#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.

[purgetrooperfox]

I saw your RB about how ocs would be misinterpreted if they were canon and you said one for Nocte would be that he's a bad influence for his manwhore tendencies (/aff) and wanted to ask: is that not part of the point? Not that it's wrong for him, but that he's a temptation for others? You've mentioned him and Kit before, and I thought that maybe Nocte sleeping with him was designed to present a distraction from the Jedi Code for Kit to overcome? And what about his influence as a leader, especially on some of the younger clones? Is he not implicitly teaching them to lean into using their bodies as tools?

the post in question btw

this is so on the nose that I'm halfway convinced you're bullshitting me lmaooo no, Nocte is not inherently a bad influence on those around him for sleeping around, or for fraternizing with Jedi

Kit is a whole ass grown adult man. if having sex was enough to lead him astray from the Order, I'm sure he wouldn't be there in the first place. Nocte doesn't function as a distraction for getting physically intimate with him, he functions as a question by getting emotionally intimate with him. a question for both of them! how well can you compartmentalize? how deeply can you trust? how will you keep your heart from influencing your head when it matters most? how do you handle such a power imbalance? what are the consequences for making mistakes along the way?

none of that seems particularly opaque in their arc to me, even the limited amount I've shared here and on ao3

and I think the implication that he's a negative influence on the troops under him is a little gross! because he's not using his body as a tool, first of all, it's not some manipulative scheme. not with Kit and not before him. it's not a crime to look for ways to vent tension. and not that it even matters but he's clearly not the type to regale them with his escapades. Nocte prioritizes, above all else, the wellbeing of his crew. that's family. and that applies to the whole Guard. no discussion of him could possibly have made it more obvious that the Guard comes before All Else. it doesn't have to, but it does

I'm going to assume – because this ask implies that you dug through Nocte's tag at least – that the disconnect here is something about the nature of sex itself so all I'll say is that fucking, around or otherwise, has no link to a person's morality or ethics and is literally just a thing that people do because it feels good. it's not a trap or some uniquely powerful influence or whatever

[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.

[thisfairytalegonebad]

Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @zanarkandfayth, thank you so much - this is such a cool concept for a tag game and I was super excited to do it, but by the time I would've been free, I'd totally forgotten, lol. Really appreciate the tag <3

I considered my Love List project one of the "last 10" fics because it's the latest I updated, but I'm going to pick the opening line from the first chapter even though the chapters are technically all just oneshots - but I wanted to have at least one older thing in there since the other 8 are just going to be Whumptober which was written last October.

I also added a honorary +1 because I wanted to include something not FFXV and there's really only one fic I've written recently to which that applies, lol

Ignis brought his hand up to his face again to rub at his eyes for what must’ve been the third time within the past fifteen minutes. Gods, he was so tired, all he wanted was to lie down and get some sleep. if something comes on the way (we face it as one)

Prompto learns a lot of new things about his friends once they’re stuck practically in each other’s laps twenty-four hours a day. at first light

Noct isn’t quite sure how they ended up like this. Prompto’s his best friend and arguably the person he feels most comfortable discussing stuff with, but Noct’s famously terrible at talking about his feelings in any way, even to Prompto. Emptiness

The sight of Ravus crouching next to Ignis makes Gladio’s heart skip a beat. His hand itches to reach for his sword, but Ravus rises and stalks past him without a word. Bridal Carry

Prompto awakens to a world of pain. "What happened to me?"

Gladio is a protector, born and bred. "You'll have to go through me."

Gladio has had scars for as long as Noct can remember. Scars

“What the hell is up with you?” Gladio snaps when Ignis loses his footing and just barely avoids Gladio’s blade, for the third time. “If you’re not up for training, just say so! Better than letting yourself get cut in half by my sword.” Working to Exhaustion

Noct wakes up in darkness and blinding agony. Buried Alive

It would be a bit self-centered to say Ignis and Gladio were the ones who raised Noct. His mother passed away when Noctis was less than a year old, but he still has his father who loves him dearly. He had nannies, tutors, people who took care of him and made sure he was fed, clothed, and prepared to handle anything that was expected of a young prince. Neglect

Yuki frowns. if you're here, if i'm with you

Lmfao, there's a pattern here alright - 8 out of 11 start with a character's name. That's really interesting actually, I never noticed I was doing that! Unfortunately most of these were written very recently and a lot of them within the same month, so there's not much change to be observed here, but it was still neat to see that there is a pattern, even if it's an unconscious one.

This was super fun, thanks again fayth for the tag! Had a blast with this <3<3

Tagging: See, here's the thing... there's not all that many people I talk to anymore, and I'm not at all sure anymore who is and isn't a writer at this point, so I'm not going to tag anyone specifically. BUT! I really, really enjoy reading these because it IS super interesting, so if you want to do this, please do, and please please tag me in it so I can read it!

[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

[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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[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.

[errantknightess]

Ship: Noctis/Prompto || Words: 1,287 || Domestic fluff

Prompt: Sharing a warm drink on a cold night

[Read on AO3] (with a bonus illustration by MoonlightWanderer - thank you!!!)

*

Noctis stifled a yawn and looked around the dark kitchen again, as if something had changed in the last fifteen minutes since he came there. The tile floor felt cold under his bare feet, and the insistent sucking in his stomach grew more and more annoying as his eyes slid over the messy counter top.

It was strewn with open packets of crushed potato chips, remains of cold take-out noodles, and a couple leftover pizza slices still in the box. Just four hours ago, he and Prompto had been more than happy to chow down on all this while the last Justice Monsters V boss kicked their asses – but right now, none of it tickled his fancy. His stomach simply demanded he had to have something, and refused to specify the details.

“Noct?”

Prompto’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. Noctis turned around, searching his face in the dim blue light from the window. Even with that, Prompto’s concerned frown was hard to miss.

“Hey,” Noctis said quietly. “Did I wake you up?”

Prompto shook his head. “Nah, wasn’t sleeping yet. You were gone for a while, so I thought I’d go check on you. Everything okay?”

Noctis’s stomach squeezed again, in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with food.

“Everything’s fine,” he said quickly. “I just... have this craving. For nothing particular. I get it a lot recently, after training and stuff. Warping makes me feel all kinds of weird. Guess that’s one of them.”

“I kinda get it.” Prompto sent him a commiserating smile. “I’m the same after running. Usually I drink some water to trick my stomach.”

Noctis sighed. “Maybe I should just have some tea to help me go to sleep. Got pretty cold standing here, anyway. Would be nice to warm up.”

“Oooh, I have a better idea!” Prompto perked up, his smile growing wider and brighter now. “I know something that works wonders. Let me treat you!”

He slipped into the kitchen and gently nudged Noctis out of his way as he got to making... whatever it was he was making. Puzzled, Noctis watched him retrieve a pot from the cupboard and milk from the fridge, and climb on his tiptoes to reach for the little jars of spices on the upper shelf.

There was something patently domestic about seeing him move so freely around there, so at home, knowing where everything was and not needing to ask if he could take this or that. It made Noctis feel a lot warmer already, his chest flooding with a steady, radiant glow.

“It takes a moment to make, but I swear it’s soooo good,” Prompto explained, dropping a spoonful of tea leaves into the simmering milk. He added a hefty lump of honey, too, and slowly stirred in some cinnamon and other dark dried bits of spices that Noctis couldn’t quite name in the low light. The air swirled with a sweet, heavy smell as the steam billowed up into their faces.

What a good excuse for the bright flush on his cheeks.

“There! I think it’s ready.” Prompto turned off the stove and carefully poured the mixture into two mugs. “I hope you like it. I might have gone a little heavy on the cloves.”

“Smells great, at least. Cheers.” With a smile, Noctis clinked his mug against Prompto’s and put it to his lips for the first scalding sip.

It tasted amazing.

The heat of the spices tingled in his mouth, prickling like tiny needles through the soft sweetness of honeyed milk. As the heavy warmth settled in his stomach, the nagging empty feeling finally ebbed away, replaced by dense, pleasant grogginess. Noctis felt his eyelids starting to droop. Prompto’s quiet laugh chimed in his ear, much closer than he would expect.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep standing up. Come on.”

A gentle hand squeezed his shoulder and steered him out of the kitchen, then on to the living room couch. Noctis slowly sank down into the cushions, holding his precious mug high while Prompto threw a blanket over them. He could already tell it was going to be incredibly hard to get up from there later and go back to bed – but right then, he didn’t mind at all.

They sat there, curled up in the pale light of the neons outside the window, and slowly finished their drinks. With each sip, the cosy comfort weighted down on Noctis’s eyelids more and more. Next to him, Prompto was a solid spot of warmth pressed up to his side, humming a low tune that thrummed through Noctis’s chest with how close they were sitting.

Before he knew it, the soft melody had carried him to sleep, his head tucked against Prompto’s shoulder.

***

Noctis isn’t sure what woke him up. Maybe it was the cold of the empty mattress beside him as he rolled over; maybe the quiet rustling and shuffling coming from somewhere in the dark apartment. He can’t ignore either of these – so he throws away the sleep-warm blanket and drags himself out of bed to investigate.

He finds Prompto in the kitchen, gilded in the dusty light of the single bulb over the stove. He’s looking out the window, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on the counter. The shadows under his eyes are deep and purple like bruises. He always looks so tired these days – and living together over the past couple months, Noctis has gotten a good idea why.

“Can’t sleep again?”

Prompto turns to face him, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. It’s just – weird. Too dark.”

The blinds are open, filtering in the glow of the snowy street outside. It’s still nothing compared to the searing white glare of the floodlights that they’ve only taken down a few weeks ago. For the past decade, darkness used to mean daemons, danger and death. It’s no wonder Prompto’s senses go on high alert as soon as the sun starts to slip under the horizon each night.

“Come here,” Noctis says quietly. He pulls Prompto in, close enough to plant a kiss on his temple and feel Prompto’s body instantly relax into his chest. His sleeping shirt feels clammy under Noctis’s fingers. Noctis wonders how long he’s been standing out here.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks.

“A little,” Prompto lets out a small laugh. He presses even closer, burying his face in the crook of Noctis’s neck. “Not as much now.”

Noctis jolts as Prompto’s icy nose nuzzles his shoulder. “Uhuh. Sure. Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

Prompto obliges with a pout, releasing Noctis from the embrace, but making no move to step away or return to bed. They both know at this point sleep is not in the cards. Noctis keeps one hand on Prompto’s waist as he sets out to work, pulling out a banged-up pot and a carton of milk.

He has to do with fewer spices, and their tea is not the fancy kind he used to keep stocked as a teen. Still, as it all starts to simmer, the wafting steam carries the same sweet scents he remembers from years back, familiar and comforting.

“Here you go.” He presses a full mug into Prompto’s hand, fingers closing over his on the warm ceramic. Then, they shuffle two steps out of their tiny kitchen to the couch in the main room. Prompto melts against him on the lumpy cushions, cradling the steaming mug in his lap.

There’s a drop of milk clinging to his bottom lip. Noctis leans in and kisses it clean off.

The dawn is not long away now – and when it comes, it finds them still and serene, fast asleep in each other’s arms.

[certified-anakinfucker]

Hee hoo 13 and MIZ

(send me a spotty wap number + char and i'll do a drabble abt it)

13 - Kaisarion | HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME EXPERIENCE EMOTION and hi welcome to me and my bullshit writing style

It is the sound of another deadline Whistling past your ears It is the sight of a million regrets Mounting over years It is the words that were never spoken That echoes through the times It is the smell of the burning temples Swept away by rhymes

words under the cut bc i dont know how long this will be. this is definitely not a drabble actually :] fox + griffin + nocte belong to @purgetrooperfox fuck you hes leos oc now howler belongs to @friedennic finch + sphynx belong to @flutenoises miz + fault + briller + matchmaker are mine, unfortunately serval and coffee belong to @keys-to-the-stars

It is the sound of another deadline Whistling past your ears

Deadlines.

Those were known well, he'd like to think.

When he stood there, watching the sea of people converge and boil, hearing the cries for change turn to screams of outrage. It was always like this, and maybe if he'd had remembered when that paperwork was supposed to be done..

He wouldn't be looking at these natborns standing in a narrow walkway, waving their pushback. What sort of deadline was he thinking about, anyway? The sort that restrain him to his office, hold him back and back and back and put words in his brain that aren't his but demand his agreement?

Or are these deadlines the sort -

Someone fired a blaster. Miz, who stood ever still, only watched the golden line of energy whiz past his head and impact a pipe some meters away. Would that wake him up? Convince him?

These were the kind of deadlines that arose when he crossed a boundary that no one warned him of until he took his first steps on Coruscant. Being hated for being made with their money, and them not being able to say they wished you were never created. No, not born. Created. And their only way of rectifying that, was to do it themselves.

When they took up arms and murdered anyone who looked the same, looked the same in Miz's way, and they gloated. It was hard to find anyone who was remorseful for what they'd done because in the end the punishment was nothing more than a slap on the back of the hand and a disappointed look. Being told that they were costing the Republic money. Yes, both parties get reprimanded. One for killing and the other for being stupid enough to get killed. What's the point in trying to enjoy having a moment away from the war when people bring war to the bars, to the streets, to doorsteps out of the way.

They'd been quite successful this month.

It is the sight of a million regrets Mounting over years

Poor Fox, with what he had to go through. There was an ounce of regret when Miz hit 'send' on his datapad. It didn't bode well with the doom that rushed over him.

It took hours for him to come back from that. He didn't know how long he'd been out of it then, only that the first thing he felt after coming down from his screams was .. strangled. He felt like he still couldn't breathe, couldn't go, couldn't stop. He can't, can he? Oh - but poor Fox. Fox who knew nothing, and was still being punished for it. Miz was being cruel, he knew, he knew this wasn't necessary. But wasn't it?

Fox couldn't sleep, he saw the bags under his eyes, his words that dripped with caf and obligation and no control but he's in charge. A contingency rule that goes nowhere. Fox wasn't eating either, he looked too gaunt in his armor and he sounded far away when he spoke.

Behind him came Howler. Towering over them in stature but it seemed she was just as debilitated. Silent. Watching. Cold. Protective. Ultimately, she'd been powerless, right? What happened to her? She had been taken with .. Finch, was his name now. Howler and Finch. Howler didn't seem to like Miz being around all that much - and well, now he was out of their way. Miz was no longer Coruscant Guard, NCIS was no longer Coruscant Guard.

But Finch was NCIS, and now he's separated them. He wasn't thinking about that. Fuck's sake he didn't even know Finch was Finch until he resurfaced just before the incident and now it too far in motion to offer him an out. Maybe during the restructuring, maybe.. maybe he could do something to make Howler hate him less and. He didn't know what Finch was thinking, only that he was.. he was. That's all. That is all he had the stomach to see in his requisition files. A man marked outside of the GAR and that's all.

Calls began rolling in once the restructuring began. He needed more troopers, more fodder for the cannons. That's all anyone ever saw it as. A familiar face for all the wrong reasons came to his holo. Long, pale blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, hard eyes and a scowl. Talks of being inconsiderate, of being indescribably stupid. Fuckin' intelligent. Miz tuned out most of what his batchmate was saying. Too used to the scathing remarks and the jabs and all of the insults under the Kaminoan storm that the limited holonet allowed them to find. It didn't matter.

Fault said yes in the end, to being part of an auxiliary branch that would provide Coruscant's services on the front lines, as it was obvious that this same behavior was not unique to Triple Zero. It was just condensed here. Miz began to wonder if his trust in his younger batchmate was still founded, but he knew no one better at detective work and sleuthing. It was what Fault was best at. Always had been.

When things were set into motion it really did make Miz proud. He swears there is pride tightening his chest and not mind-numbing .. there wasn't a word for what he felt. But he called it pride as two more recruits came in from Kamino, a sort of "rush order" that was filled anonymously. He didn't know the numbers of the clones that stepped off of the ship and stared blankly, angrily, in fear.

When he stood in the doorway to watch Serval perform their physicals.

Oh.

They had brand marks. Of course they did, they had the one that mirrored his own. In horrible places but. Those marks, those of Researcher Teano Na. They were malnourished and skittish and Miz blocked out the rest of the details because Miz vaguely remembers reading about this behavior in a datasave. Withdrawal, but worse than he could have imagined for any gods-forsaken reason and of course it was happening to them. He didn't even know their names. They didn't have names last time he saw them. And they were still strangers to him. Matchmaker watched from the other end, and Briller was trying his best to keep Miz standing upright because he began a dangerous slouch.

A soft call sounded behind Miz.

Coffee. Coff'ika.

The only person here who didn't seem to either fear Miz or hate him or want nothing to do with him. So Miz gathered him into his arms and held him tight. He hoped he could think about the next move soon, because time was ticking down from an unknown timepiece.

It is the words that were never spoken That echoes through the times

Yet it seemed to Miz that everyone else was getting fed up with how things were being run.

Soon after the split, Miz wasn't sure who he'd become. It was blurry, horribly bleak, but people told him he threatened. He yelled, he openly cried, he hid himself away for days and came back worse. Disheveled and hungry, not having slept enough.

One of the Corrie medics - no, he was their CMO - Nocte had taken the brunt of it. Threatened to keep him nose out from what doesn't add up, or he would be wiped as clean as the Senate floor. It wasn't a threat to be malicious, Miz was probably trying to look out for him. But considering Miz is taller, stronger than most stationed here. Older. More important as a Commander (at the time). It wouldn't come off as caring.

Weeks later, he found himself in a room with his batch. Everyone together for the first time since they were ripped apart.

Howler sitting so close to Finch, as if to shield him. Sphynx and Griffin, who'd apparently caused Miz to black out at one point, sat together. Fault sat alone. He looked angry. He was angry. Fox eyed everyone with the most bleary expression Miz had seen yet. Miz was hesitant to even sit down, but the door's locking mechanism informed him he had no choice. And so did Nocte, who remained in the room.

Nocte said something about having enough. He looked terrified, talking to his superiors like they would reprimand a shiny. When Miz tried to comfort him, there was no more than a useless sigh that left his chest. An apologetic glance that he even had to be involved. It would have been fine. Miz had it under control. He was going to cry.

Moments ticked by in silence only permeated by breathing, sniffling. No one wanted to speak up, because there was so much that each person knew that no one else could fathom.

Except for the one of them who'd gotten off easy: Fault.

And Fault's remarks were aimed at Miz.

And Howler's fist was aimed at Fault.

He was in the middle of his words, standing up and yelling and pointing at a Miz who wasn't even there to hear it, he was lost in himself and he was crying and he could hear it all. He only stopped when a shadow leaned over him, he asked what she wanted. And there was one swift movement punctuated by a sick cracking noise, then Fault was on the floor. And Miz was still crying. Fault held his jaw in terror and abject betrayal but Howler just turned around to grab her chair and move it closer to him.

Fox looked a little vindicated. Like he was adding this to his to-do list, that was steadily growing in his absence.

Because they were all wounded. Beyond compare, and yet that's all Miz could do. Say he was the one who got off easy because Fault said so. Because he was okay, he was fine, he was upright and he was okay and he was fine and he was sane and nothing bad ever happened to him. He was just wallowing in misery, he was miserable over nothing.

He needed to calm down.

It is the smell of the burning temples Swept away by rhymes

I don't know what to put here so pretend I hurt your feelings really bad because Miz.

[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.

[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.