#pelna x reader

[andywinter16]

Hi! Not sure if you're doing requests, but if you do, maybe "Falling asleep together" from Fluff Bingo, with Libertus and Pelna and their s/o? Really like the way you write the Glaives, hope you'll have a great day/night!

Of course, I love do fluff bingo! Awwww, thank you kindly❤️ (but I still think I made them too OCC ) And I am so sorry it took me so long but my job is crazy right now, and I have less time for writing :/

And thank you for giving me ideas for writing ❤️ Just little warning Libertus kind of went out of control. (it took me quite long to get to the main point) So his story is little angsty that I anticipated.

*galadhian words used:

inalis - the sweetest /sweetie

Libertus Ostium:

He knew it was stupid to partake in that drinking game against Crowe, Pelna and Nyx. Hell, Luche was telling them not to do that. Always a buzzkill, that one! But maybe this time was Luche right, they really over did it even for their standarts. Libertus annoyedly sighed. Whole street was spinning under his feet, and his stomach wasn't happy about it either. Yeah, the hungover will be a bitch in the morning, he could tell the others would be in a bad shape after this too. He smirked gleefully, served them right for challenging him.

Lib had to lean against the wall for support. That cavaugh whiskey kicked different, that was for sure. He steadied himself and gritted his teeth, so close to his destination. Just one more crowded street and old creaking stairs to your doorstep. Oh Ramuh, you will not be happy about his state. When you two were once on a date in one of the lovely Insomnian park, you told him about your parent being alcoholic with pretty bad temper. Lib almost went to search for your parent to give them piece of his mind and most probably punch in the face If you didn´t stopped him right there. But the point was that you weren´t very keen of drunk people. In the back of his mind, guilt creeped on the surface and swept over him like a tsunami.

Fuck, he can´t get back to you looking like a shit. A certain memory flashed through his mind so crystal clear. When he came home drunk last time. You looked so upset, and Libertus would bet his misserable paycheck that you were also dissapointed in him. Even if you didn´t said it out loud. This turmoil of thoughts accompanied him the rest of the way. Lib wasn´t even sure how he got there. It was too fast. He was mindful not to make any sound when he opened your door, which as any drunk person is not really much possible.

"Libertus?" said your sleepy voice from sofa. Busted.

"Shhh, it´s kay! I didn´t want to wake you up, sweet cheeks." he clumsily walked to you and gently grabbed your hand in his big ones. You were taken a back with this, the sleep that clouded your mind slowly dissapearing. When your eyes focused Libertus looked quite sheepish, like a little boy who got into trouble. What adorable giant of yours!

" You ... you know that I love you, right? That I would never hurt you, like they did, inalis." his hands were so warm and caloused against yours. "I - I know you don´t like when I get drunk an-..." you pecked those puffy lips to silent him . " Is that what this is all about?" shaking your head in disbelief, you said. " Lib, you´re not them! I may not be thrilled of you getting drunk, but" you grabbed his chin that he could look at you," you would never hurt me. We love and respect each other too much." Lib eyes were blown out, damn it! He start to showering you in sweet kisses. You laughted at his antic. " Baby, stop! Let´s get you in the bed." Unhappy grumble leaved his throat, but obediently complied. You helped him to your small bedroom, it was kind of struggle because Libertus holded you like his life depended on it. You let him sit and helped him to undress. Libertus then collapsed onto the mattress.

" Big boy, that´s my side of bed." you teased. He tiredly mumbled something that sounded too much like smells like you. You climbed after him on the bed. Your head instantly rested on his chest right where his heart lies, while you both hugged and entangled your legs. Even though Lib was drunk, he still smelled so alluringly. It always made your mind peacefull. A faint snore reached your ears. You have to restrain not to laugh aloud, your teddy bear went out like a light. You softly kissed his temple. "Sweet dreams, love." You said silently before his heartbeat lulled you also to land of dreaming.

Pelna Khara:

Why is he even putting up with this? Pelna briefly wondered. He was tired of the constant problems that haunted them everywhere they went. Such was the life of Kingsglaive, Barett once told him when on guard duty. Still the last mission was "disastreous" in the eyes of nobles, and the paperwork for it was even worse. That´s what they get when Furias are on demolition team. Door in to his small office went open, and inside walked wall of papers. "Soni, this isn´t even funny anymore, how much papers are we suppose to sort?" lamented Pelna. Sonitus head popped out under the papers. He had that apologetic smile. " Don´t ask that, or you will get depressed like Luche." Pelna wanted to tear his own hair out out of flustration. His energies were on the lowest, he needed sleep so badly. " Yeah, it´s that bad. Let me take your place for a moment. You look awful, man. " Soni offered. Pelna exhaled sharply. That badly he looked, eh? " I suppose, I could use a break for a minute." Pelna took his mug and went for kitchen. Coffee should help him out. But what suprise awaited him in there, was you swaying into soft music from radio. The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans hitting his nostrils. You were his sweet balm for the soul and all ills. Pelna sneakily went to hug you from behind. and cheekily pecking you on the cheek.

" Yes, darling?" you asked sweetly. Pelna didn´t miss the tiredness of your voice.

" I just wanted to see my favourite person." You were both in awful shape. " You flatterer, you definitively went for coffee first." loopside grin appeared on his face. You took his mug and poured him fresh black coffee. Then you added two sugars and one coffee creamer, just how Pelna likes it. This warmed him inside, even on the verge of collapse, you would still take care of him.

" Come on, let´s sit down on the sofa. You´re already half asleep on me." you teased lightly. But Astrals know that you could use a break. You both sat down, Pelna more likely collapsed. Luckily you had both of your mugs that you put on the small table. Pelna needily embraced you, his warm and weight enveloping you in human cocoon. Pelna tickled you with his beard on your neck.

" Just five minutes of rest, what do you say Y/N?" he huskily said in your ear. Oh, you couldn´t deny your precious husband. He was addicting like chocolate.

" Oh my, what would I do with you? I can possible let you hurt yourself now because of lack of sleep, do I?" his eyes shined joyfully. Pelna nestled his head on your stomach, using it as comfortable pillow. Your hand automaticaly went in to his soft raven hair, stroking it lovingly. "Thank you, Y/N." he whispered sleepily. Your head rested on the sofa armrest. Your eyelids started to feel so heavy, until you stopped noticing your surroundings and sleep overtook you as your husband.

--

Two and half hour later in a common room.

"Should´n we wake them up? "

"Don´t you even dare, Furia."

[florets-in-the-sky]

Pelna Khara Romantic Headcanons:

* This boy was my fav from day one, and he’s gonna be your fav too with all the sweetness stored inside his body

* He’s a little awkward because he’s generally on the quiet and shy side, and this will typically be something that stays the same throughout the relationship

* He loves giving gifts, specifically flowers. With every gift he gives, there will always be flowers. Unless, that is, you hate flowers. Then he subs them out for anything else you’d prefer. 

* Prefers coffee shop dates to dinner dates, but will happily oblige in fancy dinner dates if it makes you happy

* All in all, he’s always trying to make you happy. Do try to return the favor, it will trigger the warmest smiles from him that will melt your heart

* Loves cuddling, prefers to be the smaller spoon, but as long as you’re both entangled together he’s good

* The best at taking care of you if you ever fall ill. Knows home remedies and recipes to get you back up and functioning. Plus more cuddles that inevitably get him sick. He still wants to cuddle tho

* He likes making you laugh and smile, seeing the brightness on your face usually ends up making his day ten times better and he will bend over backwards just to see you smile

* Likes to keep PDA behind closed doors, but will indulge in the occasional hand holding if he’s comfortable, aka around the Glaive Quad Squad

* Would adore having a pet with you, and is probably the one who brings it up at first. But can you really say no to him?

* Speaking of, boy has an impressive set of puppy eyes that he knows how to use. It’s like a secret weapon or something, and I swear you will not last long when he whips those things out

* Will read or sing you to sleep if you ask him to. If that doesn’t help, he’ll stay up and talk with you till you both pass out.

* Big fan of pillow talk and could go on for hours, but you usually fall asleep before then, which is fine, it gives him a chance to admire you without it being awkward

* Will often just stare at you from across the room. It’s kinda intense the first few times you catch him because he keeps staring and he doesn’t even notice you’ve caught him. He just carries on with soft admiration in his eyes

* Doesn’t often get jealous easily. He places the utmost trust in you, and also expects that in return. It’s one of his most important qualities

* Honestly, all Pelna wants is to make you as happy as can be. He’s probably doing a fantastic job, but he still needs the reassurance at times

[nothing-but-dreamy]

MISTLETOE

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

A/N: I always wanted to write something for Christmas. Failed many times. Maybe I could overcome my kind of trauma.

Words: 1.448

Warnings: none

Summary: Nyx isn't too fond of celebrating Christmas. You get that regarding his loss but you're also a big fan of the most wonderful time of the year so, you create something that reminds Nyx that he isn't alone, at all.

Kingsglaive. An honorable troup of adorable dorks who were fighting to keep other people safe. You were one who got kept safe by them. Being close friends with Nyx and the whole gang gave you support and love and everything you needed and wanted. The others felt the same as you. They could protect you. Watching out for you. You were there for them as everyone else had left.

At least, that was what Nyx saw in you. The closest he had left he could call family. In the beginning, he had been distant to you. Keeping you at an arm's length. To keep you safe and to keep himself safe from catching too many feelings just to lose you once again.

But you had been determined in your kind of treatment and slowly but surely, Nyx grew more fond of you than he ever wanted to admit. He saw himself as bad luck. Bringing death to his family and friends. And yet, you found a way into his heart. You were sweet, smart, beautiful... You had just one, big flaw: you loved Christmas.

You lived long enough with your friends to know how their reaction would be the moment the first Christmas light would get lit. So, as the calendar changed from November to December, you turned on all the lights you could find.

As the Glaives entered your bar, they all stopped, staring at the decoration and groaning at the same time while you approached them with the biggest smile on your lips you could even produce, "And? What do you say?"

"It's bright.", Pelna said, trying to sound diplomatic.

"It's... It's sweet.", Crowe said and shot you an apologetic smile.

"It's a bit too trashy for my liking.", he said, "But you did great.", Libertus said, trying to make up for the rudeness before.

Finally, your still sparkling eyes landed on Nyx. The last one of the group. He took a breath. You never were sore about their comments but Nyx knew how much this time of the year meant to you so, he tried his best to be a bit more polite, "You did a great job with the decoration. As always."

You raised a brow questioningly while you were smirking, "Liar. You also don't like it.", you said, leaning closer.

Nyx sighed, "It's not the decoration. It's what comes with it. This whole circus reminds us what we have lost. Our friends. Our family. Our homes.", he said softly.

You nodded, "I get that. Trust me. Don't forget that I also have lost everything before I came here."

Nyx' eyes grew big with shock as he realized that you were right. You cared so much about everyone around you that he and his friends totally forgot that you also just were a refugee. Just like them. You had left your home as Niflheim took over the control. Nyx was about to apologize, feeling bad about what he had said.

But you cut him off, "It's ok. I know you didn't mean it like that. This time of the year always gives me warmth. Even after I've lost so much. It still has the same effect. But maybe we could start seeing us as some kind of new family instead of just mourning the past.", you said softly, still with a smile on your lips as you left.

Nyx stared after you. His blood was running hot and cold. You could endure so much of their bullshit. You always accepted the worst jokes. You never complained about their bad mood. But Nyx was sure, one day, you would have enough and then they would lose you. He could lose you and that was the last thing he wanted. He just needed to find a way to show you how he felt for you. A different way than just words because obviously, he wasn't good at that.

**

By the time your planned Christmas party was around the corner, you even had decorated the Glaives HQ much to Drautos' dismay but he let you do. You even behaved yourself with the lights - not to stress the Captain's goodwill too much - just enough to illuminate the darker hallways and the common room. The windows were covered in fake snow where real snow slowly took over the corners from the outside.

At the evening of the Christmas party, everyone you had invited came into your bar. Quickly, the small room got filled with laughter, the smell of alcohol and warmth because all your friends had found their way to you as planned - enjoying some quality time together.

Nyx stood in a corner, watching you chatting with Cor and Drautos while he let his fingers drum on the table's surface.

"What's the matter, hero?", Crowe asked, slightly swaying from the egg nog she almost devoured cup after cup.

"Nothing.", Nyx answered, trying to ignore his friend.

"Yeah...no. I know this face you make. It's your 'something bothers me face'. So, what is it?", she asked with a grin as she saw that she was right.

"Really, it's nothing."

"Oh, if I have to guess, it's something with YN, right?"

"Could you please guess somewhere else? Thank you.", Nyx said more serious, looking Crowe straight in the eyes.

Crowe patted his shoulder, "As you wish. But you really should talk with them about the feelings you harbor for them."

But before Nyx could ask anything else, Crowe was gone. And he was alone again with his gnawing thoughts if he would do the right thing or not.

*

Around five in the morning, the bar emptied itself finally and you walked around, collecting glasses and bottles. You were tired but happy because the party had been successful even if it had been Christmas themed.

You placed a bunch of new collected glasses on the bar counter as someone stepped next to you, "Nyx? You're still here.", you stated surprised. Somehow, you had expected him to be gone already.

"Yeah, I would never leave without saying good night to you.", he said softly, showing you a gentle smile as your own lips curled up. Some colorful fairy lights were illuminating your eyes in a magical way and Nyx knew the time was perfect. He stepped forward, getting closer to you and had your whole attention. It was the best feeling he could ask for as he saw your eyes fixated just on him. Slowly, Nyx looked up, "Oh, look what we have here.", he said, eyes directed at the lamp above the counter.

You followed his glance with a frown, "What do you mean- hey! I didn't put it up there.", you said. You liked mistletoes but you had avoided decorating them so no one was kinda forced to follow the tradition to kiss someone just by standing underneath it.

Nyx watched your surprised expression and smiled, "No. I did."

"You? But why?", you asked surprised, big eyes and a frown displayed on your face.

Nyx scratched the back of his neck. Now, there was no turning back, "You know, there's something I wanna tell you. But I think words aren't really enough, tho. The mistletoe gives me the opportunity to do this.", he said with a shy smile before he leant in, cupping your chin between thumb and index finger to kiss you gently.

You still swooned as Nyx leant away from you a few moments later. As you opened your eyes, you saw his blue eyes sparkling, "Why do you stop?", you whispered, missing his warm, perfect lips already.

"Well, I also wanted to say that this is the best Christmas for ages. Thanks to you.", Nyx whispered, leaning against your forehead with his own.

"Maybe it's just a Christmas Wonder.", you whispered with a soft smile and your heart racing in your chest.

Nyx pulled you closer, relaxed about the fact that you seemed to want him as well, "Maybe. But maybe you're just the wonder I fell in love with after all the time I have known you.", he breathed and waited for your reaction.

"Y-you do- what?", you asked startled, looking at the Ghaladian man in front of you but instead of saying something else, Nyx just cupped your face with one hand, chuckled softly and kissed you once again.

You leant stronger against him, searching hold in his clothes, pulling him closer before you snaked your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss even more. While inside the bar the situation became a bit more intimate, the first snow of the year fell silently in Insomnia, covering the city in a white coat.

Maybe, it was, in fact, just one of these Christmas wonders.

[bleucommelhiver]

UNRAVEL ME | Nyx x Reader «part ii»

@nyxulricweek​ | day 4: WORK & PLAY | drunken shenanigans  RATING: SFW | WORDS: 2,063 SUMMARY: A prequel to Wayward Children but can be read as a standalone. Finally of age, Nyx finally brings you to the annual Galahdan festival that the glaives mysteriously refer to as the “Burning.” Being the good friend that she is, Crowe offers to dress you up for the festival, purposefully (though she’ll never admit it) digging up new and complicated feelings you and Nyx have long harbored for each other. NOTES: Read Part I or the WHOLE STORY at AO3. 

« part ii of ii »

It is almost dusk by the time you arrive. The ride took much longer than you expected, but with the initial exhilaration of weaving through the capital's congested roads and into the open plains of outer Insomnia, time seemed to fly. That is, until the subsequent realization that you could feel the dips and groves of Nyx’s abdominal muscles through the thin linen of his shirt with how tightly you were grasping him settled upon you like a mist of cold water. With that newfound knowledge, you had begun to fidget, trying to safely put more distance between your bodies while traveling at 95mph.

Nyx's exasperated, "We're almost there. Just sit still," followed by a rough tug of your arm around his midsection, lurching you forward until your chest pressed flat against his back, was the only thing that had made you stop.

Resigned, you had rested your cheek against his shoulder blade, inhaling the faint scent of salt and cedar that you've grown to know distinctly as Nyx. Burying your face deeper into the crook of his neck, you will your rebellious heart to settle down. Though the embrace felt intimate, more intimate than any you’ve shared with him from the way you could feel his body through the thin cloth of your clothing, you had to keep reminding yourself that it meant nothing. That and, ew, it’s just big bro Nyx. Right?

Continue reading on AO3.

[lucianhuntress]

The Bodyguard & The Princess Ch. 2

Word count: 5807 Pairing: Nyx x Fem!Reader Warnings: SFW, fluff and light angst. NSFW content eventually. Notes: When an oneshot turns into a multi-chapter fic. A soulmate au.

Also: if you are wondering who is Cassian Lacertus, he is just a random guy I invented for this fic.

Tagging some Nyx dyx-fans (it’s the work name I use for this fic): @glaive-eve, @bleucommelhiver, @owldearest & @singlebecauseofthechocobros.

Hopefully you enjoy this chapter!

<< Previous Chapter

High hopes of spending the evening with none other than Nyx Ulric were shot down like a bird on a hunting season. A guest after a guest flooded you with questions and suggestions, attempting to be subtle — yet failing terribly.

“Good evening, Your Highness, how are you doing today? Are you seeing anyone currently? I just happen to know the perfect bachelor. A real charmer, you’d be surprised.”

A surprise would have been if they all didn’t know a guy that just happened to be single. But as the princess of the Lucis kingdom, you had to force yourself to act like you were completely invested in their rosy speeches about a man you hadn’t even met.

Nyx wondered how you managed to treat them all with such kind, welcoming smile that made his heart skip a beat if you happened to flash it into his direction. He could feel the frustration through his soulmate mark, but he had no idea that you were the one carrying the counterpart to his.

Those fleeting happy moments, moments when your eyes met Nyx’s made you forget about everything else. The agony the guests gave you washed away with just a glimpse of the familiar ocean blue. Knowing that he stood by your side, made you feel safe, blessed and maybe even slightly giddy.

“I am going to need a break soon. I want to sit down for a while,” you sighed out your thoughts as you waved off another elderly couple and a new one was dangerously glinting their eyes towards you. Like vultures waiting for an opportunity to sink their claws in an already weak target.

“I can tell them to back off,” Nyx informed, feeling relieved of your urgency to take a break. Physically he would have gladly stood there all day — but the guests were slowly drawing him mentally towards the brink of a breakdown.

You lifted your gaze and saw him staring right at you. The content purring of your soulmate mark had been suffocated and replaced with exasperation caused by the constant pour of questions and now you could feel the bond strongly again — spreading its warmth all over your body.

The usual sensation of delight had gained a new shade of steadily growing desire as the evening shifted closer to night.

It made you side-eye Nyx even more than usual and Nyx tried to ignore the feeling as best as he could, but his mind kept slipping through his grasp.

You just looked damn beautiful and the exhaustion you wore made him want to steal you away. Of course he had to mentally punch himself in the gut for such selfish thoughts.

“I would appreciate that,” you said, the glow heating up your cheeks and causing you to fan your face with a hand to cool down. How did one man drive you all hot and bothered without even trying? No one else had managed to do that yet.

If only there was a balcony to retreat to.

You had no idea how to behave around the man, so you kept a polite, princessly approach as you spoke to him. He did the same by acting as professional and emotionless as he could, even when his heart screamed against it.

Nyx nodded and stepped in front of you to block the way just before another elderly couple managed to greet you.

It slightly pained you to deny their chance to have a chat with you, but you desperately needed to rest.

You heard him apologizing to the guests while you headed towards a bench to sit on. The glaives who you had ordered to scatter around the room kept their eyes strictly on you and you couldn’t deny the surge of uneasiness washing over you when you were being under so many eyes.

He felt it too; his soulmate mark emitted an anxious swell as it purged the joyful choir the marks had joined in to. Nyx wanted to comfort his unknown soulmate, but he was powerless to do so.

If only had he known that his soulmate was just a few feet away.

You let your body slump after all that standing around. To carry your body like a princess drained all your energy.

Talking like you were the most knowledgeable creature and speaking like your tongue was made out of silver had your jaws jammed and brain fried. Your whole body was sore from all that, even when you were used to it on daily basis.

Fortunately Ignis wasn’t at the event to see you sitting shoulders slumped and eyes fixed into oblivion, or else you would have heard about it for the next three weeks — or longer, if he felt like you needed a reminder.

Nyx flashed a smirk as he returned to you, “everything okay, Your Highness?”

You lifted your gaze and tried your best to answer him with a smile — but you felt like your cheeks were falling out from their places and you lips felt so numb. You had never felt so “charming” before.

“Just exhausted.”

He chuckled and positioned himself next to you. He was standing while you were sitting — as sitting next to each other would have been seen as an act of courting.

Such a thing wouldn’t have been allowed between a princess and a measly soldier.

Nyx felt a pinch of sadness in his chest as he thought about it — why did he even think about it? He could never have someone like you and you would have deserved someone better. Much better. Not him. And yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

You sensed the saddening sting poking your heart and for a moment you felt sorry for your soulmate. The heartache you both suffered caused an awkward silence to fall over you. Nyx kept his gaze strictly on the surroundings, his hands behind his back and expression blank — as it was supposed to be. But in his eyes anyone could have seen the shroud of melancholy of not being able to do anything about the situation he and his soulmate were in.

Your hands rested in your lap, squeezed gently into fists. But your lips were gradually tugging themselves into a smile, though it was a sad one. Sad from not being able to help the suffering you felt through the mark.

“Uhm, Nyx,” you mumbled eventually and the glaive shifted his gaze to you, but denied himself of getting a better view. He saw the sorrowful downward curl of your lips.

What’s wrong princess?

He wanted to speak out the words aloud, but he couldn’t.

“Your Highness?” he spoke instead, dismissing the moment of anguish he had experienced. He'd have to deal with it later.

Once you turned, you lifted your eyes to meet his side-eye.

Nyx felt like everything had paused. He knew he belonged there, next to you. He swallowed, wondering if he could just… no.

“I—” you started and in an instant, you were knocked down from the bench. A sharp pain twinged your elbow and your lower back as you fell down on the cold concrete floor with a huge, furry dog quickly gaining its position on top of you. All of its four legs sprawled around you and hot breath fanning against your skin as it prepared to get a taste of you.

At first you squealed in terrified panic—

“Princess!” Nyx gasped in horror and jumped to remove the dog from top of you.

—and then you giggled as the fluffy creature had a great urgency to clean your face with it’s soft and wet tongue. You shrieked from the tickling sensation and you could distantly hear how Nyx and a couple of others shouted for you.

Nyx had not been so worried in years. Worried of losing someone he barely knew, yet his heart ached every time he heard your high-pitched squeaks. Just the thought of you getting hurt made him work harder.

The canine was stronger than anyone would have guessed. The creature had almost feral strength. Strength it used to smear its saliva all over your face.

Finally, with the cooperation of a bunch of glaives and a couple of animal shelter workers, the dog was pushed away from you. It whined as if it had been interrupted rudely and it kept looking at you longingly.

“I am so sorry, Your Highness I—” one of the shelter workers whimpered, tears were streaming out of her reddened eyes.

“No need to apologize,” you paused her with a whisk of your hand. She stared at you, sniveling and sobbing but the expression turning ultimately confused. “He is an amazing dog and I surely hope that he will find a forever home for himself.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” another worker stepped in. She was as horrified as her co-worker, but at least she wasn’t crying. You shot them both a warm, reassuring smile and turned quickly to give orders to the group of glaives who had instantly dashed to help you with the furball.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am fine — but I think I should go and clean up my face…”

Your back and elbow still ached uncomfortably, throbbing pain coursing through your body — but it wasn't that bad. It would heal. Eventually.

Nyx eyed you up and down, surprised by how you managed to be so… calm. He knew you weren’t like most of the nobles; he knew you were different. But still he had expected to see some kind of lash out at the workers, or even hear the disappointment with a couple of well-chosen words to scold them.

No. You just kept amazing him every day with the most simple actions. It made him want to see more of you, a side hidden from the public. A side he had managed to catch glimpses of.

“I will escort you,” Nyx stated, his tone could have cut even through steel; he was determined. But his heart told the other: it was still racing with anxiousness from the scene the dog had caused.

You turned your head just slightly to see the glaive standing next to you. His back straightened, hands on sides and mouth pulled into a thin line.

“Thank you.” Your response may have sounded weak, but Nyx saw a sign of relief in your expression. He responded with a tiny nod and waited for you to head for the ladies’ room, while the remaining glaives scattered and resumed their positions.

You walked in silence, Nyx only a few steps behind you. You wanted to say something but the uneasy flickering in your chest rendered you speechless.

He was a glaive and you were a princess — sharing a common interest sounded quite absurd.

“Thank you,” you finally said.

Nyx quirked a brow in surprise, “why are you thanking me?” He ran his hand through his brown hair and groaned inwardly. He hadn't been the only one running to the rescue.

“You turned away those guests, helped with the dog… I…” you looked down at your hands for a second or two. “You have been kind to me.”

Nyx blinked, unsure of how to react. “Those were the orders.” He hated himself for that; they hadn't only been the orders, he had wanted to do it and would do it again. Any time.

But would it be wrong if he told you?

“I see…” you mumbled with a slightly trembling voice. You had hoped for a different kind of answer.

You felt an uncomfortable burn in your soulmate mark. It didn't hurt, but it bothered you. Nyx placed his hand on his left shoulder to feel the tingling heat through his Kingsglaive garbs.

What is going on?

Embarrassment, shame, tension and disappointment scorched your marks almost in a scolding manner.

“Your Highness.” His voice made you halt.

You turned to look at the man over your shoulder. There was a slight frown shadowing his handsome looks, but you could see the gratitude in his eyes.

“I appreciate it. I may have orders, but that doesn't mean I don't want to protect you.”

He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. It made his heart melt.

You felt it too; your heart fluttered once again when it was just the two of you. You hadn't even realized that you had paused your journey to the ladies’ room.

Nyx wished for the time to stop and he was about to lift his hand to caress your cheek. But he stopped, his hand slightly in the air. “We should continue.”

“Oh, sorry!” you mumbled nervously feeling your cheeks grow warmer.

Nyx’s brows shoot up from curiosity. A princess shouldn't apologize. But one thing he was sure of, as he watched you pick up from where you left.

The dog had a damn good taste for girls.

The charity event ate a good portion of your already scarce free-time. The ride in the black bulletproof car had been awkwardly quiet — like it had been when you arrived at the party.

But at the same time you couldn't stop beaming inwardly, nor did you want to do so. The small chat you had managed to uphold with Nyx cast a fluttering in your gut again as you kept reminiscing in the memory again and again.

On that very same night after getting lectured by a council member or two, you retreated to your quarters. Nyx’s shift had ended and he had returned to his own matters, but your heart was already longing for his presence.

What a selfish person you had become, you wondered as you thought about calling him back to work.

The feeling made you chuckle in the darkness of your bedroom.

The confusion of the feelings you felt around him corroded you; no one had ever made you feel like that. You didn’t even know what he was like and yet you couldn’t wash away the loneliness when he was off-duty. Part of you thought about getting his address from captain Drautos — but would it be right to just knock on his door like a lovefool girl?

...a lovefool?

You wanted to laugh and cry simultaneously and with your hands squeezed into tight fists you bit your lip. A fleeting sting in your lip and the taste of blood, blurred your senses.

“I’m an idiot.” There was no mirth in your little, cold laugh and you hoped that no glaive outside your bedroom would listen to your brief monologue.

Nyx felt it too, half-thanks to his mark, half-thanks to his own thoughts that were somewhere along the same lines with yours. He was lying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and the picture of Ghalad taped on it.

His mind wandered to you, to his family, to his feelings… He sighed, hoping to understand more. Why the princess of Lucis kingdom was on his mind constantly? He barely knew anything about you — as a person.

He wanted to protect you, to be with you, feel you. “Why am I doing this to myself?” he groaned to himself, surprised to hear his thoughts aloud.

After all, Nyx was all alone in his apartment. He would continue to be alone too. He had no family nor a steady relationship. Libertus was like a brother to him, but that was it.

And what if he couldn’t protect you, like he couldn’t protect his… Nyx swallowed as he tried to seize the train of thought getting off-tracks, he didn’t need any extra emotions with his current ones. But there he was, getting off-track to unlock the chest of memories — full of forbidden thoughts.

You had nearly dozed off as the exhaustion tried to claim you, but the growing pain took away all the tiredness.

Why does it hurt so much?

Your own tears suffocated any reasonable thought and your mind was shrouded inside a thick, black cloud of misery. You felt angry, sad and lonely at the same time.

Your palm, curled into a tight, fist was flickering from the flames inside. Whatever your soulmate was going through, had your guts burn in agony. The hurt, the longing, the sadness and the disappointment had brought a ball of fire into your hand.

It didn't burn you, it brought warmth on your skin as the small flames roared desperately on your palm. It fought against you, weakly.

I'm here for you.

Shifting your thoughts into something more cheerful calmed down your soulmate. The hurt was still in there, poking around, looking for a weak spot.

Everything's going to be alright.

You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes. Wet trails on your cheeks from the tears shed for your soulmate being the only telltale of your brief misery. The dreams were finally able to claim you to a realm unknown.

“Thanks man, I needed this,” Nyx yawned as he caught a bottle of beer Libertus Ostium had slid to him across the table. He welcomed the day off with open-arms as he pushed away the need to be by his princess’ side.

“You have been burying yourself in work lately. Found yourself a girl from the Citadel?” Libertus snorted and opened a beer bottle in his hands, “lucky you if it's the one at the office.”

Nyx chuckled and observed the bottle. It was so nice to finally relax and enjoy. His newest assignment had kept him so busy that he had barely even seen Libertus in a while. “I thought you called dibs on her first.”

Libertus shrugged, “well— I tried, but I don't think she's interested.”

The glaive brothers laughed and clinked their bottles. A well deserved weekend had begun in the company of Nyx's best friend.

They talked about whatever came to mind and after downing the first bottles they ordered new ones. Nyx felt tipsy after three bottles of beer and the cheerful feeling hid the ones his soulmate mark was sending.

“You okay?” Gladiolus Amicitia asked, his hand on your shoulder keeping you still.

“I’m fine…” you giggled unexpectedly. You slammed your hand over your mouth and felt the embarrassment burn your cheeks.

“Are you drunk already? What did you drink at dinner?” Noctis grunted disapprovingly.

“N-no — my soulmate seems to be having a good time,” what you had attempted to say with a nonchalant laugh, escaped with a slurred chuckle — like the ones you often let out for your guests entertainment in the high society gatherings.

It was sweet to listen to and you managed to wrap your guests even tighter around your finger. But around your brother and his shield it had no effect.

Noctis and Gladio traded worried looks behind your back.

“Soulmate?” Gladio asked, mystified by the thought that someone actually had a soulmate.

You peeled your sleeve just enough to reveal the mark resembling a crescent moon with a dagger. Noctis groaned in irritation, but Gladio remained silent.

“I can’t believe you actually believe in that stuff — isn’t it a bedtime story for kids?” Noctis said, rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“Or you just have a lame soulmate and you pretend that they don’t exist!” your protest made Gladio howl in laughter.

Everyone had a soulmate mark, to end up with your destined one was just a question of motivation and luck.

“I have one too,” Gladio flashed a wide smile at the embarrassed prince. Noctis attempted to hide his mildly reddened cheeks by looking in the other direction.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Nyx asked after he had downed his fifth beer. His speech had started to slur from the consumed alcohol but that didn’t stop him. It didn’t stop Libertus either, —who had had the same amount of beer as Nyx—, from understanding his best friend.

Crowe and Pelna had also tagged along after a training session. Nyx had bought bottles for the freshly joined weekend-celebrators and the four of them sat around a wooden table, enjoying their drinks.

“Don't you remember what your old man told us?” Libertus asked with his brows shot up in bemusement.

Crowe seemed interested in their talk, while Pelna was checking out a girl passing by them. He had lifted a bottle half-way up and thanks to the pretty lady had obviously made him pause. Crowe nudged him subtly with an elbow.

Nyx shrugged lightly. He couldn't possibly remember everything his dad had told him and the much less happier memories tended to take over. He took a sip from a newly opened bottle and swept his mouth with the back of his hand.

Libertus sighed heavily in dismay.

“Well, we all carry our marks — so I guess I do believe in them,” Libertus sighed and his gaze dropped briefly. He kept rolling the bottle in his hand. “Did you find your soulmate, or why are you asking?”

Nyx’s lips widened into a smirk, “just curious.” His soulmate had helped him calm down when he was having a moment and it rose a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

Libertus repeated Nyx's words quietly, like he was mumbling to himself in disbelief.

“Hey, don’t give up, maybe yours is behind a corner,” Crowe tried to cheer Libertus up with a light laugh.

“But there is a girl…” Nyx continued. He had not mentioned about his feelings to anyone. The booze certainly had opened the gateway to his rose petal-coated secrets. “A girl that I can never have.”

Libertus frowned, “sucks to be you, then.”

“Is there even a girl our mighty hero can't have?” Pelna rolled his eyes, but laughed after.

“I'm sure there are plenty.” Crowe snorted.

It brought a smile to Nyx’s lips. Even the beer couldn’t take you away from his thoughts on a day off.

“Yeah? Probably because you take so much time doing push-ups instead of feeling things,” Noctis paused the taller man with his snide comment, to which Gladio answered with a smug wink and grin.

“Are you the right person to talk about feelings?” Gladio asked smugly.

The two of them had started a debate whether soulmates were true or not. Maybe Noctis was just too thick to notice? Or maybe Gladio's dating life was so active that he didn't notice the feelings of his soulmate.

Noctis surely seemed to be convinced about it all being a fairy tale.

“Hey, at least I have more game than you do,” the shield howled and you had hard time keeping your composure, instead of rolling on the floor and suffocating from the laughter. Not to mention the sluggish feeling your drunk soulmate emitted.

“If you think the mark is just so that you can feel your mate being horny — you are both wrong,” you trembled from the fit of laughter trying to bust the doors of self-control open.

“Then what's it for?” Noctis asked.

“Finding the love of your life — obviously.” You rolled your eyes to the roof and sighed. It was just so simple.

Noctis snorted as if you had just told him a good joke, but Gladio seemed more interested in your statement.

“Love of your life, huh?” You could hear the shield mumbling to himself.

The thought of your soulmate made you feel warm and you pressed your palm over your chest, right over your heart. The tipsy feeling still bubbled inside you and you let out a quiet giggle. One that missed both Gladio's and Noctis’ ears.

Days passed. Some of the days passing infuriatingly slow and some of them so fast, that it felt like you had just gotten up from bed when you were already preparing to go to sleep. You had literally no idea what happened on those days.

Nyx had returned to work from his brief vacation and nothing would have made you happier than seeing him standing in guard in your chambers.

It was a great relief during those fleeting days, because no matter how many times your eyes met his, you felt like the whole world stopped from revolving.

For once in your life, you were bored. It was still an hour or so for the next object in your schedule, so you had time to sit down and… wait.

You took it as a chance to get a bit bolder around your guards. Normally you pretended that they didn't exist, as it made your life easier to not think about having eyes on you constantly. But now the situation was almost begging for a conversation.

“Do you have any hobbies?” you asked politely from everyone, even when your question was meant for Nyx. You barely knew anything about him — just his background and what was on need-to-know basis.

You wanted to know what was his favourite food or if he liked watching movies. You were curious to learn more about his history and most importantly: was he seeing anyone? You fiddled with the hem of your shirt, looking as innocent as ever.

Sadly, no one answered right away and for a moment you had thrown a chunk of hope out of the window. Maybe you had been too hopeful.

Nyx pondered whether he should answer. He had been ordered to not to communicate with you unless it was necessary. Casual chatting was forbidden — which seemed almost ludicrous.

“I tend to work out whenever I have free time, Your Highness,” Nyx answered finally, shattering the calm the glaives had been ordered to upkeep. He had decided to screw the rules for once, there was no harm in answering a simple question.

“Ulric, we aren’t supposed to have this kind of conversation with the princess,” one of the glaives scolded from a corner, eyes glinting in the dim room dangerously.

Nyx cocked a brow at the grumpy glaive, “so I should ignore a question the princess kindly asks?”

He could hear the displeased grunt coming from the glaive, while the other let out a quiet chuckle.

“No, please. I don’t mind talking to you,” you said, trying to sound carefree. You just wanted to know more about Nyx and there was nothing wrong with that. Whoever had come up with instructions on how to act around you deserved a slap and a reassignment.

“But the orders—”

“I give you an order,” you paused the protesting glaive with a warning glare and when you turned your head back to Nyx, you could see him enjoying the situation. He looked half-surprised and half-proud.

“I go out for walks with my friend and her dog whenever I can,” the other not-so-grumpy-glaive told.

“That sounds fun!” you beamed.

“Drinking with friends ain’t that bad either,” Nyx chuckled.

You were filled with wonder. Nyx had seen so much life compared to you. “Do you guys ever go to a drive-in and order food?” you suddenly asked.

“After a heavy night out only, Your Highness,” Nyx answered with an upward curl of his lip.

“Oh?” you gasped curiously, wondering if Nyx knew any good places. You had only escaped the wrath of Ignis a few times before with Noctis and Prompto. Everyone surely made a big deal of your diet.

Nyx flashed a knowing grin at the glaive who had been complaining and then he shifted his gaze back to you. “If you ever have a craving to get some greasy takeout food, just let me know and I’ll help you get there.”

You couldn’t help the burning sensation in your cheeks nor a relieved smile from spreading across your face. “That would be—”

“Your Highness,” hit your ears as soon as the door to your chambers opened. You flinched mildly and saw Ignis bowing down curtly at the doorway before continuing: “the King has requested for you.”

“Already?” you breathed.

Nyx couldn’t suppress the sudden uneasy feeling in his chest. It was like his heart had clenched just a bit.

Your eyes had frozen at Ignis and you swallowed. Questions and thoughts poked the back of your mind. It was quite unusual for the King to ask your presence out of the blue.

“Yes, he wishes to see you immediately.”

“Oh, okay,” you responded somewhat meekly and stood up from the comfortable couch you had been relaxing on previously. The glaive trio in your room stiffened as they prepared themselves to follow after you and Ignis.

You followed Ignis all the way to another level of the Citadel. It was a small meeting room you usually met your father and brother. A family meeting room as Gladio used to say.

This time you entered the room, but there was no sign of Noctis in there. Only the King and his shield stood on the opposite side with a concerned frown worn on their faces.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted with an attempt to sound eager — but couldn’t keep it steady and you ended up sounding worried and fragile.

You saw how worry passed through Regis’ gaze before he steeled himself again. You knew he was going to talk to you as the King of Lucis, not as your loving father. Clarus kept a blank stare, but you could see him gritting his teeth, because his jaw clenched from time to time.

The glaive company and Ignis was left behind the door as it closed after you.

“Y/N,” Regis spoke, pondering his words and choosing the right options carefully.

“Yes?”

“I cannot stop the council any longer, so we have arranged a date,” he said slowly.

“A date?”

The King sighed, dark circles underneath his pale eyes, looking tired as ever. “You are going on a date with Cassian Lacertus.”

Lacertus was an old family line, mostly consisting of officers and soldiers — even a few special agents under that noble family name. You would have probably ended up dating him a few years ago if he hadn’t had a girlfriend back then.

And how fitting would it be to date a princess? You sighed, knowing that it was something your father was forced to accept. Going on a date with a noble guy probably wouldn't mean anything. If it was up to you, he'd end up being discarded like a wet towel.

At least that’s how you planned it; you had no means to be together with a guy who did it for social reasons and not because he had a crush on you.

“So it’s happening now,” you exhaled — disappointment obvious in your tone.

Clarus bit his lip and lowered his gaze. He had always been kind to you and he seemed to be pained by the thought of you dating someone not worthy of you. The king did not respond. He just observed you in a calm manner.

“I-I thought…”

“Like I said, the council is very determined in this matter,” Regis said calmly. “You have been avoiding your duties long enough.”

Duties? What kind of duty is it to date someone I don’t even like? Or even marry? I...

Before you could utter another word, Regis stood up. “Things aren’t looking good on your behalf,” he said softly, like he was trying to apologize and he walked over to you to give a pat on your right shoulder. “They are even considering to announce an engagement between you two.”

The shoulder the King had touched, tensed. Your soulmate was watching over you — you knew it so.

You saw the sad kindness in his eyes. “Thank you, father,” you mumbled, feeling too numb to flash him a smile.

Why am I even thanking him?

He nodded curtly and exited the room, Clarus following him.

Somehow your knees felt weak. Your heart throbbed from sadness and you felt empty. Turning around to leave the room consumed a lot of your energy.

But you couldn't take another step before the realisation struck in.

“Are you alright?” you heard Ignis asking. He had entered the room after the King and his shield left.

You tried to respond, but only a hum escaped your dry throat.

Nyx and the two other glaives followed Ignis to the room. Nyx saw how void your gaze was and how you were squeezing your hands tightly — like you were holding onto something.

“Your Highness,” Nyx said. His heart made an anxious skip.

What is going on? Why is she so pale?

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You felt weak. So weak. First you saw the world like you normally did, but now it had turned bleary — like you were looking at it through a mosaic glass.

Nyx saw how limp your body suddenly turned and how your trembling, numb legs gave up. You were  falling for what felt like an eternity. He instantly dashed to embrace you — to stop you from collapsing and getting hurt.

His heart ached and pounded like mad. “Y/N!”

“Nyx…” you whispered — eyes fluttering. You felt how his arms wrapped around you and it cut the shroud of unconsciousness you were almost fell into. Your felt lightheaded, warm and complete.

Is he… holding me?

You saw him so clearly even through your half-hooded eyes. You felt the warmth of his body as he held you a few inches above the floor. You wanted to touch him — to be sure if he was real.  

“Y/N!” you heard Ignis shouting off somewhere. It must have been irrelevant, you thought. You were in Nyx’s arms and you wanted to be nowhere else.

Nyx couldn’t stop staring at you. He was afraid for a moment before he caught you — but now he felt complete. His soulmate mark had never been so content before as it was now.

She’s so beautiful… so innocent and pure.

He should have helped you up, but his mind was jammed from holding you like a flower — afraid to break you if he did something.

She really feels like the finest silk or the smoothest petal. Why am I feeling like this?

“Ulric!” one of the glaives raged at him. Pulling Nyx out of the dreamy world.

“Oh— right!” Nyx gasped and helped you up, “are you alright, Your Highness?” He felt abashed from his sudden loss of self-control. He was still on duty and there was no way that holding the princess like that for that long would look good.

You shook your head. “I think I need some rest…” your heart roared in your chest and your soulmate mark was on overdrive. It really made you see stars.

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Tattoos - Nyx Ulric

Had some fun with Nyx’s tattoos and character design here. The large cat I mention here was part of his actual character design, which I mention here, and is a really beautiful piece of concept art that was never actually used in the game/movie. I added a few tats for…research purposes. Hope you like it.

Tagging Nyx friends: @chocobopuffs @daemonchocobo  - and @opalandowl for the inspiration

xxx

Sitting back against the cracked leather booth of the worn out bar, Nyx sipped is warming beer. His head rested against the once white wall, which was now more of a dirty grey, and one arm was slung over the back of the booth. Crowe was seated beside him with enough room between them for Nyx’s knee to rest in the booth as well. Libertus was already maintaining a pretty good buzz and was rattling on about the love of his life he had apparently seen on his way out of the Citadel after his shift that day. Pelna was pretending to listen, but it was clear he was more focused on his phone than anything else.

“Are you just going to stare all night, or are you actually going to say something to her?” Crowe jabbed an elbow into his stomach playfully and jerked her head towards the bar. “Don’t tell me you’re scared, Hero.” She raised an eyebrow and laughed around her own beer as a few strands of her coffee-colored hair fell into her hazel eyes.

Pelna perked up, his dark eyes looking you over as you served up a round of shots to a loud group of probably college students. “Might have some competition,” he tilted his beer towards the bar just in time for one of the young men to make a rude gesture in your direction once you had turned your back.

Sighing, Nyx finished his drink before slamming the empty bottle down onto the chipped wooden table with considerable force. He managed to climb over Crowe without asking her to get up and landed gracefully in his heavy boots. “Is anyone listening?” Libertus whined before Nyx left his friends and made for the bar.

Your high-waisted, dark wash jeans might as well have been painted on and gave a perfect picture of your ass as you stretched onto your toes to fetch a bottle from the top shelf. Your long hair was swept up into bandana and your crop top allowed for a glimpse of the smooth skin just above the waistband of your jeans as you raised your arms. Nyx thought he caught a glimpse of a spiraling tattoo but you moved before he could focus on it. You had just brought the bottle down from the shelf when the young man that had made the rude gesture made a move to smack your ass over the bar.

Using his reflexes to his advantage, Nyx caught the would be offender’s arm and held it tightly enough to leave marks. “That’s not how you should treat a lady,” he spoke lowly and his blue eyes turned to icy steel as he clenched his jaw. The threat was clear in every part of his body as he glanced over at the rest of the group the kid had come into the bar with, almost begging one of them to make a move.

“Think you’d like to try that with me?” Crowe smirked and crossed her arms over her chest as she took up a position flanking Nyx. For her slender build, there wasn’t a Glaive alive that would willingly tango with the young woman once she had made up her mind.

Shuffling was heard before Pelna managed to get Libertus situated with his crutch against the bar. Although he was drunk, he was still a man of considerable size and the stone mask he slid into place over his flushed features was intimidating enough on its own. Pelna clapped Nyx on the shoulder, a teasing smile on his lips. “Can’t let you have all the fun now,” he turned to the young man still held in the Glaive’s grasp. “Do you need as escort out of the bar?”

Nyx loosened his grip enough to allow him to pull his arm free before he stumbled back a step. For all their show, the group of students dashed out of the bar pretty quickly before everyone turned their attention back to their drinks and their company.

“Could’ve handled myself,” you smiled as a you placed another round onto the counter in front of the four Glaives, “but I appreciate the help. This round’s on me.” You cracked the tops off each of the bottles before handing them out.

The others dispersed back to their claimed booth leaving Nyx in a barstool in front of you. You eyed him carefully, impressed by his rugged good looks and how well he could pull off the black leather pants and matching cotton shirt. Of course, you knew all about the Hero and the Glaives that frequented your little bar. However, you’d never spoken directly to Nyx Ulric, nor had you had the opportunity to observe him. The sides of his head had been recently shaved but his stubble made it clear he hadn’t bothered with his face. His eyes were crystal clear and glinted with something you thought might have been a mix of desire and mischief. What caught your eye the most, however, were the subtle tattoos that were placed on his skin to resemble birthmarks. Without thought, you looked at him and offered your name along with your outstretched hand.

“Nyx Ulric,” he smiled and he shocked you when he grasped your hand in his only to turn it over so that he could kiss your knuckles instead. “Nice to meet you.”

Laughing, you withdrew your hand and went back to tending the bar. Nyx, however, wouldn’t let that deter him and you found his smooth voice traveling down the bar to where you were. “Did I see a tattoo on your hip?” He questioned after several minutes of banter.

Rolling your eyes you motioned towards his cheek. “Looks like you’ve got your own,” you pointed out as you washed a glass.

Shooting you a wink as he tipped back his beer, he smirked. “More where that came from.”

You had taken that as an invitation in its own right. Your fingers tangled into the hemline of his shirt as Nyx kissed you roughly on his couch. The little teasing game the two of you had started had gone on for weeks. You knew he was hiding ink under his clothes and somehow finding them only made you more breathless as you ripped the shirt over his head. Your fingers immediately danced over the outline of Galahad that was placed just over his heart, loving that he shivered beneath your delicate touch. A tribal pattern traced over his collarbone and around his shoulder before ending just above his bicep. You ran your tongue over one of the twisting bands and he grunted before pushing you back.

“You’re turn,” he growled as he ripped your own shirt over your head. The skirt you’d picked out just to rile him up hung lowly on your hips and gave a much clearer view of your own marking. You let him trace a calloused finger over the vines and petals before standing up and shimmying the skirt down your legs. Standing in your underwear in front of him, he could see your own collection and made an appreciative grunt at the sight.

Nyx leaned forward, making a grab for you, but you danced just out of his reach with a giggle as you retreated towards his bedroom. Laughing, he followed close behind and once he turned to shut the door to his room, you caught the beautiful tattoo on the back of his shoulder. “Nyx,” you breathed in awe as you walked closer to study the work of art.

Easily the most beautiful piece you had ever seen, the tattoo took up his shoulder and part of his upper back. The image seemed to shimmer slightly with the white ink mixed amongst his tanned skin. Black and grey worked together to form the large coeurl-like feline that stared straight ahead. Something akin to horns seemed to grow from its cheeks and its blue eyes were strong and fierce. Before you could stop yourself, you traced a finger along the outline of its face.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed with a smile.

Spinning around, Nyx caught your wrist, placing a kiss against your palm. “Thank you. It’s…very special to me.”

“What is it?”

Chuckling, Nyx led you over to the bed and pulled you down beside him. “It’s a feline species only seen on Galahad. They’re fierce creatures - incredible hunters, very loyal to those that earn their trust, and quite deadly if you cross their path.”

As you traced a finger absentmindedly over the ink, you sucked in a quick breath as realization dawned on you. “Your uniform. It’s based on this?” You had seen the patch of fur on the sleeve of Nyx’s uniform and you knew it wasn’t part of the standard issue appearance. He also wore the horned hood and you thought the intricate metalwork may have been meant to resemble the face of the cat.

“It is,” he confessed with a grin.

Somehow, it suited him. The wildness and strength of this obviously large predator seemed to resonate with the soul of the intoxicating man half-naked beneath your fingers. As he looked up at you where you sat beside him, you couldn’t help comparing his strong, bright blue eyes with those tattooed on his shoulder.

Still lost in your thoughts, you were shocked when Nyx pounced on you, pinning you playfully to the bed with a lighthearted chuckle. “Weren’t we in the middle of something?” He laughed before stealing a quick kiss, his fingers going back to tracing the ink over your hip.

“I guess I’m your prey?” You couldn’t help giggling as he rubbed his stubble against your face similar to how a cat might nuzzle its head to show affection. He was clearly having fun with your comparison.

Laughing at the gasp he earned after nipping at your neck, Nyx sat back with you still pinned beneath him. “I’ve had you in my sights for a while.” His mouth descended upon yours in a searing kiss that had you all but surrendering in his arms.

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FFXV Kingsglaive Drabble: Libertus Ostium x Fem!Reader - Celebrations

A/N: A request I wrote for @yoko2634​ during one of my writing streams. Who’d asked for Libertus and Fem!Reader and a proposal, but my muse was like -- Nah, let’s do the post-proposal shenanigans cause yes... 

Characters: Libertus x Fem!Reader, Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Pelna Khara Warnings: Alcohol use/Drinking Word Count: 904 Summary: Libertus is confused. He can’t remember exactly why everyone is celebrating and cheering but there’s something off about it. Specially when he sees others hugging you, and congratulating you for... something. No. He doesn’t like just how close they are to you...and if Nyx wasn’t at his side, he’d probably do something about it!

Celebrations. 

They were few and far between in the slums of Insomnia, but when they did happen, the glaves always threw the biggest of parties. And this was no exception, especially when it involved one of their own. Nyx couldn’t help but smirk at you, as you were enveloped in a laughing hug by Pelna, a kiss placed on your cheek that you blushed over, and he had to gently grab Libertus’ arm next to him, to prevent him from storming over and giving Pelna a talking to.

“Hey, just stay here a minute…”

Libertus huffed. “How bout I do that later and go talk to him now instead?”

Nyx laughed at that. “What? So you can go over there and punch our healer in the face? How bout no, and you just stay right here, and take another sip of your drink instead.” 

Libertus started to pout at him but did as he was told as he looked over at you. Your smile was so bright, your laughter filled the room and all he could see or hear was you, till one of the other glaves swooped you into another hug and he felt his temper rise. He wasn’t sure exactly why he was so jealous everytime it happened. 

They were celebrating weren’t they? 

Though, he couldn’t remember really through the haze of the alcohol just what they were celebrating to begin with. 

“Libs, hey!” Crowe waved her hand in front of his face then laughed when he finally looked down at her. “There he is.”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean ‘huh’? What kind of answer is that!?” Crowe laughed as she pushed on his shoulder, then immediately had to step forward to grasp his arm to prevent him from falling over. Nyx was laughing hysterically next to him. 

“Gods, you really are not able to handle your liquor. Are you?”

“Shut up. I’m fine..” Libertus huffed with a bit of a slur to his words. “Besides, I think I’d rather be drunk then realize that she’s over there...getting hugged on and what not.”

Nyx looked confused for a half a second before he started to smirk. “You uh, do know why that’s happening right?”

Libertus huffed then took another sip of his drink before looking up at his best friend. “...sure I do.”

“Okay then. Why?”

Huffing into his glass Libertus tilted it back to take another sip only to make a noise of complaint when it suddenly went missing from his hand. “Hey!”

“You didn’t answer him,” Crowe said with a laugh as she moved her arm away from him, holding his glass out of reach, only to giggle again as she moved further away. “No. Tell him why we’re celebrating already and I’ll give it back.”

“Cause!”

“That’s not an answer,” Crowe laughed as she took a step back from him, closer to you. “C’mon Libby! Tell me already why we’re here!”

“I...I--I think--”

“You think?” Nyx chimed in, gently slinging his arm around Libertus’ shoulders as he smirked at you, bringing Libertus closer. “Wow, could have fooled me.”

“Shut up, Nyx.” Libertus huffed as he ran a hand down his face, then reached out for his drink again. “Give that to me already Crowe!”

“Nope! Gotta tell me why first!”

Libertus growled softly and shrugged Nyx’s arm off his shoulders, only to grasp Crowe’s arm and try to pull her close but instead she yanked her arm the opposite direction and he stumbled forward, right into you. He blinked at you, slowly, the alcohol making him slow to realize what he’d done, only to feel his breath catch when you laughed, and smiled at him.

You placed your hands to his shoulders to gently push him back a little, keeping him upright. “You alright?”

“Y-Yeah, m’fine…” Libertus slurred a little as he looked down at the floor. “Sorry…”

Shaking your head you stepped closer to him, your hands sliding down to his chest. “It’s alright, I’m glad you’re celebrating so much.”

Nyx laughed as he gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders, then smirked as Libertus outright glared at him. “Ask her why we’re celebrating so much Libs.”

You blinked up at Nyx feeling a little confused by that question before you turned your head back to Libertus, and you watched him shuffle back and forth on his feet a little. “Libertus?”

“I don’t…I... Why are we celebratin’?” 

“I’m getting married.” you said proudly.

“Married?!” Libertus’ head shot up as he looked at you in complete shock. “To whom?!”

You couldn’t help but smile brightly at him. “You, of course.”

Nyx burst out laughing at the look on Libertus’ face. Crowe looked at the glass she’d taken from Libertus and brought it to her nose to sniff it, then made a face. 

“Gods what in the hell is in this glass?”

“I’m getting married? To-To you?” Libertus gently cupped your face in his hands, thumbs petting your cheeks gently. “Really? No foolin’?”

Laughing softly you gently placed your hands over his. “Yes, to you.” and you laughed again when he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

“I love you…” Libertus said with a smile as tears filled his eyes. “So so much.”

“Nyx, do me a favor please?” you turned your eyes to him with a grin. “Please don’t let him drink anything else this evening.”

“You got it Princess.”

[andywinter16]

There's such little Pelna content, it drives me mad! Where' Pelna Khara x reader, any headcanons for him? I was lucky that i found some, but you can count them on fingers of one hand. (I re-read them so often that I can probably recite them on a spot)

My sunshine boy needs love and hugs!

[florets-in-the-sky]

Masterlist

Noctis Lucis Caelum: 

Noctis Romantic Headcanons

{Fluff} I Like Me Better When

Prompto Argentum: 

Prompto Romantic Headcanons

{Angsty fluff?} Lose My Head

Ignis Scientia: 

Ignis Romantic Headcanons

Gladiolus Amicitia: 

Gladiolus Romantic Headcanons

Nyx Ulric

Nyx Romantic Headcanons

Luche Lazarus

Luche Romantic Headcanons

Tredd Furia

Tredd Romantic Headcanons

Pelna Khara

Pelna Romantic Headcanons

Songfics Series:

{Fluff} Galaxies (Prompto Argentum)

{Angst} Home (Noctis Lucis Caelum)

{Fluff} Started With a Romance Novel (Gladiolus Amicitia)

{Fluff} Enchanting (Ignis Scientia)

{Fluff} Beauty (Nyx Ulric)

{Angst} Easier (Luche Lazarus)

{Angst} Bet (Titus Drautos)

{Angst} Layers (Tredd Furia)

{Angst} Not About Angels (Pelna Khara)

{Fluff} Meetings (Cor Leonis)

Random Headcanons Series:

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Ignis Scientia

Gladiolus Amicitia

Nyx Ulric

Libertus Ostium

Crowe Altius

Pelna Khara

Luche Lazarus

Tredd Furia

Titus Drautos

Cor Leonis

Aesthetics:

Prompto Argentum

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Gladiolus Amicitia

Ignis Scientia

Crowe Altius

Tredd Furia

Nyx Ulric

Lunafreya Nox Flueret

Aranea Highwind

Cindy Aurum

[nothing-but-dreamy]

REGRET

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.416

Warnings: hurt - comfort; some small cursing

Summary: Nyx dates you for you eight months and everything seems good. At least, you think that. Therefore, you're shocked as Nyx breaks up with you.

Nyx broke up with you because of reasons but ... was it really the right decision? And might his friends be helpful to knock some sense into Nyx?

Nyx watched how you danced through the kitchen. Soft music was playing from hidden loudspeakers. With a low voice, you hummed along while preparing two cups of hot chocolate. For eight months, Nyx dated you. You were pure joy, the kindest person Nyx had ever met. You cared for him in a beautiful way. You gave him the feeling to be something special. To be valuable. There was no time you weren't there for him. You had been able to soothe the pain he was carrying in a loving, self-less way.

"We have to stop this.", Nyx said low but serious and almost feared you hadn't heard him as you didn't react.

But you had heard him. Frowning, you turned over to the man who stood in the middle of your apartment, "We have to stop- what?", you asked, confused even if you already had an odd feeling spreading through your body as you saw Nyx' serious expression.

"This. Between us. I can't do this anymore- well... I could but I don't want it anymore.", Nyx said while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Y-you wanna break up with me?", you considered that it might be some cruel kind of a joke but the longer Nyx stayed silent, the less funny it became, "Nyx? You scare me. What is going on?", you asked, stepping forward, reaching for him.

But Nyx stepped back, drawing his brows together, "I told you what is going on. I'm leaving you. Now. We… Sure, we had some fun together but… it's not enough. You are not enough for me."

Your blood ran cold by his emotionless voice. The soft blue eyes you loved so much resembled more sharp diamonds, "I- I don't understand. Nyx, where does this come from? Have I done something wrong?"

"No. I mean, yes! It's not one thing you have done. It's everything you do. To be with you gives me nothing. I'm bored having you around.", he continued his merciless honesty.

Tears were brimming in your eyes, almost spilling out of them, "No… you can't mean that.", you whispered helplessly, feeling your heart breaking into tiny pieces while a voice told you that his words were just lies. Even the way Nyx looked at you, told you that there was more than he said. He wasn't telling the truth but you had no idea why he tried to hurt you then, "Tell me the truth. What is really going on?", you asked.

Nyx stared at you, blinking several times because he couldn't believe what he heard, "Damn, I had no idea how stupid you are! I told you what is going on. I'm leaving you. I don't have to explain anything. Don't call me or stuff like this. Just … forget me.", he said, grabbing his jacket and leaving your apartment without looking back for one second.

You stared at the closed door, motionless. Just one single, hot tear was escaping your eyes, rolling down your cheek, leaving behind a trail of sadness on your skin.

***

Three days had passed since the last time Nyx had seen you. Three days since all the things he had said to you. You, the most precious and important miracle that ever happened to him. You, whose eyes would forever haunt him. Day and night. His nightmares were nothing compared to the shock and the sadness he had seen in your face because of the words he had chosen to hurt you.

Nyx was awake for seventy-two hours straight. Trying to drown his guilt and sorrow with alcohol but no matter how much he drank, Nyx couldn't get your tears-filled eyes out of his mind. Or the way you had tried to reach out for him. The TV blurted some nonsense. It was nothing more than background noise. He couldn't focus on anything around him because you always came back to his mind.

Therefore, Nyx needed several minutes to realize that the dull knocking sound came from his own door. Slightly swaying, Nyx crossed his small, one room apartment to answer the door. He already expected to see you. That, even if he had said you should stay away from him, you would ignore him. Somehow, Nyx hoped you had come to see him.

But instead, Crowe and Libertus stood in front of a tired looking Nyx. His hair was tousled and all in all, he looked miserable, "Wow… you look…", Libertus said, searching for the right words.

But Crowe was faster. She pushed past Libertus, "You look like shit.", she said. As she spotted all the empty bottles, she added: "And you smell horrible."

Nyx crossed his arms over his chest, "Are you done with insulting me?", he said, turning around to let himself fall into his armchair.

With a stern expression, Crowe followed Nyx while Libertus opened a window for some fresh air before he looked at his best friend, "Spit it out. What is going on?"

"YN left me. That's going on. I'm just trying to deal with this. Problem?", Nyx hissed and glared at his two friends.

Crowe frowned, looking skeptical, "YN... left you…", she asked doubtfully, "And when?"

"What day is it?", Nyx asked, noticing that he had kinda lost track of time.

"Friday.", Libertus answered serious.

"Oh, then three days ago or so-"

"Or so? Nyx!"

"What?", Nyx snapped, looking at Crowe with gleaming eyes, "They left me, ok? They said they couldn't do this anymore with me being a Glaive. And I don't blame them.", he said angrily while taking the next bottle of booze, "And now, if you don't wanna drink with me, I would be thankful if you two leave me alone."

Crowe and Libertus waited a moment but they saw that there was no way to discuss anything with him. So, they left Nyx alone with his self-destructive behavior. At least, for a little while.

On the street, Crowe stemmed her fists into her sides, "You believe what he said? That YN left him?", she asked Libertus.

He shook his head, "Not for one second."

***

But no matter how often one of his friends asked, Nyx stuck to his story: you had left him after eight months because the life with a Glaive wasn't what you wanted. You wanted more. You needed more stability and mostly, you didn't want a life where you always feared for Nyx' life.

So, one day, Crowe and Libertus walked to Nyx who was busy polishing his Kukris while looking tired like every day during the past two weeks.

Nyx noticed the two well-known shadows towering above him, "What is it now?", he asked, annoyed, without looking up.

"We watched you long enough and this has to end!", Crowe said.

Nyx was about to answer but the siren interrupted him and the others. A new attack by Niflheim troops killed this unwanted conversation before it even started.

*

While getting ready for action, Crowe watched Nyx. From the outside, he seemed to be composed and calm, dressing his combat clothes and putting his Kukris into the right spots but she knew the difference. She saw his wild eyes that told her that some kind of storm was raging inside of him. She just wasn't sure how this storm could break through: if Nyx would just let off some steam or if he would do something stupid.

Slowly, she walked over to Libertus and Pelna, "Hey, guys, do me a favor when we're on the battlefield. Look out for Nyx."

Pelna frowned, "You think he's not ready to fight?"

"Oh, trust me. Nyx will fight. I just fear he could do something stupid."

*

And somehow, Crowe should have been right with her assumption. While she was busy with the other female Glaives to create a thunderstorm to destroy some of the Niflheim ships, Libertus was fighting on the ground against upcoming waves of demons. Pelna fought on his right side while Nyx on his left.

It was a hell of a battle and everyone was busy but at the same time, Libertus kept an eye on Nyx as he had promised. But as Libertus checked Nyx' position once again, his friend was gone. Quickly, Libertus called Pelna over to him and together, they searched for Nyx.

"Over there! Is he suicidal or what?", Pelna asked as he watched how Nyx tried to fight against a bunch of ass-kicking demons at the same time. One demon aimed for Nyx without his knowledge and both, Pelna and Libertus, feared the worst.

"We have to do something. He has to get out of there or he will get killed!", Libertus called out over the ear-piercing sound of an explosion some distance away.

"I will warp me to him, help him to fight.", Pelna said, threw his knife to Nyx' position and fought against the last few remaining demons.

As the field was clear, Libertus ran over to Nyx, grabbing him by his uniform jacket to push him against the next half broken wall, "Stop this shit!"

"What? Doing my job?", Nyx hissed, pushing Libertus away from him with a glaring expression.

Libertus kept Nyx' glance, "No! You try to get killed! Since you left YN, you're more reckless than ever before."

"I told you YN left me!", Nyx called out, ignoring the next explosion which covered everyone in dust and debris.

Libertus stepped forward, towering above his childhood friend, "You weren't really thinking that I believed that for one second, right? Crowe neither. YN would never leave you like that! Unlike you, they are sure how they feel for you. YN already loves you too much to leave you! And that's why you left them with some flimsy excuses, am I right? Because you’re too scared to admit your feelings you have for them.", Libertus hissed angrily.

Nyx' eyes flickered back and forth between Libertus' eyes. He swallowed thickly before he tried it again, "N-no… YN... They said they couldn't do this anymore-"

For a quick moment, Libertus lost his temper and punched Nyx right in the face so Nyx' head snapped to the side before Libertus grabbed Nyx by his collar again, "Don't lie to me ever again! YN spoke with me. They told me what you have said to them! And you know what? They weren't even crying because they knew that everything was just a lie! YN knew that you did it to push them away from you!"

Nyx felt how the guilt was back in charge about what he had done to you. There was no excuse in this world that would ever be enough for what he had said, "But I... I...", he whispered weakly.

Libertus let go of Nyx, staring at him with a stone cold expression, "We will end this damn mission! Alive! All of us! And then, you apologize and go back to YN!"

***

It was raining for hours and you were just making a cup of hot, delicious chocolate as someone knocked. As you opened the door, curious who it would be for such an hour, a dripping wet Nyx stood in front of you, looking like a kicked puppy with his long hair clutching to his face.

He still wore his Glaive battle uniform, coming straight from a mission. Libertus and Crowe had made sure that he went to you. He still had dirt and dust in his face, a few scratches were crossing his skin while the rain water was dripping onto the floor of the hallway. His eyes were red-rimmed and all in all, he looked more tired and worn out than you had ever seen him before.

Nyx' heart hammered in his chest as he saw your eyes holding a caring glance while you looked at him patiently, "I- I'm sorry-", he breathed, shaking with coldness and a tear filled voice. He wanted to say more. He wanted to apologize for everything but he got cut off as you just pulled him to you for a strong embrace with your arms firmly snaking around his neck.

Nyx immediately snuggled into the crook of your neck with his nose, shaken by sobs while inhaling your warm, familiar scent. Your body heat enclosed him and within one second, he felt back home again. The emptiness and darkness he had felt during the last days slowly vanished and got filled with warmth.

"Welcome home, hero.", you breathed lovely, raking your fingers through his soaked hair to soothe him.

"I don't deserve you.", he breathed against your skin, embracing you even stronger, clinging to you desperately in fear you could disappear.

"Well, maybe you're right... maybe you're wrong. But ... it doesn't matter. I just want you, Nyx.", you answered honestly.

Nyx leant back, slowly cupping your face with his shaking, cold hands to stare into your eyes he had missed so much, "But why? Just why? I'm a mess. I could die so easily and I don't wanna put you through this pain because you would miss me... So, why god damnit do you want me?"

You nudged Nyx' nose with your own, "Because you're wonderful. Nyx, I saw your real you. How caring you are. How lovely you can be. You're so soft and sweet to me. You're perfect. Even without admitting it, you love me so much and I try to give you as much as I can back because you deserve it."

"And still, I tried to push you away...", he whispered, devastated about what he had done to you, about all the cruel things he had said.

"Yes, and you know, I understand why you did it. But, trust me, I would rather live a life in pain because I have lost you than to live one minute without having you in my life at all.", you swore solemnly.

Nyx couldn't stop the tears from running down his cheeks, "I'm so, so sorry.", he whispered and kissed you desperately because of the loyalty and unconditional love you showed him when he didn't even deserved it but when needed it the most.

You broke the kiss after the first sensation to have him back again. With closed eyes, you were slightly swooning and with a soft smile on your lips you said: "Come in. You have to get out of these wet clothes before you get sick. I also made some hot chocolate that will warm you up.", and with these words, you brought Nyx softly back into your apartment and into your life where he belonged.

[creative-frequency]

Drabbles Masterlist

#noctober / Series of positive, individual drabbles!

Noctis x Reader: “Just come here.” Noctis x Reader: “I didn’t mean that.” Noctis x Reader: “Give me anime or give me death!” Noctis x Reader: Someone Hear Me Noctis x Reader: “Stop biting that fucking lip.” Noctis x Reader: FWB Noctis x Reader: If I had one wish

King!Noctis x Reader: “Why did you say ‘daddy’--”

Prompto x Reader: Christmas Drabble Prompto x Reader: Banana suit Prompto x Reader: “Why are you sleeping?” Prompto x Fem!Reader: “I forgot how to breathe.” Prompto x Reader: Since We Were Kids Prompto x Reader: Happy Banana Day Prompto x Reader: Holiday Decorations

Ignis x Reader: Christmas Drabble One | Two Ignis x Reader: Duck Ignis x Reader: “Is that my shirt?” Ignis x Reader: Man-child Ignis x Reader: 4am Ignis x Reader: “Please don’t cry.” Ignis x Reader: Since We Were Kids Ignis x Reader: Cute Ignis x Reader: OMG Your Eyes Ignis x OC (Honoria Curatrix): Pie Ignis x OC (Honoria Curatrix): “SO... You think I’m hot?” Ignis x Reader: “F-fuck.” Ignis x Reader: Prize

Gladio x Reader: “Ow, my ass.” Gladio x Reader: “Just talk to me.” Gladio x OC (Lianna Lucis Caelum): Pretty Hands

Ardyn x Reader: Christmas Drabble Ardyn x Reader: “Just a bit more-” Ardyn x Reader: “F-fuck.” Ardyn x Reader: Duck Ardyn x Reader: A Problem Ardyn x Reader: Yell, scream Ardyn x Reader: Cake Ardyn x Reader: “Please don’t cry.” Ardyn x Reader: 4am Ardyn x Reader: You Need a Hug Ardyn x Reader: Onions Ardyn x Reader: “Bite me.” Ardyn x Reader: A Sip Before a Bite Ardyn x Reader: “I’m pregnant.” Ardyn x Reader: “I hate how much I love you.” Ardyn x Reader: “I hate how much I love you.” - reversed Ardyn x Reader: “What’s my prize?” Ardyn x Reader: Uninvited Guest Ardyn x Reader: Hiding Ardyn x Reader: Hot Octomer!Ardyn x Fem!Reader: Filthy Squid Ardyn x Reader: “All I want is you--” Ardyn x Reader: “Who cares if they saw?” Ardyn x Reader: “Is that my shirt?” Ardyn x Reader: “I’m in love with you--” Ardyn x Reader: We Used To Be Something More

Ravus x OC (Selene Lucis Caelum): Christmas Drabble Ravus x OC (Selene Lucis Caelum): In a Party Ravus x Reader: The Librarian’s Assistant Ravus x Reader: “I would’ve stayed--” Ravus x Reader: Confusion Ravus x Fem!Reader: “I’m pregnant.” Ravus x Reader: Ravus can take care of himself Ravus x Reader: “What if I say no?” Ravus x Reader: “Would you be able to be happy with me?”

Luna x Reader: Blessed

Nyx x Reader: “Your mom texted to tell me--” Nyx x Reader: Birthday Drabble Nyx x Reader: Since We Were Kids Nyx x Reader: “Stay with me.” Nyx x Reader: Scars Nyx x Reader: Nothing To See Here Nyx x Reader: “I missed you.” Nyx x OC (Raihana Alsayf): Brooding Nyx: Just Breathe Nyx x Reader: “You were sick 5 minutes ago.”

Luche x Fem!Reader: “But that was my best pickup line!” Luche x Reader: “It’s 2 a.m.” Luche x Reader: “I hate how much I love you.”

Tredd x Reader: “Make me.” Tredd x Reader: “Did I interrupt something?” Tredd x Fem!Reader: “I can’t find my pants.”

Pelna x Reader: You Need a Hug

Loqi x Reader: Arguments

Kenny Crow x Reader: Lost Nose

Eve Leonis: “You haven’t had the ultimate flavor experience?! Eve Leonis: Phoenix Down Eve Leonis: Broken Vehicle Eve Leonis x Noctis Lucis Caelum: Dance Lessons Eve Leonis x Noctis Lucis Caelum: Helping Hand Eve Leonis x Nyx Ulric: I Can Feel Your Ghost

FFXV Writing Masterlist

[leafshining]

Cycle (Tredd Furia x Reader)

Is this self-indulgent? Hell yeah. Is it any good? Probably not, but I’m still proud of it.

Someone with pride and someone with reticence aren’t supposed to get along.

Tredd Furia, that one person you always got caught up in an endless cycle with. Five years old and Tredd spent the next three years pushing you off swings, intentionally making you trip, stealing snacks, the usual mean kid on the playground and had his regular group of delinquents with Luche Lazarus sitting at the top. Pelna Khara was probably the nicest out of them, he was the only one who stayed behind to make sure you were n’t hurt or crying.

All three years in junior high you were stuck with Tredd, he was always there. He pestered you on notes and homework he didn’t do, annoying you to death with charms leading you to ultimately let him copy your work. When high school rolled around, you were absolutely ready to throw in the damn towel of being around Tredd, but nope, turns out he was at the same school, teacher advisory group, and even in some classes. It even lead to many peers speculating you were his girlfriend or at least one of his fuck toys. Of course, you denied, but it didn’t really improve the situation when Tredd said nothing.

Tredd Furia and you were always caught in an endless cycle.

But during the ending days of high school, Tredd would be absent and apparently, he was writing diplomas from home. Was that even possible? But you were ecstatic that you didn’t have to see his shit-eating grin, the cycle was broken, done, dead.

Unfortunately, that was the fate of your home: broken, done, dead.

They came in without warning, red lights, blaring noises, people running, bullets piercing people. All you could do was run and flee. Fleeing all the way into the heart of the Crown City. Somehow, you made it into becoming one of the esteemed guards of Lucis, the Kingsglaive. There, you reveled in the use of white magic, learning how to dispel daemons and healing wounds.

When you entered the briefing room along with a few other recruits, your heart leaped for joy at the sight of Pelna and Luche. But you were mesmerized for a moment when you saw Tredd, you really wanted to say something nicer, but it was truly his scar that caught your eye. He flashed a snarky grin and you turned away, feeling like you were thrown in the whole mass of awkward like high school. Thankfully, you didn’t have to spend much time with them because Glaive duty was being dismissed early.

So you decided to take a load off at a common bar you heard the glaives talk about. The Galahdian trio, Pelna, and Luche.

“Never thought we’d see you as a soldier, (First name).” Pelna snickered.

“Oh? The last time I remember, I beat your brother’s ass back home.” (First name) sipped her drink.

“High school sweethearts?” Libertus suggested.

“Ew.”

“Hey! (First name), that’s mean!”

The table erupted in laughter, it had been a while since you felt the safe security that family could offer. That was until a certain someone decided to come over. Tredd Furia had come to make himself known around the table, he was welcomed and kept conversation sparking.

“Hey, Pelna,” Tredd asked.

“Yeah what?” He replied.

“I thought high school sweethearts was mine and (First name’s), don’t go in and steal what ain’t even yours.” Tredd flashed a smirk to Pelna who in turn held up his hands and you raised an eyebrow at the idiot called Tredd Furia.

“Past locker room banter from high school and alcohol is getting to you, Tredd.” You huffed and looked away with uninterest.

“But you weren’t denying anything, hmm?” His chest was puffed with pride. Eyes resembling much of a hawk’s ready to swoop in for a kill.

Now, keep in mind it was 1 a.m and you had a good amount of alcohol in your system. At this point, solid, well thought out, reasonable judgment was a hit or miss at this point. You just wanted Tredd off your back so why not offer him your butt?

“Okay then, who’s place?”

“What?” Libertus gawked.

“What?” Crowe and Nyx said in unison.

“What?!” Pelna screamed.

Luche’s only response was a shrug and raised his drink to his lips.

A carnal smirk appeared on Tredd’s face, eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas Day. One hand wandered to your thigh and caressed it with obvious intent.

“Oh wow, never took you as a bad girl, (First name). Think you can handle all of this?”

You huffed “Think you can impress all of this?”

A moment’s victory was celebrated when Tredd blinked wildly, then recomposing himself. But it didn’t stop the whole table when they “oohed” and “aahed” rambunctiously at your response, even Yamachang clapping his hands behind the grill at your sudden boldness to the cockiest glaive.

“Alright, I’ll hand it that you can sass me better than Crowe, but I’ll get you back.” Tredd grinned as he sat up.

That night was a wrestle, the cocky idiot grabbing your wrists and forcing a heated kiss out of you as soon as you were thrown onto his bed. He knew where to push your buttons and how. After all, he was the king of manwhoring. The two of you rolled about, tangling in each other to see who could leave the most hickeys. But you had to admit, Tredd was skilled in all areas, bringing your body to absolute oversensitivity.

This relationship of being friends with benefits continued for a long while, in an endless, lust-filled cycle.

You were in his apartment again, after a rather dangerous mission, having you nearly die and Tredd just managing to make it in time. Sex was...different, not that it was dull, sex with Tredd was never dull. He made efforts in buying toys to up the game, while you would dress up in “interesting” lingerie to please him.

This relationship had become both of your drugs, it was addicting, and had all the benefits being played out. This cycle had become an insatiable need that could only be temporarily be relieved through each other.

So why was his touch different? Why did he choose to swallow his prideful quips? Why did he choose to be so...tender?

“Are you alright?” You whispered softly, cupping his cheek without the running scar down his face. You had learned that he didn’t outright hate that scar, but he showed dislike to you ghosting your fingers over it.

He took a deep breath “What have you fucking done?”

You blinked up at him, not knowing what those words meant. He looked away and slapped a hand over his eyes and began to laugh almost mournfully “What have you fucking done to me?”

“I don’t think I follow-”

He forced a kiss and you hesitated in surprise before kissing back. You could feel it, he was really trying to be rough. How he bit your lip, his tongue pushing yours back.

But it wasn’t enough. The two of you knew each other’s bodies, knew what the other could do, knew what the other was capable of. You both knew each other. Soon it was a kiss you never thought you would ever receive from this absolutely, idiotic, incorrigible...guy. It was like a couple kissing in the rain, or a couple at an airport, or a couple at the climax of prom night.

“Tredd…” You breathlessly called after jerking away for air.

He looked at you with lazy eyes, you were settled on his hips and he reached out to play with your hair. So you nestled on his scarred chest, humming in the crook of his neck. Perhaps after dealing with him for so long, you just seemed to adjust to his weird behaviour.

“I can’t believe you reduced me to this. Getting me all worked up about you, freaking me the fuck out with your stupid stunts.” He snorted.

You giggled and looked up at him “...Thanks, Tredd, it means a lot.”

You leaned in to enjoy another tender kiss with him, and you could feel that smirk form on his face. Without any thought you cupped his face out of the sudden rush of joy, but when his stiffened you jerked back to see his shocked face.

“I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to touch. I’m sorry!” You squawked while squishing your eyes shut.

But to your surprise, he grabbed your hand and placed it on the paled skin, it resembled a lightning strike much like the magic he fancied. You traced it slowly with your thumb and pressed your face close to his.

“...It happened when those damn Nifs came. Luche was with me, saw me turn around like an idiot and all we had was our survival knives. You had no idea how much I wanted to fucking fight, but turning around was got me screaming bloody murder. The MT shot it’s grapple hook, then my side. Luche...that bastard dragged me all the way.”

He was shaking his head, looking in different directions, making random hand gestures, blinking profusely. For once, the Tredd Furia that you had known for all your life had become different.

“Why me? You’re telling the nobody, the goody-two-shoes, the girl who got walked all over. You’re telling me all of this...bullshit that you never fucking deserved. How come?” You asked while looking him dead in the eye.

Tredd met your intense gaze and laughed “Probably because I’m the son of a bitch that walked all over you in the first place.”

“I couldn’t stand you. You were a real dick.”

He laughed like a teenager, throwing his head back and his voice cracking. He lunged forth and rolled around with you in the sheets. His kissed you again.

“A cycle of love and hate hmm? Let’s change that.”

That cycle that had gone on forever, had changed forever. The endlessness was finally gone. Tredd Furia was still a dick to most of his Glaive comrades but left you alone. Other days, you would intentionally seek him out and spend your duties by his side. The news wasn’t a secret to most of the Glaive after a month, but they preferred to watch on with tiny smiles. Pelna and Luche occasionally sharing fist bumps from time to time while looking Tredd dead in the eye, while you pretended not to notice. The cycle had broken, done, dead.

Just like Insomnia when the imperial army attacked, just like your home.

Just like Tredd: broken, done, dead.

All you could do was stand over his corpse with a plain face, not knowing why tears weren’t prickling. The man who was the cause of your cycle was a done corpse. You thought back to that night where he wore his heart on his sleeve, perhaps that was not where your cycle ended. A turmoil of indescribable emotion was reeling inside your chest the more you stared.

You were still alive and feeling. Tredd was dead, in the land where you could never reach from where you were.

And that's how your’s and Tredd’s cycle abruptly came to a permanent stop.

[lucianhuntress]

Nyx x Reader - A Present

A late Christmas-y/Holiday-ish drabble I made for the awesome discord crew! I would link the prompt list into this, but apparently it has disappeared while I was doing my thing. Also sorry for taking my time with these!

This weak attempt to write Nyx is for @bleucommelhiver! 

Honestly, you are an awesome person with the skills to make someone definitely not me write about nyx dyx. I love cackling, scheming and gently teasing @glaive-eve with you and I am glad to have met you through #brainfarts <3 

Sorry, I am bad with this kind of stuff. I don’t normally write this kind of cute, lovely praising thingies.

The prompt for this fic was “Ho ho ho, bitch.” Nyx x reader as the pairing. Yay, hopefully this is good enough as I don’t write about Nyx that much! I rewrote it like 3 times and I still feel slightly insecure about it, but I TRIED OKAY?

The headquarters of the Kingsglaive rarely got affected by any events happening outside its walls. But now when Insomnia had gained a light white coat of snow and Christmas was approaching, even the glaives decided to cheer up the foul atmosphere that had been lingering in every corner for the past year or so.

You were sitting on a bench at the courtyard of the headquarters — next to Nyx, like you always did. Nyx kept admiring the slowly falling snowflakes and you couldn't refrain yourself from stealing glances at him. He just looked amazing in his dark kingsglaive coat while the powder snow piled up on his shoulders.

Steadily approaching commotion made you both snap from the peaceful still you both had fallen into. For some reason you didn’t feel surprised to see Tredd, Luche, Sonitus and Pelna heading towards your usual spot.

“What’s up you two?” Tredd asked and winked slyly at you, leaving no questions with his demeanor.

“Nothing much,” you decided to answer before Nyx could. He just shifted his gaze from Tredd to you and for a moment you thought you had seen a flare light up in his sky blue eyes.

“I’ve got you a Christmas present, Y/N,” Pelna said softly, his eyes sparkling innocently. Tredd groaned and Luche let out a cold half-chuckle.

“O-okay…” was all you managed to answer before Tredd took a step closer to you.

“You can only imagine what Tredd has prepared for you,” his lips had curled up smugly and you could see the mischief playing in his eyes. There was no doubt what he wanted to ‘gift’ to you. “Have you gotten her anything, Nyx?”

Nyx chuckled and stood up. “Aren’t I a gift to the world already?” The sarcastic tone he used against Tredd made a joyful feeling bubble in your chest. Tredd rolled his eyes and Pelna did his best as he hid his howling laughter from the rest of the group.

You decided to stand up too; the bench was getting cold without Nyx anyway.

“Make sure you make her happy this Christmas!” Tredd snarled. You felt your cheeks heating up in the cool winter air and Tredd’s words puzzled you even more.

What was he talking about?

It wasn’t like you and Nyx were together anyway he had no obligations to make your holiday happy.

You just happened to be good friends with Nyx and of course there were excited sparks in the air whenever you were alone with him… but it was just pure friendship. And maybe knowing how kind and loyal he was, not to mention his looks, made you feel all hot and bothered at times.

“Ho ho ho!” Nyx shouted after them. “Bitches,” he added with quiet mutter so no one else could hear it, but the joyful giggle you let escape your mouth made him smirk mildly. Pelna had hesitated for a moment as he obviously wanted to stay and talk with you. Fortunately, duty called.

“Don’t tell me you have actually gotten me something,” you groaned and nudged Nyx’s arm playfully with your elbow.

Nyx chuckled as he turned to face you, making your heart skip a beat. His gaze had warm affection you hadn’t seen before, but it dissipated in a flash.

“Actually I do,” Nyx mumbled with a fake-cough and you cocked a brow at him. To which he only grinned mysteriously.

“Oh, look! They’re kissing under a mistletoe!” he suddenly gasped and pointed somewhere behind you.

“Wh— who?” you yelped and turned around to see what he was pointing at, but there was nothing. Just a wall. You had already pulled an utterly confused, pouty face when you turned back to face him. To face Nyx, who was now holding a mistletoe above you.

“Merry Christmas,”  he said softly and leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath on your skin. Close enough to make your heart pound rapidly, senses go numb and legs weak. He had given you enough time to back away, but it was more like an instinct when you crashed your lips against his and threw arms over his shoulders to pull him closer and deepen the kiss that had started as a gentle one.

“Ho ho ho — bitch,” you murmured with a sweet smile after he broke the kiss to see your heated expression.

[deathbyignis]

Drautos x Reader pt 5

It takes you a moment to process his words. Was he talking about you? The oxygen is immediately sucked out of the room and you find yourself suffocating. You know. You know in your heart who hired this band of misfits and why he did it. Your body begs for you to breathe but your mind is too preoccupied to obey. A wave of emotions cascades over your now shaking body...anger, sadness, fear, despair. Images and thoughts race through your mind of the only person in all of Eos who would want you captured like a trophy and returned to your case. Luche turns to look at you- his jaw open and eyes in shock-clearly this was not the answer the Glaive was expecting to extract from his prisoner. His eyes dart to Bleu, then back to Titus - awaiting his orders. Your eyes shift to the back of Titus' head but he doesn't turn around, instead he leans forward in his chair holding his gaze to the kid as his hands begin to shake violently - either out of fear or rage - and the water bottle in his hand rattles against the table. "Y/n, go get Sonitus please." He says in such a calm manner that your mind doesn't register the request, your watery eyes just continue to stare at Bleu. "Y/N! Go get Sonitus!" His tone is that of Captain Drautos now giving you an order which snaps you out of your daze and you immediately comply. You say nothing in reply and stand yourself upright, not realizing that the wall was the only thing holding you up and you walk what feels like a zigzag formation towards the door. Your hands are shaking and sweaty as you reach for the doorknob and you can barely see it through your tears. When you close the door behind you, you can hear the screeching sound of Titus pushing his chair back, then that of Bleu's body smacking against the floor with a pathetic wail. Your body is confused, feeling as though it is weighed down by cinder blocks but at the same time floating on air as you slowly make your way down the hall to Sonitus' location. You don't know why Titus would ask for him specifically, Sonitus is not as well versed in interrogation tactics as Nyx, but you didn't care enough to debate the issue with yourself. When you reach him, you aren't even sure yourself what just happened so you speak to him briefly, only telling him that the Captain needs him and follow as he races to the conference room. Once Sonitus is with Drautos and Luche the door is shut and locked behind him, so you lean on the wall once more and slide down it to sit, tucking your knees into your chest. You got too comfortable girl, you tell yourself, angry that you could be so stupid for believing the nightmare was over. You sit there quietly sobbing to yourself trying to listen for any information coming from the conference room. With a thunderous crash, Luche bursts from the conference room and runs to the room Nyx is guarding, emerging moments later with the second guy, this one much older than Bleu. He is cursing loudly at Luche as he is forced down the hall with one arm craned tightly behind his back. He spits at you as he is unceremoniously thrown into the conference room, while concurrently a bleeding Bleu is led out and placed in Nyx's charge by Sonitus before he returns to the conference room. Pelna and Nyx are staring at you now with 1000 questions in their eyes that you can't answer. You wanted to run to them because you would feel safe, but you also knew that if they knew the whole truth of what was happening right now the boys would kill Bleu first, then ask questions later, so you tucked your soaked cheeks into your knees. They know nothing of the life you lived pre-Lucis, and you wanted to keep it that way. Crowe and Titus. Two people knew your deepest secrets, and nobody else. You wanted it this way because it had to be this way. The Glaives were a bunch of gritty, scrappy, hard-ass motherfuckers and you couldn't have them to viewing you as weak or fragile. A gunshot. A scream. Ten minutes. Sonitus emerges and heads towards Pelna's room. He surfaces with guy number three. This guy you surmise is in his late-twenties. Sonitus attempts to quickly lead him by you, but his prisoner is fighting with him-throwing himself from one wall to the next-all the while grinning at you as he is lead down the hall. The prisoner blows you a kiss as he passes your position on the floor, and is promptly met by Titus at the door with a vigorous punch to the kidneys. The door shuts. It is locked. "What the fuck is going on?" Nyx whispers just loud enough for you to hear it. Tears begin to form again as you stare into his eyes and contemplate your answer. You don't want to lie to him, but you can't exactly tell him everything either. "It appears as though my past has caught up with me." You whisper back. "What does that mean?" Pelna retorts. You wipe the tears from your eyes and with a resigning sigh look up at them, giving them a grin. "I love you guys" you say quietly. You raise yourself up to your feet and begin to walk away in the direction of the stairway that leads to the club. They are calling for you to come back but you don't turn around, keeping your gaze firmly to the floor. __________________________________ You have no recollection of how you got here, or how long you have been here. All you know is that the sun is rising, so it must be around 5:30 am. Your body is shaking from the cold morning air and the damp dew on your shoes that you apparently kicked off hours ago tells you that you have been here a while. Your eyes focus onto various objects around the park as your senses take in the sounds and sights of the awakening city. You always loved coming to this park. The abundance of green trees and the bubbling creek always reminded you of home. Home. Him. Them. Eighteen months of your young life you spent married to him. The marriage was arranged but you went into it willingly, believing he was perfect. He became possessive very early in the marriage--always wanting to know where you were, who you were with, what you were doing. You were so naive to believe his obsessive behavior translated to love. Ravus the man was not a terrorizing monster, but his colleagues in the Imperial Army were and he did absolutely nothing to stop them from tormenting his wife. They requested you, he delivered. Ravus' sole purpose in his life was to save his sister, it didn't matter if he had to sacrifice you to do it. It is him. No question in your mind. On the many occasions when you had threatened to leave, Ravus would threaten you back tenfold. He would tell you that he would "hunt you down tirelessly and bring you back" to Tenebrae. You were used as tool for him to gain favor with those in power in order to climb the ranks of the Imperial Army, nothing more. You were rarely allowed to leave the castle and even then never without an escort. Your escape and subsequent entry into Insomnia was either a matter of dumb luck or a gift from the Gods. The sound of quickly approaching footsteps behind you snaps you out of your deep reflection. You summon your daggers and jettison yourself off the bench and turn 180 degrees in one swift movement. "Gods damnit, Axis!" You yell at him through chattering teeth. "You scared the shit out of me!" "Captain Drautos is at your apartment." He says with a blank expression, staring directly at you. You stare back for a brief moment then divert your gaze to the tree line and inhale deeply, taking in the sweet smells of the park. The time has come for the years-long avoided conversation. You nod your head in understanding, put your daggers away, and pick up your shoes. You begin to follow Axis in silence, walking the two blocks to your home barefoot. You enter your home and see Titus sitting on the couch. The two of you connect again and you fall to your knees against the door in a flood of emotional sobs. He is quick to shoo Titan away and engulfs your body into the safety net of his arms. You grab roughly at his chest and desperately raise yourself to straddle him, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he clutches your body tight to his. "It's ok.......you're safe." You try to say something, but your body won't let you. You are inconsolable and your sobs uncontrollable. Titus continues to hold you for as long as he needs giving you time to slowly regain control over your body and emotions. Titus sweetly lays gentle kisses on your crown, forehead, and temples and begins whispering all the things that you need to hear to regain your emotional strength. He tells you that you are a different person than you were five years ago when you married Ravus. That you are stronger, tougher, and a total bad-ass with a Katana. He tells you that even if Ravus were to get ahold of you, that you would still be able to wield King Regis' magic and could slice off a piece of every motherfucker who touched you. With a slight upturn of his lips, he also reminds you that your lover commands the most psychotic group of commandos on all of Eos and says that they would infiltrate Gralea itself to find you...which elicits a small giggle from you because you know it is true. Feeling suddenly brave, you lift your face to his until you are nose to nose. You study his beautiful features and see that he too was crying while trying pick up the pieces of your fractured soul. You take his face into your hands and kiss him gently. "Titus?" You say quietly, placing your forehead to his. He pulls you close to him and answers affirmatively "Yes?" "Forgive me for this, but I've been holding onto this...and...I have three questions I need to ask you...can you promise to be honest with your answers?" He pulls away, cupping your face in his hands, looking at you quizzically. "Of course." he finally says. You study him for a moment and take in a deep breath. "Do you think I am really naive?" His breath ceases for a moment and you can see him searching the depths of his mind for the right words. He thinks he has the correct answer and he looks at you dead in the eyes. "I believe that there are a lot of things that happen that you would rather not acknowledge because they are too horrific to contemplate. I believe that you would rather believe that those things don't exist because it is easier to deny them than to acknowledge them." He had no idea that he had hit the nail on the head with that one. "Do you know...and I mean KNOW...in your heart...that I would walk straight into Ifrit's den if you asked me to? That I would fight him to the death...for you?" He looks at you with tears forming in his eyes. "I know that...yes" You tangle your fingers into his hair and kiss him again but this time you don't pull away and insert your tongue deeply into his mouth. He greedily reciprocates and has you pinned to the door instantly. Titus wets his fingers on his tongue and begins to urgently massage your clit, but you grab hold of his hand to stop his advance. "I said three questions love." you say breathily. "Right." he sighs, withdrawing his hand and leaning back. You pause and look at him for a long time, begging Sweet Shiva for the courage to ask your final question. She finally blesses you, and you squeeze his hand tightly. "Did you know?" you whisper. "Know what, babe?" "Did you know that the High Commander of the Imperial Army was sending a covert-ops group to Insomnia to kidnap me?" you ask, holding back the throngs of sobs fighting their way out of your body. He looks at you in disbelief and horror, turning stark white as the blood rushes from his face. "Of course not...h....how c...how could I possibly" he stutters as he stands and walks across the room, using his arms to rest his body against the mantle. You study his mannerisms. He is nervous, trying to hide it behind a veil of innocence, but he is failing miserably. You lean back against the door, your flooded eyes watching his face, reflected in the mirror mounted above the fireplace. "I doubt if you remember but we met once" you say softly to him, tears falling freely from your eyes. "In Tenebrae....I was 18....Ravus and I had just recently married." Titus raises his gaze to look at your reflection, his tears free-falling onto his grey tank and a small sniffle emotes from his body. "I was marked up pretty good from my first encounter with Ardyn." you continue, "There was a dinner party at the castle for Imperial Army Officers....and you were there. Did you know that out of the nearly 50 guests that I met that night....you..." your voice cracks and the words get more difficult to push out..."you were the only person to ask if I was ok." Titus turns slowly to face you. "How could I ever forget?" his eyes finding yours. "You were so beautiful...so broken." You raise yourself to your knees and slowly crawl your way over to him. Your hands ghost over his calves and come to rest on his shaking thighs. You search his eyes, waiting for your answer. Tears begin to fall down his cheeks once more as he reaches down and cups your face in his gentle hands. "I knew the Glaive could protect you." he mutters under his breath. You literally feel your blood freeze. "You knew he was coming after me?" you stutter in disbelief, blinking out tears. You stare at his quivering chin for several moments pleading silently for him to say more. When no other information is forthcoming, you stand and begin to stumble your way upstairs to your bedroom. "Y/N wait" you hear him cry behind you but you ignore his plea and keep walking. Titus races after you and grabs your ankle as you are about to reach the top stair, dragging you down to him and pinning your body below his. "No!" you yell from below him as you rapidly apply several slaps to his face in a futile attempt to free yourself. Grasping your hands he pins them to the last stair above your head, cuffing your wrists with his massive fists. He is yelling that he loves you...that you were never in any danger...but his plea is all for naught as you continue to grunt and kick your legs in a desperate attempt to get free. Titus puts the full weight of his body onto yours, encircling your legs in his and buries his face into your shoulder begging for a chance to explain himself. You quickly come to the realization that your struggles are pointless against his massive frame so you stop moving altogether, save for the rapid movement of your chest as you attempt to catch your breath. Titus growls and places a hand on your throat, turning your face away from him and lowering his mouth to your ear. You could feel his hot breath coming in short bursts and your hips involuntarily jerk up to hit him in the groin, earning a small chuckle from your breathless sparring partner. You moan as his tongue traces the frame of your ear and he pulls your lobe into his tender mouth at the same time as his groin grinds against yours, pinning you there as you lift yourself to meet him. Satisfied that you had given up the fight Titus releases your throat and ghosts his hand down your tattered dress until he reaches your lace thong and begins to massage your clit once more. He releases a heavy gasp and raises his forehead to meet yours, his eyes boring into yours. "Tell me you love me." he whispers hoarsely. "No" you cry. "Tell me" he says, still working your clit with his eager fingers. "Titus please" "I would never let those fuckers hurt you, please believe me!" "Fuck you Drautos!" you snap at him as you slap him again and make a pathetic attempt to push him away. Titus emits a guttural groan as he rises to his knees and positions himself directly on top of your legs, keeping them pinned down. He reaches down to grab your dress at the neckline pulling you upright as he violently rips the delicate fabric straight down the middle exposing your glowing body for himself to admire. The Captain tastes blood in his own mouth and raises his hand to find the source. Pulling his thumb away from the bloody lip you just gave him, he chuckles at his little Glaive and turns his attention to your thong-removing it with a simple snap of the thin thread. He pins your arms to your bare rib cage and leans in so close you feel his rapid hot breath on your cheek. "I love you so much baby, I would never let them hurt you." he conveys the best he can through his tears. Titus raises his head to face you. He grazes your lips with his tongue, a desperate maneuver because he knows you can't resist it, but you do-at first. He runs his skilled tongue from your lips to your jaw, to your ear, peppering his trail with languid kisses. You stare at the light above you and eventually lean into him, hating your body for betraying you as you can feel your nipples harden and a pool forming in your core. When he returns to his starting point you try to fight the urge but open your mouth to willingly receive his tongue and he releases your arms in order to cup your face in his hands, delving his sweet tongue deep into your mouth. You grasp his hips with shaky hands and help him maneuver his way between your legs. Titus moves quickly to insert two fingers into your dripping slit and releases your mouth to dive onto your sweaty mounds. He shows no desire to tease right now as he engulfs your full tit into his warm mouth, sucking at your nipple several times-- his mouth moving in tandem with his fingers. His thumb finds your clit and after a few simple strokes your pussy explodes on his hand, your body shaking violently but he has no intention of stopping there. The gift of your wet orgasm drives him into a frenzy to please you and he spreads your legs further to insert a third finger and bangs hard at your entrance like a man possessed. You cum again immediately in an ocean of spasms raking your body.....his palm moving to roughly massage your clit but you firmly grab his hand to stop him. "Fuck...honey...stop" you quietly beg him to cease his attack. Opening your dazed eyes to search for him, your body continues to jerk involuntarily. He stops as requested and smiles at your dripping cunt, appreciating how much liquid has spilled from your limp body. Massive arms wrap themselves around your slumped form to pick you up and he carefully navigates the love puddles to bring you back down the stairs. You grab hold of his shoulders, laying open mouth kisses on his neck while breathing quick and shallow. When the two of you reach the couch, he puts you on your feet and pushes your destroyed dress off your shoulders. "Sit baby." His tone is soft and you do as you are told, breathlessly slouching into the couch. You watch him with lidded eyes as he removes his tank and undoes his belt, allowing his dress pants from last night to fall to the floor. Your eyes drop to his throbbing bulge which brings you to full attention and you pop up to the edge of the couch. Sliding two fingers of each hand into his waist band, you tug at the material of his boxers and release his glorious cock. Wasting about as much time as he did, you grasp the base tightly and force him straight into your mouth as far as his head will allow. "Whoa, take it easy." he pants while entwining his fingers into your hair and pulling you away, forcing a sinful pop to emit from your mouth. You glare at him and slap his hands away, annoyed at him for expecting mercy when you received none. You drop to your knees and grab his hips and force him to turn, pushing him to sit on the couch. Positioning yourself between his legs, your hands force his thighs wide. Your hungry mouth descends on his balls, aggressively sucking one into your mouth, then moving to the other. His vocal approval paired with his full-body shiver alarms you that your mouth is working a little too well and Titus attempts to pull you away again-but you are having none of it-you slap his wrists and pin them to his sides without stopping. "You're gonna make me cum baby." he whines as your soft warm mouth engulfs his fat cock once again, pausing to tease the ring of his head every time you are on the upstroke. "Mmmm" you moan with pleasure and steal a glance at him when you taste the sweet flavor of his precum on your tastebuds. Your eyes connect with his and those beautiful green orbs that you adore are clinched shut and his chest is flushed red which motivates you to go down faster, suck harder, tease his head quicker. Titus begins to jerk his hips upward meeting your mouth somewhere in the middle of his length. He frees his hands of your grasp and softly lifts your hair into a messy bun so he can watch you swallow his cock as he pumps deeply into your now hot and dripping mouth. The sight is more than enough to send him over the edge and he forcefully pulls your face away from his crotch and cums hard on your tits. Not satisfied with this, you go back down on him mid-orgasm and begin to suck the remaining cum right out of him. He continues his orgasmic thrusts up into your throat as he is eager to give you what you desire. When he has no more of his sweet nectar to give, you pull away and stand up above him. He has been slain. Titus reaches for you, but he only grasps air. "We're done here." you say with contempt, and you turn to walk away. This time he lets you.

[louisvuittontrashbags]

Louisvuittontrashbags Masterlist

Organized by fandom (hopefully will expand to include Dragon Age in the future ;D). Formatting and links taken from @hypaalicious​ who graciously maintained a joint masterlist for me for ages. 

FFXV:

Series:

Fun Between Friends- (Prompto x Reader) • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

For Your Entertainment- • Prologue • Chapter 1 (Gladio x Reader) • Chapter 2 (Prompto x Reader) • Chapter 3 (Cor x Reader) • Chapter 4 (Ardyn x Reader) • Chapter 5: (Ignis x Reader) • Chapter 6 (Ignis x Reader) • Chapter 7(Noctis x Reader) • Epilogue (Noctis x Reader, Gladio x Reader)

FWB- (Tredd x Reader) • Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 • Chapter 3 (Finale)

Valentine’s Day - Glaive Edition (Glaives x Reader) • Tredd • Luche

Assassin’s Creed AU:

• His Treasure (Noctis x Reader) • His Weakness (Ignis x Reader) • His Escape (Gladio x Reader)

One-shots/Drabbles

• Gladio x Reader • Dare (Gladio x Reader x Ignis) • Tentpile (Chocobros x Reader) • Crazy Train (Gladiolus x Reader) • Crazy Train Remix (Gladnoct x Reader) • Revving up the Regalia (Noctis x Reader) • Night Drivin’ (Prompto x Reader) • Ravus & Ardyn drabble • 4am (Prompto x Reader) • First Time (Ignis x Reader) • Answering the Call (Cor x Reader x Noctis) • Firsts (Ardyn x Reader x Ravus) • Kissing Prompts (Ignis & Noctis) • All Suited Up (Gladnis x Reader) • Love is Blind (Ignis x Reader) • Brilliant Fighter, Bashful Lover (Gladio x Reader) • Letting Loose (Prompto x Reader) • I Feel it Coming (Prompto x Reader) • Pole-lmpics (Ignis x Reader) • Give it Up (Gladio x Reader) • Tease (Gladiolus x Reader) • You’re Mine (King!Noctis x Reader) • Be a Good Boy Now (Gladiolus x Reader) • Ruined (Ardyn x Reader) • Glaive-y (Prompto x Reader) • It’s Great to be the Queen (Noctis x Reader) • Confess to Me (Chocobros x Reader) • A Heated Arrival (Nyx x Reader) • Here’s to… (Nyx x Reader x Pelna) • Blind Strike (Noctis x Reader x Ignis) • A Threat or a Promise (Prompto x Reader) • My Beloved Queen (Ardyn x Reader) • You Deserve Everything (Ravus x Reader) • In the Tent (Prompto x Reader) • Training Day (Cor x Reader) • Come a Little Bit Closer (Tredd x Reader) • Ad Vitam (Drautos x Reader) • Fuck You (Tredd x Reader) • Room Service (Noctis x Reader) • No Gentleman (Drautos x Reader) • In the Backseat (Gladio x Reader) • Commitment (Drautos x Reader) • Pray to Me (Ifrit x Reader) • Love Bites (Ignis x Reader) • Ignis Asking Out a PoC Reader (Ignis x Reader) • You’re Shaking (Drautos x Reader) • Focus (Ardyn x Reader) • Sweet Dreams (Drautos x Reader) • Mute (Ignis x Reader) • What’s Meant For Us (Demon!Gladio x Angel!Reader - Gladio POV) • More Than Friends (Prompto x Reader - Prompto POV) • Tredd x Leftovers (Tredd x Reader) • #Glaivelife Tredd, Luche, Pelna) (NSFW for language only)

Headcanons

• Teddybear Gladio • Chocobros & their s/o’s smut writing • Chocobros s/o gets dolled up • Sleepy flirting with the Chocobros • Chocobros react to “ilu” during sex • Chocobros drunken confessions • High School Chocobros & their crush • Chocobros & mutual masturbation with s/o • NSFW Prompto Argentum • Well-endowed Chocobros • First time with Fluffy!Ardyn • The Chocobros’ Dogs • Ignis in a Relationship • Prompto in a Relationship • Gladio in a Relationship • Ignis x Reader • Gladio x Reader • How the Chocobros manscape • Chocobros’ fave places to cum • Hate fucking the Chocobros • Ignis as a ‘daddy’ • Chocobros react to an accidental pregnancy • Chocobros fave areas on their s/o • Incubi Chocobros • Halloween with the Chocobros • Chocobros with confident, plus-size S/O • Alphabet Meme Megapost • Drautos wooing an initially uninterested S/O • Chocobros take S/O to the Fair/Carnival • Nyx and Tredd NSFW HCs

Shitposts:

• Under the Sea (Merman!GALDUO x Reader) • Hot n Sweaty (Dave x Reader x Vyv) • A Young Single Girl (Noctis) • Basil Hour is Nigh (Pelna x basil) • Boyz Night (Glaives) • Unexplored Territory (Pelna x Luche)

Mystic Messenger

• The V Route I Deserve But Won’t Get - V x Reader

[mandakatt]

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”

A/N: I wanted to do something for some people this Holiday season, so I wrote a drabble with their bias. The premise of the shenanigans are:

I picked a winter/cold/christmas/holiday theme, and a random prompt off a huge list, and tried my best to keep them short. Key word is TRIED. =p

So, I’m late with this @kairakara101 and your Christmas Drabble turned into a New Years Drabble. So... here’s hoping you like your confession from one Luche Lazarus - I do apologize if this is a bit OOC for him however. ><;;;

Prompt: “I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!” Characters: Luche x Fem!Reader Word Count: 913

Crossing your arms, you huffed as you leaned over against Pelna’s shoulder, tilting your head to whisper to him. He went wide eyed a moment then looked back at you in shock, before he burst out laughing. You grinned then laughed, your shoulders shaking with it before you shook your head gently.

Pelna gently pushed back against you, gesturing with his chin at those that were just across the room from you, causing you to giggle as you were taking in their impromptu game of ‘Pin the tail on the reindeer’ that everyone at your New Years party was way too drunk for.

You tilted your head, watching as Nyx, completely blindfolded was pushed towards the image on the wall, only to be spun around and turned again by Libertus, and was now headed in entirely the wrong direction, causing more laughter to bubble from your throat.  When Crowe laughed, and turned him about again so that he was now heading in the right direction, you could have sworn it felt like someone was watching you.

Turning your head you briefly met a pair of blue eyes before they quickly looked away. Your grin turned into a smile as Luche seemed to lean more against the doorframe, watching the escapades now instead of you. Turning your head, you said something softly to Pelna then worked your way over to your Vice Captain.

“Everything alright?” you spoke softly and smirked. “Or, do I maybe have something on my face?”

Luche blinked at you. “What?”

“Well,” you turned and let yourself lean on the opposite side of the door jam. “You’ve been staring at me pretty intently the last few minutes, figured I spilled something somewhere.”

Luche blinked and cleared his throat before he clicked his tongue softly. You chuckled then and took a sip of your drink, watching Nyx get spun around yet again. “They are going to make him sick if they keep that up.”

He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m not cleaning up his mess if he does.”

You smiled. “You do enough for us as it is, Luche, I got this one.”

He turned his head to look at you, brow lifting slightly as his eyes locked with yours. You smiled, and extended your hand with your drink in it, tilting your head.

“Happy new year, Sir.”

You watched his brows raise before he smirked, and turned, clinking his glass to yours. “Drop the sir, and yeah. Happy new year.”

Giving a nod of your head you finished off your drink and went to move to set down your glass when you felt him grasp your arm and pull you back against him. You let off a soft surprised gasp as you collided with his chest.

“L-Luche?”

You watched him clench his jaw once before he lowered his head a bit, and mumble something.

“What?”

You didn’t notice the din of the room start to quiet down as he slowly lifted his head and spoke again, loud enough for everyone to hear it.

“I love you.”

The room went entirely quiet. You glanced over as Nyx pushed up his blindfold peeking out with one eye as every one of the glaives grew still, and gave you a knowing smile. You blinked up at Luche again, your brows lifting high.

“W-What…?!” you blinked in surprise. “Luche I--”

“I love you, I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!”

Your eyes went wide as he cupped your neck and dipped his head, smashing his lips over yours. You gave off a soft noise of surprise before you slowly tilted your head into that kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as your arms found their way about his neck. His arm slowly wrapped about you, pulling you flush to his chest.

It was then you realized that the others were cheering and clapping for you, causing you to blush brightly as you pulled back from his kiss. You giggled softly, as you pressed your hand gently against his chest, as he chased after you a bit before he huffed and looked into the room.

“About time.” Nyx said with a grin.

“You were absolutely no help.” Luche grumbled softly.

“Wait so you knew?!”

“It’s not all that hard to keep a secret from you, Princess.”

You blushed then and huffed, rolling your eyes though you smirked a bit when Luche moved to wrap an arm about your back, grasping your hip gently to pull you closer.

“But then again, he’s easy to keep secrets from too.” Nyx grinned as he pointed at Luche who narrowed his eyes a bit.

“What are you getting at, hero.”

You blushed more as you bit your lower lip and lowered your head.  “Nyx, don’t--”

“She’s loved you for almost just as long.”

You felt Luche squeeze your hip gently, before Pelna spoke up. “So we didn’t need to hang the mistletoe over the door?”

Both you and Luche went wide eyed turning to look, and sure enough, the small plant with a bright blue ribbon was hanging over the door. You blinked slowly before looking up at Luche.

“Well,” you said with a bit of laughter in your voice. “I guess they--mmff!”

Luche cut you off by kissing you again, completely cupping your face, and when he withdrew you were left with a bewildered look on your face.

“W-Wha…?”

“Mistletoe,” he said with a smirk. “Can’t break tradition now, can we?”