved my little victory,” she protested cheerfully, but paused her cheerfulness as she saw the serious expression on the man’s face as he got up.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” he began to explain while adjusting his clothes with his gloved hands. “That move… What did you say your name was again?”

“Oh, I… uhm… I don’t have a name. Well, at least I don’t remember it…” she confessed, the familiar sadness creeping up on her again.

“I think I do… ___,” Ignis said with a shaky voice.

“You… what? I-,” as she began to realise that this man, who she only met today, knew her name, and she even recognised it as her own, causing her head to spin. The dark mist clouding her mind began to lift as if her name was the key to unlocking her memories. They all seeped through at once, utterly overwhelming her. Everything in her mind began to race, giving her the worst headache of her life and forcing her to go down on her knees and press her hands to the sides of her head. Images flashed before her mind’s eye as she remembered everything that happened a few months ago.

She stood in the open living room of her apartment in front of Ignis, his face free of scars and his eyes the richest green she had ever seen in her life. She remembered this day so clearly now, the day before Ignis’s departure to Altissia. He was his all prim and proper usual self with his gloves, his perfectly tailored suit, that ridiculous coeurl-print shirt and the skull pendant endearing his neck. He looked at her with a warm smile on his face, but she could see a deep-seated worry in his eyes, hidden behind his pair of spectacles but never hidden from her observation.

“Seeing as this is our last night together before my departure to Altissia for an indefinite amount of time I thought it was appropriate to give you this.”

In his hands a pair of kukris materialised out of the bright crystals that twirled through the air. Her eyes widened at the sight.

“I had them made for you. I know what you're thinking, that you are perfectly capable of protecting yourself. However, given the chance that something might happen to you in my absence, I wanted you to have these. Mainly for my peace of mind, but you mentioned you wanted new ones, so this is beneficial and appeasing to both of us,” Ignis explained as she ghosted her finger around the edges of the blades, fathoming the intricate designs on the handles until she reached an engraving around them. She took the kukris into her own hands to take a closer look what it said.

‘For hearth and home and the fire that only burns for you’

Her breath hitched as she understood the meaning behind it and her eyes began to water as she looked back up at him.

“Gods, Ignis, they are really absolutely beautiful, but… don’t you think you need them more than me? You’re going on a journey facing ferocious wildlife by day and daemons and monsters by night while I’m only on guard duty around the Citadel. What could possibly happen to me?”

His nostrils flared as he took in a deep breath before he closed his hands around her own, “___, I do not trust the Empire and I have the impression that the signing ceremony will not come to pass as quietly as we would like to think. Of course, I do not wish for the worst, but no matter what happens, I want you to be able to defend yourself to your best capabilities and most importantly,” Ignis lifted one of his hands up to her cheek and looked deep into her eyes to reinforce the importance of his following statement, “I want you to be safe, ___. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

She looked up at him and as she saw the sheen in his eyes hers began to well up with tears as well. She covered his hand with her own. “Don’t worry, I will be.” Then a smile spread on her lips and her gaze lowered to the floor, “After all I learned from the best.”

The strategist let out a little chuckle, “Come on now, I’m nothing special.”

“Yes, you are. To me you will always be the most special person in the whole of Eos.” She met his gaze again with determination, “And this is why I ask of you to be careful as well. Anything could happen outside of Insomnia, especially at night.”

He gave her hands a reassuring squeeze as he put on a brave smile for her. “I am quite aware, but trust me when I say that I have every reason in the world to take care of myself and come back. To you.”

“Promise me?”

“I swear it.”

He rested his forehead on hers and they both closed their eyes. In this moment she felt as if they could remain like this forever, an instant frozen in time if neither of them moved or spoke a word. She focused on his calm breathing and engulfed in his warmth, but Ignis eventually broke their peaceful silence.

“I love you.”

It was just a faint and barely audible whisper, but she never heard anything in her life as clear as those three little words that just fell from his lips. She looked up, right into his eyes, tears beginning to roll down her face, and she  simply smiled as she placed a hand on his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

The images stopped flashing before her mind’s eye, the headache subsided. She opened her eyes again and looked up at the man in front of her, the same gloves, the same suit, the same shirt and she could see the same skull pendant hanging around his neck.

“I… I remember. I remember everything,” she whispered as her vision began to blur from the tears that built up in her eyes. She reached her hand out after him as if she still couldn’t believe that Ignis was there, right in front of her. Her hands traced his arms and his chest until he caught them in his own and pulled her into a crushing embrace. He rested his head on her shoulder, his entire body was shaken by the sobs that emitted from his throat.

“I found you, oh Astrals, I found you. All these months I thought you were gone, that I’d lost you, that you were… you were…” He couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence in fear of it becoming somehow real if he said it out loud.

Now crying herself, she tried to calm him down. She soothingly ran her fingers through the roots of his hair, “Ignis, it’s okay, I’m here. I’m here now and I will never leave you again, okay?”

In response he loosened the embrace and cupped her face with both of his hands, the only way how he could see someone. “Do you promise me?”

She looked up at him and she could see the one clouded eye behind his visor,  she gazed at all his scars from up close and mirrored his gesture by placing her own hands on either side of his face, her thumb tracing the outline of the scar over his left eye.

“Yes. I swear it.”

Ignis tilted his head forward to rest his forehead on hers, tears rolling silently down his face.

“I love you, Ignis. I’m right here and I will never leave you ever again.”

He let out a shaky breath and instead of responding with words, he wanted to let his actions speak for him. His lips found hers in an instant and it felt as if they became one. Their kiss was filled with so many emotions. It was filled with sorrow and despair and fear, but also with happiness and love and relief. Relief to know that the other was alive, to feel the other’s warmth again after all these months, to know that they were together once again. They remained intertwined like this for what seemed forever. Neither of them wanted to let go of the other, of this moment of tranquillity and peace, and even though they knew it couldn’t last forever, right there, in that moment, in each other’s arms, they felt whole again, complete, inseparable and infinite.

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Ardyn x Fem!Reader: Sweet Disaster Ch. 1

Word count: 4901 Warnings: Eventual explicit content, Ardyn being a douche Notes: Romance, slight angst, broship banter. Includes game rewrite scenes, spoilers ahoy. This is me procrastinating multi-chap fics..... by writing another one. Thanks for the ideas @lucianhuntress! Thanks for the insight on the mentioned injury @alicemoonwonderland! Tagging: some who might be interested @valkyrieofardyn @poisonous-panda @tyncri @insomniacapples

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As the first step of tackling the issue that is Noctis forging the covenant with the Titan, your party of five heads down the hot streets of Lestallum. Your destination is the outlook across the main road. From there you can see the Disc of Cauthess and its crystal formations that grow up into the sky. Your intentions are to devise a plan of approach there, even though, as Ignis has just said, “it doesn’t replace being on site, but it’s a good start”.

As you reach the location, you’re greeted by a tall, suspicious stranger. “What a coincidence,” he says with a wave of his hand.

You scan over his... attire in bafflement. Despite the heat that forced you to abandon your jacket, he is wearing at least three layers of clothing; complete with a long coat and several scarves. His hair is a dark auburn shade of red, locks floating airily around his head. The waves look so soft that you catch yourself thinking about how they would feel between your fingers. The stranger’s posture is relaxed, but not without a sense of nobility, which leaves you wondering about the contradictory signals his hobo-esque appearance sends.

Furthermore, the guys seem to know him.

“I’m not so sure it is,” Gladio rumbles with a disapproving look.

The stranger’s eyes stop at you as the last member of your group and he begins to pace forward. His scarf waves with the motion from the steps.

How on Eos can he wear those clothes in this heat?

He doesn’t look old enough to be your dad, but maybe he could be your uncle or something. Weird, hot uncle.

“Aren’t nursery rhymes curious things?” the stranger asks. You notice that his eyes are a peculiar shade of amber, which you haven’t seen before. He also has a bit of stubble.

You and Prompto look at Ignis in utter confusion in seek of advice on how to act, but the advisor’s narrow-eyed attention is fixated elsewhere.

The strange man continues speaking, pointing his words to Noctis, who looks defiantly back at him.

“Like this one: ‘From the deep, the Archaean calls...’”

His voice is pleasant, oily and the words sound like he is reciting a poem in front of an audience. There is certain easiness to the way he speaks and it makes you tilt your head in to listen.

“’...Yet on deaf ears, the gods’ tongue falls, The King made to kneel, in pain,’”– for some reason, he glances at you–“’he crawls.’”

You could swear his eyes were glinting.

“So how do we keep him on his feet?” Prom spurs forward to ask.

The stranger walks away from you to the ledge of the lookout, turning his back to you. “You only need to heed the call. Visit the Archaean and hear his plea.”

He makes it sound really simple.

Then he turns with a tight-lipped, wide grin on his face.

“I can take you.”

The motion is so ridiculously theatrical combined with the rhyme from the cosmogony he just recited, that you barely hold back your snort. Maybe he notices your amusement, but he pays no mind to it.

The guys and you huddle together to mull over what you just heard. “We in?” Gladio asks, looking at Noctis.

“I don’t know,” the prince says. Prompto shoots a suspicious look at the stranger and you follow his gaze to see a lingering, confident smirk. He can hear your every word as your groups weighs the situation.

“We take a ride...” Prompto says conspiringly.

“...But watch our backs,” Gladio ends.

Prompto nods in agreement.

“Fair enough,” Ignis says.

“Let’s do it,” Noct concludes.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” you add.

The stranger shrugs in amusement at your rhetorical question, and his smile only widens. He looks positively creepy and the expression makes you wonder what he could possibly have in mind. With a grin like that, he can’t be without an ulterior motive. Pure kindness from a perfect stranger sounds too good to be true.

“I’m not one to stand on ceremony, but such an occasion calls for an introduction. Please, call me ‘Ardyn’,” he introduces himself, satisfied with your group’s decision and begins to stride towards the parking lot. “Come with me to the car park. That’s where I left my automobile.”

Automobile? Seriously? You blink several times and bite your lips to hold back your laugh. Fortunately, Ardyn is too busy to notice you pulling faces.

The guys trade looks after Ardyn’s parading steps and you grin at Prompto, who quips a brow in question.

“She’s a dear old thing.”

You’re not sure whether Ardyn is joking in that tone of his, or just downright weird.

“Pales next to your Regalia, but she’s never let me down,” he continues as your group skittles after him. None of the guys can think of anything to reply, though it doesn’t seem that Ardyn is even expecting any commentary.

“So we take two vehicles – a convoy of sorts. Shall we?” he suggests.

You take a look at Ignis to see his reaction, which is only a passing furrowing of his brows. Ardyn leads you through the lookout terrace. His car is conveniently parked in the same row as the Regalia and the fact doesn’t escape Ignis’s notice. He is definitely suspicious of the stranger.

“All set?” Ardyn asks and before Noctis can answer to him, you cut in.

“Give us a moment, please?” you flash an innocent smile at Ardyn.

“Of course.” He doesn’t sound surprised at all, but the emotion is obvious on the faces of your traveling companions. You gesture the guys to the side.

“I should go with him. Try to figure out what he really wants,” you suggest, keeping your voice down so the mysterious new acquaintance can’t hear your group conspiring.

Ignis’s brows furrow and he peers at you in thought while humming. “I suppose that wouldn't–“

“What? Absolutely not!” Gladio huffs and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

Noctis and Prompto trade worried looks, but stay quiet.

“There’s no telling what that creep might try to do,” Gladio continues. He shoots a glare at the rest of the guys. It speaks volumes about his big brother instincts kicking in.

You shrug. “Not like I can’t defend myself, Gladio,” you say and take a glance at the auburn-haired man standing next to his automobile, as he referred to it just a moment ago. The silly word makes you smile. The car is a convertible model, a purple-ish shade of red with a white stripe going lengthwise over the paint. The vehicle has a very classical feeling to it and you’re amused by how it suits perfectly its owner.

Eccentric and kitsch.

Happy with yourself from coming up with a description for Ardyn’s style, your eyes glide from the car to the man again. The guys met the peculiar stranger earlier in Galdin Quay, but to you the acquaintance is new. There is a piqued curiosity in your look as your eyes meet his amber ones again. His lips instantly form an inviting smirk and you turn away after flashing him a one of your own.

Your interest is definitely piqued.

“What do you think Noct?” Ignis inquires. He doesn’t want to put you into danger, but the potential chance of finding out who the awfully helpful and suspicious man is, is too tempting to ignore.

Noctis sighs and looks at you. He shifts on his feet, slight worry etching his brows. “You think you can handle it?” he asks quietly and Gladio lets out a groan of frustration. He can’t believe Noctis is even considering.

You nod sternly and find the giddy feeling of excitement and curiosity spur inside you. This is going to be interesting.

“Haha, I don’t feel too good about this,” Prompto says with a nervous chuckle.

You spare another look at the strange man. He seems to be perfectly calm as he waits for your conversation to end. In fact, he looks like he has all the time in the world to wait, but maybe that’s just because he knows your entourage is in hurry.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be okay,” you assure and pull a smile to support the words. It does nothing to calm Gladio, but it suffices for the others.

“Alright then,” Noctis concludes, “Y/N will go with him. We’ll be right behind you so you’ll be safe.”

Ignis inhales and lets out a sigh. “Do be careful.”

“Yeah,” Prompto agrees.

“I don’t mind feeding him his teeth if he touches you,” Gladio grumbles and the sentiment makes you chuckle.

“Thanks Gladio,” you quip and grin, “but I’m sure I can do that myself should the need arise.”

Gladio scoffs and rolls his eyes, though he looks amused.

You return to Ardyn and he looks to each member of your group expectantly. His eyes linger on you, but his confident expression never wavers.

“All set,” Noctis informs.

“You wouldn’t mind the company of a lady for the ride, would you?” you ask cheerfully, all smiles on the outside. Your heartbeat is picking up its pace as the rush of adrenaline from pulling an act enters your veins. You can feel Gladio’s disapproving look at the back of your neck, but you resolutely ignore it.

Ardyn takes a curious look at you. “You might find the cab fare to be more than you bargained for,” he muses and hums as if he said something funny.

“It’s a long drive and I’m sure we could find something interesting to talk about.” Ardyn quirks his brow at your flirtatious tone. “Besides, it’s really crammed in the backseat of the Regalia.”

While the guys hold back their incredulous reactions, you smile sweetly to Ardyn as he thinks about your suggestion.

“I suppose it would be wrong of me to deny the chance of a comfortable ride from a lady. Very well,” he agrees. There is definitely interest in his eyes as he once more takes a look over you. This time you’re sure it’s more as to check you out than just out of platonic curiosity.

“Sounds good,” you purr and continue ignoring your friend’s expressions.

“With that decided, let us be off,” Ardyn confirms and turns to speak to Noctis, “Follow me and drive safely.”

The guys turn to leave and Ardyn opens the passenger seat door to you into his automobile. You have to bite your cheeks to hide the snicker that tries to escape your mouth.

“Here you go, my dear,” he says in a tone more soft than he had talked with before. You can almost hear Gladio gritting his teeth.

“Thank you,” you say and make sure you make eye contact with Ardyn before stepping into the car and sitting down on the deep purple leather seat. You notice a pom-pom on the antenna over the hood and chuckle.

A gentle and musky whiff hits your nostrils with the wave of air when Ardyn sits down on the driver’s seat.

He smells nice. I need to know what cologne he uses.

You look at him blatantly as he ignites the engine and the steady purr of the motor starts. The guys are already at the Regalia, waiting for Ardyn to lead the way.

“Shall we then?” Ardyn asks, turning to face you.

“Yes, please!” you say with a nod and a smile. Your pulse is faster than what is comfortable and you silently begin to question your own decision to hop into the purple car.

You don’t make it out of Lestallum before Ardyn talks again.

“I introduced myself earlier, but I’d very much like to know your name.” You let his soft, oily voice shamelessly coddle your sense of hearing. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds so sincere, but in almost a sarcastic way – insincere sincerity? The way he talks makes you think of a cat stretching out sweetly. You smile inwardly at the thought.

“I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you, Ardyn,” you say politely, but keep up a friendly, conversing tone.

He repeats your name quietly, as if thinking that you surely have met before.

“What is it?” you ask and turn to glance behind to see the Regalia following at a safe distance. Noctis is driving. Poor Ignis.

“Oh, nothing. You have a beautiful name,” Ardyn replies coolly.

“Flatterer. I bet you say that to all the ladies,” you retort, but smile at the compliment.

He laughs at your wittiness. “I assure you, it has been a while since I had the chance to enjoy such pleasant company.”

A wave of uneasiness flushes through you, but you are not one to stand back from a chance to play. Besides, there is something attractive about how he is the definition of a creepy, slimy guy who acts like a real charmer. You kind of want to poke him to see how he responds in that oily voice of his.

“Mm. Is that so? I suppose we should make the most of it then,” you hum complacently. Ardyn glances to see the smirk decorating your features. Your heartbeat still hasn’t calmed down and you hope you can keep your bodily reactions under control.

You take a moment to inspect his profile while he is focused on the road. His hair is fluttering in the wind, wavy, auburn locks no longer framing the strong features that are actually quite handsome. Ardyn looks like he harbors no worry in the world – his posture is laid-back and his grip on the wheel relaxed.

Despite being strange, he is quite charming. Maybe I should ask for his number.

“Tell me about yourself,” Ardyn asks suddenly, well aware of the fact that you’re still scanning over him.

You take a moment to think about what to tell him. It’s obvious that he knows who you’re traveling with, though he hasn’t said a word to hint into that direction. Anyone who knows something about anything could add one plus one and figure out it’s the supposedly dead runaway prince of Lucis, who has business with the Archaean.

“I… was a field nurse,” you reply nonchalantly. You force your thoughts away from the destruction of your home. There will be a time and place to dwell on that, but it’s not right now.

“Interesting,” Ardyn hums, “So you’re the designated healer of the group?”

“Regrettably, yes.”

He lets out a joyous laugh and glances at you with the smirk lingering on his lips, before returning his attention to the road ahead. You’re already out of the long tunnel that leads to Lestallum.

“The guys can be a handful sometimes,” you explain.

“Yes well, the job of a healer is traditionally an ungrateful one,” Ardyn says mysteriously, “I do hope you get your due recognition.”

Is that concern, I hear?

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I make sure the guys know who keeps them alive,” you assure with a chuckle.

“Good,” Ardyn remarks with a hum.

Chatting with Ardyn is actually easy and you find yourself relaxing against the leather seat while trees and occasional buildings pass by as blurred images. He keeps carefully inquiring about you, but not touching the reason of your traveling with the four guys. This suits you just fine and you stay away from the topic as well.

When you think you have warmed the waters enough, you begin to toss questions about Ardyn himself – just out of curiosity, of course.

The answers you get are infuriatingly vague. As if he knows you’re trying to figure him out. Each of your questions are countered with a one directed at you of similar topic, so you end up sharing a lot more about yourself than actually gain the information you joined the ride for.

After an hour or so, you give up the direct approach and decide to continue your flirtations to warm him up to further inquiries.

So you talk about the weather, politics, history of Eos and brush the sensitive topic of the war – before Ardyn apologizes saying he didn’t mean to upset you. You’re still amused by his way of speaking. There’s something old fashioned in the way the words glide from his lips. You smile to yourself, thinking that Prompto would say he talks like a grandpa.

The only thing Ardyn really cares to talk concerning himself, is his travels. You have no idea how someone of his age has seen so much of the world, but he has. When you ask about it, he just offers his work as the obvious answer, but declines your further inquiries. You make a mental note to pry the information of his occupation out of him later.

The dark of the upcoming night begins to creep onto the sky as the sun begins its set. There are still hours left in the day, but Ardyn insist you stop at the next Coernix Station to rest for the night. You’re sure the guys won’t like the plan.

“What say we call it a day here?” Ardyn suggests when the Regalia pulls to a stop next to his automobile. You get out of the car, stretching your limbs.

“’What say’ we continue on to Cauthess?” Gladio snaps back as he leaves the car, slamming the door shut after him so hard that he earns a warning look from Noctis. It’s his father’s car after all.

“The Archaean’s not going anywhere,” Ardyn reminds him in that theatrical tone of his. You notice the clear difference to when he was talking alone with you. The revelation is something you need to come back to later on.

“Neither are we, under your stewardship,” Ignis sasses.

Nice one, Iggy. You toss a beam at him, chuckling lightly. Ardyn sees it out of the corner of his eye and a look of disappointment flashes through him before the usual confident smirk is back on his lips.

“So we make camp… with Ardyn?” Prompto summarizes. He doesn’t sound too happy and to be honest, you didn’t expect the journey to turn into an overnight party either. With or without Ardyn.

“Hell no,” Noctis agrees and crosses his arms defiantly.

You’re not sure what there is to be done any more if your guide refuses to continue and Gladio seems to reach the same conclusion as you.

“Might as well get the tent up,” he says with a deep sigh.

Ardyn tilts his head. “Oh, I’m afraid I’ve never really been one for the outdoors. I shall foot the bill, so let us stay at the caravan over yonder.”

The guys trade looks. You shrug when Noctis looks at you inquisitively. Maybe he is waiting for you to warn him that Ardyn is planning on murdering all of you when the night falls.

“Suits me,” you say and reach the Regalia to grab your bag. Ardyn is pleased by your show of faith and the others start gathering their overnight supplies as well. Ignis begins to ponder out loud what he should prepare for supper, while Gladio marches past you to the caravan and you can hear him mutter under his breath.

While Prompto is helping Ignis with the food supplies and Ardyn has gone inside the station to pay for the overnight rent, Noctis motions you to him.

“What did you find out?” he asks in a low tone, eyes peeking to each side to make sure Ardyn isn’t within hearing range.

You heave a displeased sigh. “He’s cleverer than he seems. We gotta be careful,” you say, “He really won’t tell me anything important.”

Noctis cocks an eyebrow at you. “So what did you talk about for the whole ride? The weather?”

Your cheeks feel warm. “This and that after I realized I can’t get anything out of him.” Your eyes escape the prince’s examining stare.

After the amazing supper that Ignis cooked is eaten, your entourage sits outside of the caravan, talking and joking around as per usual. Ardyn paces for a while, claiming it’s better to move around a bit because of the long ride in the car. He is telling even less about himself to the guys than he told you, when Ignis shoots him with sharp questions. Somehow Ardyn manages to weasel his way out of each one or twist the replies into so ambiguous mess of words that no one can really make any sense of them.

Ignis follows your footsteps in quickly giving up the cross-examination and moving on to more pleasant topics.

Oh and Ardyn can be charming when he so chooses. You and the guys are laughing at your shared stories and jokes, and even Gladio, who seems to still hold a grudge against Ardyn for appropriating you for the car ride, is booming with laughter despite the man’s presence.

At some point of the evening, Prompto takes out his camera to snap a few more shots. He calls you to pose dramatically, like he usually does, and you have good laugh about the next addition to the on-going series of “camp-side supermodels”. Prompto shows the photos he has taken during the day and Ardyn seems quite pleased and surprised when his image pops on the display.

“Well, well, if it isn’t yours truly,” he says in that ridiculous, theatrical tone of his that is very far from the voice he used when speaking alone with you.

“Um, if you’d rather not be in photos…” Prompto starts. He seems a bit awkward about the fact that he hasn’t told Ardyn he is being photographed.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all! Snap away – for His Highness’s collection.” The smug grin on Ardyn’s face is almost amusing.

Noctis turns his head. “Err, what?”

You lean back in the chair, exchanging meaningful looks with Ignis. So far Ardyn has not clearly mentioned that he indeed does know who Noctis is. Maybe he just didn’t want to make noise out of it in public, because you refuse to believe he doesn’t have everything about your journey figured out already. You make another mental note to ask about the matter later.

It’s getting late and Ignis is the first one to turn in, soon followed by Prompto and Noctis, even though you know they’re gonna stay up longer than the others and play King’s Knight on their phones.

Gladio yawns and stretches his arms in the air.

“Would you care to join me for a small stroll around the premises?” Ardyn asks from you and offers his hand.

“At this hour?” you question with a curious glance at the outstretched palm.

“I believe a little exercise lets one sleep better,” Ardyn explains with an innocent chuckle.

All the while you talk, Gladio’s look skips between a worried one towards you and a downright murderous towards Ardyn, who seems to be blissfully oblivious of it.

You place your hand on Ardyn’s palm. Excitement bursts your heart into pounding like a drum. His hand feels cool and the leather of his fingerless gloves is soft, but worn. You catch another whiff of his alluring scent.

“Don’t go far,” Gladio says in a warning tone more to Ardyn than you.

“Don’t worry,” you shoot him an assuring smile and resist the urge to wink. It’s best to not rile up the Shield any more than he already is. Besides, if he didn’t trust your ability to take care of yourself, he wouldn’t have let you go with Ardyn in the first place.

“We will stay within your sight at all times,” Ardyn assures to Gladio as you stand up from the plastic garden chair. You’re sure Gladio rolls his eyes at Ardyn’s words, but he lets out an almost approving grunt.

You begin to pace forward at a leisure pace. Ardyn let go of your hand as soon as you were on your feet and the brief touch left your skin tingling.

“The stars are so bright here,” you say quietly to make a conversation.

“Oh?” Ardyn looks up too, as if he only just realized the stars are visible, and then his amber gaze lowers down to you.

You shake your head under the curious look. “Insomnia has… had… so much light pollution that you couldn’t really see them,” you explain.

“You said this is your first time outside the city?” Ardyn questions, quickly steering the topic from an unpleasant one. You’re grateful for his thoughtfulness.

You turn your head to look at him walking next to you, and realize that he is really tall.

Suddenly there’s no surface under your sole. You step into something that feels like an endless pit and land awkwardly on your right ankle. There is a weird sensation of something shifting and you can barely even start thinking about what just happened, when a flashing pain makes you wail aloud. You stoop forward and end up on your knees and palms on the asphalt.

“Oh my! Are you alright?” Ardyn is already crouching next to you, caring hands on your shoulders and ready to help you up. “Looks like there was a hole in the road…”

You can hear Gladio’s quickly approaching steps. You move your legs and wince again. Your knees and palms sting, but the pain is secondary to the one burning your ankle. You can literally feel the blood rushing and pulsing inside it.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” Gladio asks in a concerned tone. You know he is ready to pick you up if you just say the word, so you focus on clenching your jaw and cursing under your breath.

“I just tripped…”

After a good while and with Ardyn and Gladio’s help, you sit on your rear on the cool asphalt. This was not how you wanted your day to end.

Fulgurian’s hairy ass.

“I think it’s sprained,” you say finally after very carefully examining your ankle. It’s tender and hot to the touch and pulses of pain course through it constantly. Ardyn and Gladio follow your motions; waiting for any instructions on how to aid you.

“Can you walk?” Gladio asks. A little panic enters his voice and his hands hover over you, unsure of what to do to help.

“Yeah, it just hurts a little,” you assure. Or more like hell.

Ardyn shakes his head while tutting quietly. “My dear, let us help you back to the caravan.”  

You ignore the glare Gladio throws at Ardyn and take hold of both of the men’s shoulders. They help you up to stand. You take a couple of calming, deep breaths and extremely carefully begin to put on weight on your right foot.

Okay, careful now…

The instantly following jolt of pain makes you yelp and you lift the leg again.

Nope.

“So you can’t walk,” Gladio gathers with a huff.

“I’m gonna need some ice for it,” you say while hopping forward with one leg. You have a tight grip on Ardyn’s sleeve on your right side and your arm on Gladio’s shoulder on your left side.

“I think there was an ice machine by the gas station,” Gladio says. You’re almost at the caravan and, oh boy, aren’t you glad that Ignis is already sleeping, so you don’t have to listen to his nagging.

The men help you sit down on one of the plastic chairs. You’re still not putting your feet down and the pain is getting worse by the minute. You must have stretched or torn the ligaments on the outside of your ankle.

Great. Just perfect.

Ardyn crouches in front of you, amber gaze finding your pained expression.

“You should take the shoe off before it swells, my dear,” he says calmly, “May I?”

You nod and brace yourself for the torment.

“I’ll go get the ice,” Gladio says and jogs off after throwing a cautious look at Ardyn, who is now holding your leg gently.

Ardyn opens your shoelaces as much as possible, and then slowly begins to work the shoe off your foot. You stare at his focused face. His brows are lightly furrowed and his lips pursed together, yet the look in his eyes is tender and somehow it makes your stomach flip. His motions are very careful and, to your surprise, you don’t feel any sharp stings of pain.

You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, when Ardyn places the shoe on the ground.

“Thank you,” you mumble and when he looks up to you with sincere concern in his eyes, your cheeks feel warm.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel a little responsible of your injury,” Ardyn says softly and straightens his back, but doesn’t stand up.

“What? Why?” you ask with raised brows.

Ardyn just looks at you with an inscrutable expression and lets out a wry chuckle.

“Here you go,” Gladio suddenly rumbles next to you and a bag of ice appears into your view.

It takes two seconds of you to rip your eyes off the smile that has appeared on Ardyn’s lips and you turn to accept the bag from Gladio. “Thanks…”

Despite holding the ice on it for a good while, your ankle soon becomes swollen and every little bit of movement hurts, making you grit your teeth in pain. A nice set of lilac bruises soon flower on your skin and you’re no longer wondering did you twist your ligaments or not.

Next Chapter

[chocobabyporcelain]

Noctis and his S/O running away so he doesn't have to marry Luna.

Anon… Did you just give me an excuse to write that songfic I’ve been daydreaming about? I think I love you, wow.

Also, I’m sorry this has taken so long, I’m kind of a fail at life, tbh.

Song in question; Runaway With Me from The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown (Caleb Hyles cover, I love this man’s voice).

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You wish you could say that the announcement of Noctis’s engagementto Lady Lunafreya had come as a shock to you, but it really hadn’t.Noct and Luna had been good friends since they were children, theyhad a bond that you could never understand, and you were okay withthat.

It took you a little while, but you’d made your peace. Noctis wasgetting married. Soon enough, you two would have to go your separateways. And that was okay. It just meant you had to take full advantageof the time you had left.

For the past couple of days, the two of you had barely left yourcomfortable spot, curled up on the sofa, binging TV shows, playingvideo games and talking. You shared memories, laughed and joked, andsimply enjoyed each other’s presence.

That’s not to say you weren’t hurting. You were losing the bestperson who had ever stepped into your life in what you perceived tobe the worst possible way. It hurt like hell, of course it did. But,while you had never met Luna, you knew she’d be good for Noctis.You knew they could be happy.

And you knew you could be happy for them. In time. Once you’dgotten over the initial hurt and inevitable bitterness, you were sureyou’d be able to smile sincerely and wish them both the best.

The point is, you were coming to terms with it. Were.

“Y’know,” Noctis held you close, an arm tucked around yourmiddle as the two of you spooned on your couch. “I’ve never beento Galahd before,” he mused.

You hummed, still focussed on the old classic movie that you insistedNoct needed to watch. One of your all time favourites.

“I’ve been through there in the car, but I’ve never beenthere.” Noct pulled his arm from around you, earning a little whineof protest that died down as he began idly twirling locks of yourhair around his fingers. “I’ve been having this… daydream, Iguess.”

You sighed. “Noct,” you whispered. You knew where this was going.You couldn’t do this.

“We have this cottage in Galahd and it’s absolutely beautiful. Alittle chilly in the winter, but it doesn’t bother us at all.”

“Noct, please.” Tears began welling in your eyes, refusing to beblinked away.

“We have a life there. A life together. It’s perfect, andonce all the drama of us running away blows over, the guys can visitus all the time. I know they’d never tell anyone where we are. We’dbe so happy.”

“Noctis!” You sat up, wiping away your tears before youdared to look at him. You sighed, shaking you head, eyebrows knittedtightly. “What are you thinking of?” you asked.

Noctis fixed you with a look that concerned you, but also warmed yourheart. A serious look that said he’d planned this all out alreadyand was waiting on your ‘yes.’

“I’m thinking of our future,” he replied. He reached out andtook your hand, lacing your fingers. “We can be happy, Y/N. If wedo this, we’re saying no. We’re saying this arrangement meansnothing to us, that we’re going to be together whether they like itor not.” Noct pulled you into his lap, holding you close andresting his forehead against yours. “We could have a perfect life,Y/N. All I want is to be with you,” he whispered.

You let out a heavy breath, still desperately trying to fight thetears. “I want that, too,” you whimpered. “But we can’t dothis.” As you pressed a kiss to his lips, you felt it all bubblingin your chest. All the emotions, all the words left unsaid, all thetears you were holding back. “I love you, Noctis,” you sobbed.“So much. You have no idea how hard it is for me to just… wishyou well and let you go.”

“So don’t!” Noctis’s voice cracked. “Y/N,” Hisshaking hands landed on your cheeks, his thumb wiping away yourtears. “I’m not trying to tie you down here, I’m just saying wecan do this!” Noct kissed you again, his hands moving fromyour face to hold you more securely around your waist, pulling youcloser. “I’m not prepared to let this end.” he whispered.

You’d stopped trying to hide it, crying openly now. You let yourhead drop onto his shoulder, sobs racking your entire body.

Noctis gently kissed your temple, running a hand through your hair ashe hushed you.

Never in your life had you been happier than you had with Noct. And,even though everything in you was screaming that you shouldn’t,couldn’t do this, something in your mind was urging you todo it. Be selfish for once.

What were you really losing if you were to run away? A family thatonly spoke to you when they needed something? A low salary job thattook everything out of you and gave nothing back?

No! You were crazy to even consider this. This wasn’t going tohappen. You’d get passed this, say goodbye, get over it and smileas the man you loved married another woman. It would be no big thing.

Except, that wasn’t strictly true. You knew watching Noctis walkaway would be your undoing. You’d keep up appearances, smilepolitely and carry on. But inside, you’d break a little more eachtime you heard his name.

If there was a chance for you two to remain together without hurtinganyone, then of course you’d take it, but this? Was this even anoption? Could you face the consequences?

“Y/N,” Noctis eased you back, his hands dropping to your hips ashe once more rested his forehead against yours. “Believe me when Isay nothing hurts me more than the thought of losing you.”

In all your years on knowing and loving Noctis, this was the firsttime you had ever seen him this open, this honest.

And that was it.

“Okay,” you whispered, tears still thick in your throat.

You sat in silence as the words sank in. Noctis’s grip on your hipstightened, though it did nothing to quell their shaking. “O-Okay?”he parroted.

“Okay,” you replied, with a sob. “Let’s do it.”

Noctis pulled you in for a searing kiss, his hands suddenly in yourhair. “Yeah,” he whispered as your broke apart. “Let’s doit!”

And so, you did.

Your whole life was wrapped up and packed into the back of Noctis’scar. A short goodbye given to your parents in a short letter. Givento Ignis in a folded note left on the dinning table of Noct’sapartment. He’d pass the message along.

Months passed you by. Weeks of living your life on the go. Living outof suitcases, eating at crappy diners, sleeping in sleazy motels. Itwas hard, but it was fun. It reminded you of old movies you used towatch, curled up on the sofa with your dad.

Yes, you missed your family, and you were sure they missed you to.But you didn’t think you’d ever been happier.

And maybe you never found that perfect cottage from Noct’sdaydreams, but maybe that didn’t matter. Maybe the bungalow you’dfound, with it’s shingled roof and tiny garden, was even moreperfect than anything either of you could dream up.

It had been almost half a year now, since you and Noctis had foundyour happy little home together, far away from the city. The tinygarden out front was now your pride and joy. Your little flowergarden, complete with a small strawberry patch.

You were there, in your little garden, tending to your flowers, whenyou were startled out of your thoughts by a sharp bark.

When you looked up, you saw a dog with black and grey fur, staring atyou almost inquisitively as he sniffed at your peonies. “Noctis,”you called through the open door of your home. “We have a visitor.”

Noctis appeared in the doorway, looking understandably pensive.

The dog bounded towards Noct, barking happily.

“Umbra?” Noctis knelt down and scratched behind the dog’s ear.“Hey, buddy. How’d you find me?” he chuckled.

Then he saw it. That familiar red notebook.

His heart was in his throat. His mind raced as he untied the bookform around Umbra’s neck, thinking of all the things she could havewritten in it.

He thumbed through the pages, locating the newest message. And hesmiled.

Of all the things she could have said.

‘I’m so happy for you.’

Beneath her message, she’d pressed a single white violet.

“Take a chance on happiness.” Noctis muttered.

“Hm?”

Noctis looked at you, sat there amongst your flower garden. Dressedin your ratty old gardening clothes, your hair slung up in a lazyponytail, stray wisps blowing with the breeze, and soil on yourcheeks, you were still the most beautiful sight in the entire world.“Language of flowers,” he said. “You should plant some whiteviolets.”

[alicemoonwonderland]

Some recent cross stitches I did with FFXV quotes and animals. Gifts for some of my friends for Christmas. They'll be washed, and later today I'll be adding some little letters to them as well.

[insomniasix]

Galahdan Way

Day 1

A/N: Going with the Tattoos & Braids for this one. Side note, I’ve been watching Nanatsu no Taizai and finished FarCry 5 a few days ago, so as you might’ve already guessed this is Seven Deadly Sins related!

Words: 484 | Warnings: This might suck, hard.. xD | Characters: Nyx Ulric, Six Ulric

“And what are those?” Nyx asked while securing the left side of his mother’s braid, revealing the black line tattoo running from the high back side of her ear to the back of her neck, seemingly continuing down her spine. His gaze fell down where the outline continued down her arm, reaching just above the letters hugging her forearm like a ring.

“Those are the ‘Marks of Galahd’.” Six answered with a smile. She’d seen him stare at her tattoos with a questioning look on his face. She’d seen him look for similar markings on everyone he’d come across and noticed the spark in his eyes every time he saw them on someone from his home.

“What do they represent; and why do our people alone have them?” Nyx let himself wonder out loud.

“Just like Lucis,” the older glaive begun to explain, switching places with the fourteen-year-old in order to give him his own side braid “Galahd has its own culture. These lines represent each person’s life. The choices they’ve made. Each part of the body represents one of the Seven Deadly Sins as they, themselves, are presented by the Old Books.:

Once she was finished with his braid, Nyx turned to face her as Six showed him the parts of the body she was speaking of.

“Your legs represent Gluttony and Sloth,” she explained, moving from right to left accordingly.

“Your arms are Greed,” she pointed at her left arm, showing him a line circling her wrist “and Envy on the right.”

The glaive made a small pause on that, as if she wanted him to focus on the line running down her arm, stopping just above the words ‘Tragedia Coram Amandum quae’.

The glint in Nyx’s eyes made her continue.

“The chest is Lust,” Six tickled his ribs, making him laugh “Your back is Wrath.”

Nyx stopped to stare at her, eyes wide open.

The woman who took him in when he had nothing left, the woman who’d given him a home, a life, everything he’d come to know and be. How could Wrath consume so much of her?

And then he got just how much more it was. For her, it wasn’t just the cosmetic line on her spine that symbolized the sin. It was the scars! Every single battle scar that marked her back.

He wasn’t going to push on the matter though, he knew his mother wasn’t the talking type when it came down to her past.

“So that means the head is Pride!” he finally said, raising his chin up at the word.

“Yes.” She smiled.

Nyx moved some of her long, raven hair behind her ear, looking at the black thin line he so adored. It reminded him of how proud his mother was, but at the same time how modest.

“So,” he started and Six knew what was coming “When am I gonna get mine?”

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[angelic-guardienne]

The Bros + Uno

Because I’ve been playing Uno a lot lately. This set of headcanons is based on how I play the game, which is basically the same rules as usual except you can stack numbers (and punishments) and you draw until you get a card you can put down.

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Noctis

Somehow, without fail, can always hit a reverse with another counter reverse in return. 

Always forgets to call Uno, also forgets to call Uno Out

Uses wild cards at every opportunity, changes it to the color he knows Gladio doesn’t have (he likes poking fun at him)

Has the messiest hand ever, no organization at all, always takes the longest to find a card

He’s usually the shuffler, he’s pretty good at it, but if he doesn’t feel like doing it he hands half the deck to Ignis and the other half to Prompto.

Prompto

Tries to have mercy on the next person, only for it to backfire on him when they don’t have mercy on him after a reverse is thrown out

Is a very nice player. He doesn’t like throwing down the draw two or draw four cards unless he has to (the same cannot be said for skips and reverses, though)

Is somehow normally on the receiving end of the stacked draw four and draw two cards, had drawn up to twelve cards at once

Never, never forgets to call Uno because he knows Ignis will call it for him

Organizes his hand by number, then by color with the rest of the cards, divides the sections with wild cards

Gladio

Stacks skips so he skips everyone and it ends up being his turn again

Uno makes him so mean, just be careful when you’re excluding his turn. You know that meme? It’s true.

Constantly foils Noct’s wild card plots by stacking numbers and making the color on top the color that Noctis doesn’t have

Organizes his hand by color

“Can someone throw down a reverse?” *side eyes Ignis*

Let him shuffle the cards. He wants to. Please.

Ignis

Plays with no mercy, at all, no one is ever spared

Always finishes with a draw four wild card, abused this power so much that a rule was officially made against it

Always calls Uno on Noct and makes him draw two cards

Organizes his hand by number

Is the one with the reverse that Gladio keeps asking for, refuses to put it down

[moononastring]

Sleeping Beauty [Elucien]

Prompt: ‘Wake me up’ kisses because foxboy and flower girl need to constantly lock lips.

Pairing: Elain x Lucien (Elucien) Genre: Fluff Rating: NSFW-ish (just to be on the safe side)

Author’s Note: I’ve been in a writer’s slump for a month and it seems fitting that Elucien would be the first ones I’d write something for to get out of it and my last fic of 2017! I’m craving my babies so badly. Let’s hope it doesn’t suck!  Feedback is always welcome! :)

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Waking her mate up with a kiss had been a spur of a moment decision on Elain’s part.

She remembered the first time she had kissed Lucien awake and it made her smile every time. They had spent another afternoon in what was now her garden at the House of Wind and Lucien had dozed off while she quietly worked. He really hadn’t meant to but with the nice breeze and the warm, comfortable feeling of the sun over them, he couldn’t help it.

Elain had watched him as he dozed and an overwhelming urge to just touch him came over her. She had moved closer to him, careful not to wake him up and then gingerly placed a feather-like kiss on his cheek.

He hadn’t stirred.

Resisting a giggle, she had leaned in and placed another on his nose.

This time his face scrunched up before relaxing again but still, Lucien didn’t wake.

Elain hesitated then. Normally, he initiated the kisses. The pace of their relationship had been pleasantly steady. Would he be too bothered if she kissed him then? While he was asleep?

Only one way to find out.

Elain leaned in once more and then pressed her soft lips against his lips and instantly Lucien’s eyes had fluttered open. He found Elain leaning over, a blush on her cheeks, smiling nervously.

"I’m sorry, dove.” he said immediately. “I didn’t mean to nod off.”

She ignored his response, her gaze flickering between his mouth and his eyes again. “Was that okay?” she whispered and his brows furrowed.

“Was what okay?”

“The kiss!” she said indignantly, color flushing deeply on her cheeks again and Lucien’s lips twitched, amused.

“More than okay.” he replied, his fingers moving up to graze her cheek lightly. “In fact, I’m going to keep pretending I’m asleep so you can do it again and again.”

Elain laughed then leaned in and again, placed a more firm kiss on his lips that he eagerly returned.

“I didn’t know you were supposed to be Sleeping Beauty.” she teased as they pulled away.

“I have the hair for it.” he said with a shrug and a grin and she snorted. “I guess it’s your duty to wake me up with kisses every morning then.”

Elain only rolled her eyes with a smile but the idea had taken root in her mind and she decided right then and there, that was exactly what she would be doing.

Because they didn’t share a room, the last thing Lucien expected was to find her in his the next morning.

“Elain?” he mumbled sleepily as she peppered his face with kisses.

Her only response was a giggle and another sweet kiss on the lips before sneaking back out the way she had sneaked in, leaving him confused on whether it actually happened or not.

When he addressed it at breakfast, she had only shrugged with a cheeky smile.

The morning after, Elain had done it again. She then did it again the morning after that and the morning after that and it soon became part of their routine. She got so used to waking up early and enjoying the sight of him sleeping so peacefully as she crawled under the sheets next to him, that she couldn’t remember what it was like not to wake up and do this. Half the time Elain just stared at him, memorizing every inch of his face before actually waking him up.

The first time Lucien had woken up before she arrived and pretended to be asleep, Elain had given him a playful glare, only poking him before sticking her tongue out and leaving him in a fit of laughter.

The second time he had dared to pretend to be sleeping, she had huffed annoyed at him, already retreating from the bed.

“Wait, don’t go!” he called out, laughing as he pulled her back to him while she protested. “I want my morning kiss!”

“No. I only give you morning kisses when you’re a sleeping beauty. If you’re already awake, there’s no need for kisses.” Elain had argued, her nose high in the air, feigning a haughty attitude and Lucien had grinned.

“But you’re already here.” he said, his voice dropping dangerously and Elain bit her lip as he pulled her body fully against his. “It would be a shame to waste such an opportunity.”

Elain blushed as he leaned closer and then, just as he was about to claim her lips, she planted her hand on his face and lightly shoved him back.

“No sleeping beauty, no morning kisses.” she said sweetly then giggled as Lucien snorted. Sticking her tongue out again, she slid out of his bed and left him whining.

Soon, Elain stopped resisting when he only pretended to be asleep because if Lucien enjoyed Elain waking him up with kisses, Elain enjoyed it ten times more than he did.

To add to the fun, she started wearing lipstick for her morning kisses. So not only did Lucien start waking up to the sound of her giggles and intoxicating scent, but to lipstick marks all over him. The first time this had happened and he caught the sight of himself in the mirror, he found his entire face, neck, and upper chest marked by her in a blood red shade. Lucien had grinned so stupidly, he was sure his face was going to break.

That morning at breakfast, after the Inner Circle had hooted and hollered at the one kiss mark he had purposely left on his neck, Lucien demanded she move into his room with him and Elain happily obliged.

In the beginning of this new arrangement, Elain had still kept the kisses simple and sweet. But the more mornings her body woke up tangled in his, the less she wanted it to be sweet and the more she wanted it to be consuming. Their relationship had progressed. The two had certainly shared many hot and heavy moments that it seemed fruitless to hold back anymore.

Nonetheless, it took her a few mornings before she acted on her desires. Dressed in a sheer lacy nightgown that had tested Lucien’s willpower the night before, Elain finally straddled him, gently grinding on him as she claimed his lips.

Lucien had shot right up, his arms coming around her waist as she giggled.

“Good morning.” she whispered against his lips, her hips moving achingly slow. He blinked sleepily at her for a few seconds before grinning.

“Correction,” he whispered and gently thrust up, earning him a gasp. “It’s a great morning.”

Lucien flipped them over then and the morning kisses turned into exactly what Elain had wanted them to be, fire flowing in her veins as the two completely devoured each other. Clothes vanished as their hands touched each other everywhere and when they finally became one, the morning kiss that followed that first thrust, sealed their bond.

Kiss after kiss, as their bodies moved together, neither knowing where one began and the other ended. The morning kiss had sent them into a frenzy that lasted the rest of the day and into the night and when Lucien woke up the next morning, all on his own without his usual morning kiss, he blinked in confusion.

His gaze flickered to his mate, beautifully naked and curled on her side, the sheets only tucked around her. He stared at her lovingly, tenderly, before leaning and gently placing a kiss on her lips.

Elain’s eyes fluttered open slowly and she found Lucien grinning at her.

“The title ‘sleeping beauty’ does suit you more.”

She blinked then turned to lay on her back, pointing to her lips with a sleepy smile. Lucien chuckled then leaned down, claiming her lips with a slow, sensual kiss that woke Elain right up. She made to wrap her arms around him but Lucien pulled back and a whine left her lips.

“But I want more morning kisses.” she said, pouting and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again.

“There’s a second set of lips I’d like to kiss, if you don’t mind.” he whispered and Elain’s entire body heated up.

“I like the sound of that.” she whispered in return with a giggle.

He shot her mischievous look and then slowly said, “Unless you’re already wide awake...if so, morning kisses aren’t necessary then.”

The teasing tone immediately had her closing her eyes, feigning sleep and Lucien laughed as he peppered hot kisses down her neck, and collarbone.

“I distinctly remember someone saying ‘no sleeping beauty, no morning kisses’.” he said, yanking the sheets aside as his lips trailed down the valley between her breasts and further down her stomach. Elain bit her lip, holding back a moan. “Is my sleeping beauty already awake?”

Elain risked opening one eye to find him watching her then immediately closed it again with a giggle, causing Lucien to laugh once more, his breath fanning against her body and goosebumps spread across her skin.

“No.” she replied breathlessly and he grinned, leaving light kisses on her inner thighs.

“Mm, but it sounds like she is.” he said quietly, his lips inching closer and closer to where she needed him. “Maybe I should stop.”

Her head shot up and she playfully glared at him. “I’m asleep.” she said firmly and she let her head fall back down, her eyes closing as Lucien snorted. “Continue.”

“So demanding.” he said, kissing everywhere but where she wanted him. “Even in her sleep.”

“Lucien.”

“I didn’t even know sleeping beauties talked in their sleep.”

“Lucien.”

“I’m so blessed, aren’t I?”

“Lucien please --”

Elain’s whining was immediately replaced by a whimper of pleasure as Lucien indeed gave her the long awaited morning kiss she seeked.

It turned out, morning kisses weren’t the only effective way to wake a mate up. The two soon discovered that while their morning wake-me-up method had been sweet, there were many other ways to achieve the same goal.

What started with a whisper, ended with a bang.

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

“Your Marks Are Beautiful” Prompto X Reader Fluff

Author’s Note: Finallyyy the story I wrote days ago is here! I’m sorry for the delay 😩 Anywayssss this story was the memory that Prompto and the Reader mentioned in another story I wrote called “Thought You’d Never Ask”. Click the link to read that story after this one 😁😁 As always, your feedback would be highly appreciated! Enjoy 😊

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Summary: The Reader and the bros head to Gladin Quay for a relaxing beach day but someone seems shy. Body praise involved.

Word Count: 828

Tagging: @ladychocoberry @vundis-scientia @chocoboypromptoargentum @faierius @xylianna @dianahaddock99 @shut-up-vanessa @tonberrywritesffxv @tales-of-a-fallen-star @roses-and-oceans @dizzymoogle @alicemoonwonderland

After a week of completing hunts to receive some hard earned gil from the local tipsters around Lucis, you and the guys finally decided to take a day off and relax at the beach at Galdin Quay. You deserved it. You all deserved it. All you kept thinking about was relaxing on the beach with your best bros, especially your best friend Prompto. This day was supposed to be perfect.

When you and the guys reached Galdin Quay, you took in your surroundings. The sun’s light felt warm on your skin and the breeze made goosebumps appear all over your legs and arms but you didn’t mind. The water reflected the sun’s light and all you could think about was going for a swim. People walked on the board wall heading towards the restaurant to eat or to get a spa. Everyone seemed so happy and at peace. No deamon could ruin this day.

As the guys got out of the car, they wasted no time in finding a spot to set up blankets and chairs to sit on. After setting up, Ignis had down on his chair enjoying a cup of Ebony to calm his mind. It made you curious.

“How could you drink Ebony on such a hot day? Water seems much more refreshing", you told Ignis jokingly.

“While I do suppose water is more refreshing, you can never go wrong with a nice cup of Ebony to settle down”, Ignis replied smiling.

“I guess so”, you said giggling as you turned to Gladio and Noctis who were already stripping off their clothes into their swimwear. You had decided to do the same because c'mon, who could resist refreshing water on your skin on a hot day?

When you were going to head into the water, you noticed a particular someone wasn’t joining you and the guys for a swim. You turned your head and there he was. Prompto, like always taking pictures of everybody instead of enjoying the moment himself.

“Prommmm c'mon, get in the water already! You’re missing out!”, you called out to him.

“Uhh I’m actually fine right here! These shots are great!”, Prompto yelled back to you.

Gladio had overheard your yelling and called out to Prompto. “Looks like some is afraid to take their clothes off", he teased.

“Hey!”, you called back to Gladio shooting him the “back off" look. You then ran over to Prompto.

“Don’t listen to him Prom. He’s just teasing you.”

“He’s right though…”, Prompto replied back shyly.

“Huh? What do you mean?”, you said, looking concerned.

“I just.. I just don’t like to show my body. I have stretch marks on my stomach and I really don’t like them so-“, Prompto said before he got cut off.

“Hey hey look. There’s nothing to be embarrassed or insecure about. Look at me. I have stretch marks as well.”

You began to show Prompto your stretch marks on your inner thighs and hips. He studied them and then looked at you.

“I remember hating my stretch marks at first but over time, I learned to embrace my flaws and show my skin because I can’t live covering up my body forever. Your marks are beautiful Prom. You worked hard to get where you’re at. You should learn to embrace them too”, you said to him as you smiled.

You could’ve sworn Prompto’s eyes had tears in them. His face had turned a beet red from your words.

“You haven’t even seen them…”, Prom said shyly.

“I don’t need to. I already said they were beautiful”, you replied.

“(Y/n?)”

“Yea?”, you said

“Thank you”, Prompto said.

“No problem Prom. Now come on, take off that shirt and enjoy the waterrrr”, you said as you playfully pushed his arm.

“Alright alright!”, he laughed.

As he took off his shirt, you were amazed. You knew his skin tone was fair but now you really noticed it when he took his shirt off. His body was toned and he had freckles all over his shoulders and chest. Yes his marks were there but you didn’t care. You were amazed at what he was covering up under his shirt. He actually had a really nice body.

Prompto noticed your lingering stare so he put his head down and tried to cover up but you stopped him. He looked so cute all flustered with his hair covering some of his face and his cheeks turning a bright red again.

“Beautiful remember?”, you said.

“Beautiful”, Prompto replied back looking at you. “Now I’m gonna get you so you better runnn!”, he yelled.

“Oh crapppp", you yelled as he began to chase you into the water.

Gladio had gotten out of the water to talk to Ignis when he noticed Prompto chasing you and shirtless.

“Well will you look at that. Those two seem to be having fun”, Gladio said to Ignis.

Ignis looked at you guys. “Let them have fun while they’re still young.”

[lemonnyx]

Training Sessions Part I

A smut heavy story in which you are on an overnight ‘team building program’ at the Citadel. Nyx is your boyfriend and both him and you are down with you sharing yourself with some fellow military men.  (idk man, I just wanted to write a smut where Titus, Nyx, Cor and Gladio fuck the readers brains out. So away we go!)

Tagging:

@joker-tracey. @sweetstrawberrycandy, @alicemoonwonderland, @waifuthewhite, @nykamito, @warnjai-17, @fortheloveofeos, @hypaalicious, @shellenew, @insomniasix, @themissimmortal, @jinxulric69, @lady-asuka, @itshaejinju(I know you arn’t down with choking but other parts will not included it, in case you are interested.)

Genre: Smut… it’s all smut. BDSM. Possible triggers for some. (Pain, humiliation, choking, orgasm denial, the whole shebang) If any of that makes you uncomfortable you’re going to have a bad time.

Word Count: 2,293

Pairing: Reader x Titus x Nyx x Cor x Gladio (oh yeah… we all fuckin)

PART 1 of 4

Your body lay still on the soft bed; you gulp down the small lump forming in your throat before taking in a deep breath through your nose. Warm, rough fingers trail down the side of your neck causing your heartbeat to quicken. A gasp would of followed, if it wasn’t for the gag around your mouth. The warm fingers now trailed down your smooth skin, passing between your breasts, then to your stomach before vanishing. You glance down to see him kneeling on the bed between your legs, a proud smirk on his face.

“I’m going to have fun with you doll.” he said, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

Lifting the shirt over his head to reveal his rippling muscles. Tossing the shirt aside he then sits up onto his knees and reaches for his belt buckle. Your eyes quickly found the distinct bulge in his pants, and your body reacted accordingly. Your legs quivered a bit and you arched your back while edging down closer to him.

“Hm?” he questioned amusingly. “Someone impatient?” He slowly began to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down at an unbearable speed. His removed his jeans, revealing his boxers. The bulge stressing to push through,  showing just how big and hard his dick was. That was where he stopped unfortunately. Instead of fulling undressing, he put his hands on the bed and leaned down towards you.

Pressing his hard dick down between your legs he started to move his hips, slowly rubbing himself against your clit. You let out a soft moan and spread your legs wider for him. The pleasure, as good as it felt didn’t last long. He lifted his hip off of you, causing you to whimper underneath the gag.

Your protest was amusing to him. Making him chuckle as he smirked down at you. His gaze quickly traveled down to your breast, and he licked his lips. Inhaling sharply, you held your breath as he leaned his head down. His tongue found the sensitive skin of your right nipple, licking at it in spirals.

He pulled back, the cool air of the room nipped at the wetness making your nipple harden. Next, just the tip of his tongue begins to dance circles around it. Finally, he opened his mouth wider and took your breast, slowly pulling back, sucking hard as he did. A warm sensation pinched at your nipple, when you glanced down you saw that your nipple was between his teeth. He sucked harshly and you let out a small cry. You arched your back, wanting more from him. Small jolts of pain and pleasure filled you until he released the hardened bud from his hold.

Your left breast soon received the same amount of attention. Leaving it hard and radiating with pleasurable pain. His mouth then moved to the skin just under it, sucking hard and long enough to leave a red mark.

He sat back and moaned as he gazed at his handiwork. His face glowing with accomplishment from marking your body. His rough hands moved up along your sides, cupping your breast he slowly started to massage them. Then squeezing harder and harder until you squirmed.

“You can handle it.” He uttered and flicked his wrist.

As your back came off the bed, a loud metal bang echoed around the room. Bound in handcuffs that connected to the metal headboard, you could only move a little as the contraption forced your hands to stay above your head. He chuckled at the sight of you squirming below him, and wanting more from you, he dug his fingertips into your flesh. More pain shot through your body until finally, he let go.

You blinked your eyes and took in as many breaths as you could through your nose. His hands were still on your body as you feel them begin to snake down your sides, right below your breast giving a little squeeze. Then he moved down another inch and another while squeezing. As they made their way down your body, you glanced down and saw the look on his face. Your legs on their own pressed against his body in a useless attempt to close.

His hands rested on your knees, waiting for you to open them. When you didn’t budge, he pried them open for you. Your legs widened, exposing yourself more for him. He stared down at your pussy and subconsciously licked his lips at the sight.

He moved back on the bed and laid down on his stomach, perching his head between your legs. The warm air that escaped from his mouth was so inviting, it took everything in you not to push up in to him. He took exception to that and moved him mouth away. Instead, he turned his sight towards your inner thigh and placed a trail of kisses down it. Then your right thigh received the same kisses. When his mouth inched closer to your heat once more, he kissed the skin around your clit.

You whined, as the pulsating ache between your legs was growing stronger. Gods he was so good at teasing you. Suddenly his tongue flicked at your clit, making your jump a bit from the rough sensation. A few more flicks before the tip of his tongue circled the small bud laying between your wetness. Relief filled you as he pressed his tongue against you in a long, slow lick.

Your eyes fluttered shut slowly as you laid your head back and moaned in pleasure. He licked you over and over, the roughness of his tongue drawing out the intense pressure deep in your core. You wanted to grab his head, hold tight to his hair not letting him come up to breath; instead, you used your legs to touch him. Rubbing one ankle down his side as your other leg bent to go behind his head, pushing him down slightly closer to your pussy. As you pushed him down closer, his mouth clamped down and sucked harshly on your swollen clit.  

Instantly your body jerked from the sensation. It was all too much for being so close to climax. The pleasure changed to pain; it was if lighting was running through your entire body. And he didn’t stop. Crying out your body thrashed around as you attempted to get him off you. His arms quickly wrapped around your legs, holding you in place. You tugged on the cuffs that binded you, feeling the metal dig into your skin as you attempted to break free. You closed your eyes shut and shook your head back and forth hoping he would stop.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away and released you. Your legs landed heavily on the bed and your lungs quickly filled with air. Lingering pain radiated from your clit, taking its time to fade away. You whimpered under you gag as you felt the bed dip. Opening your eyes you looked up and saw the man who had tortured you.

“Hey doll.” he said defensively. “You’re the one who put on that gag.” He brought one hand up to gently wipe his thumb over the cloth covering your lips. He leaned into you, his lips hovering just above yours, “means you don’t have a say in what happens.” Then his hand reached downwards.

You felt the tip of his cock rub around your entrance just before pushing in, slowly filling you. You let out a throaty moan under the cloth.

“And I can tell you’re loving this.” Gladio continued with a smirk. “This soaking wet pussy of yours says so.” Turning his head, his attention went to a dark figure in the corner of the room. “Though, honestly I still can’t believe you like watching dude.”

You turned your head and saw the man slumped in a chair. Your boyfriend, who was watching his fellow colleague crawl all over your body. From the outline of his hard dick in his pants, you knew what Gladio said was true. It was turning him on.

Nyx huffed. “Are you complaining?”

You tuned you attention back to Gladio, just as he turned his head back as well. His eyes roamed down your body, “Hell no.”

You heard Nyx chuckle but Gladio held your attention by moving his hips, moving them in such a pleasurable motion that sent small waves of ecstasy through your body. You glanced down to watch as his dick thrust inside you.  

“Choke her.”

Gladio stopped moving and frowned a little. You eyed him as you felt his left hand lightly take hold of your throat. His grip was so light that you were still able to turn and face Nyx. You knew that he wouldn’t be happy with such a pathetic grip.

As you suspected, Nyx frowned and lowered his head in disapproval. “What the fuck was that?” he growled.

“You know I’m not into that stuff.” Gladio protested. “If you wanted her to get chocked out you should do it yourself, or get Titus in here.”

Nyx scoffed at the suggestion. “Well Drautos is in a meeting still with the Marshal, and she can wait a bit longer for me.”

Suddenly you felt Gladio pull away, as he flipped you over onto your stomach. Then you jumped as a stinging smack landed on your ass.

“There. Ya happy?”

Nyx rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. He just simply adjusted in the chair as his erection was fighting to release from his pants.

Gladio’s hands grabbed at your hips, yanking you upwards. You were on your knees, your ass in the air as you rested on your elbows. You turned your head as best you could and caught a glimpse of Gladio licking his lips again. He rubbed the head of his dick over your pussy before putting just the tip in. Then roughly shoving himself all the way in.  At this angle, his dick went further in you and felt a sharp jolt of pain deep inside you. You yelped and your body surged forward away from him.

“Where the hell you think you’re going?” Gladio questioned. His hands gripping at your hips even tighter, pulling you into him. His dick now buried deep inside you and you whined as you shifted your body, attempting to find a position that alleviated this pain.

A chuckle made you turn your head to look at Nyx. He was sitting straight now, no longer slumped in the chair. His soft blue eyes filled with excitement.

“She always did have a hard time with your size.” He commented with a smirk. His right hand started to roam over the large bulge in his pants. “Fuck her real hard.”

Gladio adjusted on the bed making sure to have a firm grip on you.

“Now that I can do.”

  You little time to brace yourself as Gladio pulled himself almost all the way out. Then he slammed in to you with such a force that it sent a jolt of pain through your body. Over and over, his hips collided against you as he fucked you relentlessly.

You grabbed at the metal bed frame and used it as best you could to stop yourself from moving forward. All while at the same time trying to find a position that helped to lessen the hurt he was giving you. Your pained whimpers were muffled from the gag, but you knew that even if he had heard you, he wouldn’t stop. Which brought a new flame of arousal inside you.

Pleasure mixed with pain started to muddle your mind as you found yourself losing control of your body. Mixed emotions of wanting him to stop, but also silently begging him to keep going. Your muscles tightened and you found yourself shifting again. Trying to move in sync with him rather than against.

“Oh fuck.” Gladio groaned, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your body.  

All of a sudden, you felt his thick muscular arm wrap around your neck, pulling you into a new position. You cried out, quickly lifting your upper body up and tilting your head back. This new angle had Gladio hitting you in just the right spot that had your entire body shaking. Your core starting to twist, desperate for release. Through hooded eyes you could see Nyx was beside you now, an amused sparkle in his eyes.

“He did well. Reward him.” He commanded. You felt as his hand reached underneath you. You inhaled sharply through your nose and your vision unfocused at the touch of his single finger toying with your clit. Squeezing your eyes tight, your orgasm flowed over you and sent you reeling. Your body bucked on its own but neither of the men were fazed. Gladio’s hard dick contained pounding into you and Nyx’s finger rubbed over your throbbing clit. Drawing out your orgasm until all the pleasure faded away.

The arm holding you at your neck released and you completely collapsed on to the bed. Laying on your stomach, you felt Gladio still pushing inside you. Your mind was a cloud of fog as you slowly came down from your high. You let Gladio have his way with your body as his orgasm was nearing. Then the sound of him loudly cursing and moaning reached your ears before you felt his weight land against your back.

He huffed, forcing warm air to tickle at the back of your neck. Rubbing the side of his rough beard against your back he took in your scent before lifting up. He sat up with a groan and climbed off the bed. 

You overheard the two men exchanging a few hushed words, then moments later the door open and close.

Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4

[creative-frequency]

Make Your Own!

I was tagged by @poisonous-panda, so here goes!

Rules: Answer the questions you’re given at the end, write 11 of your own, and tag 11 people.

1. If you could live in any fictional world, where would it be?

This is like the most difficult question you can throw at me. On one hand: Azeroth (World of Warcraft) cause I’d be a total badass warlock lol. But then again, why not Eos (FFXV) cause uhhh reasons. The people. Y’know.

2. What pets have you had?

Two fire belly newts called Salem and Crash, two rabbits called Vellu and Neiti. We had a Parson Russel Terrier Sera, but my mom gave her away cause her new boyfriend didn’t want to have a dog (YES I’M STILL SALTY AF). Now I have my own Finnish Hound Sentti <3

3. Where is your dream location to either go on holiday or move to?

I’d love to visit New Zealand! Or go to Japan again since I have family there now. I’m quite content to be living where we live now :3

4. What were you scared of as a child? Doesn’t matter if it’s irrational or not

Vampires and zombies. I outgrew the vampire fear, but zombies still cause nightmares, no idea why. RIP me watching The Walking Dead.

5. What’s your favourite time of year?

Each season has its own perks really, but maybe summer atm cause no need to dry paws from dirt or dress baby in overalls.

6. When’s your birthday?

9th of April!

7. Favourite food?

Well I had sushi today, so lets say that.

8. What do you do to blow off steam?

Listen to angry music. The Gazette used to be my go to band for this, but nowadays it’s just about anything with enough volume. Also go for a run or smash pixel monsters.

9. Any Allergies?

Tomato and carrot. All animals besides horses and dust mites. I guess I’m desensitizationed (is that the correct word?) to dogs now.

10. Are you happy? Right this second? I hope you are :)

Yee, I’m pretty happy! Forgot to do some Adult Stuff™ today, but I’ll just do it tomorrow. I should be sleeping since it’s almost 1am.

11. ….. Why is a raven like a writing desk? xD

I had no idea what this question is so I had to google it Here’s the answer from Lewis Carrol: “Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front!” Is that correct?

Questions I want to ask from anyone who will answer this:

1. What was the last video game you played? 2. Please describe the plot of the last movie you watched without telling the name of it or any of the characters. 3. What kind of hair and clothing-style do you have? 4. What was the last thing that made you happy or feel good about yourself? 5. Do you know what your personality type is? Tell us! 6. Are you in love? 7. What do you think a perfect date is like? 8. What is the most boring fact about you? 9. Is there a recent piece of (fan) art or writing that really touched you? 10. What do you like to do when you have time completely to yourself? 11. If you had to describe yourself with three words, what would they be?

Thanks for tagging me! I’m gonna tag the following peeps (no pressure, do it if you feel like it): @lucianhuntress @owldearest @promptoastandbutter @bleucommelhiver @singlebecauseofthechocobros @singergurl91 @insomniacapples @alicemoonwonderland @themissimmortal @rikuaxel10 @kairakara101

[chocobabyporcelain]

Playing Hide and Seek Alone

And so, we’ve come to my final entry in the Halloween Special, written in turn by myself, @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit and @insomniasix.

Previously: Blacksmith of Solheim | Monochrome Ward | The Smiling Man | Who Stands Behind You | O Light | Niflheim Sleep Experiment  | Verstael

This fic is based on the ritual pasta, One-Man Hide and Seek by Saya.

@itsmootothecow @mp938368 @ffxv-milkshake @bespectacled-girl @insomniacapples @itshaejinju @expectogladiolus @bluechocobo @airlea-sicarius @diadyn @birdsandivory @alicemoonwonderland @mandakatt @zacklover24 @danceswithdinosaurs @valkyrieofardyn @hammerhead-goddess @1000wolflover @stopmopingstarthoping @dreamiggy @mostlyvoidpartiallysass @grumpyoldmoogle @yoitssabrinee @amicitonia @theyearofdiamonddogs (I tag mutuals, if you want to be added or removed from the tag list, let me know asap)

People think they know every daemon in existence. Iris thinks she knows a little more. She’s never told anyone, but she believes she encountered a previously unknown daemon when she was just twelve years old.

She was home by herself after school and would be overnight, not really a rare occurrence, her mind replying the silly stories that were being passed around the classroom.

Ghosts wandered a middle world—or, so said the girls in her class—somewhere between life and death, searching for a body to possess. If one were to give them a body, a doll, then a game could be played. That’s all it was. A ghost story. Something she would typically dismiss.

Something she should have dismissed.

Yet, she found herself stood in her bathroom in the early hours of the morning, sewing up a rag doll from her childhood, filled with rice and fingernail clippings, with crimson thread. She wrapped the thread tightly around the doll and tied it.

She glanced at her watch for a quick time check. Almost 3 AM. Almost go time.

She turned the doll over in her hands. The doll was pretty, with black wool hair and big button eyes, but she’d never been particularly attached to it. She’d named it Alyssa, and it had sat on a shelf for seven years.

Her watch beeped. It was time.

She stared at the doll, taking a deep breath. “Iris is the first ‘it,’” she whispered. “Iris is the first ‘it,’ Iris is the first ‘it.’” She dropped the doll, Alyssa, into the water-filled bathtub and left the bathroom, turning out the light.

She hurried to her room, turning her TV to static and tucking herself away into her closet. She pulled her knees up to her chest, closed her eyes, and began to count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Why was she doing this?

Four.

Five.

Six.

She knew nothing was going to happen. She was a rational person, she didn’t believe in ghosts or possession, so why?

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

But what was the harm? It is just a game and she knew nothing was going to happen.

Ten.

Iris pushed open the doors of her closet and crawled out. She dug around in her vanity drawer for a pair of scissors and made her way back to her bathroom.

She grabbed the soggy doll out of the bath. “I found you, Alyssa,” she said. She drove the scissors into the doll, cutting the thread. “You’re the next ‘it.’” She dropped the doll and fled back to her bedroom, ducking into the closet.

She reached for the half glass of salt water she’d tucked away in the corner of the closet and poured half of it into her mouth. The taste made her want to vomit, but she held it in her mouth.

She crawled back out of her hiding spot, carrying the glass with her and made her way back to the bathroom.

The doll was sprawled out on the floor in a puddle.

Iris spat the water in her mouth into the bath, coughing and spluttering, and dumped the rest of the salt water over the doll. “I win, Alyssa.” she panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She spent a few moments gathering herself. She wasn’t sure why her heart rate was so high, or why her hands were shaking. She stared down at the sodden doll, rice spilling from it’s stab wound, and let out a heavy breath.

Nothing happened. Just like she knew it would. The doll did not move. She was never even the least bit scared. All she’d done is waste time and make a mess.

With a groan, Iris picked herself up off the bathroom floor. She grabbed the doll and deposited it on the radiator to dry it out. She’d burn it in the morning.

She let the water out of the tub, draped a towel over the puddle and went to bed.

Nothing seemed amiss. And of course, nothing was.

It was just, a few weeks later—and she was probably just hearing things—but she could swear, on her way to school, she could hear someone behind her whispering.

“I found you, Iris. You are the next ‘it.’”

She was sure it was nothing, though, just her imagination. I mean, she did all the steps right.

Didn’t she?

[alicemoonwonderland]

"The chance to see a beaver makes the wood in my pants excited." Or just the thought of spending the night with a wonderful woman, but he digressed. He really needed to stop spending so much time with trees. - Gladiolus Amicitia in Fireplaces and Flannel

[insomniasix]

The Moon and The Wolf| Part II

A/N: Alright, last fic of 2017.. In less than 5 minutes this year will be over. So what better time to update something that had 2017 words xD

FFXV/SUPERNATURAL CROSSOVER

Warnings: None | Words: 881 |Includes: Gifs |SFW

“Sorry my brothers shot you.” You took a seat next to Libertus, waiting for the King to allow entrance to the Throne Room.

Libertus laughed at your comment and at how casual you seemed when making it “It’s alright, kid.”

“Alright?!” you turned to look at him, not entirely understanding why he was laughing “Couple of inches to the left and you’d be singing by Ramuh’s side.”

“You know,” he let out a heartfelt laugh again, louder than before “I bet he’s a horrible singer.”

A chuckle left your lips as you couldn’t have agreed more “Bet Bahamut’s way worse.”

Just as you and Libertus had begun annoying the rest with your giggles and laughter, the main door burst open; the mighty Shield of the King almost running inside and spotting you right away.

It only took him four big steps to get to where you were sitting; just between Libertus and Sam.

“Y/N,” his voice took you by surprise… he was pissed “What the Hell were you thinking?!” he ordered to know and you moved back on your seat at how angry he seemed to be at you.

He reached out to grab your forearm; you were surprised when you saw someone else’s on his, stopping him from touching you.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” you were expecting Dean to be the one saving you, like he always did ever since you were kids; but this time, Dean was standing in the middle of the room, just as dumbfounded as you were upon realizing… Nyx was the one protecting you!

Anger sparking in his eyes as his claws were almost piercing Gladio’s skin.

“Down boy.” Gladio growled, coming face to face with an angry Nyx.

“Nyx, stop!” you stood in between them, looking straight into his mesmerizing eyes.

“I won’t let him hurt you, Y/N.” Nyx answered, not taking his stare or claws away from the Shield.

Gladio huffed a laugh and let himself relax “I was only trying to check her wound, you big puppy.” He said, feeling Nyx’s hold release some of the tension on him “No-one’s hurting your mate.”

“His WHAT?” Dean couldn’t have made his way to you faster at the sound of Gladio’s choice word.

“Looks like he chose you, Y/N.” the younger man laughed as Nyx’s features turned back to normal under your surprised look and your brother’s watchful eye.

“What is…”

“Come here, you idiot.” Gladio cut you off, drawing your attention on him for the time being. He made you sit back down; Nyx watching him carefully, arms crossed to his chest and eyes never leaving the two of you.

Dean stood next to him, still trying to understand what the Shield meant.

Gladio undid the last buttons of your white shirt and lifted the hem of it a little, revealing a blooded patch, covering the lower left side of your stomach.

Dean’s attention turned to you instantly. He didn’t know you had been wounded.

Gladio removed the tapes and the gauze, sighing “You opened up your stitches again. Damn it, Y/N! I told you, you weren’t ready!”

“What happened to her?” you turned your attention to your angry brother. Dean, fuming with anger, had grabbed Nyx by the collar, probably thinking it was him who’d hurt you, since the two of you had been alone for a long time before he found you in the woods.

“Dean, can you stop?” you winched in pain as Gladio kept you down when you tried to get up to the same level as the men in front of you “Not everything is Nyx’s fault.”

“Then how’d this happen?” he gestured to your wound after leaving the Glaive alone.

You took a quick look at Sam before answering and he nodded you to go on.

“I’ve been hunting alone.” You sighed your answer.

Dean’s world shattered around him “What?” he breathed, his nostrils flaring as anger took over the whole of his body “Did you know about this?” he turned towards Sam and your younger brother didn’t answer, giving Dean one of his apologetic puppy eyed stares.

“Damn it, Sam. We’ve talked about this!” he yelled “and you! What the hell? Hunting alone?!”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Dean.” You said plainly, looking at Gladio’s hands treating your cut and avoiding your brother’s death glare.

“I’m sorry, I was destructed by Gladiolus’ hands dressing a gigantic cut I wasn’t aware you had… you mind running that by me one more time?” he mocked, being all snarky and full with irony in his voice.

You didn’t answer; you just nodded a ‘thank you’ when Gladio was done and got up from your seat, moving toward King Noctis’ double door.

“I’ve been hunting alone ever since you got captured by Ardyn.” You said, voice low and cold as your hand moved to stand on the cold frame of the iron door “I don’t need you to babysit me, Dean. I’m not a kid anymore.”

Before Dean could speak his mind, the door you were touching opened, the smiling green eyes of the King’s Adviser, Ignis Scientia, welcomed you to the Throne Room.

Moving inside, all of your company -humans and werewolves -bend your knees, bowing gracefully in the presence of the One True King, Noctis Lucis Caelum.

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