#noct didn't ask for it

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Maybe I'm a cynic but I will never ever do a tag game when people say "if you see this it's your tag" or whatever. There's no self-respect in chasing after attention of people who do not care about you.

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The Warrior's Wrath - Part 2

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Word Count: 5994

Tags: Medieval Scotland AU; Highlander Kid; Blurry non-con; Angst without happy ending; Fluff and angst; have I mentioned ANGST? soft Kid; feral Kid; Blood and gore; Killer might have a crush on reader (didn’t notice I did this until I was editing); MDNI!!! 🔞

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You and Kid, the fiercest worry of your village, get married and happiness is just within your reach. Until Blackbeard, the laird, comes to claim prima nocta and takes you. Somehow, you are able to placate Kid’s anger before you go, yet, when you return filled with marks and bruises, Kid can no longer be controlled.

Notes: Highlander Kid lives rent free in my head and I can’t help it. This one got away from me, though. I meant it to be around 5 or 6k words, it turned out to be almost 13k. Historical note, there’s no concrete historical evidence to support the existence of prima nocte, but this story was heavily inspired by Braveheart - God, I love this movie. I do hope you enjoy it! I’m so sorry for breaking your heart again. I thrive on angst! 

PS: Decided to compromise and split this into two parts but posted at the same time!

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane

MASTERLIST

|Part 1|

Kid slept through lunch and most of the afternoon and when he woke up, you had already instructed Killer to ask him for help with a very important task that needed his craftsman expertise, so he wouldn't observe you too closely again. 

Killer gave you a frown and a veiled judgmental look that you decided to ignore and, by the time they returned, you had dinner on the table. Kid's portion had a special ingredient in it. 

And it wasn't just love. 

He fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow and a soft sigh left your parted lips as you cleaned the table and applied more poultice to your wounds. They seemed less inflamed now. Their colour was a bit more faded and the swelling on most of them had gone down. 

You nodded as you prepared for bed. You could do this. 

-*-

You were woken by a wave of heat and pleasure. Something so strong that immediately pulled a moan from your open mouth. 

The room was dimly lit by the light of the crescent moon coming through the window and the small flame of the burning embers in the fireplace, but you could make out Kid’s fiery red hair between your parted thighs. Though you didn't need any sight to realise what he was doing.

His tongue licked and lapped at your lower lips, tasting, sucking nibbling. He was teasing you awake with the gentleness of his touch, purposely dragging his tongue around your clit. 

“Kid!” You huffed, eyes shutting hard as your fingers clenched the sheets. 

“We still haven't tried this bed out, lass. I don't know why I've been so tired, but I'm not postponing this anymore.” His calloused hand grabbed the back of your knee as he hoisted your leg over his shoulder. “The other one.” He commanded you as you silently obeyed and placed your other leg on top of him. 

The room was dark. He wouldn't notice the dark finger-shaped bruises around your hips. There was barely any light, he wouldn't notice the crust already coating the bite mark on your right thigh. You could scarcely see the orange of his eyes so there was no way he would notice the purple of the bruises on your buttocks. 

Right? 

Besides, you couldn't even think straight as he plunged two digits inside you and bullied your throbbing nub. His efforts now only aimed to get you off as you were already awake, all previous gentleness quickly forgotten. The pressure building in your core made your legs clench around his head and he groaned into you, the low vibrato of his voice adding another layer of pleasure, tightening the coil and making your back arch. 

The pain from the bruises on your back and the bites on your nape mingled with the waves of pleasure that overtook you almost without warning. 

“Mmph, Kid! I'm gonna-...” You didn't even finish your sentence as it turned into a litany of moans and mewls, thighs clenching and squeezing Kid's head, pulling him further into you as you rode out your high on his face. “Stop, enough, love.” You tapped his head lightly as your legs released him from your grasp, clit aching and throbbing, begging for rest. 

He emerged with a wicked grin on his face. “All tapped out, lass? This is just the beginning. I'm not done with ya.”

Your heart leapt and rejoiced at his words, but your body was so tired and sore that it begged for rest. You needed to stall him. 

“My love, let me just brew us some tea. I'm so tired that I need a little pick-me-up.” You kissed his forehead and swung your legs to the side to get up. You were naked - Kid's work - but quickly stirred the embers in the fireplace, adding some kindling and bringing it back to a roaring flame so you could heat some water. You planned to mix a bit of nightshade in Kid's tea. That would put him to sleep. 

Except you didn't notice how your husband silently followed you to the brightness of the fireplace - he was the fiercest warrior for a reason. 

As big as he was, he moved with the stealth of a stag, so you didn't hear him until his hand was on your arm, stilling your movements. Biting your lip you tried to suppress a hiss. He could see you clearly now. 

All of you. 

All of your bruises and marks and cuts. 

All of your shame. 

Your eyes searched for his, embarrassment and fear written all over your face. He gazed at you with a piercing scowl on his lips, orange orbs scrutinising every bit of skin, taking in the full extent of what the laird had done to you. 

To his wife! 

“Kid…”

“So ya weren't disgusted by me.” He grunted. “I thought ya just didn't want me anymore. But ya were just hiding this.” He dragged out the last word, his growl shifting the sound to something dangerous. 

“I…”

“That fucker.” The eerie calmness of his voice made all the hairs on your body bristle and brought tears to your eyes. This was what you wanted to avoid.

The tea, he needed the tea. 

“Let me just-...” He cut you and your movements off by grabbing your waist and laying you down on the deer pelt you had on the floor - you had put it there for cuddling. 

“Shut up, lass.” His voice was hoarse and pained. He forced you to lie back as his eyes ran over your body, taking in all the wounds, bites, scratches, cuts and bruises. There were so many. You knew. 

You lay still. Your eyes shut as you tried to keep your tears hidden inside. You never wanted to hide something like this from him, but you had to. 

“Did ya really think I wouldn't notice this?” You had never heard him speak so calmly. It was another stage of rage you had never encountered. And it was terrifying. 

“I hoped I could hide it from you.” The whisper that left your lips felt foreign and odd. And you still couldn't meet his gaze. 

“For how long? Ya were going to deny me for how long?”

Biting back a sob you shook your head and scrunched your shoulders. “How long it took.”

“That fucker hurt ya. Why? Ya fought back? If ya wanted to fight I was ready for it before he took ya! Ya didn't have to do it alone!” He emphasised his anger with a punch to the floor and you inhaled deeply. This type of anger you were familiar with. 

“It wasn't like that. He realised I wasn't a maiden anymore. Then he ripped my wedding dress and told me he would make me forget you.” Finally your eyes met Kid's as you smirked and a silent tear ran down the corner of your eye. “I told him there was no chance of it happening with his tiny dick.”

You saw as your husband's lips twitched, and his orange eyes brightened with the slightest hint of humour. Yet he didn't laugh. 

“So he did that.” He gestured to your body and you nodded solemnly. You had to find a way to drug him before he did something drastic. 

Except he just inhaled. A deep breath as he closed his eyes. You could almost feel his anger draining away from him so you didn't dare speak a word. 

When he opened his eyes, there was nothing but love in them. Kid lowered himself above your body and you felt his lips on yours, very softly, then they moved towards the bruise on your jaw. You let out a low hiss because of the pressure but he didn't say anything. Instead he continued, kissing every bruise on your neck, on your breasts, chest, belly, legs, thighs… 

Your husband worshipped your body like he had never done before. You knew he loved you deeply, and you loved him beyond anything rational, but he showed his love with coarse gestures, with brutish affection. Never like this.

Slowly you laced your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you just as you saw his fist clenching, knuckles turning white and veins protruding from his biceps. He was stuck on your thighs, where there were some of the worst bruises. 

“My love.” You brought him back to reality, pressing your lips firmly against his, noticing the lingering scent and taste of yourself in his mouth, not caring one bit. “It’s still me. I’m fine. Forget it, please forget it.”

Kid didn’t say anything. He pressed his knee against your legs and you parted them so he could slot himself there. He kept trailing kisses all over your body. Soft kisses. So, so soft. He was trying to caress you at the same time, but with only one arm he couldn’t find support to keep upright.

Grunting and cursing about his limitation, he sat down and used his arm to hoist you up so you could sit on his lap, one leg on each side. You used this leverage to grab his face with your hands, tracing your fingers through the scar on his face and kissing him gently. “Kid…” You didn’t quite know what you were about to say. Something to try and steer away his anger. 

Whatever it was, it was quickly set aside when he claimed your lips again. A kiss so sweet and so soft, so unlike anything you were used to, that it almost brought tears to your eyes. Clawing with your hands, you pulled his shirt over his head and aligned yourself with his hard dick.

His arm circled your back as his hand settled on your nape, deepening the kiss and he gave a gentle thrust, sheathing himself completely and swallowing your soft moan. You rocked your hips gently, following his slow pace. 

It was utterly different from all the times you had been together with him and yet, still as pleasurable as when he was using you brutally. You couldn’t explain why this heat coming from within you felt different, except that it just did. It built in soft waves, spreading slowly to your toes and making your head light. So much so that you had to bury your face in the crook of his neck, your fingers tangling themselves amidst red locks as faint moans escaped your lips, just to keep you tethered to reality. 

His head fell on your shoulder as well, lips kissing softly instead of biting angrily; his hand caressing you instead of pressing and bruising. He was treating you as if you were a delicate flower instead of the wild thistle he knew you were. 

And for all the old gods and the new, you didn’t even know you needed to be treated this gently until the tears started streaming down your face. Hot droplets, one or two at first, and then an unending torrent. You saw them fall on Kid’s shoulder, and you were sure he felt them because he stopped for a second before resuming his languid, soft thrusts. 

“It’s ya and me lass.” He whispered near your ear while his arm gripped you tighter. “Always ya and me. Always.” He punctuated each word with a harder thrust and the wave of pleasure that hit you with the last ‘always’ came unannounced, crashing over you like a raging tsunami, making you cry out his name as your whole body clenched around him, locking him in a desperate embrace.

He finished a few thrusts later and you remained locked together for a while. You don’t really remember falling asleep, you recall him softly cleaning you up and helping you to bed as you muttered softly: “It’s me and you Kid.”

And then darkness took over.

-*-

The dawn came too fast. Light seeped through the window lazily as the birds chirped their morning song, too close to your window, reminding you that it was time to get up and get ready for the day.

You felt happy. Your heart lighter than it had been since your wedding day. Last night you had made love with your husband. You loved the way he roughed you up, taking you hard and possessively, claiming you as his whenever and however he pleased.

But last night felt different. And it was healing in more ways than one.

Your hand reached for his side of the bed, searching for his body so you could claim some cuddles and kisses. Even if he protested a bit, you knew he was a softie for your affection. 

But the bed was cold and he was gone.

Gasping, you jolted upright, stifling a cry of pain as your body protested with the effort. Your eyes immediately went to the mantle, to the designated place of his axe, silently praying and begging all the gods for it to be there, resting idly against it. 

It wasn’t there. 

Nausea overtook you and you barely had time to find a bucket to vomit of bile that surged up from your stomach. You knew where he was.That was why he had been so gentle and so caring last night. 

He had gone to seek vengeance. 

-*-

After he put you to bed, Kid donned his kilt, a scowl on his lips as he regarded your spent, sleeping form. He could still recall the shape and indent of every bruise, every bite mark, every scrape and - that fucking fucker - every cut. 

There was no way he would let this pass.

Throughout the night you were gone, he had come to terms with what happened. Flanked by his best friends - Killer, Heat and Wire - they had drunk themselves into a stupor. He was willing to forgive that laird bastard for what he had done. 

Kid had promised you.

But now he was seeing red. After what he had seen, after the marks that useless arse had left on your body and your soul - your tears had broken Kid in two - he would never let that bastard live another day. 

With you tucked safely in bed, he pressed his lips to your forehead. You were the love of his life. He had never felt this way about anything or anyone. He had learned long ago that vulnerability was a weakness, something to be taken advantage of. 

Except with you.

With you he could be vulnerable, kind, gentle, warm… you would never judge. Only reciprocate.

“I love you forever.” He mumbled into your hair as his hand lingered with one last caress before he left your home.

He was going alone. With all the rage he felt, he knew he could take on the world if it stepped in his path. Except the one who did was Killer.

“Where ya going?” Killer asked, a soft chuckle letting Kid know he already knew the answer.

“Claim some blood. Wanna come with?” The growl that accompanied his statement was involuntary. 

“Been waiting for it. I saw that fucking bruise on her jaw. That fucker.” 

They both started to pace towards the dense forest. “Those were not the only ones. He scarred her all over. Fucking bastard, I’m gonna carve a grin on his fucking face.”

“We’ll help.” Heat and Wire said, emerging from the shadows.

Kid grinned maniacally. Fuck, the four of them would burn the world down.

Just for you.

-*-

As you left the house, looking frantically for Kid, hoping he was just sparring with Killer, you realised that all of the four warriors were gone. Your stomach churned again and you threw up some more behind a bush.

Your worst fears had come true. This was all your fault, you forgot to give him the tea.

Tears streamed down your face as your heart clenched in your chest. He would come to you alive, you knew that perfectly well, but he would never live down the murdering of a laird. He would be sentenced and executed. Hanged, most likely, beheaded if there was any justice left in this world.

But he would be torn from your arms. For eternity.

As you slumped to the floor, your wet eyes fixed on the battered path that came from the woods and led straight into the village, you heard him. A boisterous laugh, a thunderous cocky roar of victory. He’d done it.

-*-

Kid had gone straight to the laird’s quarters, leaving his men to handle whatever else came along. They were told to try and hold back on the killing, but they were free to do as they pleased. 

Fortunately for them, most of Blackbeard’s household hated his guts. They let them pass without bothering them. Only some of his personal guards gave them trouble. But Kid strode on. His eyes burned with rage, his hand clenched around the handle of his axe, which was calling for blood.

Kicking the door of his room down, Kid rejoiced from the startled yelp that came from the bed. The bastard had been in a deep slumber, but Kid wanted him wide awake for what was coming next.

“Lass, go away.” Your husband growled at the girl that was in bed with Blackbeard, a very young girl. And that only managed to fuel Kid’s rage.  A groggy Blackbeard tried to get up, but Kid drew a knife from his belt and threw it at him, hitting his nose with the hilt and eliciting another yelp. 

“Ya stay right there.”

With two long strides and while the laird was still clutching his nose in pain, Kid approached and, as soon as his enemy removed his hands from his face, he delivered a powerful punch to the same spot where the knife had hit, effectively making him lie back down. 

“I said, stay down, fucker.”

Kid snarled, his lips curling back, revealing his menacing canines. 

Blackbeard opened and closed his eyes between groans, as the punch from your husband had made him very dizzy, almost unconscious. A perfect stage for what came next. 

With dexterous fingers, Kid tied Blackbeard’s wrists together, threw them over his head, and secured them to the bedpost. He repeated the procedure with his legs, and then nodded in approval.

“Just like a fucking pig ready for slaughter. Ya fucking asshole.”

The laird blinked, his mouth opening and closing, revealing his many missing teeth and lending him a terrified look. Your husband leaned down, putting his face right next to Blackbeard’s bleeding nose. “Remember me?”

Blackbeard spat in Kid’s face, which only managed to make Kid's cackle more menacing. “I remember your wife very well. She squirmed a lot beneath me and-...”

Kid didn't let him finish as his forehead collided with Blackbeard’s mouth, knocking out a few more teeth. “Keep my wife's name out of ya filthy fucking mouth or I make this last way longer than it needs to. And ya won't like it.”

“Her name wasn't the only thing in my mouth.” He taunted and Kid cracked his knuckles against his leg. 

“The long way it is, then. Even better.” It was a good thing that Blackbeard was too busy blinking back tears from the sting of the headbutt, or he would've noticed the unhinged glint in Kid's eyes. 

It was also fortunate that he was spitting out teeth and blood for a good part of the minute because he missed seeing Kid lay out his knives, ready to exact his vengeance. In the slowest, most painful way possible. 

-*-

You got up on shaky legs, nausea still making you wobbly, but you strode with purpose towards your husband, your eyes wide as saucers and your mouth hanging open. 

You had seen him bloodied from fights and hunts before, but right now he was soaked in blood. Head to toe, there was barely an inch of skin that was clean. 

With each step you took, more tears fell from your eyes, and your heart clenched more tightly. Breath hitched in your throat as your limbs trembled and shook relentlessly. 

“You idiot, reckless, careless, moron!”

Killer whistled as he, Heat and Wire stepped out of your way. 

“Feckless gowk, you're always, always, thinking with your fist instead of your head, Kid! Why?” Your voice grew louder and louder, reaching a screech so high that would make a forest banshee squeak in fear. As soon as you reached him, he greeted you with his cocky smirk, tilting his head sideways and looking down at you with a bit of blood smeared near his lip. 

“Hello, lass. Miss me?”

You clenched your fists, relentless tears still dripping down your face, drenching you in sorrow. Pressing yourself against him, you punched his chest, over and over while your eyes tightened and sobs clawed at your throat. 

Somehow you still managed to speak between heaves and hiccups. 

“You promised me a lifetime! A lifetime entails an actual life! Why did you do this, Kid, why? Gods, why?” Your legs gave out but before you collapsed, his strong arm enveloped your waist, pulling you into a crushing embrace. 

You locked eyes with him and his were filled with tenderness. Something he reserved only for you. 

“Lass, for ya I'd make the whole world bleed. Over and over again until all the rivers ran red.”

His words hung around you, heavy and painful and you kept sobbing into his chest, your fingers clawing and clenching his blood-soaked shirt. 

“It's ya and me, love. No one in between.” He finished as you felt yourself drifting into unconsciousness. “Forever.”

-*-

You barely had a few hours with him before the sheriff came to take Kid away to the gaols. He didn't protest. You however did. 

Your screams were heard all over the Highlands. How it wasn't fair, how the laird was dreadful and terrible and how no one liked him or thought he was fit to lead. You even showed them most of your bruises. 

When none of that worked, you dropped to your knees and pleaded. You begged like never before. 

To no avail. 

They didn't even let you say goodbye to him properly. 

-*-

Kid had weeks to ponder his wrongdoings as he sat in jail. He was pondering all right, but they were not wrongdoings in his eyes. 

He thought about the way it felt as the tip of the knife sank into the laird’s thigh, right where you had a mark. He thought about the cut he made from Blackbeard’s lip to the exact place where the bruise on your jaw was. He also thought about the joy it gave him when he ripped the laird’s balls out with his bare hands. 

It was such a shame the bastard passed out from shock and blood loss immediately afterward. Such a shame. 

On other days, most of them, actually, Kid thought about you. Your scent, your touch, your lips, your hair, your smile… 

But mostly, your love. 

-*-

You tried everything. You spoke with the highest ranks in the clan - the ones who were deciding both Kid's fate and who ruled the land - but they quickly dismissed you. 

You spoke with the druid who had officiated your wedding but he couldn't do anything to help. When you managed to speak with the sheriff, he told you Kid had made a deal of his own. He would gladly pay the ultimate price and serve as an example: even if the laird was a total bastard, there could be no rebellion, much less from within the clan. 

But only if his friends were spared the repercussions. Killer, Heat and Wire wouldn't be charged. 

The sheriff accepted. 

-*-

They decided on a beheading. Which was much more humane than just leaving someone dangling from a noose. That was torture if the neck didn't snap right away. 

Kid was grateful for that. 

They were going to make an example out of him, but they were still thankful for the service he had provided. Blackbeard had been in charge for a short time but the damage had been extensive. Both to the vaults and to the towns and villages under his command. 

The sheriff confessed - over drinks Kid should have been denied but wasn’t - that he should be made a hero instead of a martyr. But life was just like that. ‘One minute you're here, the next you're dead.’

Kid tried to push his luck a bit more and asked to see you. 

The sheriff said he would see what could be done, but his smile and wink gave Kid hope. 

Kid just needed to make sure you were all right. He knew you would be mad at him, cursing him, condemning his soul to wander aimlessly with all the grudge you held against his actions, and he needed to apologise to you. 

Not for what he did, he would do it all over again - except, maybe, leave the laird  conscious for more time - but for what he put you through. And for breaking his promise. 

He would love you forever, that he would. Except his forever would be far shorter than yours. And perhaps that was something you couldn't forgive. 

-*-

When the sheriff came to get you so you could see Kid, you almost wept. You were knee-deep in your herb garden, trying to gather some peppermint and chamomile to brew a tea that might help keep food in your stomach, as you didn’t seem able to hold anything down these days.

You were mistaken, though. You thought he meant you could bring Kid home to you. But it was just so you could say goodbye. His execution was scheduled for the next day. 

Quincy and Killer had to help you through your shock as you tried to regain your breath. Even the sheriff seemed flustered by your fit. Yet how could you help it? When the love of your life was going to be executed?

After your friends forced you to drink some of that tea, you accompanied the sheriff to the gaols, dread making your stomach churn as the nausea returned tenfold. The smell of the gaols alone was enough to make anyone queasy. 

But soon enough the sheriff led you to a small room - not his cell - where Kid was waiting for you, his wrist shackled to the stone wall. As soon as his bright orange eyes fixed on yours, you became a sobbing mess. 

Closing the distance between you with a small sprint, you jumped and dangled from his neck as he took two steps back gaining enough leverage from the chain to hug you back. “Kid! Kid! Gods… oh, gods…” Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you sobbed and cried until your throat was raw and your tears had dried.

“There, there, lass. It’s okay. It’s okay.” He kept repeating those soothing words, his dry lips placing gentle kisses on your skin. You showed no signs of letting him go anytime soon, so he slumped against the wall and slid down, cradling you in his strong lap as your arms held on for dear life around his thick neck. 

After what felt like an eternity, you heard the soft thump of Kid’s head against the wall and you moved to look into his eyes. He looked pained and exhausted as he let out a deep sigh. 

“Forgive me, lass.” His mumble made his chest rumble and, instinctively, you pressed closer to him. “I broke our vows. I cannot give ya forever. But I’ll always love ya.”

Fresh tears ran down your face, gathering at your chin and dripping off. You didn’t even bother with cleaning your face as the tears would only carve new paths, like a river that keeps flowing, shaping the earth as it passes. 

“Will ya? Forgive me?” You should. You wanted to. But his parting would leave a chasm so big within you that you didn’t know if you could. Besides, there was something else he needed to know.

“I’m carrying a child in my womb.” You said softly. You had suspected it for a while, but now that your monthly cycle had fully stopped, you were sure. 

You felt him stiffen against you, the soft caresses of his hand against your back suddenly halting as he turned his head to look into your eyes. You indulged him by lifting your head, a strained smile pressed upon your lips as you realised, far too late now, that this information was bringing regret to his eyes.

If you had known sooner, perhaps you could have prevented this. He might’ve stayed home instead of seeking vengeance. He would still be with you tomorrow, and the day after, and the one after that. Because there would be a child to tend to as well. 

Except there was a slight problem.

With a trembling lip and shifting eyes, you grasped his dirty ragged shirt. “I don’t know… gods, Kid I don’t know if the child is…”

“It’s mine.” He roared. A primal growl escaping his lips as he swallowed a hard lump in his throat. “I know it’s mine. I know it, lass.”

You nodded at him, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks once more. “It’s yours.” Kid dipped his head as he took your lips into his and you couldn’t bear the thought that these moments were the last you would spend with your other half. “Kid, beg for clemency. Please, Kid. Beg for your life. Say you’ll repent for your sins. Admit you were wrong and ask for mercy. For me, for the child, for us! Please, Kid, please!”

He shook his head softly, seemingly out of strength to contradict you, and you continued. “Please! They hated the laird, they’ll forgive you if you plead enough! Even if you stay in jail for the rest of your life, please, love! Please!”

The words kept catching in your throat. Desperate, raw, filled with sorrow and grief. You didn’t know what else to do.

He simply kissed your forehead and sighed. “Lass, a warrior doesn’t beg. A warrior has his pride. I will not beg.” He seemed resigned to his fate now, you knew there was nothing else you could say that would swindle his will. He was a warrior through and through and you knew he would never live in shame. Even if it meant he had to be away from you.

“Please…” You begged one last time.

“Love, ya’ll stay away tomorrow. I don’t want ya at the beheading. I don’t want ya to remember me like that. Ya’ll stay home, feed, take care of our child. Raise him to be a strong, powerful warrior like his father. Stay away.” 

You shook your head as another fresh wave of sobs made your shoulder heave. “Say you’ll beg, Kid, please, for us…”

“Stay home, forgive me. Make me these promises, lass, so I can go in peace.” This unfamiliar softness in his voice only broke you more. You needed to forgive him so he could rest in the afterlife. You knew that. But you also knew that forgiving him meant you had to accept the fact that you would never see him again.

That he was lost forever.

And that was a terrifying thought.

Instead you pressed your lips against his, deepening the kiss, drawing him close, clawing at his body in desperation and grasping every bit of him, trying to imprint his mark upon yourself so you could forever remember the shape of his body against yours.

After an eternity you whispered: “Aye, Kid. I forgive you. I love you forever.”

“And always.” He finished in a mournful tone.

-*-

Quincy stayed with you. Killer wanted to be at your side, to help you through the pain, but you needed Kill to be there for Kid. You were still hoping he would beg for mercy. Deep down you knew he never would, but there was a very slight tingle of hope in the pit of your stomach and you almost didn’t dare give it any attention.

Your nausea was overwhelming and you were bedridden, barely eating and with no will to even open your eyes. 

Noon was the time of the execution. Ten minutes to go.

“He’ll beg. He has to beg.” You whispered to the wind, Quincy was holding your hand, feeding you tea from time to time, her face heavy with the loss. 

Five minutes…

“Quincy… he can’t leave me! He can’t!” The sobs and hiccups pulled more bile from your stomach, your limbs trembling relentlessly as your head throbbed and ached. 

Noon.

The bells didn’t ring and you hoped. Your breath hitched in your throat. They only rang the bells when the execution was over. The bells were silent.

The bells were silent.

Shallow breaths left your parted lips, your tears frozen in your eyelids as your hand crushed Quincy’s, who stood by you without making a sound. 

Then the relentless toll of the bells started. Each toll carved away a piece of your heart. Each chime brought a wave of agony up your chest. Each clang resounded deep in your soul, bringing flashes of the brief time you spent with Kid: his smiles, his frowns, his growls, his eyes… the light in his bright orange eyes which you would see no more.

The pain was unbearable.

With each heave you made, gasping for air that seemed to never reach your lungs, your heart broke another piece. With each wail that left your lips, a part of your soul left with it. Your heart had parted from this world.

And now you were left empty.

Forever.

-*-

“Push! Push, lass! A little harder, come on!” House instructed, her hands deep in your thighs, helping the baby be born.

You were spent. The last eight hours had been laborious, painful and filled with memories. You were physically drained and emotionally exhausted. 

“I can’t!” You whined, a fresh bout of tears leaving your eyes as you cursed and tried to push.

“Ya can! Ya know why?” House looked up from your thighs, a wicked smile spread upon her lips as she lifted her bloodied hands and clapped, droplets of blood flying around her. “I see a redhead!”

And with a hearty laugh you gave a final push, your strength renewed, your love rekindled.

“It’s a boy!” House exclaimed as the sweet sound of cries filled your ears.

-*-

The stone marker was very simple. Heat had carved a red flame upon the stone with Kid’s name on it. Every month you visited it, leaving a wreath of wildflowers on top of it. White heather and clovers, primroses and daisies, meadowsweet, and ropes of ivy to symbolise fidelity and eternity. 

An exact copy of the headdress you wore on the day of your wedding. You didn’t take any other man, though you didn’t make that promise to Kid, you couldn’t find enough strength in you to give yourself to another person. 

And Kid would be waiting for you in the afterlife. You were sure of it.

Your child was already one year old. A fiery redheaded boy, the spitting image of his fierce father. Every night you stared at him for the longest of times, seeing so much of Kid on your son, wishing your husband were by your side to share the joy.

He would have loved to carry the little one on his shoulders, to make him giggle, to spin him in the air… he would’ve been proud to train him in the ways of the warrior, to follow Kid’s footsteps.

He would’ve been proud.

“Your father was very brave. He gave his life to defend our honour. He’s watching us!” The tears were still a constant, but rarer now. The ache in your heart somewhat subsided, but was still there. Throbbing from time to time. A painful remembrance of what could have been.

With a sigh you placed the wreath on top of the stone and uttered the same words you uttered every time: “It’s you and me, Kid.”

Forever and always.

The End

[zzprompto]

hiiii I love your stuff and wanted to make a request. is it possible to get an accidental confession from the reader where we're either talking to ignis or whoever you choose about how we have feelings for either prompto or noctis and they over hear us talking about them? you can choose whoever or both. have a good day/night<3

thanks for requesting!

☆ not so secret

noctis lucis caelum x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

[name] paced around, waiting for ignis to finish talking to gladio so he could get some advice of his own. his brain was rattling around in his head, different thoughts squirming around as he stood there, consumed by his own thoughts. he need to talk to ignis, and quick.

after what felt like centuries, ignis was finally done talking to gladio. [name] took this opportunity and he quickly rushed over to the cook, not wanting anyone else to steal his chance.

"ignis. we need to talk about something. something.. serious. i don't know who else to tell, i feel like you'd be the best guy out of all of us to talk to." [name] rambled, voice rushing to finish it's sentence - just how the thoughts were rushing around [name]'s mind.

ignis nodded in response to his friend's rambling, seemingly quite concerened now for his friend. what could of happened? surely it wasn't something bad, right? because [name] surely looked distressed.

"yes, of course. you can come to me for anything, [name]." ignis said, giving [name] a small smile. he hoped it would somehow reassure him, or calm his nerves about this hidden situation to an extent. "now, what is it that you wanted to talk about?" ignis asked.

[name] took a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing mind. it seemed to work, or well at least for the time being. he could talk to ignis and not worry about his looming anxiety about the topic.

[name] cleared his throat, eyes focusing on the ground briefly before he looked up. he leaned in a little closer to ignis and he finally spoke. "i like noctis, romantically i mean. i just.. i just don't know if he feels the same. he has luna, a perfect, fairy tale ending to his story." [name] speaks, eyes trailing down to the floor once again. "no prince or king runs off with another prince, he always ends up with a princess - marrying her so she'd be his queen." [name] mumbles, clearly disappointed by the situation he has been put in because of his feelings.

ignis' eyes widen for a brief second as he takes in the initial shock after learning the news. his eyes then soften and he looks at [name] sympathetically, trying to make sure his friend doesn't worry about this 'boy drama' he has gotten himself into.

"i would've never thought you liked noct, but thinking back on it now it definitely makes sense." ignis chuckles slightly, shaking his head as he thinks of all the moments that had been shared between noctis and [name] over the years. it was clear that their bond was that beyond friendship - but to what extent? nobody knows yet.

throughout the years that all the men knew eachother, it was obvious that [name] and noctis were the closest. they'd always end up hanging out more, having more to say to eachother, or even having more secrets between eachother. it was clear that the two men cared for one another a fair deal.

yet, there was always a hint of something more.

there had always been a little glint in [name]'s eye whenever noctis was mentioned, or vice versa. there was always a smile, or a special applaud that the pair had for one another that they didn't have for anyone else. it was always clear that the relationship between the two was more than platonic.

even some of their friends caught up with all the signs. prompto was really the first one to notice, he even started to tease noctis about it. he'd often say how great of a couple the prince and [name] would be, and as of late he had been saying that noctis should marry [name] and not luna. noctis always brushed it off, however. he tried to act nonchalant, but there was always a blush on his cheeks whenever he heard the mention of his friends name.

whilst the conversation between ignis and [name] was occuring, noctis couldn't help but try and listen in. of course, his intentions were merely innocent. he had heard his name escape his friend's lips, and wanted to see if something was wrong. what he did not expect however, was for [name] to be confessing his feelings for him to ignis. noctis was perplexed.

the ravenette stood there in shock for a few seconds. he tried to process everything he had just heard, trying to see if he was just making things up. but no. he wasn't. [name] truly liked noctis romantically, and noctis felt his heart swelling as he heard the words fall out of [name]'s lips.

after gaining the courage, noctis decided to approach his friends. he stood besides [name] and smiled at the other man softly. it was the special smile he had only reserved for [name], none of his other friends. yet, this time the smile looked a bit different. it was as if the smiled was filled with an aspect of love and hope.

"i overheard what you said, [name]." noctis whispered as he stood besides his friend. ignis decided to take this as his queue to leave. he didn't even have to play the matchmaker, his friends were going to do that all themselves without his help.

[name] looked at noctis and he felt a little hot. perhaps it was from embarrassment, or perhaps it was even from the anticipation, the ever so painful longing of loving a friend.

"you did? oh fuck me.." [name] chuckled, shaking his head slightly as a nervous smile filled his features. noctis wanted to reply with something crude, but he decided to hold of for the time being. he'd say such things when they'd actually get together.

"i believe this prince doesn't need a princess.. another prince will do just fine for him." noctis replied, a smile on his lips to conquer the one [name] had. "that is.. if you're willing to have this prince?" the ravenette continued, holding out his hand for [name].

[name] nodded and he took noct's hand, taking a step forward to hug his friend. well, they weren't actually friends anymore. they were more than that now. they were practically soulmates, in all platonic and romantic senses.

"yes.. i am willing to have you and your offer of us being princes together." [name] hummed, feeling content as he held the prince in his arms. he just felt so relieved he didn't have to hide a part of him anymore. it was all out in the open.

noctis gracefully accepted the hug, his own arms going around [name]'s body. he wasn't sure what label to put on his relationship with [name] at the moment, but he was sure to find out. it was sure to be something that fit too, something that represented the two of them greatly.

"thank you." noctis whispered, pressing a small kiss to [name]'s cheek. the prince then earned a flurry of kisses to his face after that.

- author's note: hope you guys enjoy <3 decided to do noctis because i haven't written for him yet + there's barely any noctis content anyway

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[reflectionsofacreator]

📚 final fantasy, your choice of numerical!

cracks knuckles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[savage-rhi]

hi hope you’re well!! id like to request sharing a bed with ignis (or all ffxv boys! up to you!) for the first time please! like there’s only one bed or the booking at hotel went wrong ! it’s up to you! dw if you don’t want to do it :) love ur work!

"This is just peachy..." The sarcasm rolled off Gladio's tongue like molasses as he shot Ignis a glare. "You just had to let blondie down there take care of the booking."

Ignis sighed as he scrunched his legs up further into his chest, trying to give Gladio and their fifth guest more room at the front of the bed. He grunted before addressing the crude remark.

"Tending to Y/N at the time was more important than keeping an eye out on Prompto's sense of rationale."

"Hey!" Prompto exclaimed as he shot up from the foot of the bed. He shoved Gladio's left foot away, grimacing at the aroma that wafted from his calloused toes. "When the receptionist said they had a suite, I assume that means a big space. Where I'm from, a big space means more room which means having more than one bed!"

"There's a reason you didn't pass algebra." Noctis quipped. He earned a swift kick to his side from Prompto and nearly fell off the mattress while he yelped.

"You're one to talk Noct, you only passed the tenth grade cause you copied my material!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not--!"

"Guys, not for nothing, but I'd like to sleep." Y/N sighed.

"Y/N's right," Ignis muttered. "We have a big day ahead of us and it's already late. Let us try to make the best out of the situation."

"Fine, whatever." Noctis breathed. He adjusted his body, lying on his side and facing away from Ignis's legs. He thanked the gods for not being in Prompto's position when it came to catching a whiff of Gladio's feet. The swampy smell was still there from their time in Duscae, and Noctis let out a grunt when he felt nausea pool briefly in his chest.

"You okay down there, Noct?" Y/N asked.

"Yep!" Noctis sighed.

"Good," Y/N tried to keep their eyes upon the ceiling in a vain attempt to ignore the fact they were sandwiched in between both Ignis and Gladio. All the while, their feet were pressed upon Noctis and Prompto. Had they not felt self-conscious being amongst four guys in a single bed, Y/N would've seen the hilarity in all this. How the whole gang was basically crammed onto the mattress like a posse of clowns trapped inside a small vehicle.

"Uh," Y/N made a face as they snapped out of their thoughts. "Gladio, I think you're touching my butt."

"Sorry, my bad!"

"Y/N," Ignis turned his head, raising his voice ever so slight. "This may seem awkward, but we may be able to give Gladio and yourself more wiggle room if you bundle up to me."

"Smooth one, specs." Noctis teased. He let out a wince when Ignis not so subtly jabbed his face with his right foot. Prompto could be heard giggling into his palms at the incident.

Y/N growled a little in their throat. As much as they had grown to enjoy the antics of the boys, now was not the time. Nonetheless, they went through the motions. Their body curled up against Ignis until they were practically spooning the man from behind.

"Finally, I can stretch!" Gladio yawned. He gently reached over and nudged Y/N. "Thanks for taking one for the team."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Y/N muttered in reply. They felt Ignis reach for them, gently coaxing Y/N to put an arm around his waist.

"You sure this is alright?" Y/N tried to whisper against the back of Ignis's head.

"Positive," He replied. "Besides, this will lower the risk of having you wake in a compromising position with anybody."

Y/N quietly laughed at the remark. "Kinda late for that, but okay."

"He's a gentleman like that!" Prompto interjected. He let out an uncomfortable sigh as he moved around, causing the bed to creak. "Gladio, buddy, do you think you can move? You're taking up my side of the bed."

"Your side of the bed?!" Gladio exclaimed, feeling the last straw break the camels back. "This whole bed should've been my side of the bed but you screwed up!"

"And here I thought you liked slumber parties!" Prompto jabbed playfully.

"I outta--!"

"Hey!" Noctis rose up. "You two, shut the hell up and go to sleep! Enough of the cat fight!"

"How about you shut up for a change?" Gladio countered.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Guys, c'mon...I already gotta smell Gladio's fungus feet and I don't want the bed turning into a battle arena!"

"Fungus feet?!"

Y/N shook their head against Ignis, letting out a sigh of disbelief as the commotion between the three pressed on. The gentle squeeze Ignis offered had them slightly perk up.

"They're always like this," Ignis reassured. "And the feelings are mutual, by the way."

The tired reply Ignis gave had Y/N smile from ear to ear, and somehow they could feel themself drifting away among the bantering. Tomorrow would come soon.

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[impatient-traveler]

I realize a lot of the current fandom came to the game after several patches or several *years* since release. So a lot of you might not know the history and how things used to be different.

Now, I personally have very strong feelings about the direction in which FFXV was taken post-launch, but this isn't the point of this post.

The point is to maybe make some newer people in the fandom realize that things used to be very different and hopefully make some of you guys learn something cool about a game you love.

FFXV had several core philosophies that were new, and brave, and really cool, and some of them ended up backfiring really badly. It endeavored to be a multimedia project (the multitude of associated media wasn't just "they weren't able to fit it in the game"!). It was intended to be a live service game (which feels very disconnected from the meaning of that term now, but it was already pretty weird at the time. Tabata, the game's director, seemed to have a very different idea of what it meant from the rest of the world, and to him it meant free monthly updates for multiple years alongside paid DLC). It also was intended to take the players' feedback into account in order to become the best game it could be. That's why we got a huge poll asking for what to add to the game, and that's why a ton of changes were made to the game's main story and content after release. That's also why the original experience is nearly lost to time now.

The initial few patches were mostly a continuation of the game's development. Stuff the devs hadn't managed to do in time or that they thought needed to be better. As time went on, though, more and more updates were made that changed the game's identity in significant ways.

One of the major ideas behind FFXV's storytelling was that it was always intended to be subjective. The main game was Noct's story. You had main characters leaving, you had a lot of things not being explained, a lot of stuff you had to piece together from scraps of info. You were intended to experience the story the way Noctis did. The DLC and other media were supposed to fill those gaps for you. What happened in Insomnia while we were gone? What did the other party members get up to while they weren't with us? You were supposed to get this information from different narrators, different viewpoints.

Think about it. Noctis is only twenty, he was never explicitly told what his destiny would involve, he was never taught how to do this. He's confused, he's terrified, he's just trying to keep going one step at a time through most of the game. It was immersive and impactful when you shared some of those feelings as a player.

The information was there. In other media (Kingsglaive, Brotherhood, A Kings's Tale, Parting Ways, Platinum Demo, eventually all the DLC), but also in little scraps around the game's world. Radio transmissions, Cosmogony books, scraps of newspapers and documents, the environmental storytelling of the nights creeping into your days, the ruined walls of Zegnautus Keep. It was in the context. The subtext. The cross-referencing and theory crafting we, the fandom, did.

You would be surprised just how much of the lore added in DLC and updates elicited no reaction from us back then. It was "duh". It was things we already knew. Things we'd pieced together, discussed, and written fics for months in advance.

Then the Internet did its thing and the loudest voices the devs could hear were the people who didn't love the game, who didn't want to put in the effort, who didn't want to think about it too hard. And instead of only affecting the subsequent content, it also changed the game we used to know.

The random interactable lore dumps they added to many locations with no explanation or reason to be there. The bestiary and character infos (which is a great feature but contributes to making players wait for lore to be fed to them rather than think for themselves). The horrible, disgusting powerpoint presentation they inserted into the middle of the Shiva conversation on the train that just pauses mid-dialogue to offer you an extensive infodump and then continues as if that never happened. There's a lot of things like this.

Did you know the original Ch13 was a horror game? The Ring's spells were tuned in such a way that they incentivised sneaking. It wasn't even mandatory then, you could still bruteforce your way through just by learning the simple counter timing for the Ring. But until you did, you got a precious few minutes of feeling terrified of the MTs patrolling the corridors. People complained that it "took you out of the action" and "interrupted the pace". Oh, do you mean how Noctis was INTERRUPTED by suddenly being all alone, in an unknown, hostile place, trying to rush to save his friend but not get himself killed? It was impactful. It was memorable. Now ch13 feels like a bad joke, Ardyn's attempts at taunts triggering a minute late when you've already moved on from the corpses of the MTs he's warning you about.

Do you know how it felt when Insomnia was a quarter of its current game size and had barely any content? It was rushed, yes. But that was the tragedy of it. The reason why it was so successful at conveying how this felt to Noctis, to the others who'd been waiting for him for a decade. To be reunited only to die. To be robbed of all your freedom in favor of playing the role you were meant for.

Did you realize the entire boss rush at the end is a Royal Edition addition? It's too long. It feels disjointed and at odds with the mood of the story. You're supposed to feel helpless. You're supposed to despair. Instead you get each party member delivering an over-the-top finisher move while yelling extremely cheesy and out of character lines about how much they love their friend. We always knew how much they loved him. It was in their presence. In their willingness to die for him. In the way they didn't look away when they knew they were about to lose him. In the stilted dialogue and awkward attempts at humor, trying to recapture their lost innocence.

This game used to punch you in the gut as it ended. It used to make you feel like you were watching a dear friend walk to his death and had to live with that, with the knowledge that for all its injustice and cruelty, this was "for the best".

Go out. Get the 1.0 mod (which I was consulted for as the person who actually played the old versions and resident modding community grandma but did not touch any of the actual mod making). Get an old disk copy for your console. See this game at its strongest. Experience the version of the story that forces you to grapple with the tragedy and doesn't sugarcoat or distract you from the ugly parts.

[vee-beeee]

The Tent

Okay this is a change from dbh LOL

So im figuring out how to write for these characters, and its going to be harder because its 4 people so PLEASE forgive me.

Warnings: Tents, enclosed spaces with 4 boys

Chocobros x reader (can be taken as platonic)

Im sorry for any spelling errors or plot holess

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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You woke up

And then wished you didn't.

It smelt like sweaty socks and boys.

Someone had shoved your back into their front, and was snoring VERY loudly. Another person had his socks in your face, sprawled out over what looked to be Noctis himself. So the case of the smelly socks was solved, that had to be Prompto. You didn't see anyone else in your line of vision, but guessing at how strong and muscular the arm around you was...

Gladio had turned you into his own personal teddy bear.

You gently tried to roll out of his grip, but he grunted and held on to you with a stronger grasp. You sighed and searched for another way out, you need air and to be away from this tent.

You briefly wondered if tickling Prom would wake him up so he could help, but you didn't really want to touch his feet.

So you sat, starting at the tent walls and daring to breathe through your mouth.

You thought about falling asleep again but whenever you tried, Gladio's snoring woke you up just as you were on the cusp of the dream realm.

What a terrible way to start your morning.

Finally, FINALLY you heard someone stir. You turned your body as much as you could in Gladio's grip and saw Ignis's hair over a massive leg.

"Ignis!" you whisper-yelled, hoping to get his attention. He turned around, sleep very much apparent on his face, and looked the entirety of the tent until his eyes caught yours.

"Miss Y/N?" He mumbled, raising an eyebrow at your position, Gladio crowding your back and Proms feet in your face. You had also felt Noctis was really close to your knees, you could feel his hair whispering against your skin. It was ticklish and uncomfortable.

Ignis huffed out a laugh, and you proceeded to beg him to help you.

"Why of course, Dear Y/N. However, I believe Gladio is going to kill me in his sleep if I remove you from his hold. I can help with Prompto and Noct however."

You sighed, sad he wouldn't even TRY not to get killed by Gladio. You watched him as he harshly rolled Prompto off of Noctis, and you were briefly worried that he would awake.

He just snorted and continued sleeping.

Ignis next went to Noctis to gently move his head away from your leg. Of course, Noct slept like a corpse so he didn't even notice. You took your chance to thank him, and ask a favor

"Can you leave the tent flap open I need air please."

Ignis nodded, and exited the tent, leaving the flap open. You started to bask in fresh air and morning light, but then the world turned upside down.

Gladio was rolling over, treating your body like you were an actual teddy bear.

He was now slightly under you, both arms surrounding you with the literal strength of a Titan.

And you were suffocating in his chest.

In ANY other scenario you would have been like "nice" . But in this one you could not breathe. And that was a problem. So you started gently saying his name.

Gladio groaned, but stayed asleep. You tried wrestling your arms out from his iron grip, but no use.

So you did the only thing you could think of.

Loud enough for him to clearly hear you, you poked the bear

"Ooo this book of gladios looks so good, im going to read it while eating chips and wipe my fingers on the pages and fold the edges to mark where i am. Surely he wont mind"

Suddenly you were shoved as his eyes shot open and he released you, sitting up to look around huffing.

"NO THATS MY COLLECTORS EDITION!" you breathed and rolled over as he looked around and found his book by his belongings.

Then he turned to you, brows furrowed and irritation clear on his features for 1. being woken up and 2. having his most prized book threatened.

"What the hell was that for?"

You moved onto your back and stuck your tongue out at him

"You were suffocating me in your pecs, I had to get free some how"

His anger faded into an embarrassed smile, and then a smug smirk.

"A lot of girls would pay real money to get suffocated in these pecs."

You rolled your eyes as hard as you could and he let out a hardy laugh, which accidently woke Prompto.

He snorted as he awoke, leaning on his elbows before asking "uh whats slo funmny?" and then promptly fell flat on his face, going back to his dreamless sleep.

You and Gladio stayed quiet before looking at each other and chuckling quietly. Gladio winked at you and turned to leave the tent. You watched his huge shadow as it moved across the tent, and then it disappeared.

After a couple of minutes, you heard Gladio and Ignis in the camp talking, and saw an opportunity to get more sleep. So you found your original spot and comfy sleeping bag, and settled in.

(A couple hours later)

You woke up, blinking your eyes slowly, feeling that you had gotten a good rest. You looked around and saw the Prompto had seemingly left, and you didn't see anyone else so that must mean Noct left too.

You closed your eyes again, resting them for a moment before you felt something moving around your front. You jumped and accidently smacked your elbow against the something. And that something groaned.

You looked down to see a mess of black hair nuzzling into YOUR blanket.

"Noct?" You leaned on your elbows and he looked up at you sleepily before groaning out a response

"you have the good blankets."

and then he was gone. But luckily, you had help to wake him back up.

Ignis had heard your surprised yelp, and knew it was time for Noct to get up. He had been chatting with Gladio and Prompto about how to pay for more car renovations, but that conversation could be put on hold.

Ignis grabbed a pot and one of his spatulas, before leaning down into the tent flap.

And then he started hitting them repeatedly together.

He saw you cry out and put your hands over your ears, and Noct just sat up slowly and glared at him.

Ignis smirked and left the tent when he saw Noct leaving, and you followed shortly after.

You watched Iggy put his utensils away and you went straight for the middle of the circle of chairs you all had put together the night before. Noct had just slumped down his camping chair when you started talking.

"Why do you guys love piling on me so much when we sleep? Like I wake up and your all over me."

You stood stalk still and waited for a response. You heard groaning and looked over to see Noct open one eye and looking at you.

"Smell nice and warm"

and then he was asleep.

Ignis sighed and walked over to shake him awake and you turned to see Gladio and Prompto nodding their heads. Gladio was the first to say something.

"I think he's right. Your a little babe space heater." You flushed, and he and Prompto laughed seeing your face.

"Yeah and you uhh, kinda smell a lot like roses." was Proms response, and now you watched him go red. Gladio slapped him on the back and Ignis chuckled quietly, continuing to try and wake Noctis up.

So your consensus was to buy more blankets, and an air freshener.

Fair enough.

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THANKS FOR READING

I dont know if this is cringe or how I did, but I hope I did good on my first time writing these guys.

Hope you enjoyeddd

[marmolita]

WIP Wednesday! Here's a bit from the epic I've been writing for months. This particular snippet is gen and mostly plot, which I think expresses the vibe of what I've been working on pretty well?

Context: Niflheim wins AU, but they won bc Clarus betrayed Regis when Noct was four. Clarus became high commander of Niflheim's military. In this snippet, Ravus (governor of Tenebrae) and Iris are at Aldercapt's funeral.

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"Governor Nox Fleuret?"

Ravus turns and has to look down to find the person speaking to him. "Lady Iris," he says, inclining his head. What is the etiquette for the daughter of a future Emperor? She's dressed in a white gown that puts him in mind of Lunafreya; his fingers tighten on the stem of his wine glass as he hopes Gladiolus remembers his promise to try to spare Lunafreya's life.

"I wanted to talk to you," she says, then stops, as if unsure how to continue.

"Yes?"

"I--" Iris stops, then shakes her head. She looks around the room, her gaze stopping in turn on her father and the MTs stationed at the doors. "I wanted to know if you've heard anything from my brother. Dad won't tell me anything about what's going on, but I thought for sure Gladio would be here for the funeral."

"I'm afraid I'm not privy to military information." It's curious that she should think he is.

"Right," Iris says. "Of course. It's only that-- Well, I thought maybe you had your own way of keeping tabs on Lady Lunafreya, and that maybe you would know, because of that, what's going on."

Iris is playing a dangerous game, though Ravus suspects she may not know exactly how dangerous it is. "Do you doubt your brother's ability to accomplish his objective?"

She looks him in the eye and says, "No, but I doubt whether he should."

Thoughts run through Ravus's mind too fast to sort out. Iris could be a powerful ally, if she means what she says. On the other hand, she could be acting on her father's orders, to feel out Ravus's loyalties. "One might be considered a Hexatheist conspirator, if one were to be heard saying such things."

Iris regards him levelly. "Then it's a good thing nobody is close enough to hear."

She has her family's courage, that's clear to see. Ravus honestly doesn't know how to respond. "I just want to know if everyone is okay," she continues earnestly. "I'm not-- I'm not trying to get involved."

"As far as I am aware, your brother is well and has not yet completed his mission. If I were your father, given the circumstances of Noctis's escape, I would not want the Deputy High Commander to return to Gralea with his mission incomplete. That is likely why he is not attending the funeral."

"What about Lady Lunafreya? And, you know. The others."

"They have eluded capture thus far," Ravus says. That much is common knowledge. Surely Iris can put two and two together and understand that Ravus cannot say more without incriminating himself. "I understand that broadcasts are being distributed across Lucis to ask citizens to provide any information on their whereabouts to the military."

"They're in Lucis, then? Not Tenebrae?"

Ravus has to bite his tongue. "Do you accuse me of harboring fugitives?" he hisses at her.

Iris's eyes go wide. "I didn't mean-- I only--" She blinks a few times, then swallows. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything. Nobody will tell me anything and Dad refuses to talk about Gladio."

Inhaling deeply, Ravus lets it out slowly and reminds himself that Iris is only fifteen years old. "Apologies. You may not be aware of the implications of the things that you are saying. I would counsel you to keep such thoughts to yourself and follow the news releases, to remain informed of happenings around the country. It has been reported widely that the Deputy High Commander seeks his target in Lucis, and I have no reason to believe that he is looking in the wrong place."

Out of the corner of his eye, Ravus thinks he sees Gentiana for a moment, smiling serenely.

He may not be a man of deep faith, but some signs from the gods are obvious enough even for him. Lady Iris is, perhaps, not spying for her father after all.

[ffocarchive]

he's taller than me and I am a simple man. don't click to keep reading.

I MAINTAIN, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱, THAT 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓 is the only character who both cared about Lunafreya and actively tRIED to PROTECT HER over the course of the game. Everyone else was asleep at the wheel. Including Shiva.

If Lunafreya has 1 fan, it's Ravus. If she has 10 fans,

⭒⋆｡˚ It's R a v u s ˚｡⁺⭒

and 9 empty slots.

As an older sibling myself, I feel a camaraderie with him.

AND I appreciate that he disliked Noctis for solid reasons. If my sister was bent on some dinky little emo kid who has the gall to respond to her notebook messages the way you're allowed to in-game, I would simply. kill him. I love Noctis. Genuinely. But from Ravus's vantage point, that dreary walking mop is a menace. ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴱᵀ, TO HIS OWN DETRIMENT, Ravus tries to honor Lunafreya's feelings and the prophecy she believed in by acquiescing to Noctis in the end. It's so sweet. He is ALL in. And then he's dead. Caelums are not trustworthy. I extend that criticism to every last Caelum ever, not just Ardyn — can't trust ♚Noctis♚ because if you are in danger he will find a chocobo and ride it. not toward you, just, in a big circle, meandering.

Ravus had an admirable little arc that's undoubtedly 80% happenstance and 20% purposeful character building, given the unequal force with which plot rewrites smacked Ravus specifically off a cliff, so he gets extra points for being such an underdog in this story. And then there was this book Squinex let happen because their company exists in some bizarro pocket dimension where All the Bravest was a good idea that deserved to stay on the app store for t͟e͟n͟ ͟y͟e͟a͟r͟s͟, and in this book Ravus is mentioned 13 times. These mentions are, in order:

Recalling that Ravus slept soundly when he was a kid

Recalling that Ravus didn't much care for the gods

Musing that Ravus might still live with his family if not for Ardyn

Just his name followed by a full stop.

Noting that Noctis is between Ignis and Ravus on the ground

The line from Episode Ignis where Ravus asks Luna not to leave

Noting that the above line was spoken in anguish

Recalling something Ravus said to Noctis at Aracheole

Remarking that Ravus watched Luna waste her energy on Noct

Remarking for emphasis that Ravus did not like Noctis

A passing insinuation that Ravus is good at five finger fillet

Musing that there's more to Ravus than Noctis knows

Regis wants to ask Ravus the identity of another character, but doesn't, so Ravus doesn't move or talk and that's the end of the book

Which is to say, in the longest way possible, that the book further compounds his underdog status, as does that concept art where everyone is hanging out with Luna's kids, including the man who backhanded her and killed her for fun, BUT RAVUS IS MISSING??? THEIR UNCLE??? THE UNCLE WHO HASn'T HIT A WOMAN ON-SCREEN FOR ALL OF US TO SEE??????????? THE UNCLE WHO DIDN'T KILL THEIR MOM????????

Also he looks hella good standing next to Ignis... 👀👍 i like ravnis

and that is why jaksndsjknawjklnesdfzxcd send post

[zanarkandfayth]

WIP ask! I've actually got three I'm curious about. First, as your local Ignis Enjoyer I'm legally obligated to ask about the WIP that's just titled ignis, lol.

Then I'm also interested in promptowreck, and in lost in the lucian countryside because me playing the game be like 😂

lol understandable XD as a local Noct Enjoyer I would have to do the same with anything just titled noct. so according to the file creation dates, the ignis wip is actually the first thing I ever started for the ffxv fandom, on february 4 2017. the first fic I posted for ffxv I didn't start until february 10th. at some point in my head I started thinking it was the other way around.

buuuut it's a fic that was meant to just be backstory about ignis, about him and noct first meeting (cos this was before episode ignis remember) and becoming friends because of the random ass headcanon I have about his parents being murdered gjkdkglskjgs and the trauma he had from that. I got 2.2K words on it but I got distracted by other fics and I was never sure what I wanted to fully do with it and now at this point I've just incorporated mentions of said headcanon into other fics and I just don't care enough to go back to it. I'll probably never finish it, but it's a shame because I do like what I have written of it, even though they're maybe acting a bit older than they're meant to be lol. little kids are hard to write XD

promptowreck is... well idk when you got into ffxv fandom or if you noticed this, but I swear there was a period in 2017 where everyone and their brother was writing a fic where the boys wrecked the regalia? and I really wanted to write one too 🤣 so this was my attempt at that. it was during my brief period where prompto was my fave instead of noct, creation date has it at feb 19 so a reeeeaaally early fic, it was intended to whump prompto but this was one of the fics that helped me realise I didn't actually enjoy whumping prompto or writing from his pov much. I abandoned it at 1.8K words basically right after I'd written the wreck happening, and while one day I would still like to maybe write a regalia wreck fic, it will for sure be noct's poor ass that I whump instead gjkldjkgls

the last one you asked about, the lost fic, is actually one of my three active WIPs which I think I've talked about on tumblr before so if it sounds familiar, that's why XD it's inspired by a fic by @quartzguts called Lost Signal, and there is a part where noct is fleeing through parts of lucis trying to make his way back to insomnia and gets some clandestine help from an unexpected source, and when I left my comment I said something to the effect of how I could read an entire fic just about noct fleeing through the lucian countryside, and, well... ideas happened XDDD

so yeah, it's gonna be a fic where he gets kidnapped and they take him out of insomnia intending to bring him to niflheim but they wreck the car in the rain while going through lucis and they all die and he survives and then spends a week just making his way through the lucian countryside back to insomnia, and a lot of whump happens to him along the way 🤣 he's meant to be all of fourteen in this fic I believe??? and I fuck up his bum knee multiple times pretty bad, and there's a point where he's gonna be chased by deadeye near wiz's ranch and in sheer desperation figures out how to warp despite not having been formally taught, he steals a chocobo at some point after that, he gets practically mauled by voretooth at one point, etc. etc.

the whole fic is plotted and I started writing it last summer and got the first chapter done but I just got into a bad writing slump around that time and was struggling with it and didn't like what I was writing. and now I've been slowly coming out of my writing slump but for the moment I've turned my attention to my main WIP, but I definitely intend to go back to lost fic and actually write it, preferably some time this year XD

(slightly longish) snippets from each under the cut if you're curious! anyways thank you for the ask!! hope I didn't ramble too much haha.

snippet from ignis:

Prince Noctis is a small, skinny boy of three with bright eyes and a cheerful grin. Ignis looks at him intently as they're introduced, looking for any trace of red in his eyes, but the only colour that shines back at him is a deep blue.

"Wanna colour?" the prince asks him once they're left alone, smiling up at him from his spot on the floor. For reasons Ignis doesn't understand, he has three colouring books open in front of him, and crayons are scattered all around.

Ignis shakes his head. He doesn't feel like doing much of anything. The lump in his throat is still there, and the echoes of his nightmares are still ringing in his head, the thunk of heavy boots and the quick burst of bullets, the quiet thud of flesh smacking against hard wood. He shudders, and squeezes his eyes shut tight.

"Are you okay?" Noctis asks, and Ignis opens his eyes again, considering him. The prince looks concerned, having abandoned his colouring to peer worriedly up at the older boy through the fringe of his black hair. "Are you sad 'bout your parents?"

It's the first time someone's directly asked him about his feelings. The neighbour who'd found him had set to fussing about him straight away, cooing and clucking and making him feel smothered with affection. Others have shown pity or sorrow, and done their best to coddle him. But they've all just assumed how Ignis must be feeling. The prince is the only one who's asking.

He takes a moment, trying to decide if he is sad or not. He thinks maybe part of him is, but mostly he just feels blank. It's hard to believe they're gone. Finally, he shrugs his shoulders.

"My mom's gone too," Noctis offers then.

Ignis knows. He'd seen it on television a couple of years ago, the funeral procession for the Queen, and the flash of King Regis' face a camera had gotten, etched into a stony emotionless mask, though Ignis had seen the grief lurking in his eyes. His parents had been beside him, murmuring about how horrible it was for the Queen to die so young, and how would the poor prince cope, growing up without a mother? At the time, Ignis couldn't imagine anyone having to grow up without their mother. Now he'll know all too well.

He doesn't respond, gazing quietly at the young prince.

"You can share my Dad." Noctis tries again, sounding endearingly earnest.

Ignis looks at him a moment longer, and then slowly, he nods. He knows it won't work that way, that King Regis can't be his dad, or any kind of a parent to him, and that even if he could it wouldn't replace his own dad, but it's the kindest thing anyone's tried to do for him so far, and the only thing that's taken his feelings into consideration. Noctis smiles, satisfied, and holds out a red crayon to him. After a brief hesitation, Ignis takes it, and at last settles down on the floor beside him.

snippet from promptowreck:

Prompto sighed, bored once more. He wished he could pull out his phone, but Ignis would complain about the glow on that too, even if he turned the brightness all the way down. So instead he just closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat, feeling the weariness of the day settle into his muscles. He really couldn't wait to get to the motel and just collapse onto the nearest bed.

A sudden noise in the road had him jerking upright again, eyes flying wide open. He could feel his mouth going dry, his throat closing up in fear as adrenaline suddenly began coursing through him. Though they'd only encountered it a handful of times, as Ignis did his best to keep them off the road after dark, Prompto recognised that sound easily—it was the sound of an Iron Giant, and more often than not those particular daemon types gave them a good run for their money.

His hand automatically fumbled for the door, preparing to jump out as Ignis brought the Regalia to a stop, but—

The Regalia lurched forward, racing ahead towards the daemon, and then swerved suddenly, sharply, swinging wildly across the road, and then the loud screeching crunch of metal on metal was ringing in Prompto's ears, dragging across them and making him cry out, reaching up his hands to cover them, only—

Only the sound was gone in an instant, and it took him a moment to realise the Regalia had torn through the guardrail and gone off the road, tumbling down into the hillside. He barely registered Ignis yelling "Brace yourselves!" He was too busy shrieking as trees suddenly began whipping past him, their low-hanging branches smacking painfully into his face and arms. Cold wind rushed around him, and the force of it kept him pressed painfully against his seat as the Regalia easily gained speed on the downward incline, and he tried to look out, tried to see what was in front of them, but it was so dark now, the headlights having been shattered with the initial impact, and he couldn't see a thing. Behind him, he heard Noct cry out, his voice muffled, and then Gladio's pained grunt followed shortly after. He couldn't hear anything from Ignis, but he also couldn't stop himself from screaming—

Metal scraping against rock, the shattering of glass into millions of tiny shards, and the sound was horrendous, and loud, echoing all around him even as the car jolted to an abrupt stop, rocking forward forcefully, and the next sensation was so disorienting that it was only after Prompto had landed with a hard thud that he knew he'd been thrown from the car and flying through the air. The sudden impact with the ground was jolting, making his head bounce, and then his world was nothing but pain. He had one fleeting, crazy moment to wonder if his camera okay, and then finally there was nothing as at last he passed out.

aaaand last one from lost fic, I DO actually like this bit even if I'm not happy with the whole chapter overall:

Noct looks towards them to catch the woman—Curls, it has to be a nickname, probably from the loose curls in her fiery red hair that goes down past her shoulders—rolling her eyes as she stretches her legs out on one of the beds, getting comfortable. It shouldn't, but it pisses him off. The casual, cruel way Asshole—actually, fuck that, he's calling the man Stab-Happy, Asshole is too close to the 'Az' the others keep calling him, and, well. He is stab-happy.

But it angers him, to be stabbed and then have it treated like it was nothing. He's being ignored, left to bleed, left to sit here tied up while sick and in pain, and he's even more thirsty than before, and now he's hungry, and worse than all that, he still has to fucking pee. And they can't even do him the basic decency of telling him what they want with him.

"Hey," he snaps out before he can let himself think about what he's doing, "I asked a question. I want an answer to it."

Stab-Happy freezes for a second, and then turns around slowly, raising an eyebrow at him again as one of the other men behind him barks out a sharp laugh. "You want an answer?" Stab-Happy asks, stalking back towards him. "Sorry to tell you this, pretty-boy, but no matter how much of a pampered prince you are, we don't always get what we want."

"Obviously you don't, or you wouldn't be pathetic enough to kidnap a fourteen year old just to get some money," Noct fires back. His brain is shouting at him, telling to shut up and stop being stupid before he gets stabbed again, or worse, but he ignores it. "Taking me was really stupid, you know that? Dad's not gonna let you live once he finds me."

"Shut up," Stab-Happy says, and then delivers a rough kick to his ribs. It hurts as much as the earlier ones to his stomach had, and he bites down on his lip to keep from crying out. "Gods, you're a mouthy little shit, ain't you? You're assuming your precious prick of a daddy is gonna find you, and lemme tell you, kid, that ain't happening."

"Says you, but we've already proven you're stupid, or I wouldn't be here."

The man who'd laughed before lets out a second one, getting up from the bed he'd been sitting on to come over and join them, hands on his hips as he looks down at Noct, pale blue eyes studying him. There's a prominent scar on his face, running diagonally from the far corner of his right eye to the corner of his mouth, and Noct easily dubs him Scarface. Some character in a movie that Gladio had shown him once. "He really is a mouthy little shit. Kid's got spirit. I like that."

Noct stares up at the men, his anger and fear warring within him. Scarface is the taller of the two, but only barely, and even though they're both fairly slender, with Stab-Happy more lithe and Scarface the slightly stockier of the two, they're toned, visible muscles attesting to their strength, both of them looking as if they could easily crush him if they wanted. He really should shut up.

"We'll see if he's still got spirit when I'm done with him," Stab-Happy says, glaring darkly down at him. He aims another swift kick at Noct's ribs. Pain blooms as a heavy black combat boot connects with his body, knocking the breath out of him, but he sinks his teeth into his lip again, refusing to make a sound.

"Hey, we need him in one piece," the woman says. "Don't fuck him up too much. You're already treading a thin line with the stabbing."

Stab-Happy rolls his eyes, kicking him again. "He's a big boy, Curls. He can handle it." Another kick, and Noct digs his teeth in until he tastes blood.

"You kick like a girl," he says once he catches his breath, because his mouth doesn't know when to quit. "My Shield's little sister can kick harder than you, and she's only nine."

A boot slams into his stomach, intense pain igniting within him at the impact, and he cries out before he can stop himself. Another quickly follows, and then a third, and then a second boot jams itself painfully into his hip, Scarface joining in, and he can't do anything but turn his head away, twisting his body in a pathetic and useless effort to shield himself from the abuse raining down upon it.

[wayfinderships]

hiii, panchi! i finished transfering some ffxv pictures to my pc and thought i could send you some nice images of your boyfriends :)! i hope you like them!

AFKSKFKDKD IT'S THEM!! MY BFS! 💙 Thank you so much for sharing the pictures, Cookies! They're both so pretty and fkdkgkdkgjdjgjf-I love them both so much!

[yaeklore]

"Hm? Oh! It's recording, okay– *Ahem ahem* Pleasure to talk to you all, gothamites! I am Nevowl, the new vigilante around Gotham! If you ever see something flying right past you it may probably be me, if not well then it's probably The Blue Boy Scout! Enough rolling around and 'blah's-blah's'.. My pronouns are well, any really, even neopronouns are accepted! I am.. actually i won't reveal my age but i am pretty young! Not near older than 18 but not younger than 15! I am bored most of the time so feel free to talk to me all you want!"

!¡OOC!¡

Hello-Hello there! This is a DC OC RP account, i am down for roleplaying anything, expect certain themes, it's not that i have triggers is just the preference of not roleplaying certain kinds of RP(rp's with explicit 🍇/SA scenes for example).

If you want to RP with me, you can directly tag me in the post, DM me or send a ask! Although the DM one you can just do it in the cases of very very very specific plot or arc. Of course there's no problem with you messaging me on private if you want to establish or specificy something for the RP, or if you want to set your boundaries on what you wish to avoid or to have in the RP.

!¡My rules for this blog!¡

Please do not, and i mean it, do not ship my OC with anyone that is way over the age of 15 or under the age of 15, the max i can accept is 16 and that's it. I don't really like stories with 15x17, so i prefer 15x15 or 15x16.

Post are going to sometimes be PG-13 so if you are under 13 do not interact with such posts, if you interact with posts that are not set for you age i will give you a warning, if it continues then i'm sorry but you are getting blocked :(

OC's interactions for my OC is completely fine! In fact i would enjoy some interactions, the same goes for DC characters, feel free to interact :)

+18 interactions or things like that for this character, are not going to be accepted by me for the very reason that my OC is a minor and i do not want those interactions with my character. PG-13 interactions are fine, just don't go too overboard with it.

!¡General info and appearance!¡

Name: experiment-014 Blizyae 'Yaeklore' Sofia Vergara

Vigilante name: Nevowl

Birthday: 13/02

Age: 15 years old

Height: 5'0'' (short aah)

Gender: Female

Xenogender: Nocstuffic, Jelliestarlic and Nuclearacidic.

Pronouns: She/Her

Neopronouns: Nocstuffic; Noct/Nocturnal/Nocs - Stuffie/Stuf/Stufself

Jelliestarlic; Star/Stars/Starself - Jellie/Jelly/Jellyfish/Jelself

Nuclearacidic; Acid/Acidic - Nuke/Nuclear - Toxic/Toxin/Toxicself

Sexuality: Bi Aroace

More info;

Metahuman: Snow Owl. She has the same abilities and instincts that a snow owl would have, she will get sleepy during the day sometimes and way too active during the night, she also has night vision and acute hearing.. so sneaking up on her on dar clothes won't work since she will still be able to see you and if you make one little sound.. she will hear you. She is also able to shift between forms, one where she has only her wings and talons showing, another where she looks more animalistic and feral, and the last being of a young owl.

Family: Dead.

Any disability?: During the day, while she can see normally, sometimes things will get messy so she uses glasses with a sunscreen protection on them.

Since the picrew didn't help on her appearance this is how she looks like in her other form;

(ART IS NOT MINE!!)

In her second form she will look exactly like that, but with Snow Owl characteristics

(snow owls look like this)

[nocturius8015ficore]

For Nocturius: Other than Fi, what other character would you consider your favourite in RepComm?

For Fi: What is the one thing that scares you?

Nocturius: Hello! Thanks for asking question. I'm a chatty person so as my coresona Fi. 😉

Question for Noct: who is my favorite character in RepComm.

That's a very good one. It's funny because my fascination with Fi was pretty much a slow burn.

When I began RC I was in that THIIIIRRRRRSSST for more The Bad Batch content between season 2 and 3. I discovered the books and the game all by myself because I heard by digging in the EU that Omega and Delta squad were the ancestors of Clone Force 99. I wasn't disappointed.

I can confidentially say that Tech hit HARD in the scale of my favorite characters of all time, all fandoms. Socially misfit brainy nerdy nerd with thiccc glasses are in my favorites tropes I would totally bang. I love the CF99 as a whole too. They are all interesting individually and are magical together. I like flavored characters.

I seriously considered Tech as a potential coresona but there was already 2 on Facebook (they were inactive, but I wasn't aware of that) The slots for Fi, Niner, Darman, Boss, Sev and Fixer were open. Only Scorch-Core and Atin-Core were active when I decide to joined. (Today we have an active Niner and he is pretty chill) I also thought about Gregor and Corr. Corr-Core would have been a banger name.😆 I'm glad I choose Fi instead of them but it's an other question and I'm already far for of the main topic.

Quick drawing of Fi and Tech for the funzies. July 2024

Anyway.

I was in a mood for more clones content and pretty open-minded about getting attached to all those copy-paste men in RC. There was no nerdy nerd guy in Omega squad but there was a ''funny one masking some deeper undertones" Fi, and that ''depression-on-legs'', Atin. I was warming up to Atin at first. Niner and Dar was ok, but I related more to Atin. He was a bit of an outsider, had a hard time to connect with the group but slowly created bond with them. I liked that.

Here a graph about how I appreciate the lads of Omega squad. Done in Paint with no real science nor precision behind.

Yeah... I very disliked how Dar evolved in the last book. I get he was heavily traumatized but I really didn't like the vibe of where the story was going. We will never know if I would have seen thing differently with the two unwritten books.

Poor Dar.

I feel like I'm letting him down somehow. That just my personal feelings. He deserved better.😔

Atin plateaued at the end of Triple Zero. Dealing with Vau and being happy with Laseema. Good for him. But he didn't got any other development after that.

Some hot sketches I did in early 2024 with Laseema and Atin having QUALITY TIME. 😏

Pissed Niner, disobeying orders and being the Sam Gamgee for Darman was truly something. That was in the good bits of 501st. Someone should give that man a hug, a hot shower, a blow job and all the uj cakes he dreams about.

What is not on that graph is the Nulls, Corr and the non-clones characters.

Corr is a chill and fun guy. He became so sassy near the end.

Doodle December 2023, (before Fi-Core)

Besany, Laseema and Parja are GREAT. Ny is cool too. Bes was my girl in True Color. Laseema become a real mando lady and Parja is what Fi desperately needed. 😭I love her a lot but she doesn't have much meat to chew on storywise.

A very happy Fi with Parja, quick drawing. December 2024

Damn. I'm so happy for him. I thought for a hot second KT would match him with Jilka and I was like... meh.. nah.

Ordo is my favorite Null. Not because he is the leader or the smartest or strongest or the most badass. Nah, it's because he is an awkward little bean. 🥹 ❤️

First time I drew Fi and Ordo, Traditional ink, color in Krita (before Fi-Core and I wasn't done with reading all the books) December 2023

I think if we talk about consistency, intensity, character arc, I would say Kal Skirata is my second favorite character.

Quick drawing of Kal Skirate with no clothes, because interwebs needed it. 😌 October 2024

That smoll angry dad ... 🫠 I really want Ny (or @ithillia's OC Rose) to spoil him till he cry from being overwhelming by love and dedicated attention. Reading about that guy help me feeling more confident about maybe become a buir myself one day. As a non-binary person, I always felt weird about parenthood, but being a buir...

Aye, I can do that.

I learnt a lot about family and community with RC. Still learning a lot from Fi and Kal. Becoming a better version of myself. Being more kind and tolerant.

Kal always worked so hard to become a better father figure. To solve problems, make things work. Challenging his beliefs, evolving.

He is far to be perfect, he was pictured as an alcoholic for most of his life. ( but he improved during the books) Did plenty mistakes, was drowning in guilt and shame. I feel that.

As someone with paralyzing anxiety/depression disorders, the self-hatred is a war I have to fight everyday.

His love and desire for justice for the clones are highly relatable too.

Question for Fi: What is the one thing that scares you?

Fi Skirata : Arrrrgh vod'ika... You know I don't like to think about that sort of things...

Alright, I will answer. To be honest, there is a couple thing that scares me. Being late to dinner and having nothing left to eat, going to the 'freshers right after Corr. Mereel's holonet history...

Ok ok... I stop messing around.

I would say before my coma, I was very uncomfortable with silence. As some of you know, I lost all my pod brothers on Geonosis and it's not something we really had the time and tools to process. We knew as a cadet that losing vode was part of our life, but as commando, they were my home. My closest family and friends. That was devastating. I still honor them every night and in my actions. They died bravely and I'm the only one that still remember them. Teroch squad..

So, silence was that odd place I didn't want to be, because I was alone in my thoughts. Thinking about their lost and all the possible thing that could go wrong. I was pretty good at hiding it under music, singing, chattering. I thought reciting their names would be enough. It wasn't. But I was trained for that, I was holding on alright.

Things changed when we went on that mission on Coruscant. I loved the buzzing of the city, but being in contact with the civilians life compare to us broke something in me. The faith in the system we were built in. There was no silence in my head, just questions. questions and sometimes, I couldn't do otherwise than finding answer logically. That wasn't comforting at all.

Quick sketch, moody Fi in True Colors. April 2024

Then I blew up. Early time of my recovery, things are pretty blurry and weird. I had no other choice than being alone in my head. At first, even organizing my thoughts was challenging. There was no escape in music or cracking jokes. I was very alone and confuse. Like a nightmare I wasn't able to woke up from.

Doodle, blew up Fi, few minutes before coma. April 2024

Communication and memory was the most challenging things. When people were out of the room, I wasn't able to know for how long they were gone. Where was my brothers, where was that nice lady that was taking care of me. Would they come back soon?

I would say loneliness is what I fear the most. Or more like, the ''void'' of being without any connection to people, to a cause, to be forgotten.

Y'see, we Mando believe that dying is pretty much the end of someone. Their physical being. There is no such things as a proper soul. But the thoughts of being just a bleep in the existence with letting nothing behind is terribly sad. I think, when a being is loved and remembered in people consciousness, there is some sort of legacy, some continuity.

The Force is in all of us and the universe. When alive, our actions, our feelings impact the world around us. I want to be a part of what make the galaxy a nice place.

That's why I crack jokes, that's why I try to help and defuse tension. That's why I'm a healer.

Doodle of Goldfish-memory-Fi and Parja. Order 66. Dec 2023

Our Clan. Our family and friends is what matter the most to me. That island of love, safety and trust. I would like to see all my close brothers in peace at home, with us. We can take care of each other, create new bonds. Even the darkest thing can be handle.

Miss you Darman.

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Oh yeah, i don't think anything have asked this in a while. How's tge Legend of Zelda TTRPG going? Has it been put on hold, have anything interesting happened? Have there been any additions of subtractions to certain elements or lore stuff?

Also did anyone play Yiga and how did that go? And how does it work seeing how they kinda are followers of ganon "betrayers" of the Shieka

It kind of petered out, as most tabletop games do eventually if you don't quite reach the end. It's a shame, but I'm still happy how it went. I've thought about rebooting it some day, but I'd need to change more things since Tears of the Kingdom introduced a lot of juicy lore that could come into play.

If you're asking how the Yiga were handled in that setting/lore? Basically, when Ganondorf was confirmed to have been reborn, the moment the Yiga Clan found out about it, they all rushed to swear fealty to him. Ganondorf was maybe a little surprised at first, but was happy to have a bunch of loyal minions right out the gate. After that, the first order of business for Ganondorf was the earn back the loyalty of the Gerudo, who, understandably, weren't super happy about him being active again. But they were also dealing with some problems from a bunch of demons, so they didn't have time to fight Ganondorf. So Ganon's like "Oh, are those guys giving you trouble?" then he and his yiga boys essentially swoop in and save the day for the Gerudo. After that the Gerudo are more willing to see Ganondorf in a positive light. (This all happens before the player characters rolled up)

Pictured below is the illustration I did of that particular incarnation of Ganon. The mark on his chest is a birthmark.

Ganondorf eventually marries the queen of the gerudo, a woman named Arwa. They have a daughter, Shayla, who is talented at shadow magic. Shayla spends some time learning about shadow magic with the Twili who are also there (a long complicated story).

Depicted below is Princess Shayla.

During that time she meets the current incarnation of Midna, who is a teenager slightly younger than Shayla. She also meets Midna's older brother Noct, who is secretly a reincarnation of Zant but he doesn't tell anyone about that including his own sister because he's ashamed.

Pictured below is Queen Penumbra, Prince Noct, and Princess Midna in their incarnations for that game.

Then later Queen Arwa dies under suspicious circumstances and a rogue demon is blamed for it, but Shayla believes the twili were involved, so she ghosts her friends Midna and Noct because they're suspects.

She recruits the player characters into her investigation. Eventually they discover that Midna and Noct's mother, Queen Penumbra, is the real murderer, and has actually kept Queen Arwa's ghost trapped in a crystal so that she couldn't tell anyone the truth.

The party retrieves the crystal Arwa is trapped in and bring it back to Ganon, who is now in their debt. They (with Arwa's help) convince him not to fly off the handle and immediately try to kill the twili queen. Instead they take Queen Penumbra to court. We full-on had a Phoenix Wright style Court Episode about it. It was amazing.

And that's a small fraction of the stuff that group got up to.

-TQ

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Introduction!!

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♡ name: noctis (noct is also fine :3)

♡ pronouns: she/they

♡main blog: skykitsuneart

♡tags: noctspeaks, noctart

I fell head over heels in love with FF7 after playing Remake in 2020 and proceeded to play/watch the entire compilation in like 6 months. It struck a cord within me I didn't even know was there. 4 years later the story and characters still captivate me and mean the absolute world to me.

Soooo I finally decided to make a sideblog to shout my constant thoughts about FF7 into the void and to share my silly doodles of the characters for you to enjoy!

And if you couldnt tell, Aerith is my fav ever lol

♡Asks are always open, I love making new friends!♡

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DNI ⚠️

Basic DNI criteria

pro-shippers

Yuffie x basically anyone shippers

AGZSC SHIPPERS

homophobic, racist, xenophobic, islamophobic, ableist/sanist

right wing, conservative

TERFs

NFT, crypto, AI-supporter

and im not gonna say completely dni,,,,,, but sefikura shippers you are on thin fucking ice

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FFXV Crossover Fic

I've been working on an FFXV crossover fic. It's not a super big thing - in fact, it's just going to be a single one-shot that's not going to be too terribly different from the way the FFXIV event played out.

...except in this case, it's all four of the guys, instead of just Noctis.

It should be fun, due to it being a pretty different setting (different, yet alike) with a fun group of four. One of them is a chaos gremlin, so there should be shenanigans.

I'll keep what this is crossing over with a surprise for now, but there may be a bit of a tease in the snippet I've got below the cut.

Enjoy!

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Everything all started in Steyliff. During a hunt to go back in — because they were crazy and wanted to go back into that place, for some reason — Prompto managed to find a route that they hadn't uncovered before.

"Did we come through here last time?" Noctis mumbled as he looked around. Conveniently, there weren't any daemons, which made exploring it a little more entertaining, at least.

Gladio and Ignis stayed close while Prompto just trailed in, complete with the shutter sounds of his camera. "I dunno about you guys, but this area seems really different."

"Agreed." Ignis reached out to one of the walls. "There are some patterns worked into the stone that don't seem to match the rest of the ruins. I daresay that these patterns appear to even deviate from what we've seen in other Solheim era locations."

Gladio scuffed at the ground with the toe of one of his boots. "The materials seem to be different too."

"What do you think, Noct?"

Ignis tossed the question at Noctis who had stopped to set his hand on the wall. He offered a non-commital, "It's okay," in response. Truth be told, however, it was anything but. He could sense magic in the place, but nothing at all like anything he felt through the rest of Steyliff.

It was like this specific chamber of the ruins followed its own rules, separate from anything else they had uncovered before.

"Just okay?" Gladio decided to needle him for more information…

…except he didn't have the chance to clarify when Prompto called out a loud, "Woah!" Noctis and Gladio glanced back.

"Is that a gargoyle?!" Prompto's immediate reaction, of course, was to take a picture.

He was joined by Ignis who approached the stone. It was the base of a column and sure enough, there was an intricate gargoyle design carved into it. "This is quite unusual. Lucian architecture had pulled from stories and myths and used gargoyles in their decorations, but I believe that is a practice that began well after the fall of the Solheim civilization."

Noct snorted a laugh. Even Ignis was fascinated with the place. Sure, so what it was fascinating, but…

"You didn't sound so impressed." Gladio asked him. He must have picked up on his apprehension.

With an eyeroll, Noctis looked up at his Shield. "It's more that things feel weird here."

"Weird?"

"Yeah," Noctis hated it when he had to clarify things like this. "It's like… I feel something like magic, but it's not like magic at the same time."

Gladio crossed his arms. "That doesn't make any sense."

"You did ask." He had it coming. Finally, Noctis scoffed a little and said, "Maybe I should say that it doesn't feel like any magic I know. Better?"

"A little." Gladio turned his attention back to the other pair. "Iggy, any idea why this is here now?"