#noct's the first one to sleep!

[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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[strayheartless]

In honour of Prompto Argetum’s birthday have a few fun head canons of the boy (promptis. Don’t like don’t read. You know the drill.):

He’s VERY fond of strawberry Mochi

When Noctis takes the vegetables out of his food, Prompto will start moving them onto his own plate. Food is good and Prompto will eat whatever’s going.

He’s naturally cuddly, and gravitates towards heat sources in his sleep. Noctis would not mind this if it were not for the fact that Prompto has the core temperature of a polar ice cap.

Prompto’s entire speech pattern is comprised of movie quotes and song lyrics (I feel like that one’s just cannon at this point.)

He gets really sweet when he’s sleepy. Rubs his eyes, puts his head on peoples shoulders. There’s always a point at which someone will teasingly say “are you tired Prompto?” And all they will get is a sleepy nod before Prompto curls into whoever’s shoulder he’s decided to commandeer as a pillow.

The hair style was an accidental choice. He did it for a party; Noctis said he liked it; now it stays.

He’s a big fan of hair playing and scalp scritches. 10/10 will do tricks for scritches.

He’s got a favourite camp chair. He’s convinced it’s magical, because apparently whenever he sits in it campfire smoke never follows him. It’s not Gladio just can’t be arsed hearing him whine all night about the smoke so he places Prompto’s chair against the wind.

Prompto kissed Noct first. It was spur of the moment and he’s pretty sure he blacked out from panic during it but Noctis just looked so pretty, and UGHHHH.

Their first date was low key a disaster, because Prompto tried to be smooth and ended up just being clumsily tripping head first in the castle fountain. BUT, Noctis laughed and kissed him again so he will sheepishly classify it as a win!

“Ever at your side” is Prompto’s “as you wish” it’s his I love you when I love you doesn’t feel like it’s enough.

There are too many pictures of Noct of Proms camera honestly. Noctis looks cute while he’s sleeping? *click* Noctis laughs at Iggys horrible dad jokes? *click* candid moments watching the sun set? *click* gross double chin close ups? *click* intimate moments with permission to take a photo? *click* Noctis stupidly assumes the camera battery is dead and lets his guard down? *click* Noctis is failing to use chop sticks while eating instant Raman in the snow? *click* honestly he has a problem.

If you have some of your own feel free to drop them in the comments!

[baldwinivmybeloved]

❀﹐＞︿🌐❔﹑Charper Six ✶ Xica X Balwin iv

The full moon dimly illuminated the palace, bathing everything in a silvery glow. Xica, Luisa, and the other servants were ready to set their plan in motion. They knew this was a unique opportunity to punish Reynald de Châtillon for his crimes. Dinner was the perfect moment to begin.

In the great hall, dinner was in full swing. Guy de Lusignan, Tiberias, Godfrey, Sibylla, and other high-ranking officials were enjoying an exquisite soup. Luisa, with a reassuring smile, served the portions generously. The diners commented among themselves about the quality of the soup, praising Luisa for her culinary skills.

"Luisa, this is the best soup we've had in a long time," said Tiberias, raising his glass in a toast. "To you!"

"Thank you, my lord," replied Luisa, bowing.

As the minutes passed, the faces of the diners began to change. A heavy drowsiness overcame them. Tiberias was the first to comment:

"Does anyone else feel… unusually sleepy?"

Sibylla nodded, blinking slowly.

"Yes, it seems the soup has made us all sleepy."

One by one, the diners rose and headed to their rooms. The drowsiness was overwhelming, and they soon fell into a deep sleep, just as the servants had planned.

With all the high-ranking officials asleep, the servants' plan could begin. Xica, Luisa, and Xavier moved quickly. Xica took her position near the hallways, ready to sing if necessary. King Baldwin IV wouldn't need his foot bath tonight, as he was more ill than usual, which saddened her terribly but also relieved her for the sake of the plan.

Xavier, stealthily, slipped into Reynald de Châtillon's room. He carefully opened the door and began searching for the princess's jewels. He found them quickly and put them in his bag. As he was leaving, he saw a light coming from Reynald's room. His heart skipped a beat.

Reynald had woken up. Xavier hurried, but the noise of the door gave him away. Reynald, still groggy, shouted:

"Who's there?!"

Hearing the shout, Xica began to sing an old song in Latin. Her voice echoed through the hallways, distracting Reynald. The melody was sad and melancholic, perfect for the moment.

In tenebris solus ambulo, Cor meum flebiliter plorat. Deus, cur me dereliquisti? Amor tristis, dolor meus.

Amor tristis, amor divinus, Inter deos et homines. Lacrimae cadunt in caelum, Sed tu es absens.

Luna fulget in nocte, Et ego solus errans sum. Deus, num me audis? Amor tristis, dolor meus.

"Silence!" Reynald shouted. "Silence that damned woman!"

One of his men rushed out to silence Xica, but when he arrived, she had stopped singing and hidden in the shadows. Reynald, confused and still sleepy, returned to his room and collapsed back onto his bed, thinking it was a terrible illusion. He was too tired to dwell on it.

This interlude gave Xavier the time he needed. He ran to the backyard where Luisa and Tobiah had dug a deep hole. Xavier handed them the jewels, and together, they quickly buried them, covering them with dirt and boards. The plan had worked, and they hoped God would forgive them for stealing, as it was just and necessary.

Meanwhile, in his chambers, King Baldwin IV was surrounded by doctors. His symptoms were more severe that night, and the pain made it difficult to focus on anything else. Despite everything, his thoughts constantly returned to Xica.

Baldwin thought about the brief but significant encounter they had had. The tenderness with which she had treated his feet had left a deep impression on him. He couldn't help but wonder if God had some plan for him in terms of love. Could a leper like him aspire to be loved? He remembered the women who, upon learning of his disease, would shy away from him with disgust. The constant rejection had hardened his heart, but Xica had planted a seed of hope, although it was driving him mad, but composure had to come first; perhaps the leprosy had already eaten away at his brain.

"Is it possible to be loved for who I am and not what I am?" he wondered aloud, looking up at the ceiling with resignation.

The doctors, focused on their work, paid no attention to his words. Baldwin closed his eyes, allowing himself a few moments of introspection. He thought about Xica's qualities: her bravery, her intelligence, and above all, her compassion. She was different from all the other women he had known, as his master Godfrey had described her as an exceptional person.

Suddenly, a sound interrupted his thoughts. From the nearby hallways, he heard a woman's voice singing a beautiful and sad melody in Latin. The voice was clear and resonant, filling the air with an ethereal beauty that enveloped him completely. Baldwin closed his eyes, allowing the song to transport him to a place of peace and comfort.

The melody evoked images of green fields, blue skies, and a pure and sincere love. For a moment, Baldwin felt free from his illness, free from the weight of the crown. The voice embraced him, held him, and gave him the strength to carry on. He opened his eyes, wishing to see the woman who was singing, but he knew it was impossible. However, something inside him told him that the voice belonged to Xica.

"That voice…" he murmured, feeling a lump in his throat.

The song continued, and Baldwin felt tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but in that moment, he couldn't hold back. The tears ran down his face, mixing with the scars of his disease. Each note, each word of the song, seemed to speak directly to his soul.

The king continued to reflect on his life and the harsh realities he faced. Being king meant making difficult decisions and living under constant scrutiny from everyone around him. But the physical pain of leprosy was something no one else could truly understand. He thought about how the disease had robbed him not only of his health but also of the possibility of a normal life, a family, and children.

Memories of his childhood, before the leprosy began to manifest, came back to him. He remembered dreaming of great deeds, a prosperous kingdom, and a queen by his side. But those dreams had been replaced by the harsh reality of his illness and the endless battles to maintain his kingdom.

However, Xica represented a spark of something different. Her ability to look beyond his disease and treat him with dignity and respect gave him a glimpse of hope. He wondered if it could be possible to get to know her better, to understand who this woman truly was who had touched his soul with her simple act of kindness.

Time doesn't heal; the day passed, and all the high-ranking officials were confused by that strange sleep and the voice of a beautiful muse. Could it have been a dream? But if so, how did everyone hear it? However, there was much to do to dwell on it too much. The moon replaced the sun again when Xica arrived at the king's chambers for her usual task of washing his feet. Baldwin, although exhausted, eagerly awaited her arrival. When Xica entered, she bowed deeply, showing the respect she owed the king.

"Good evening, my lord," said Xica, in a soft and respectful voice.

"Good evening, Xica," Baldwin replied, trying to hide his interest. "I've been thinking about the song everyone talks about. I also heard it last night, and I didn't consume that concoction. Tell me, Xica, if my ears do not deceive me and the tone of your voice is not mistaken. Was it you singing?"

Xica nodded without looking up.

"Yes, my lord. It was me. I thought a song might bring some comfort in the night. Sometimes, if one is distracted from the mundane, they can find peace."

"And so it did. Your voice brought me a peace I hadn't felt in a long time," Baldwin looked at her with appreciation. "You are a woman of great talent and compassion."

Xica briefly lifted her gaze, surprised by the compliment.

"Thank you, my lord. I am here to serve you as best as I can. It's my duty."

As Xica began to wash the king's feet with care and tenderness, Baldwin continued to speak, his voice a little softer.

"You know, Xica, I've been reflecting on many things lately. My illness, my loneliness… And I've realized how important it is to have someone near who treats you with humanity."

"My lord, everyone deserves to be treated with dignity, no matter the circumstances. Whether slave or master, we all deserve to live freely," Xica responded, her tone reflecting her deep compassion.

Baldwin watched her as she worked, noting the delicacy with which she handled each movement. There was a moment of silence, charged with a subtle yet significant tension. Baldwin found himself enjoying her company more than he had expected.

"Xica," Baldwin finally said, changing the subject with a slight tone of flirtation in his voice, "I was wondering if you would like to play a game of chess with me. I've heard you are quite good."

Xica smiled shyly, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"It would be an honor, my lord. Though I must warn you, I don't like to lose."

Baldwin let out a soft laugh, a sound he hadn't heard from himself in a long time.

"Perfect. I

need a challenge, and I believe you are the right person to provide it."

To be continued…

We finish with today's chapter I hope you like it a lot remember that if you have any suggestion or request let me know I will always be for you thank you very much!

[prof-polarbear]

A wild Cubchoo appears!

Hello Hello!

I am Moose aka Modigo aka Vamoose aka- i could go for a while.

I run (counts on fingers) 4 active rotomblr blogs and 4 inactive ish ones and wow i have 9 blogs now. yikes!

This is mostly me copying Phyto (love you dude /p) for a space to rant about my characters in a visible place, and also answer peoples questions about that that they may not be able/comfortable asking in the character's askbox themselves!

Some of my favorite posts will probably get put in here, as well as some ooc art of characters!

Summary of characters under the cut!

Active Blogs!! @prof-polaris : My first ever rotomblr blog, and the one that this blog is jokingly named for! Polaris is 27, and the father of- how many kids now? So many. They are my beloved silly guy who trains service pokemon for others, and is doing their best to keep their family stable and alive. Polaris is generally very mild mannered and easy going, unless their family or friends are being threatened. Oh, and they're a mite bit haunted by their families past. Don't worry about that too much. Polaris' blog is also occasionally taken over by their cousin Violet, who just so happens to be a Zoroark. mostly chill but occasionally mid-high stakes due to their kids

@unovan-gardener : CD!! or Cultivar Deo, Boy, turned plant boy, turned leafeon boy, and my accidental punching bag! Whoops! CD is- near constantly going through it because of the traumatic events leading up to and through his hybridization as a leafeon, their father's C- parenting, and their inability to work through their feelings as they feel like nobody listens or cares! But also they love plants so much and love and care about their friends so much so when there isn't angst happening around them that they get dragged into generally they have a good time!! I promise!! Warning for occasionally body horror, there is a plant inside him keeping him alive <3 mostly mid-high stakes because of his friends whoops-

@naptime-noct : My darling narcoleptic guy, daze is. doing dazes best! daze is mostly active at night, and mostly just. talks to dazes boyfriend Casey @/bones-poison-and-pokemon and dazes (in my opinion) bff Ceti @/rising-normal-type-star. generally low states, except for occasional darker themes in reference to dazes parents and disability

@moose-from-animals : whaaaaaat whos this guy??? definitely not just- me but pokemon lmaaaooooo oops all low stakes except when i am going through it irl because we are the same man Inactive/Barely Active Blogs

@csamhp : Chroma Sactuary and Museum of Hisuan Pokemon, run by Skie Tiergan!! Xe are doing their best. This is a sanctuary Polaris runs, but honestly i forget about it alot. shoot it an ask if you wanna know more about it tho!

@newgrowthspaest : Polaris' business blog. all their service pokemon training stuff is here

@chromacorporation : ooolldd chroma corp blog. completely retired. only go here if you want older polaris lore.

@cedar-scavenges: guy gets cursed. more at 7. every time he sleeps he wakes up in a new region (randomizer blog). the idea was cool but lack of interaction made me lose interest in sprout, and i kinda didnt really know where i wanted to go with him. might get rebooted someday if i get ideas.

[glaivenoct]

Hi :) Trick or treat! 🎃🍬

Ask Box Trick or Treat - Fic Edition

Hi there!! Happy hallow and thank you for sending one ^.^

I think I'm going to go with a fic idea for this one! It's not necessarily a new one, but it's one I definitely haven't ever mentioned on the tumblr side. ...I think?

The NyxNoct Furbabies --

I've been on the NyxNoct train since 2017, and in all the years I've spent gushing over these two, I've never been one to care for the idea of giving them kids, even just on their own as individuals or with other ships (if anyone out there likes playing around with those ideas, defos more power to ya, I'm not knocking it <3). At some point in one of my jobs I had a coworker who kept asking me really annoying/invasive questions about me having kids, and I decided I was going to project said annoyance onto NyxNoct. Particularly with Noctis, being an heir to the throne and all, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets asked shit like this all the time. And if I was ever going to indulge in the notion of giving Nyx and Noct kids - it was going to be of the fur variety.

So meet the NyxNoct kids!

Top Right: Nyx's baby, Rogue Bottom Right: Noct's baby, Reed

There isn't necessarily a set story/plot. If anything, this would probably just be a series of silly fluffy one-shots from different scenarios I've rambled into the twitter void over the years. Here's some basics tho!

Reed comes first. Noctis comes across him during one of the adoption events he's volunteering at - except there's no record whatsoever of this little black kitten being a part of the shelter's potential adoptees - all of their kittens are accounted for. He happens to be a random stray nearby, and he seems to be hungry. Noctis, being Noctis, buys a snack and shares with the little guy. He then proceeds to follow Noctis around everywhere. Later that night, when Noct goes to Nyx's place and shows up with the kitten cradled in his arms, Nyx just sighs and says "I knew this was going to happen one day."

Rogue doesn't come along until a few months later. Nyx happens to come across her on his walk home from late night watch duty. It's raining and he finds her as a puppy left in a box by a dumpster in an alleyway. The nearest animal shelter is a bit out of the way, so of course all Nyx can do is wrap the pup up in his coat and take her to Noct's place. Initially, Nyx will have no intentions whatsoever to keep the pup, but very quickly she worms her fluffy way into his heart and he decides he's not going to give her up.

REED: A fluffy black cat with bright blue eyes. Nyx says he looks just like his dad.

Noctis breaks the news to Regis with no context and just "You're a Grandpa now."

Regis is one of Reed's favorite people

Reed's favorite spot to sleep is the crook of Noct's neck. It always looks like he's wearing a scarf of fluff.

Reed and Nyx have a very playful "love-hate" relationship. Nyx often calls him "furball" and swears Reed is plotting against him. (He's fond of him tho, he really is)

Reed's 2nd favorite spot to sleep and/or perch is literally Nyx's butt. Noct thinks it's the funniest thing ever.

When Rogue comes into the picture, Reed seems to be indifferent towards her as playful as she is, but in a couple weeks he is actually very protective and snuggly with her at times. They become two furry partners in crime.

ROGUE: A fluffy australian shepherd with black, gray, white and caramel tones in her coat. Noct thinks its cute that she snores softly just like her dad.

Nyx heavily claims in the beginning that he is Not a Dog Dad, then proceeds to call Rogue "baby girl" when she trots happily towards him.

Rogue becomes the unofficial "glaive mascot" and will accompany Nyx to trainings. She gets lots of love and attention here.

Rogue loves to play fetch, but she has a particular version of fetch she plays with Nyx at times - which is essentially her running towards and jumping on him whenever he warps.

Rogue loves taking morning walks or runs with Nyx in the mornings.

She absolutely throws herself over Nyx and Noctis while they're cuddling because, hello, she would like attention too pls and thank.

Rogue has that younger sibling energy with Reed where she constantly pesters him while he's minding his own business. Reed will act annoyed, but then later that night he will sleep on top of her.

OTHER THINGS:

It doesn't become uncommon to see the royal furbabies around the Citadel, either both with Noct or Rogue with Nyx.

Regis happily refers to both as his grandkids and they are always welcomed to join for lunches/dinners.

Reed has sat in on council meetings. Noct says he's an official council member and his input is very valued.

Prompto is their biggest photographer and Noctis demands every picture.

When Nyx is outside the wall or even stuck on duty or training recruits, nothing makes his day more than getting spammed pics/selfies of Noct with the furbabies.

Rogue & Reed are Nyx's lockscreen, his homescreen is Noct smiling and hugging Rogue while Reed lounges in his lap. Alternatively, Noct's lockscreen is Rogue & Reed together. His homescreen is Nyx, lying face down on the floor. Rogue is standing on one side of him, staring down with clear concern like "dad are u ok? are u alive? dad? dad pls". Meanwhile, Reed is perched on Nyx's butt and staring directly at the camera. The context of the photo? Don't ask, just know it's one of Noct's favorite pics and Nyx hates him for it.

There are also nights where they all fall asleep together in a big cuddle pile. Nyx laying on his back while Noct curls up at his side, Reed curled into the crook of Noct's neck and Rogue at Nyx's side with her head on his belly. They are one happy little family <3

Sorry this one got a little lengthy!

[luridaemos]

i know people are tired of versus 13, but i've been thinking about if anything from the trailers will be made relevant to kingdom hearts 4 lately so i want to just dump my thoughts here. also a little bit about the 4 trailer because a certain line is bugging me and i’m going stir crazy waiting for news. like for one "there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so" was so important that it was in all of the trailers until the direction change and could possibly be mentioned by mom or yozora himself. if maybe "the true figure is still hidden in sleep" is still important with how much sleep still seems to be (sora and yozora sharing dreams but also riku’s dreams and sora’s apparent coma upon arriving in quadratum). strelitzia is the new white-robed figure & it’d be so cool to maybe see a variation of yozora vs strelitzia or even sora vs her:

i kind of feel like maybe the conversation between noct and stella might have been mostly scrapped

i think mainly the parts about a select people being able to continuously see a light in the sky after a near death experience from which they gain power from at the cost of another's life. but the stuff about etro opening the door for the dead and a light shining down could easily become “door to kingdom hearts” related or even related to the meteor shower that happened on destiny islands. maybe worked into the characters we know arriving in quadratum the way kairi arrived on destiny islands.

there’s also the whole “eyes that see the light of expiring souls” and “there are things i just ‘know,’ and i have no idea how.” which i guess could now be yozora being able to go to the final world in his dreams. 

plus an conversation that happens directly after noct talks to stella after their first trailer interaction which boils down to a disembodied voice asking who noct is and him responding that he was going to ask them the same thing. a line added in a later trailer is him saying “goodbye. whoever you are.” which i’m thinking could either be now yozora talking to whoever stole his appearance/whoever told him to “save sora” or completely reworked into his meeting with sora in the final world. i think it’d be super interesting if yozora had spoken to the person who stole his appearance before hand and maybe even become friends before it happened, but i’d honestly be okay if that isn’t the case. it being whoever told him to “save sora” could also lead it to him not knowing who stole his look and that maybe the same person took nameless star’s name.

i’m also wondering if “the heart resides within the soul, which in turn is guided by fate to its rightful place.” and “the choice is yours once more.” form the kh4 trailer is related to yozora saying “if you are who you say, and it was fate that brought us here, then... my path is clear.”

i also wonder if “guided by fate to its rightful place” is more related to yozora or sora, or perhaps everyone who isn’t supposed to be in quadratum and it’s clear that it’s up to sora to decide what to do. sorry if this is all something people have already talked about at length. i just figured i might as well use this tumblr dump my hyperfixation thoughts somewhere.

[the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers]

I know I don't mention it a lot but I do heavily think of Ignis like my dad?? With my FFXV insert when he first met her as a ghost-writer, he pulled some strings at the castle to become Noct's secondary tutor since he saw my S/I had a good head and heart but was taking on an adult role while still a child. It reminded him of himself...

Meanwhile, with my royal AU, he just was like "I already look after one royal, two shouldn't be that much harder when they hang out." Though Noctis did get a little jealous when Ignis would begin praising me for eating veggies so well. Noct gets us back by very begrudgingly eating some broccoli (The one veggie I will die before eating ><)

But as we grew closer I'd go to him for things I needed help with but was too embarrassed to ask Gladio for. CP's acting up and can't tie my shoe too well? Iggy's got it and some new non-tying laces! Your girl wants to make lunch but was never allowed to? Iggy was going to make some for the guys and would enjoy an enthusiastic helper, plus he has some tips on how to make things easier for me. Basically in a way, I become the Prince of Lucis's Assistant of his Advisor.

But then one night, while traveling with the guys, long after we call it a night, I awaken from a nightmare. But since I have years of practice, my sobs are silent and I can easily sneak out of the tent. Ignis wakes up soon after since he can just sense something's amiss. When he sees the prince sleeping, the shield snoring, and the quicksilver peacefully tossing that means that the newest addition is nowhere seen.

He's more alarmed than anything until he sees a faint light just outside. He joins me, and I try to hide the fact I was bawling my eyes out. There's no use though and when he says that I can just let it out and he'll stay right here to keep me safe until I go back to the tent, I bawl harder.

In all my life (No matter the universe) I never had an older figure who had given me that. My own father left when I was little and when he came back he saw me as his soldier rather than his 4-year-old daughter... And let's just say that relationship only grew more strained and frayed until I finally cut it at 18. And despite what everyone from my mom to my friends to my aunt who lives with my dad now says, I still have moments where I wonder if I just wasn't a good daughter and that's why he'd let me down amongst the other horrible abuse he scarred into me. (Not going into it here, but you can see glimpses of it in my writing)

Ignis not only stays, but he listens. At the end of it all, he understands where I come from but can't understand what father would do such things to such a sweet young girl. He doesn't say that though, the words catch in his throat. I simply laugh at my own silliness for crying over old scars that I say have healed and rub my eyes. I tell Ignis as I shakily stand up that I'll make sure to knock it into Noct to count the lucky stars that he has Ignis. Without him, who'd know where the prince would be. Who knows where I would be... Ignis simply thanks me, rubbing my back as he guides me back to the tent and I snuggle up with my big teddy of a boyfriend.

Nothing much changes after that, outwardly anyway. But Ignis does start checking in more. Did you eat? Meds?? How's uni going?? How are your friends??? Everyone thinks it's normal since I was always checking in on him since I could see he was just as self-sacrificing as I was. But then, I mistakenly call him 'Dad' in front of the guys and my friends.

IT'S OVER, I CRAVE DEATH! I WANT TO HOP IN A HOLE! Noct is just confused, Prompto thinks it's so sweet, and Gladio can't stifle a chuckle... I look shyly at Ignis as I go to apologize but he looks flattered?? (This takes place mid-FFXV so he's 22 and I'm 19) I stutter out an apology citing it as a genuine slip of the tongue. He just ruffles my hair and tells me I should take after Noctis and get a bit more sleep then rather than staying up with my podcasts.

I don't see Iggy as the type to be like "SIGN THE ADOPTION PAPERS IT'S PART OF THE RECIPE!" But he would step into the role more because I think he would wanna settle down but due to his position gave up the whole children bit since the royal family IS his family in a sense. But there's nothing wrong with guiding one of the prince's friends. (especially when I'm a royal so you know political benefits to Lucis and all~!)

So like I never openly start calling him 'Dad' or anything. But a lot of people have caught on. For if I'm going out with my other friends and don't have physical cash but offer to send him some, he'll just give me a 50 and tell me to treat next time the 5 of us go out to eat (He won't let me pay for more than my own if that!) And he'll always be open to talking while he does his work or while he has an ebony break! He'll share in my excitement as I talk about school, what I'm into, or my own personal adventures, and he does get protective of me as he does Noctis. Though he shows that differently, such as comforting me from my nightmares and whenever I do have to meet my dad.

I also may have asked if one day, if I ever get married, if I could have him walk me down the aisle and give me away to whatever lucky person. He quietly but happily said 'of course'!

Also, he has no problem being in 'dad-mode' to my older f/os (Miguel, Thancred, Jack, Raiden, Yagami, Kaito) a lot of them don't even catch on that he's younger than them until later! Gladio's the only exception since they go way back!

Also when I'm like "IGGY MEET MY NEW SIBLINGS/KIDS" He doesn't bat an eye but does sit us down to ask if we've eaten. All in all, best dad figure!

Now I just need a tag for Iggy!

Taglist: @disneymarina @floweringforgetfulness @goldenworldsabound @singingdeepinme @nyandereneko @hadesgoddess @canongf @wanderers-wife @maskedanarchy-ships

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

I was wrong :D I have further questions :D

What was Noctis' reaction to young Mors (Vito?) in that one au off-shot where he reincarnated? Like, the kid looks enough like Noct (like Regis) to quite possibly be his younger brother. He's going to have some thoughts about that for sure (mostly of the what the fuck dad variety, I bet).

Or Ardyn's opinion for that matter?

If Noctis had a yen for every time he found an unconscious child in an alleyway, he would have to yen, which wasn't much, but it was strange that it had heppened twice.

However, differently from Solaris, this one did not look like they would bleed out any second. No, this one looked like they were sleeping. In a pile of rubble that had come down not too long ago. Which was why Noctis was there in the first place.

"Hey kid, you okay?" he called.

No answer came. Of course not. The kid was out like a light.

He stepped closer, taking care not to stumble over the rubble spread everywhere. In the centre the laid the kid, curled up, face nearly between the knees. The position did not look comfortable.

Noctis reached out a hand, golden sparks dancing between his fingers. There was something strange going on, he could feel it. The atmosphere was thick and every breath made Noctis think about nearly forgotten dreams.

The kid's skin was cold to the touch and very pale, like it rarely if ever saw sunlight.

"Libra," Noctis murmured.

There... was nothing physically wrong. But something niggled at the back of Noctis's mind, if only he could...

As he carefully turned around the kid to get a better look, Noctis let out a startled breath, thoughts scattering to the wind.

"What the fuck?" His voice came out in a breathless whisper. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

What were the chances of finding two Lucis Caelum kids unconscious in an alleyway?

None.

But here lay the second one right in front of him. It was a boy, with a long, thin face, dark hair and familiar bony limbs.

"What the fuck. Dad!"

Sadly - or luckily, depending on ones point of view - Regis Lucis Caelum was in the Citadel listening to a rather long winded petition, and so was no where near this alleyway.

The one person who had heard Noctis curse out his father was one Ardyn Lucis Caelum. When he saw the unconscious child, he laughed, before helping his nephew to bring the child back to the clinic.

[saratogaroadwrites]

Toxic (1/3)

Toxic | saratogaroad rating: G+ wordcount: 2366 characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum relationships: background Promptis other tags: background relationships, Canon-Typical Violence warnings: Canon Typical Violence chapter: 1/3

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Already hurting, Noctis takes Gladio's words to heart and makes a reckless decision, learning something of the nature of grief along the way. Gladio learns that his words can be just as deadly, if not more so, than the sword he carries.

"I was doing my job," Noctis says coolly. Prompto can feel the tension in his back, the fine tremors wracking his thin form, "isn't that what you wanted?"

Gladio pales, like someone pulled all the color clean out of him, leaving nothing but dark leather on white skin.

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Prompt; background (one-sided? :3) Promptis included because it wrote itself in. Prom, you're hopeless.

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"Have either of you seen or heard from Noct recently?" Ignis asks, breaking the relative silence of the Cartanica platform. Sitting beside him on a bench, the setting sun turning everything molten gold, Prompto looks up from his phone. The sounds of Kings Knight jingle from the speaker.

"Not since we got here. He said he was going back for something in the sleeping car."

"That was two hours ago," Ignis sighs in exasperation, "and neither of you has gone to check on him?"

"His Royal Highness probably fell asleep," Gladio growls as he pushes himself to stand properly instead of leaning against a light pole. "Royal pain in my ass, more like."

Ignis' shoulders go tense. Gladio is gone before he can do more than open his mouth and then he sighs, hands tightening around the head of his cane. Prompto looks back to his phone, but Kings Knight blurs as his eyes water. He swipes at them, feeling like the worlds worst best friend. Gladio and Noct have been fighting since the train left Altissia, and the atmosphere is so thick he can't stand it anymore. He's tried to step up, tried to step in, but neither has listened. He sniffles.

"Iggy?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think..." he swallows around the lump in his throat, "do you think the four of us will still be friends when all of this is over?"

Ignis is silent for far too long, and when he does speak, his voice is too soft, too tired.

"I truly don't know, Prompto. I truly don't know."

A couple of tears roll down Promptos cheeks. He swipes angrily at them, leaving streaks of heat across his face. This whole trip has been a shitshow. First Insomnia, then Jared, then Lady Lunafreya, and now the bond between the four of them? What else do they have to lose before this is over?

"Noct's not on the train."

Six, no!

Prompto whirls around to sit on his knees, to see Gladio storming back from the train with storm clouds in his eyes and fists clenched tight. Beside him, Ignis has gone tense.

"Gladio?"

"I checked our bunk, the dining car, the Regalia--he's not on the train. Nobody's seen a scrawny kid on black since we got here, either."

The rest of his words turn to static in Prompto's ears as he looks out over the platform. There are no obvious Imperials here, no MTs just waiting to shock-and-snatch at their unwary prince, and the platform is full. Many of their fellow passengers have disembarked here to stretch out their legs or get some fresh air, but even among all those heads he can't see Noctis' familiar spikes anywhere. He stands, spins in a circle to look at the entire platform, only to stop and stare as his eyes turn to the lift down to the mine. The gates are closed, waiting for someone to call it up. In the rapidly darkening light, it looks almost haunted.

"You don't think he..." he can hear the others look at him, "went down to the Mine by himself, do you?"

"If he did," Gladio snarls, "I'll kick his ass."

He moves to storm past the bench, but Ignis snaps out an arm and catches him at the middle. It doesn't even knock the wind out of him.

"You'll do no such thing. We will discuss this rationally and calmly, make a plan of action, and then decide what to do."

"Iggy," Prompto wavers, "What if he is down there, though?"

"Then we will follow at first light, and no sooner." He sighs heavily when Prompto whines in the back of his throat, "The mines are twisted into a local swamp, Prompto. I am as concerned as you are, but we can't help Noct if we pursue him straight into danger."

"Not to mention he's put you into enough danger already," Gladio says. Then he chokes and steps back as, blind or not, Ignis levels him with a look cold enough to freeze fire. It is a softer look that he turns back to Prompto a moment later.

"Try to call him," he says, "though there may not be any signal down below."

Prompto exits so fast out of Kings Knight that he doesn't bother to save his progress. He hits speed-dial one, calls Noctis, but it immediately goes to voicemail. He tries again, face falling and stomach cramping, only to get the same result. The third time is not the charm and he looks up at them, at Gladio ready to kill someone and Ignis ready to snap.

"He--" Prompto can't speak around the lump in his throat. He clears it, tries again, manages to whisper, "He's not answering. I'm just getting voicemail."

Gladio snarls, "He turned it off."

"Or it is broken," Ignis counters, but his voice is no longer quite so calm. "Prompto, send him a text. See if he answers that."

"Y-yeah."

He sends something off quickly, something like 'where are you? Call me!' But with a lot of spelling errors because his fingers won't stop shaking. It sends with a ping, interrupting their last conversation about if Noctis wanted anything from some caravanside diner to go with his painkillers--Six, that was before Altissia--but there is no read receipt.

There is none, even as the minutes begin to drag. Prompto's knee bounces up and down in a stacatto rhythmn, bouncing his elbow and thus his phone held so tight in both hands the case creaks. Gladio begins to pace in front of the bench, military straight marching five steps one way, turn, five steps the other way. Ignis sits still as a statue, hands on the head of his cane and back on the bench, posture rigid. Prompto worries the inside of his lip until it burns, stomach churning.

Where is he?

Five minutes. No reply. No receipt.

Did the Empire come in plainsclothes? Do they have him? Is he waiting for a rescue they don't think he needs?

Ten minutes. Prompto looks up. Gladio is still pacing. Ignis hasn't twitched. He looks back at his phone, the text boxes blurring as his eyes keep watering.

Thirty minutes.

An hour. Gladio has stopped pacing. He stands there, unmoving as a lamp post. Prompto's phone chimes low battery at him, the screen dimming automatically to conserve itself. He shuts off all his background apps to buy every second rather than leave to get his chargepack. Ignis is so still someone might mistake him for a statue.

An hour and a half. Prompto's going to be sick. Bile, acrid and sharp, burns at the back of his throat. He starts praying to the Six, to Shiva, to Bahamut, to any one who'll listen. He begs the spirits of King Regis and Lady Lunafreya to bring Noctis back to them, to not take him just yet because Prompto still needs him, isn't ready to lose him yet and probably never will be.

Two hours. His phone shuts off with a buzz and sad little noise. He chokes on a sob and bends over the dead little device like that'll give it life again. Two strides away Gladio shifts stiffly.

"I'm going after him. If I have to drag his scrawny ass back here--"

"Enough, Gladio." Ignis says. His voice rasps from disuse. About to cry, Prompto looks at them. "This fighting has to stop."

"Who's fighting?" Gladio snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. There's something in his eyes, something Prompto isn't sure how to name. He isn't sure he wants to as Gladio continues, "He's done something else stupid and now we have to go save his scrawny ass. Like always."

"Not like always!" Prompto's chest heats up; Noctis isn't defenseless. Sure the Nifs had targetted him above the others but--he draws back as Gladio turns an unimpressed look on him, hands clenching tight around his phone.

"Yeah, like always," He repeats. He snorts hard and harsh. "We're trying to keep him safe and all he does is charge ahead--"

"Do you really think Noctis would have gone off on his own if he felt safe with you still?" Ignis looks up at Gladio, who looks suddenly as if someone's stuffed a monochrome filter over him, pale skin and dark leather. Prompto clutches his dead phone to his chest and looks between them as Ignis continues, "He is many things, Gladiolus, but stupid is not one of them. He knows very well where and when he is not wanted."

"And maybe that's for good reason!" Gladio explodes. Prompto jumps, plasters himself to the back of the bench. Ignis startles against his arm as Gladio continues, "Your uncle is dead! Prompto's parents are dead! My dad--" Gladio clenches his fists tight. Prompto's heart flips in his chest.

"That's not Noct's fault--" Prompto says, only to flinch back and hunch his shoulders as Gladio turns that look on him; it's not hared, Prompto doesn't think, but anger. Hurt. They're all hurting. Gladio's just broken first. Prompto trembles as he shakes his head, "It's not...Gladio it's not..."

"He hasn't done a damn thing to fix it, either--"

"That's quite enough!" Ignis turns his gaze to Gladio, narrowing his sightless eyes. "Arguing about this isn't going to solve or help anyone."

"But he--"

"Noctis has lost his father, his kingdom, and now a dear friend in the span of less than a month." He stands stiffly, then begins to walk forward to where Gladio stands. "He needs time, and when he is ready he will move forward."

"We can't wait for him to be ready!" Gladio counters, "We waited around for him and look what happened! Lady Lunafreya's dead, you're blind, and he still--"

"He is still our King!" Ignis shouts, taking a step towards Gladio. Prompto makes a noise behind them, unused to Ignis yelling when they're out of battle, but Ignis presses forward. "And before that he has been our friend." He reaches out, grabs a handful of leather, and pulls himself up until he probably can feel Gladio's breath across his face, standing as close as he dares. "We have all lost, Gladio. Your mourning for your father is no less important than Noctis mourning for his, or for Lady Lunafreya. This fighting must end."

Gladio is silent. Prompto is silent. Heart pounding he counts the seconds, fifteen, twenty, thirty...then Ignis sighs and lets go.

"I do not blame Noctis for my injury," he says quietly, "and I will survive losing my sight. But losing any of you..." He sighs, and Prompto gathers enough courage to walk over and rest a hand on Ignis' shoulder. "Do not ask this of me, Gladio. Please."

"Ig, I..."

"What's everyone yelling about?"

Ignis goes stiff beneath Prompto's hands. Gladio looks up and stares with wide eyes. Prompto turns around, tears already blurring his vision.

"Noct!"

Noctis looks terrible. His jacket is missing, his shirt and pants are torn and covered in equal measure mud and monster guts, his hair is mussed beyond what even sleep could do, and his face is covered in a mix of sweat, mud, and blood from a cut just above his eyes. Even at this distance, Prompto can tell he doesn't smell very good.

He doesn't care. Staring at Noctis in the golden light of a lamp, he's never seen a sight as beautiful as this.

"Noct!" He shouts again, throwing himself at his best friend with arms outstretched. Noctis jumps but catches Prompto anyway--he really does stink--and they both laugh as the momentum spins them around. Noctis' back bends and Prompto leans back, takes his friend's weight, and revels in the fact that he is breathing, even if he's stinky and fever warm beneath his fingers. "You're okay!"

"Of course I am," Noctis smiles, and Prompto's stomach does a flip for a whole other reason. "What, were you worried?"

Prompto chokes, gets out a breathless dude, but then Ignis speaks over him.

"Are you unharmed?" Ignis asks. Noctis grimaces, turns his head and spits. In the dim light Prompto can't tell if that was blood or something else, but when he turns back Noctis' teeth are stained both red and black.

"...I wouldn't turn down a potion." His back tenses. Prompto's stomach roils in sympathy because that's the same way his back does when his guts are trying to eat him alive. "Or an antidote. Malboros suck." Gladio and Ignis both choke. Prompto stares.

"You--" he looks up and down his best friend, and when he takes more of Noctis' weight the prince does not hesitate to lean on him. "You took on a Malboro? By yourself?!"

"It was blocking the way into the tomb." Noctis shrugs like he's talking about watering a houseplant, "and it had nothing on Ardyn."

Gladio stumbles back, nearly crashes into the bench. He's pale when Prompto turns to give him a wide-eyed look of alarm. Ardyn was here and they didn't--he could have killed Noct and they wouldn't have--the thoughts seem to strike something in Gladio because he reaches back to grasp the bench, suddenly unsteady.

"You took on Ardyn by yourself?" He asks in an uncharacteristically small voice, "What were you thinking?"

"I was doing my job," Noctis says coolly, with none of that warmth he just gave to Prompto, and somehow that's worse than if he yelled. Prompto can feel the tension in his back, the fine tremors wracking Noctis' thin frame, see the ashen edge sinking in to his complexion. He's already digging into his pockets for a potion as Noctis finishes, "that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Gladio rears back as if struck, all the color leeched out of his skin. Noctis breathes in deep, nostrils flaring, and then looks at Ignis.

"When does the train leave?"

"At dawn," He says quietly, almost lost in thought, as he stands. "We had best get aboard. Our supplies are still with our things, and you could doubtlessly benefit from rest."

Prompto helps Noctis hobble towards the train, looking back at Gladio following in their footsteps, pale as a ghost. Now his stomach really roils; the yelling may have stopped, but this is just so much worse.

[savage-rhi]

Weird request but could you write a prompto/Noctis drabble based on those emojis? ❤️🫴🫶💐🍝🧋💍

It had been five years since Noctis gave his life to the world.

It had been five years since the monarchy ended, and a new government had risen from the ashes.

It had been five years since the boys had been on a road trip, and it had been five years since Prompto and Noctis celebrated their anniversary—the day they became friends in high school.

Prompto quietly gazed out his apartment window, overlooking the world of Insomnia below him. His eyes admired the endless lights that kept the darkness at bay. He felt proud of himself for how far he, Gladio, and Ignis had come in the restoration effort. Patching up a broken city was no easy task, much less helping the new government find its feet.

Surrounding Prompto and the coffee table in his living room was a plate of burnt spaghetti, wilted flowers, cheap boba, and a plastic ring—its color chipping off over the years. These items were irrelevant to most, but to Prompto, each was priceless.

Prompto purposefully overcooked the spaghetti noodles, just as Noctis did the night he first came to the prince's apartment. Their ideal gaming weekend was ruined as both became sick to their stomachs. That didn't stop the teasing or the laughs that lasted into the early hours, by which point Noctis thought he would die and called Ignis. The man was so angry that he had to run to several markets to get medicine. It was also the first time Prompto met Iggy; he was confident it would be the last. After all, who would throw their lot in with a young cackling teenager who couldn't help the royal prince with food poisoning? Prompto was shocked that Ignis pulled him aside after putting Noct to bed, shook his hand, and told him to keep coming over as Noctis never had company--and, of course, Ignis gently pointed out he needed a break from the prince's shenanigans.

Prompto's eyes then stared at the wilted flowers, remembering when he made Noctis a flower crown during the spring festival—plopping it upon his head in front of a group of ladies who had been ogling him and sprinkling sylleblossom petals at his feet while skipping around. Prompto teased Noct to the point where the ladies he was trying to woo ended up laughing and leaving since it seemed Noct was "already taken." He gave Noct so much shit that night that Prompto was surprised that he never sought vengeance.

Prompto looked at the empty container of boba, remembering the nights both Noctis and himself would go to the corner market past midnight, too restless to sleep. How they tried to cram in as much studying, only to end with playing video games and sharing personal stories. Prompto wished he knew then why Noctis didn't like talking about the future because, deep down, Noct knew he wouldn't live long enough to see it through.

I was such a foolish boy--such a damned foolish kid...

Prompto let out a breath, making a fist against his knee. He forced his gaze to the plastic ring. It was one of the last gifts Noctis ever gave him, a prize he got from a cereal box.

"You need the opal one to complete the King's Knight set, right? There's no point in buying crates of Cactaur Flakes when I can give it to you. Also, happy friendiversary! Marry me while you're at it? Haha!"

Prompto sniffled, wiping away the tears that flowed down his cheeks. His heart beat so fast as he remembered those words. He picked up the plastic toy and gazed upon its cracks. It had seen better days and no doubt would be obsolete in the coming decade, but the piece of plastic was the closest thing Prompto had to hugging Noctis again as he placed it over his chest and took a deep breath.

He wished he had done it that night before the final battle, offering Noctis his hand and telling him every unspoken word. Every feeling he had placed upon that shitty cereal box ring the moment Noctis jokingly asked for his hand in marriage. Alas, it wasn't meant to be, just as Noctis wasn't meant to see the new world Prompto and the boys had built.

Prompto didn't know which truth made him sadder.

He missed him so much.

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[zanarkandfayth]

OK but that blanket post: I've actually had this vague scenario in my head for like a week, ignocty (platonic or shippy) hurt Noct where it's just the two of them out somewhere isolated and foresty and Noct nearly gets drowned (dragged into water by sahagins?), so like what if he has a backpack on with his supplies in when it happens, and then afterwards they're trekking through the wild to find a safe place to camp and he's soaking wet and freezing and ohh nooo he finds his sleeping gear is also soaking and isn't that miserable, so of course Ignis wraps him up in his blanket instead and keeps him close for body heat and to just give him a hug, just a thought! (help I need to sleep but head is full of hurt/comfort lmao)

omg yeesssss I love that! in my head when I read the prompt I was thinking vaguely that he got separated from the other three and they found him later but the hurt/comfort would be so much better if Ignis was already there with him. maybe they split into two groups for some... canon-y reason? (it has been so long since I last played the game, what even HAPPENS in it) I mean hunts are always a good excuse I suppose.

I like the idea of his backpack getting soaked because then it's not even just his blanket, it's EVERYTHING in there and gosh that would just be so terrible. even his favourite snacks are ruined man why does the world hate him. I'm especially partial to the sahagin bit since I made him get clawed by one in my first ffxv fic lmao, always up for more of them. also I'm weak for Ignis wrapping him in a blanket and hugging him, don't even care if it's platonic or shippy, both are good, just give me THEM. and if they go to sleep with Ignis still holding him because Noct just can't get warm I wouldn't complain 🤣

man I want this so bad now lmao. and I feel you on the head being full of h/c, I keep seeing all these prompts and getting ideas and I'm crying because I'm already in the middle of two stupid long fics but the ideas, they keep me up at night. may you get the sleep you need!

[sylleblosscm]

anonymous:

❣️+ luna/noctis

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Important Survey [accepting]

Who is the little spoon? Usually Luna because Noct has big protec instincts, however when he is tired or he's had a hard day, Luna will snuggle in behind him, kiss his shoulder and hum him to sleep.

Who sings in the shower? Luna sings in the tub, we've established this. Noct does not, but he does loiter outside the bathroom door and listen, because he's loved the sound of Luna's voice since she sang for him when they were children.

Who plays pranks on the other? They're a tag-team couple actually, watch out.

Who is the one who listens to pop music? Close enough, but Noct probably introduced Luna to pop punk. Actual footage.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? Idk about Joe, but Luna makes the tea in this relationship. She likes to import different flavours and try them together.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? Since she didn't grow up with access to electronic entertainment, Noct has an entire list of must-watch movies for Luna. They're working through it as a team.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? ...Oh no, they are that insufferable, aren't they?

Who gives the other random little compliments? Look, if tooth-rotting adorableness isn't your thing, I am begging you to stay away from these two because they will "no, you hang up first" right to each other's faces. Keep that shit at home, you two. No one wants to see that.

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? Noctis is always putting his veggies on Luna's plate, does that count?

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?  Noct trusts his wife very much, but. Maybe it's safer to just get a driver, hm?

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? Literally anyone but them.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? Once a healer, always a healer. My instincts just tell me that Noctis is the miserable type when he gets sick, and you just know Luna will drop everything to take care of him. (Ofc he'd do the same, but she rarely stays ill long, so.)

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? Luna missed out on a lot growing up, and Noct can't wait to show her.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? Luna does this because she genuinely enjoys dancing. When Noct does it, it's to elicit some extra cuddles.

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? Nobody. Luna has long since learned the art of pretending they have to leave an hour before they actually do.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? I don't really see either of them as tattoo people. Royal image and all. But they have thier rings, and they have their precious book tying them together - that's enough for these two.

[pandaemoniumpancakes]

   At once Rumour runs through Libya's great cities—Rumour the swiftest of all evils. Speed lends her strength, and she wins vigour as she goes; small at first through fear, soon she mounts up to heaven, and walks the ground with head hidden in the clouds. Mother Earth, provoked to anger against the gods, brought her forth last, they say, as sister to Coeus and Enceladus, swift of foot and fleet of wing, a monster awful and huge, who for the many feathers in her body has as many watchful eyes beneath—wondrous to tell—as many tongues, as many sounding mouths, as many pricked-up ears. By night, midway between heaven and earth, she flies through the gloom, screeching, and droops not her eyes in sweet sleep; by day she sits on guard on high rooftop or lofty turrets, and affrights great cities, clinging to the false and wrong, yet heralding truth. Now exulting in manifold gossip, she filled the nations and sang alike of fact and falsehood, how Aeneas is come, one born of Trojan blood, to whom in marriage fair Dido deigns to join herself; now they while away the winter, all its length, in wanton ease together, heedless of their realms and enthralled by shameless passion. These tales the foul goddess spreads here and there upon the lips of men. Straightway to King Iarbas she bends her course, and with her words fires his spirit and heaps high his wrath.

Vergil, from Book IV in Aeneid, trans. H. Rushton Fairclough and G. P. Goold, lines 173-97. 

   Fama, malum qua non aliud velocius ullum.

   nocte volat caeli medio terraeque per umbram/ stridens, nec dulci declinat lumina somno

   “Pinioned, with/ An eye beneath for every body feather,/ And, strange to say, as many tongues and buzzing/ Mouths as eyes, as many pricked-up ears,/ By night she flies between the earth and heaven/ Shrieking through darkness, and she never turns/ Her eye-lids down to sleep.” (trans. Robert Fitzgerald, lines 249-55)

[thedarkrose17]

Since it's taking a while to write something for my monster au series mostly cause I'm not doing so great I figured I'd offer some hcs for it:

-Noct gets the glowy bug eyes (but I like to imagine they're the exact same colour as Noct's eyes go in the game when he summons y'know that pinky shade), it still to this day puts the fear of Gods in Prom

-Noct can and will use his wings like a blanket, they're big enough to easily wrap around himself or others

-he can't turn off the whole fixation with light sources just try to prevent himself from launching himself at them

-he's somehow not launched at Prom despite him being a walking light source

-when they start dating he calls Prom his firefly but not in front of others he's a little embarrassed of using pet names at the moment

-Prom changed his own contact name on Noct's phone to lämp and Noct's yet to change it

-Ignis hasn't reached full power yet none of them know if he'll end up more powerful than Noct or not

- Gladio's the only one who can't see in the dark

-first time Gladio's horns shed, Prom and Noct legit thought he was dying. Sometimes he lovingly roasts them over it

-Ignis shows up in modern mirrors. Yes he's accidentally jumpscared himself multiple times

-Prom uses his powers to "text" people either in their minds or their actual phones. Sometimes he does it accidentally when sleepy or sleep deprived

Noct once recieved a text from him simply saying "their coming." Man didn't sleep the whole night and Prom had no memory of sending it

-there's three sub species of carbuncle humanoids: emerald, topaz and ruby. Emerald is the most common, Topaz (Prom) are uncommon and Ruby are extremely rare

-each carbuncle has something they're naturally more gifted at. Emerald species are more talented at healing magic and wind elemental magic, topaz are more talented with shielding magic and earth magic and ruby are more talented with fire magic and strength

A carbuncle can learn another element or magic but they may struggle to pick it up or not learn it as quick as the magic they're gifted in

-Behemoth humanoids shed their horns as often as other horned beings do but it can happen sooner if they're a little bit too rough

-Ignis can turn into a bat, he sometimes does so and tries to fly away if the boys annoy him enough

-Ignis has to be invited into homes, permission can be revoked but it wouldn't be a wise decision to do so

-monster hunters exist and are akin to serial killers in this world

Noct's wing still aches due to a meeting with one

-If Prompto holds up a barrier for too long his nose bleeds and his glow dims

-Ignis looks more monsterous the longer he goes without blood and becomes quite feral when he gains access to it again until he's full

-female behemoths tend to have smaller horns and tusks but not by much

-Noct's family aren't the only cryptid family

[blossattic]

In your heart

✦ Ignis Scientia x Carmen Mirabile, Aglaea Scientia OC . : Warnings: SFW. Fluff. Angst. Original Character.

Summary: Aglaea wants to comfort her father on a special day. Maybe that special someone is not so far away from them.

"Daddy?"

Ignis didn't expect the gentle voice of her daughter to reach his ears so late at night. Raising his head from the Tablet and guided by the light provided by a nearby lamp, Ignis made out the silhouette of the little girl holding onto her plushie near the door.

"Aglaea, dearest. Is everything alright?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment before her feet padded over the rug-covered floor, and she was near her father, who softly but swiftly hoisted her into his lap as soon as she was within his arms' reach. The small body quickly cuddled into his chest, where Ignis gently cradled her, dropping a kiss on top of her hair before he leaned back and started caressing her back.

She wasn't upset, as Ignis quickly discovered. Perhaps, she just missed him and wanted his company after being unable to go back to sleep. After all, she was his little cuddle bug as a baby, roaming the Citadel Halls at night while leaning her little head on his shoulder as he hummed a tune to lull her to sleep. Her small hands reached to tug at the fabric of his nightshirt, and he quickly moved to stare in her general direction.

"Daddy, does it hurt?"

"What does, my dearest?"

"Dunno. Here?"

Aglaea's hands splayed on his chest, over his heart. Ignis sighed, smiling tenderly at her for her consideration, taking her hands into his before kissing them.

That gesture, she had come to learn, was a clue to knowing if it was an emotional problem.

"It does hurt a little, my child. How did you know?"

"You look sad."

Ignis hummed, massaging her hands. She was so observant and perceptive.

"I miss your uncle Noct. Today would have been his birthday."

Aglaea hummed, taking his father's fingers into her palms. She had always marveled at the texture of his skin, rougher than her mother's, yet so warm and comforting. Ignis couldn't see it, but he could tell she was pouting at his revelation. She wasn't one to enjoy watching her loved ones sad.

"Can I hug you again? It hurts less that way."

Ignis smiled, accepting the offer without complaint.

To think this little girl had come to make her presence known into their lives not long after he returned to camp. As soon as he stepped foot on Lestallum, where Carmen waited for him, after the hard battle and witnessing dawn come again, Carmen had received him with an equally broken heart, hugging tightly onto him and crying on his chest as she felt the tug of magic disappearing from her. Noctis Lucis Caelum, the King of Light, had given them a new opportunity to live in the future while surrendering his life.

Mere days had transpired before Carmen had bolted from his hold one day and on to a nearby restroom, emptying the contents of her stomach. Ignis had still been battling with exhaustion, but a new wave of worry had made him rush to her side, thinking a different ailment had taken hold of her.

At first, they thought it was simply her body's response to how great her stress levels had been for so long. However, as days passed and the nausea came repeatedly, they began to worry about an entirely different reason.

"D-do you think?"

"But we… This can't be, can it?"

With trembling hands, Carmen had come back after a health appointment with a healer. He took hers in his, and while he was terribly worried, he stood calm and collected, whispering reassurances in her ears. What else could happen after so many tragedies?

"Pregnant. Ignis, I'm pregnant!"

Ignis still remembers how her body shook against his as she cried. Part from shock at how it came to be, so fresh after so many losses, part from immense happiness. "The baby dawn brought", has been the nickname with which the others have teased him mercilessly. Another parting gift from their dear Noctis.

"Uncle Noct misses you too."

Ignis stood still, breaking out of his reverie. Aglaea's pudgy cheek was pillowed by his chest, and she spoke with a drowsy tone that made Ignis believe she was on the verge of sleep now. He accepted her reply, and he felt her breathing even out. Sleep talking could be a possibility, but-

"She did it again…"

Carmen was now the one standing by the door. In her tone, Ignis noticed her exhaustion, with traces of sadness still coating her words. Ignis secured the little girl in his arms before gently standing up and walking towards his wife. Carmen caressed his arm as soon as he reached her and accepted the kiss he gave her before receiving their daughter into her arms.

Carmen had always worried that some sort of magic had lingered behind. From Siren, from the Crystal, she couldn't tell, but Aglaea's words always startled them when it came to Noctis.

The younger Scientia always spoke of him like she had genuinely come to know him. She had proclaimed how the veggies weren't his favorites, how he was a fan of fishing when a TV show about it came to view, and even how Noctis had a beard.

Ignis and Carmen had spoken about it in private, worrying over how she knew this information. They haven't shared that with her. Prompto and Gladio hadn't either.

"Uncle Noct is happy. Don't worry~"

Nuzzling into her mother's chest, Aglaea mumbled the words and relaxed once more. Carmen felt her eyes prickling with tears, and Ignis simply embraced them both, exhaling shakily.

It was but a mere, fleeting thought, but maybe, just maybe, Noctis continued to be around on his own way. Watching over them, always.

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[moonlight-at-dawn]

Started replaying XV for the first time in a few years. Kinda impressed my crap memory has things down pretty solid for now lol. I'm doing plenty of running around for the hell of it, I always enjoyed that, so I'm nowhere near as far as I could be. And I'm going in with a fresh save, so I keep ending up in stasis 😅

Coming at it fresh has been fun. I turned to my husband as I headed out from a campsite and

M: "So, as you can see, we leave a fully pitched camp behind. Which leads one to assume that they're attached to Noct's astral pocket and he can just summon them later. But imagine. Imagine some poor bastard having a rough night comes across this camp. So he settles in, and then..." S: "Then he wakes up sleeping in the dirt. He starts panicking. 'Did I imagine that!? Wait. I ate food didn't I? I don't feel hungry. Oh god. Was I traveling with someone!?' - Like that, is that where you were going?" M: *dying laughing* "Not exactly where I was headed, no but I greatly appreciated the ride."

Also I forgot how much I run into the bros and how much they complain about it. u_u I love these boys dearly, but if they don't want me to run into them they shouldn't sprint past me then stop directly in my path, and if they don't want me to hit them with my weapons, maybe they shouldn't run where the weapon is going...

(Ok, sometimes it's my fault, my hand kept cramping and I kept hitting wrong buttons, so I kept drawing my weapon right next to them and the likes. But honestly, don't stand so close to the guy that can summon dozens of weapons from thin air hmph obviously it's their fault after all xD)