#rip Clarus having to live through this again

[promptis-imagines]

All I'm imagining is Noct just proudly showing off their baby to literally anyone who ends up near him. Man's very proud of his daughter and just wants everyone to know how great she is while Prom's just quietly telling him not to move her around too much cause she's just had a bottle

Clarus is just having flashbacks of Regis being exactly like this with Noct

It runs in the family! Dads must show off baby. This is law.

Prompto has to take her and politely tell him to hush so they don't wake her or mess with her stomach, and Noctis realizes that he got a bit excited. And then he realizes he's completely turned into his dad. Embarrassment ensues, but he understands now.

Clarus is definitely having so many flashbacks lmao

[whumpwriterforlife]

can I ask for Cor + grabbed by the hair ?? Love your writing <3

Hi! Here you go, grabbed by the hair with Cor! This was my first time writing with Cor as the "pov character" so I'm kind of nervous about this but I hope you'll still like it! I'm so happy to hear you like my writing <3

BTHB - Grabbed by the Hair

Blue x's have been completed, pink lines have been requested.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Cor Leonis & Nyx Ulric

Whumpee: Cor Leonis

Word count: 1332

Warnings: No warnings

Can be read on ao3 here

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Cor was married to a trouble magnet. Just in the past month, Nyx had gotten himself in trouble on two different occasions, one of which had sent his ass straight into the hospital and on a week-long injury leave. And on both of those occasions, Cor had been there for him, bailed him out and made sure he was alive and mostly in one piece. That was how it had been for a long time.

The point was, Nyx was the trouble magnet — not Cor.

Which is why Cor found it incredibly annoying when he woke up to find himself tied to a chair in some dingy room with no recollection of how he had ended up there.

“You’re a hard man to find, Marshal Leonis.” His captor, a middle-aged man dressed in a cheap suit, gave Cor a thin smile as he came to stand in front of him.

Cor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Clearly he hadn’t made it hard enough, considering that here he was. His voice was every last unimpressed as he spoke, “Is that so?”

“You can be sarcastic all you want, Marshal. Soon enough you will be begging me for mercy, begging me to kill you,” the man told him.

Cor raised his eyebrow at the words and scoffed. The man certainly spoke with confidence but Cor could see through the facade, see the uneasiness in the way the man held himself even as he tried to appear all and mighty in front of him. If Cor had to guess, he would say the man was far from professional. It would work well for Cor, not as much for the man.

“Many men have tried — and failed. What makes you think you will be the one to succeed?” Cor asked the man. He was intentionally pushing the man’s button, seeing if he would rise to the bait.

“I don’t think you realize the severity of this situation!” The man’s eyes flashed with something dark, irritation seeping into his voice. He closed the gap between them in two quick strides, sinking his hand into Cor’s hair and wrenching his head back. Cor’s face twitched but he bit back the groan that threatened to spill from his lips. He wasn’t going to give the man that satisfaction.

“You’re at my mercy!” the man growled, his face only an inch from Cor’s. “There is no escape!”

That was where the man was wrong, not that Cor told him that. During their little chitchat, Cor had been working on his restraints. They weren’t done by an amateur but they were far from the best. Cor could get himself free with a little time. He would just need a distraction to do so.

The man shoved Cor’s head back with a muttered curse and took a few steps back. He was tense, puffing with anger. Then, as if coming to a decision, he smirked and disappeared behind the chair. “I’ll show you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Cor muttered as he heard the door slam shut. He hadn’t exactly expected it to be so easy to piss the man off but he wasn’t going to pass the opportunity it created.

Cor sat still for a while longer and kept his ear out for anything out of place. He wanted to make sure the man had actually left the room and wasn’t just trying to trick Cor.

When he heard nothing, Cor started working on the restraints. He figured he had a few minutes at the most, considering how angry the man had been but it should still give Cor more than enough time to get free. His hands had been tied in a way that after a little wiggling, he managed to pull a dagger from the armiger and use it to cut himself free. By the time he had his hands free and he leaned forward to cut the ropes around his ankles, one of his wrists was rubbed raw but it wasn’t anything concerning, especially not when compared to the alternative.

The door behind him opened just as the ropes around his ankles snapped.

Cor got out of the chair and onto his feet just in time to avoid getting shocked with a cattle prod. His eyes narrowed and he was quick to switch into a battle stance, the dagger still held in his grasp. The man was staring at him, his expression a mix of rage and fear, clutching the cattle prod tightly in his hands. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of Cor’s lips.

“We can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” Cor told the man.

The man charged at him with a battle cry.

Cor sighed. He dismissed the dagger back into the armiger as he sidestepped the man’s attack. He grabbed the crackling cattle prod and ripped it out of the man’s hands to throw it aside. The man swung his fist at him but Cor saw it coming from a mile away and caught it with ease. A neat little twist to the wrist and the man was down on his knees and begging for Cor to let him go.

“I told you we could do this the easy way but you didn’t listen to me,” Cor said, exasperated, before knocking the man unconscious. “Idiot.”

Cor let the man crumble to the floor as he pulled a few zipties from his armiger to tie him up. This had been way easier than he had expected. He was already dreading what would happen when Regis and Clarus found out. They would never let him forget that he — Cor “the Immortal” Leonis —had been abducted by such an idiot. He would never live it down. Cor let out a frustrated sigh as he crouched down, and if he was a little rougher than he needed to be when he tied up the guy, no one had to know.

“I’ll be back for you,” Cor promised the still unconscious man as he stood back up and started heading for the door. He didn’t even have time to reach the door handle before it rattled and someone turned it on the other side of the door. With a resigned sigh Cor called the dagger back into his hand. Of course there had to be more trouble waiting for him.

Cor pressed himself against the wall right next to the door as it opened, and the moment someone stepped into the room, Cor had the dagger at their throat.

“Shit— I’m here to rescue your ass, could you not stab me?!” Nyx exclaimed as he jerked away from the blade.

Cor looked at Nyx with a small frown as he dismissed the dagger back into the armiger once again. “I would say you’re a bit late for that. I have it all under control here.”

“I can see that,” Nyx said as he slowly stepped into the room again and looked at the unconscious man on the floor. “He alive?”

Cor followed his gaze to the man. “Yeah.”

Nyx hummed in response and turned back towards Cor. There was a hint of concern in his eyes as he gave him a once-over. “And are you okay?”

Cor patted Nyx on the shoulder as he walked past him out into the hallway. “I’m fine, the guy stood no chance against me.”

“Of course he didn’t.” Nyx’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Just so you know, I’m still taking you to the hospital.”

“I don’t need a hospital,” Cor was quick to tell him as he chose a direction at random and hoped it would lead him to an exit. He was fine, no injuries, not even bad bruises or scrapes.

Nyx jogged up to him. “You can consider it a payback for all the times you have dragged me into the hospital. And don’t worry, Crowe and your dear old friends agree with me.”

Cor rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Fine.”

[moonraccoon-exe]

Hey! Sorry I had some pre-midterm tests to deal with! :/ anyway, for the supportive characters and stuff for gladnis, could I see stuff with glaives, the other chocobros, and... up to you! (A little bit of little sister Iris would be heavenly though...)

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AGAIN, SWEET MUFFIN, I AM HERE TO DELIVER yo pizza

I don’t know if these two asks are the same person (are you? :o) BUT LOOK AT THAT. SAME WANTS, SAME NEEDS, SO I SHALL PLEASE THE THIRST. And I hope it’s ok to put these two asks together? They’re asking for nearly the same, so I thought it was ok, but if either of you have any troubles with it, you tell me, okie? :3

BUT HERE I AM, ANSWERING THIS DELIGHT OF AN ASK ALKSDJFG YES. GLADNIS DEARS, I MISSED THE OTP.

Anyways, these are gonna be shorter for each character as they’re plenty, but they’ll form one big post so I hope you like it! :3

How other characters (besides papa Regis) support Gladnis:

Noctis

My boy is…slow.

He’s really smart, he’s just…very dense.

He’s known both Iggy and Gladio since he has memory, he’s just…very, very…v e r y dense in these matters. Very. Like. Very.

Ignis literally TOLD him about his crush on Gladio MULTIPLE TIMES.

Did Noctis catch it? OF COURSE NOT. He thought Ignis just over worried about his personal relationships, and never noticed he spoke about Gladio in ways he never spoke about others. And same the other way around, Gladio also spoke about Iggy with Noct AND THE IDIOT STILL. DIDN’T TIE ANYTHING TOGETHER.

Sixteen year old Gladio, blushing crimson red, messing with his uniform: “Do you…do you think…Ignis will think i look stupid? Or…maybe…or maybe if I do something to my hair…”

Noct just be like lmao why are you so stressed over a uniform you dummy thing what does ignis care anyway lol

He knew via Ignis. And of course he didn’t get it.

“Today was really nice. Gladio and I went to the park and just spent a nice while talking…I hope…maybe we can have a second date soon…”

Noctis is like yeah that’s nice

“And it’s official now! I don’t know why, but it just makes me more nervous, but in a good way. Is it normal? I’ve never…I’m just so happy, from among all people, Gladio chose me? AMONG ALL PEOPLE NOCT.”

yeah that’s nice specs :)

Noctis thinks Ignis is just talking about friendship, and when he uses romantic terms like date or boyfriend he THINKS IGNIS IS JOKING BECAUSE WHY WOULD HE BE TALKING SERIOUSLY

noctis pl…please

He finished processing it for real HAVING TO SEE THEM KISS. 

Noct was talking with Gladio, chatting chattering, then said bye. Gladio was going through a hallway, Ignis appeared, they said hello, then hugged, and proceeded to kiss. 

Noctis.exe Processing data.

Ignis and Gladio spent the while hugged snuggled and talking, and smooched again.

Noctis.exe Processing, please be patient.

Ignis and Gladio held hands and started going away together.

GASP

“OHMYGOD WERE YOU FOR REAL!?!?!?!??!”

Noctis.exe has short-circuited

Noctis supports them, just acts like he doesn’t give a damn.

Noctis is The Teenage Brother; will go Ew at everything romantic they do in front of him.

Gladnis snuggle.

“Eeeeewwwwwwwwww”

Gladnis smooch.

“UGH- UUH- EEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”

Iggy pokes Gladio’s nose and Gladio proceeds to pepper his face in smoochies.

*noctis gagging noises*

Gladio may shove Noctis in between them on purpose to annoy him. There were have them, Gladnis smooching with a much smaller Noctis trapped in between their chests, flailing, screeching, completely ignored and about to explode.

Noctis is the Worst wingman.

“Hey Noct, do you think Iggy will like me in this outfit?”

“eh”

he’s busy with the face buried in a cushion while he rots in boredom, DON’T INTERRUPT HIM.

“Hey Noct. Do you think Gladio already has one of these? I want to get him one but not sure if he has one already.”

“yeah”

Yeah what? Noctis you’re not helping

Noctis does as Regis and will sometimes use his power to get these two to be together, but, unlike Regis, he won’t say shit about it and will even deny it.

The prince requires of his chamberlains in this room which is conveniently empty and there just casually happens to be a secret door for the roof on this particularly starry night.

“I. FORGOT. OK? I FELL ASLEEP EARLY, I WAS TIRED, COR NEARLY SET ME ABLAZE IN TRAINING, I FELL DEAD ASLEEP, I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT DOOR, LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Noctis is a gossipy little shit, but in a good way.

“Omg Iggy guess what today Gladio spoke about his cap ripping, see, I already told you what you can get him for Crystal Day, hm? HM? YOU’RE WELCOME.”

Also uses it to his favor.

“Ten gil and I tell you what Ignis wants to do for his birthday. He told me. Hm hm. For real. TEN GIL I SAID.”

Prince Noctis PROTECTS HIS BELOVED BROTHERS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH TEETH AND NAILS, OK?

There’s this magazine that put up some tabloid stupid article that distorted something Ignis said and made Gladio look bad.

Noctis is alone in his office, feet on the desk, swinging a little on the chair, phone to the ear, and FREAKING AN G R Y.

“Yes, that’s what I said; put the article down and make another one clearing it. No, I’m not your boss, but I still request it. I will request it only once more. No? Then how much do you want for the brand? I will buy it and do it myself. Yes, I will buy it. My name and occupation? Prince Noctis CXIV, why? Oh? Aah, so NOW you want to put it down? How nice of you, guess you only needed time to re-consider it, right? It’s ok, it happens to the best of us, how kind of you.”

Ignis is trying to help Noct walk out of some place without being asphyxiated by the media, so he gets the spotlight.

“Mister Scientia! There’s rumors you and the Shield of the prince are DATING?”

Ignis freezes a little.

Noctis proceeds to let out tHE BIGGEST BURP OF HIS LIFE.

Next day tabloids “Prince Noctis BURPS LIVE! OOPS!”

The media are RUNNING STRAIGHT TOWARDS GLADIO.

Noctis is JUMPING BEFORE HIM TAKING HIS JACKET OFF AND DOING AN IDOL POSE.

“HAVE I TOLD YOU GUYS I’LL BE HAVING A BIIIIIIIIIIIG BIRTHDAY PARTY NEXT WEEK!?!?!”

Socially Awkward Ultra Timid prince Noctis actually stood there POSING for the cameras for ten minutes to get them distracted from the relationship announcement.

“Prince Noctis will host Huge Extra Most Expensive Billionare Birthday Party OF HISTORY!! WOW!!”

((big birthday party was pizza time with the chocobros lmao))

If Gladnis ever have a misunderstanding or problem, Noct is the first they go with. Noct is there to comfort them individually, and, smart boy as he is, he also figures out the mistake and plays a big role at fixing it.

“What? Oh no, that’s not what he said. Or not as you think. He meant…”

“Oh? Oh no, that’s not what he was doing!! Ahahah you dork, no! Actually…”

Noctis keeps asking “When are you dorks getting married?” to embarrass them and make them go shy.

Joke is on him when they DO GET MARRIED.

Noctis keeps complaining that how dare they be boyfriends, how DARE they be boyfriends, MAKING HIM, THE ACTUAL PRINCE, THE THIRD WHEEL????? 

But whenever Gladnis have the slightest misunderstanding, Noctis is first to go SMACK SENSE BACK INTO THEM HOW DARE THEY GET UPSET WITH EACH OTHER

Noctis has also used his title to make reservations in restaurants that clear THE WHOLE RESTAURANT just for Gladnis lmao

Noct has always hated that when he makes a reservation, they clear THE WHOLE RESTAURANT like NO, why would he want to dine in an empty place!? Not like he goes out often, but he’s learned that his title has that accidental effect, so guess who’s using it for Gladnis anniversary dinners.

When they want to get fancy, or when Noct wants them to go fancy, at least. Normally they just go for noodles the DORKS

Noctis covered half their wedding without even being asked because HE LOVES THEM AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO MUCH AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

((the other half was Regis and he was so upset he wasn’t allowed to cover it all, this dummy papa))

Noctis best supportive baby bro, please hug him.

Prompto

You knew about fanboy #1, but where is fanboy #2?

In the bushes, stalking them, snapping surprise photos to show them later.

“Prompto, that’s creepy.”

“BUT IF I TELL YOU I’LL TAKE PHOTOS, IT WON’T BE NATURAL ANYMORE, AND YOU TWO SHINE BRIGHTER WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE HAVING A PHOTO TAKEN. I’M HARMLESS, WHY IS IT CREEPY.”

Prompto that’s not the point, just…don’t.

How Prommy knew about Gladnis, hm?

It wasn’t that exciting, pretty modern way to know.

Noctis told him via text lmao

“DUDE I HAVE GROSS NEWS, YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT.”

Nocto! >:|

Prommy’s reaction was sort of cute, though. He’s a bit sharper than Noct to notice these things, but he still didn’t expect it. He thought about the two as a couple because he liked the sassy interaction, but he wasn’t sharp enough to see it wasn’t sass, it was ACTUAL FLIRTING. He was so used to the two being good friends it just. Didn’t occur to him that it was a real thing and not just him seeing things.

Noctis tells him via text.

Prommy is gasping OUT LOUD.

He gasped so loudly and sharp he chocked onto his own saliva and fell off the bed.

He ended up repeatedly swinging the feet in the air and against the mattress and squeaking. Squeaking.

“I KNEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW IT”

says the boy that didn’t know it

Prompto’s trying to talk about it all day with Noctis. 

Noctis talks about it for three minutes then goes “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh can we please nOT”

Noct is just Like That with everything that isn’t videogames or fishing, have mercy on him. 

“Dude, and who told who? Dude, have they kissed already? Does lord Clarus know, omg. Dude, DUDE, DOES LORD CLARUS KNOW OHMYGOD”

“PROMPTO I DON’T KNOW”

Prompto’s THIRSTY for gossip and news on his new favorite ship.

Prompto’s stalking them on social medias waiting for the first of them to drop the first hint of romantic something. Why? Just to squeak about it. There’s literally no other use for it.

Prompto’s now Asking and not stopping.

Training with Gladio? “WHO TOLD WHO. HOW DID IT HAPPEN. SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM. WHERE WAS YOUR FIRST DATE, CAN I KNOW THAT? HAVE YOU TWO ALREADY KISSED. WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE. GLADIO, TELL ME MORE ABOUT IT AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”

Hanging with Ignis? “WHO TOLD WHO. HOW DID IT HAPPEN. SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM. WHERE WAS YOUR FIRST DATE, CAN I KNOW THAT? HAVE YOU TWO ALREADY KISSED. WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE. IGNIS, TELL ME MORE ABOUT IT AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”

Arcade with Noct? “NOCT, WHO-”

“PROMPTO I DON’T KNOW”

Prompto’s always asking about their relationship to either of them when he gets the chance. He could talk about it ALL DAY and go on and on.

“Why are you so interested in our relationship, Prompto?”

“I DON’T KNOW, IT’S JUST SO WEIRD, I’M SO CURIOUS. It’s like…its. It’s you *takes a fry* and it’s him *takes another fry* and it’s…*puts fries together* and it’s you.”

…prompto, don’t.

Prompto is the Anti-Noctis. 

Gladnis snuggle. Noctis goes Eeeww

*Prommy puts a hand to his chest and aaw’s*

Gladnis smooch. Noctis goes EEEEEEEEWWWWWW

*Prommy clutches chest chest and whimpers*

Ignis proceeds to poke Gladio’s nose who then proceeds to pepper his face in smoochies. Noctis is gagging.

Prommy’s hiding his face in his hands and SQUEAKING into a pillow.

“NOCTO HOW ARE THEY SO CUTE I DON’T UNDERSTAND.”

Prompto’s always doing shitty photoshop pictures of Gladnis that are ridiculous on purpose just to make them laugh. 

Prom is there to yell NO when Noctis makes a mean comment.

“UGH YOU TWO ARE SO DISG-”

“NOOOOOOOOO! YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE, KEEP DOING YOUR STUFF”

“Stinky dorks-”

“NO!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVEBIRDS!!!!!!! CUTE!!!!!!!”

“EW go get a roo-!”

“WE’RE LEAVING, YOU MAKE YOURSELVES COMFORTABLE, OK, IGNORE THIS ASSHAT”

Prompto. He. He made Gladnis puppets.

Ignis is too busy, like absolutely fucking loaded of royal stuff and so he’s away and unable to reach? Aaw, don’t be sad big guy. *puppet Ignis proceeds to smooch him*

*Puppet Ignis proceeds to give Gladio a million cheesy compliments and pick up lines in an unnecessarily high pitched voice*

*Puppet Ignis is nuzzling at him and insisting on kissing*

“PROMPTO STOP”

It’s not Prompto, it’s Pocket Ignis, you rude ungrateful ass.

Gladio’s not annoyed, he’s actually pretty amused XD

Gets tired of Prompto not leaving him alone, though? Gladio’s going to be “Ok you conviced me, come here Iggy” and tries to make out with the puppet, hence making a hysterical Prompto screech and try to run away.

Same goes for Ignis. Gladio’s away on some Crownsguard or Shield training at the outskirts? Away and gone and missing?

PUPPET GLADIO IS IN THE HOUSE, BABY, DON’T WORRY, HE’LL SMOOCHIE YOU IN THE MEANWHILE.

There we have an Ignis quickly striding across the flat escaping while Prompto tries to catch up with him with his cheesy pick-up lines and pet names with the Puppet Gladio.

When Gladio asked Prompto if he wanted to be his bestman for the wedding, Prompto nearly freaking had an aneurysm the poor eager hyped thing. 

Best supportive buddy ok, pls hug.

Nyx

He knew via Gladio.

Because guess who’s Gladio’s WINGMAN AYEEEEEEE

Cor, actually

BUT NOT THIS TIME. This time Nyx bby. Cor was Advice Man. Nyx was Accomplice Mate.

Gladio would tell Nyx his progress with his crush. Nyx would always listen because it was so stupidly adorable. 

It started because both would take longer in the training halls than the rest so they’d often meet at the shower/dressing room, and conversation started little by little. Conversation on Ignis first came up when a sixteen year old Gladio was being a bit clumsy, dropping his stuff and putting his shirt backwards and stuff, so of course an amused Nyx had to ask.

“I’m…we’re…some friends and I are going out tonight but…there’s…there’s this guy I like and I’m a bit nervous and…”

Nyx Romantic Aid Buddy senses tingled.

25 year old Nyx thinks IT’S SO CUTE OMG THE TEENAGE SHIELD HAS A CRUSH THAT’S SO AMUSING LMAO so he tried to help

Helped Gladio gather his stuff, dress nice, and calm down by talking smooth and cool with him, and inspired him to go ask that boy out or, if not, at least impress him.

From that day on, Nyx would ask just casually how things were going with the crush, and Gladio would inform. 

And it went on for YEARS lmao both as a crush and when they were already boyfriends and so on

Gladio first kept informing him of what he THOUGHT Ignis thought of him but no advances

“You know, Gladio, it’s been quite a while since you first told me of your crush and you still haven’t asked him out?”

“IT’S NOT THAT EASY TO ASK A GOD OUT IN A DATE, I’M SORRY I’M SUCH A MORTAL.”

Nyx kept encouraging him day after day after day, and it was perhaps partly the reason Gladio dared say anything. either because he was inspired or just annoyed lol

When they started talking about it, at first Nyx had no idea who the crush was and Gladio forgot to tell him alkajsd

One day when Nyx first started insisting Gladio ask him out, Gladio insisted he couldn’t do it and after a long while he just went “it’s just…it’s…it’s…Iggy? you know…the prince’s adviser?”

Nyx went  .u.  ohno that’s adorable best friend crush

Guess who now is not being very subtle on it (thankfully Iggy won’t notice lmao)

Every time Nyx sees Ignis now, HE FLINCHES AND GOES ALL EXCITED LIKE GASP “HELLO IGNIS :D”

Ignis is ??? h…hello mr glaive that never before spoke to me until now out of nowhere and so excitedly and daily?? 

Nyx can’t HELP IT HE’S SO EXCITED IT’S GLADIO’S CRUSH OMG THEY’VE SPOKEN ABOUT HIM SO MUCH HE CAN’T HELP BUT GET ALL EXCITED

Also, whenever he gets the chance, he freaking. MISLEADS IGNIS ON PURPOSE TO MAKE HIM GO WITH GLADIO.

“Mr. Ulric, would you happen to know where lord Drautos is?”

“n- YES. YES OMG YES YOU ASKED THE RIGHT GUY, HE’S AT THE EAST WING, THIRD FLOOR, MAIN HALL.”

Guess which Amicitia is holding guard in that room.

Nyx is accidentally bumping into either of them when they’re together trying to make them fall into each other into a romantic awkward hug that will turn into an adorable ask out for a date.

Nyx this isn’t a romantic tv show it doesn’t work like that you just made Gladio drop his candy

Nyx is giving Gladio A THOUSAND NOT SUBTLE SIGNS when he sees him with Ignis

Gladio is trying to have a casual, normal conversation with Ignis.

From above Ignis’ head he can see, at the other end of the hallway, a HYSTERICAL NYX JUMPING, BOUNCING IN HIS SPOT, FLAILING THE ARMS, MAKING FACES, MOUTHING SOMETHING, AND MAKING SIGNS OF “HUG HIM”, “KISS HIM”, “TELL HIM”, “YOU CAN DO IT”

Gladio is unable to focus in what Ignis is telling him because Nyx is flexing like a gorilla while making strange faces.

Nyx throws Gladio into meeting with Ignis without preparing him.

Nyx and Gladio are standing at a hallway just talking and chatting casually and GASP IGNISISCOMINGGOGOGOGOGOGOOG *SHOVES HIM INTO THE OTHER HALLWAY MAKING HIM NEARLY FALL AGAINST IGNIS*

Nyx thinks Gladio is ignoring him when he’s making signs to him so he’s now literally MAKING SIGNS TO HIM, like. A cardboard piece with a message on it NYX WAS TRYING TO GIVE GLADIO DIALOGUES LMAO HOW IS HE SUCH A DORK

Nyx is switching the conversation to Ignis if Ignis is passing by.

Gladio and Nyx are talking about some food stall they both seem to know and AH YES IT’S SO NICE YOU THINK THAT OF IGNIS, GLADIO

Gladio’s constantly made a blushing, nervous mess in these situations when Ignis turn to look and Nyx just KEEPS GOING. 

When Gladio told Nyx he had finally asked Ignis out and he said yes, Nyx stood on the bench and literally roared out “Yes” to the roof with the arms open and down like a dinosaur screeching. 

Every time Gladio is talking with Ignis now, or hugging him or anything, when he looks up from behind Ignis, there’s Nyx alone or with his other two friends making thumbs up and nodding and JESUS LORD CAN YOU NOT STARE GUYS, STOP.

Best Romance Aid Buddy, please hug.

Libertus

Libertus knew via Nyx.

Libertus wasn’t the slightly shaken. He had this blank face on as he kept drinking from his smoothie. Calmly put it down. 

“Weren’t those two brothers?”

Libertus is still a bit lost in the royal families’ relationships.

Nyx is sharing slight harmless gossip on the situation with Libertus. Libertus doesn’t really care much but he’s happy to hear Nyx. Not like he has lots of options anyway lmao

“He ALMOST asked him out this time but he shied away again, dammit.”

“Bummer.”

“I know.”

“LIB, HE SAYS IGNIS DROPPED A HINT TODAY, THAT’S A SIGN.”

“nice”

“I KNOW.”

Libertus is busier in his own stuff and world to care about people he rarely interacts with, but Nyx’s excitement slowly catches his attention with time.

Even Libertus can’t be saved from some cute romantic story.

Eventually, it’s Libertus who approaches Nyx for the gossip.

“Yo. How is Shield boy doing?”

“THEYWENTOUTALONEINANONOFFICIALDATE BUTTHATCOUNTSASADATERIGHT OMG MY BOY IS PROGRESSING”

“Nice.”

The curiosity, of course, leads him to start spying a bit as well.

There we have Ignis standing in a hallway reviewing some papers when he feels a stare, so he turns and there, in the distance, is some Glaive that’s never spoken to him, smiling at him, and waving.

what the hell

Now every time Nyx gets all hyped because he’s seeing Gladnis interact, Libertus gets dragged along so he just stands there and stares too. 

Nyx is the “IMPRESS HIM, HUG HIM, YOU’VE GOT HIM NOW KISS HIM” guy. Libertus is the kind to make *index fingers goes into the O formed by other hand’s thumb and index* signs at Gladio.

Libertus is going with Amicitia junior to get a laugh from how she talks about Gladnis. 

“And the other day Ignis went to our house and he helped papa prepare dinner, and it was very delicious and I had a wonderful time, Ignis is great and I always tell papa to adopt him and sell Gladdy at the market.”

Libertus finds little Iris’ sister talk funny. 

Libertus is shoving condoms into early-relationship-stages-Gladio’s pockets so they fall off while he’s talking with Ignis just to make them both embarrassed.

“Gladio?”

“I DIDN’T. PUT IT THERE, NO, IT’S NOT- NO, I REALLY MEANT JUST DINNER, THIS WASN’T- NO.”

When they do start having sexual interaction, though, Gladio just gets free condoms now and joke is on Libertus.

Libertus just wants to have fun.

Crowe

Crowe’s confused, but hell does she support that.

“I THOUGHT LITTLE GLASSES KID WAS ACE?”

Why was Nyx the only one that wasn’t surprised, where are you two dorks getting all your info from omg

Crowe noticed before Nyx told her.

Crowe’s sharp on this one. She did think Iggy was ace, but she wasn’t 100% sure because she could see the signs.

Crowe’s like (ಠ‿ಠ) every time she sees them interact after the first time he caught a first glimpse of a sign.

Sort of like how Libertus started waving hello at Ignis from afar, except she’s much sneakier and hasn’t been caught and does the creepy (ಠ‿ಠ)

Crowe’s trying to set them up every time. Indirectly.

She’s asking Luche to smack Pelna without him knowing Drautos will be watching so Drautos is chiding Luche and Pelna for their kidly fight, getting Drautos busy and distracted a bit, Cor will be curious and will approach and ask what’s going on, Gladio will look for Cor because he’s late for his training, so he’s going to ask someone if they know where Cor is, and Crowe is SO MAKING ANOTHER OF THESE LARGE PLANS TO HAVE IGNIS BE THAT ONE PERSON AT QUESTION REACH.

Crowe this is unnecessarily intrincate stop

Crowe’s giving flirting advice to Gladio, too

Glaive Trio = Gladio’s Wingmen Squad

Nyx is the supportive cheering guy. Libertus is the sexual jokes dork. Crowe is the STYLE ADVISER.

“Sweetie, you don’t want to tell him that. Unbutton the collar, your hair a bit more like…this, chin up, and you give him a look like you don’t care about anything. You grab his shoulder. And now a smolder as we practiced. Voice deep. Tone smooth, but sound a little raspy. And you say. Hey.”

Crowe’s giving Gladio a Judging Look every time he says he wasn’t able to ask Ignis out. It’s enough to make Gladio feel embarrassed and little (in a good way that makes him go YEAH IT’S NOT THE BIG THING I CAN DO IT.)

“You’re such a nerd with your condom jokes, Libertus.”

Crowe is making condom jokes, too, the double faced nerd.

Crowe is telling Gladio she could lend him her bike to impress Ignis.

“Just a problem, Crowe.”

“Hm?”

“…I don’t know how to ride this. And he does, so I don’t think he’s gonna be impressed.”

Dork.

Crowe is trying to make Gladio grab that Sexy Attitude, BUT HE’S JUST. TOO MUCH OF A NERD, HOW DOES HE HAVE ANY REPAIR.

Crowe SLAPS HIM WHEN HE SAYS HE’S NOT WORTHY OF IGGY.

“OF COURSE YOU’LL NEVER BE WITH THAT MINDSET, WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU YOU ARE? EXACTLY. WORTHY. NOW GO GET YOUR DATE WITH THAT BOY.”

((it’s nice slap, no worry))

Crowe is the dangerous (harmless) threatening friend that will insist as in REALLY insist for asking the crush out.

Nyx tells her and Libertus for the tenth time that Gladio chickened out last minute again.

Crowe is going over to Gladio.

“It’s not that hard, boy. I swear to the Six, if you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you.”

“I…I can’t…”

“…”

“…”

“Ok, I’m going.”

Crowe actually. WENT WITH IGNIS. 

Gladio’s standing in the hallway internally screeching so hard his face is red and he’s about to have a heart attack while flailing all over the place, and Crowe’s getting to Iggy.

Gladio thinks she’s just kidding and will just walk past him.

Crowe’s tapping Ignis on the shoulder and now they’re talking.

Gladio’s on the floor spazzing.

He can’t live anymore bye.

Crowe’s just making casual talk with Ignis lmao just did it to make Gladio have that breakdown because AH YOU DIDN’T LIKE HOW IT FELT, DID YOU? DID YOU???? WELL NEXT TIME I’LL DO IT FOR REAL SO YOU ASK HIM OUT NOW, BOY.

Crowe’s stealing Iris when Gladnis want lonely time but don’t want Iris to like. Suspect anything kajsdka.

Crowe’s clearing the area for Gladnis when they’re all smoochie snuggly and some idiot like Luche is about to walk by.

Hey Luche. *throws a towel to his face*

Crowe is warping to Gladnis when they’re about to smooch just to startle them lmao

Crowe’s having more fun than Libertus

Sometimes, after or while making out with Ignis, Gladio looks up and Crowe’s on the other end of the hallway like (ಠ‿ಠ) *eyebrow wiggle*

Crowe no

Crowe’s always. ALWAYS. The one finding them the secret spots in the Citadel when they want a quicky.

Gets them the tools, too *eyebrow wiggle*

Good girl Crowe approves.

Cor

*HYPERVENTILATES*

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED HERE, YOU KNOW I FUCKING LOVE COR WITH A PASSION

He knew about it through Regis because…fanboy #1 had to tell all his friends of course.

Cor is mid sandwich when Regis KICKS HIS DOOR OPEN

“CORHAPPYNEWSIGNISANADGLADIOAREOFFICIALLYDATINGNOW”

Cor still has his mouth half-opened for the bite he was about to take. Regis is welcoming himself in his office and grabbing a chair and sitting all while rambling near screeching

“YOUSHOULDHAVESEENIGNIS’FACEOMG BOYWASBEAMINGWITHJOYITWASSOCUTE HEWASLIKEANDIWASLIKEITOTALLYHAVETOASKHIMSOIDIDANDGUESSWHATHAPPENEDITWASSOCUTE”

Regis was so excited he left without having had one word from Cor.

Cor sat there in silence with the sandwich in his hands while his brain processed what just happened.

When he understood he just smiled, lifted the eyebrows, thought “who would have thought”, and continued eating his sandwich.

Have mercy on him, he’s dry and cold and a stone.

Cor was always Gladio’s Advice Man. Nyx encourages, Cor guides.

Cor is petting Gladio on the head every time he’s pining or moping about being unable to ask Iggy out.

Cor is Practice Dummy for Gladio’s attempts at how to confess.

It didn’t work lol

Gladio told Cor about his crush. IGNIS TOLD COR about HIS crush. COR KNEW ABOUT IT BEING A MUTUAL THING. BUT DID HE SAY SOMETHING. DID HE FUCKING. SAY SOMETHING.

NO. COR LEONIS DIDN’T SAY A FUCKING THING.

“Wait you knew all along? Why didn’t you tell any of us!? It would have made it much easier, we’d have known it was mutual and we’d have confessed earlier.”

“…it wasn’t my secret to tell.”

COR >:|

Cor is the most supportive uncle you’ll ever find. From afar. Very quietly.

Cor is there to support Clarus too when Clarus becomes a Lost Papa on the matter. Doesn’t understand much as Cor doesn’t have a similiar experience, but a buddy can always listen.

Cor is there to support Ignis when he becomes a little insecure as to if it’s alright to be dating someone from the second most important family of all Lucis and maybe Eos.

Cor is there to support Gladio when he becomes a little insecure as to whether or not he’s being a good partner as he thinks Ignis deserves because it never feels like he’s doing enough.

Always having his mug of coffee with him, of course.

Ignis’ parents are forcing him into extra training time?

Oh my what a shame I have no extra space for that….bUT YOU CAN ALWAYS COME INTO MY SIX PM TRAINING WITH ANOTHER MATE BUT I DON’T THINK YOU’LL HAVE TROUBLES WITH SHARING RIGHT?

Ignis himself is overdosing on work and refuses to listen even to Gladio.

Cor is KNOCKING HIM OUT. ACCIDENTALLY. DURING TRAINING. A C C I D E N T A L L Y.

Ignis is nervous about dinner with the Amicitia.

Cor secretly made sure to put Clarus in a really good mood before work shift was over.

“I’m sad. I have watch on the main hall at five, so it won’t be over in a good couple hours, and Iggy finally had some free time today…”

Cor is fucKING SNATCHING THAT WATCH. NO ONE IS PAYING HIM FOR THESE EXTRA HOURS BUT DOES HE FUCKING CARE. 

NO

Boys went out late at night and were home pretty late. Clarus was angry.

“They were at my place. Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Cor :0

it fine they young let them live 

who would have thought that under that stoic face there was such a nice devil, Cor

Cor is always number one person they go to when they want to share some Gladnis thing in conversation. It’s just so easy to talk with him, he has no expressions and doesn’t answer, it’s like talking to a lamppost.

He does give advice or comfort if needed, though.

Cor always comes up with holidays plans or discounts for the two.

“Do you look up holidays for two on your spare time just to tell us?”

“…they pop up randomly in my computer.”

Cor you don’t use your computer.

Cor is a bit too honest. Doesn’t mean any harm, he’s jsut being honest.

“You don’t want to kiss Gladio today. He’s stinky.”

COR 

Cor dealing with Gladnis in the everyday

“Ok, we’re in for our sparring session today, we-”

“Cor can I go smooch Iggy? He’s over there at the window :3″

“…”

“…”

“No. Defeat me and you can”

“D:”

“Ok, today’s session-”

“*Ignis’ sad puppy eyes*”

“-is cancelled, I heard Gladiolus is at the fifth floor, go look for him and say hello for me.”

he’s not giving preferences lmao he just has to train Gladio but couldn’t resist Ignis’ unintentional sad puppy eyes. WHO IN THIS WORLD CAN.

Cor is answering for them to the media.

“Mister Gladiolus, is it true you and Ignis Scientia are dating?”

“No, we’re not.”

“No, I was asking-”

“I’m not.”

“…I was-”

“No.”

Cor sees the struggle they go through with the media and Noct jumping in to save them and thinks it’s very noble so let’s give the boy a break, and be the shield ourselves.

Cor is now bodyguard for the Gladnis in public.

“Mister Amicitia!”

“Yes?”

“No, I mean Mister Amici”

“Y e s ?”

Media tries to go to Ignis

“…m…mister…Scienti-”

Cor’s popping out of nowhere with his dead face like

“Y E S?”

Cor’s using the Gladnis to encourage them to train harder.

“If you want to save him you have to defeat me.”

“COR, NO, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, THAT’S NOT HOW- NO”

“And I’m not having mercy on you, hm”

“BUT WHY WOULD YOU PUT GLADIOLUS IN A CAGE, HE’S NOT EVEN CONSCIOUS”

Ignis is tied to the ceiling somehow

“COR NO”

“Get through me and he’ll be safe”

“COR THIS IS NOT PEDAGOGIC.”

They won only once. Because Ignis broke out of the cage. and maybe they had Nyx help. And maybe Cor was blindfolded.

He’s the Legend, you can’t just win against Cor like it’s nothing.

Uncle Cor picked Gladio’s wedding suit. 

Uncle Cor will be the most hysterical loving grand uncle but we’re not there yet akldsjf

Uncle Cor good boi he approves and likes yes yes

Iris

NOW HERE IS THE TEA.

S I S T E R  I N  L A W   I R I S

Iris the Adorable and Equally Frightening. Iris the Badass. Iris the kiddo. AS HER ROLE IN GLADNIS.

Iris was like nine or ten when Gladnis became official.

You know fanboy #1 and fanboy #2. BUT THIS IS FANGIRL #1 BABY GIRL IRIS IS ABSOLUTELY HYSTERICAL FOR GLADNIS.

Iris likes Ignis and has always done. She once asked Santa Crys that Clarus adopted Ignis because he’s just such a good Big Bro.

Iris did genuinely asked Clarus once to adopt Ignis and sell Gladio at the market. 

She loves Gladdy wholeheartedly, it’s just Sibling Stuff.

Ignis has always been good to Iris since even before he and Gladio were a thing, and it’s always been genuine, not just that “get the little sibling love to have easier access” thing. 

Ignis and Iris even spend time alone without Gladio.

Ignis has gone to pick Iris up from school.

Ignis has given Iris his jackets if it’s cold or raining.

Ignis has cooked for Iris a million times.

Ignis has been her confidant for YEARS for things she feels too shy to share with anyone else, even Gladio.

Why do I feel I’ve already written Ignis-Iris headcanons and these exact same? 

Ignis constantly lets Iris use him as model for make-up or nails or hair.

Iris constantly sews plushies for him. Ignis has a whole shelf full of little and big plushies he’s been gifted.

Iris will go to Ignis if she sees him and try to drag him home since she was like seven.

Ignis nearby? Yes, papa, we’re taking him home. What do you mean no? I will feed him and make a bed for him in the living room.

Iris, he’s not a pet aksjdf

Iris and Ignis have their own little bubble and Gladio’s not allowed in, I’m sorry

There they are the two dorks. They’re talking. They’re talking about SOMETHING. What is it? What is it? YOU WILL NEVER KNOW. WHY THEY ARE GIGGLING, YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.

Iris spoke so much and for so long about Clarus adopting Ignis that Gladio was a bit scared of how she would manage the news of them in a relationship because that would cut the option of adopting him.

Iris took it surprisingly well.

A bit too well.

Iris screeched.

Iris jumped out her window. 

Her room is on the second floor.

It’s fine, she’s trained since little because the little shit could never sit still and Cor had to do something to at LEAST teach her to land since age 5 because the gods know this child needs to know how to land.

Iris ran around the house for an hour before she got tired and collapsed in the grass, and even there she kept flailing and screeching.

Clarus arrived home to Gladio calmly watching TV eating ice-cream while a nine year old Iris was sprawled on a side of the house like her sould abandoned her.

Iris is a Prompto equivalent of The Asker.

“HOW WAS IT. WHO TOLD WHO. WHERE DID YOU GO. HOW MANY DATES HAVE YOU HAD. HAVE YOU ALREADY KISS. WHY HADN’T YOU TOLD ME BEFORE. WILL YOU MARRY HIM. GLADDY TELL ME MORE.”

Someone is knocking on Gladio’s door at two a.m.

“Gladio have you told him you love him.”

Gladio closed the door in her face.

Iris never stopped trying to drag Ignis home even when she was already 15.

There she is, calmly going, grabbing Ignis’ wrist, and saying nothing while heading to Clarus’ car.

Family dinner at the Amicitia, nothing is going on, nothing relevant has happened for months, everyone is quiet and

*LOUD FIST SMASH ON THE TABLE*

“YOU HAVE TO MARRY HIM OR I’LL BE SO FREAKING ANGRY, GODS DAMMIT”

The happiest motherfucking day in Iris’ life was when Ignis called at her door, sat down on her floor, and said “Would you be so kind as to teach me to make a moogle plush toy myself? I’d love to make one for Gladio.”

Iris taught both Gladio and Ignis to sew moogle plushes AND SHE WAS SO HYSTERICALLY FREAKING C LO S E TO TELL EACHE OTHER “HE’S MAKING ONE FOR YOU TOO OMG THE COINCIDENCE, WHAT WERE THE ODDS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Iris is fan #1 of Prompto’s Gladnis photos and is always asking him to show her.

Iris gets some of those photos framed. She’s not even gifting them to them, she’s just putting them at the livign room because LOOK AT THIS HAPPY FAMILY, THAT’S MY BROTHER IN LAW AND MY BROTHER AREN’T THEY THE MOST BADASS ADORABLE COUPLE IN THE WORLD AREN’THEYGODDAMMIT!!?!??!

Gladio is annoying Iris on purpose.

“Gladdy, I’m gonna have Iggy kick your ass.”

Ignis is very much ready to kick Gladio’s ass if Iris asks him for it.

Iris likes to cause little harmless misunderstandings between the two just for the sake of it.

“?? Ignis? I thought I’d bring the tools.”

“?? No, I was told I’d bring the tools? What are we cooking if no one brought the food?”

Iris is containing the laugh from the living room. 

“Hey, I thought I’d forgotten my scarf here?”

“No, you took it home with-”

“…”

“…”

“Iris.”

“IT WASN’T ME, WHY DO YOU THINK EVERY TIME IGNIS COMES HOME LOOKING FOR SOMETHING AND DOESN’T FIND IT IT’S ME WHO TOLD HIM THAT JUST TO HAVE HIM COME OVER? PFFT.”

Iris sometimes gets gifts to give to Gladio so HE can give them to Ignis

“Iris, I already give him a bunch”

“IT’S NOT ENOUGH GLADDY”

Iris alongside with Prom is always trying to get them nice, romantic dates. Cheesy sometimes. Overly cheesy sometimes. 

There you see the whole scenery Prommy and Iris put up together in a garden, a tiny table and cushions for a comfy date, in a little silk-drapes tent decored with lights, candles, and a couple flowers.

“Iris we just wanted to watch dumb cartoons”

“SHUT UP THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ROMANTIC”

Not like Iggy and Gladio are complaining but omg the EFFORT

You know what sorta sister in law Iris is?

Gladio and Ignis are having a private conversation at the garden.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Iris from somewhere in the universe

“WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER”

Honestly how badass is Iris here, you pick on her, she brings forth her TWO BIG GUARDIAN BROTHERS 

Iris be. Cutest most troublesome most supportive sister in law since she’s a kid, ok? SHE’S MORE INTO GLADNIS THAN GLADNIS THEMSELVES.

AND THERE YA GO AKLSDJFGKLHJAD 

Aaaaaah man, this took quite longer than I expected, but was it worth it! I had lots of fun with it, and I hope you enjoyed it too? I REALLY HOPE SO BECAUSE THIS IS FOR YOU ALSKJDFDLGKJ

Also, I hope the midterm thing went okie!! Sending you lots of happy raccoonie thoughts for school to be gentle and go FANTASTIC! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Thanks for the ask and LOTSA MAGIC YAYS FOR YOU! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[jadetiggy]

STRUGGLE

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV (GANGSTER AU) PAIRING: Gladiolus Amicitia x Amalthea Leonis

PART 1 - BETROTHED

Thank you, @swiggle-muffin for being the first person to read it and to give her feedback. I hadn’t been writing in a long time due to being busy with my studies and with work. 

@babelast also thank you for the drawing she did of Cor and Amalthea (my OC).

She stared at her phone in disbelief. It would have been a lie if she did not feel angry. Her heart raged when Weskham told her about the agreement. She loved her father, but Cor Leonis’ decision to marry her off without consulting her first was unjust. What made matters worse, Amalthea got betrothed to a well-known playboy; without her approval no less! She was only eight years old when her father decided to send her to Altissia to leave the family business; to be safe from any bloody dispute but as she got older, she decided to be part of the family business. Then, two decades later, she receives news that she was somebody’s fiancée.

She sat at the bar; pressing her temple with her thumb. While Weskham wiped the rock glass, sniggering to himself. He watched his goddaughter and recalled how he trained Amalthea Leonis to fight and defend herself. There, she sat, frustrated at her father’s brash decision. The dark-skinned man with dreadlocks tried to find the right words to say to the young woman. He may understand Cor’s motives, but he felt that Cor should have spoken to Amalthea first. Amalthea buried her face into her arms as she grumbled. Golden liquid filled the rock glass in front of her. “Drink up, Girl. You need it,” Weskham said in his usual fatherly manner.

Amalthea looked at the glass and picked it up. “Is Cor Leonis trying to sell me off?”

“Don’t think of it that way, Girl. Cor does many things but selling his daughter isn’t one. You know how being in the business is,” Weskham tried to explain. Her sighs somewhat broke his heart. All those years, he saw Amalthea as the daughter he never had, but there she sat with the rock glass in her hands. “You better hurry back to your flat. You need to pack to go home to Insomnia.”

Amalthea lazily made her way back to her flat. She had wondered about her father’s lack of visit as of late. She'd be lying if she did not feel angry, but she tried to take it as bringing honour to her family. She knew Weskham had already arranged a boat for her. The flat suddenly felt empty, despite all her possessions being in its place. The message from her father stated that he needed her back in Insomnia, and she had the freedom to go back to Altissia if she needed to.

“Why him? Of all person. Of all the men in Insomnia, why him?” Amalthea asked out loud. She poured herself a glass of scotch and sank into her favourite armchair. Sipping her drink, she stared at the fire dancing within the fireplace. Slowly, her eyes grew heavy, and she slipped into a dreamless slumber.

The ride back Galdin Quay was a tiring one. She hated it, though. She knew the reunion with her father was going to be a heated one. Although, her father's distillery business boomed through export and import, and that had earned the Leonis family a few enemies.

"Back here again, and probably for a very long time," she sighed, standing in front of her family house. She entered the house, inhaling the scent that was weirdly new but old to her.

"Miss Leonis, you're home," the old housekeeper, Sapphire Everest greeted the young mistress. Amalthea spent eight years of her early life brought up by Sapphire. She saw Sapphire as a mother figure since her mother lost her life to bring Amalthea into the world.

Amalthea embraced the elderly woman, "It is good to see you, Sapphire." She recalled Sapphire's scent of soft flowers. "You've grown since I last saw you," Sapphire said, pinching Amalthea's soft cheek.

"I did not expect you to arrive this early," Cor said.

Amalthea turned and looked up at her father at the top of the stairs, "Hello, Dad." She went up the stairs and embraced her father. As usual, Cor felt warm and smelt of musk and tobacco. She did not know how to start questioning her father but judging from his face; she knew he had difficulties telling her what led him to the decision.

"Get freshened up, I got some explaining to do," Cor said, his voice almost ringing in remorse and worry. Amalthea stood perplexed before her father. "You remember where your room is, yes?" he asked. His little smile made Amalthea chuckled. He smiled even wider, hearing his daughter's laughter. He still saw his daughter as the little girl who ran around the house playing with him when he had time, but there she stood as a grown woman running his business for him in Altissia. Questions of his motives started toying with his thoughts. He wondered if he had done the right thing.

The warm water flowing down her skin left a comforting feeling to her senses. A lot filled her mind, especially the look her father gave when he told her that he has some explaining to do. The look of worry filled his tired face left a feeling of discomfort.

Cor sipped his whiskey as he waited nervously for Amalthea. He needed to find the right words to tell her about his decision. He knew what he did without consulting her made her angry. The memories of Artemisia filled his mind; how she used to be the voice of reason. He wondered if he made the right decision to marry her off to the son of Clarus Amicitia to unite their families.

The house felt lively since she stepped back into the house. For Sapphire, Amalthea brought life everywhere she went; even when there’s death involved. Sapphire watched over the girl since the day she was born into the world, taught Amalthea everything she knew. The day Cor brought his baby girl home, Sapphire knew that that little girl was going to be a beacon of the family, but Cor’s decision was not what Sapphire had in mind.

Cor looked up from his newspaper when he noticed Amalthea entering her father’s office. Instinctively, he folded his newspaper and leant back. “Amalthea, first of all, I want to apologise to you for making such a decision without consulting you first,” he started. His heart pounded in his chest as he avoided eye contact with his daughter. He knew it was not a good sign if she did not say anything; her silence meant discontentment. The thought of the head of the Bloody Roar fearing of his own daughter’s silence and probably resentment tickled his senses.

“Dad. Why must it be the Amicitia boy?” Amalthea sighed. “Of all the men in Insomnia, of all the families you chose, you chose my rival,” she started venting. She did wonder why did Cor agree to an alliance with the head of the War Shields.

“Of all the families in Insomnia, Girl. I have no issues with the War Shields, and by uniting in matrimony, you and Clarus' son, we will be stronger. We will be a family instead of a normal ally.”

“Clarus’ son though... at least ask me first, Dad!” she sighed. “And you’ve always told Weskham that you wanted what was best for me. This isn’t the best for me. I don’t want to be married to a playboy...”

Cor blinked at his daughter. He now knew exactly why she disagreed to the marriage. He intended to unify the two families to form a strong allegiance. “Amalthea!” he piped, and immediately she stopped venting. The only way for him to get her to stop was to call her by her name. “Clarus and I decided on this because we want to expand our business. I will run the distillery, while Clarus will provide the manpower for us. He has a weapon factory and a gambling den. With Clarus, we have Cid who manufacture vehicles. It’s all business,” Cor explained.

“But... why marriage?”

“If anything happens to either Clarus or me, you or Gladio can stand together and avenge us. I need you to be with someone who can protect you when I can’t,” he stopped.

“Dad... I am capable...”

“I know you are, Girl but I want you to continue my legacy as Clarus wants Gladio to continue his legacy,” Cor reasoned.

Amalthea knew she had to oblige to her father’s wishes. “I won’t be surprised if this is Clarus’ strategy to tame his wild son,” Amalthea joked.

Cor smiled at his daughter. He could not deny that was the truth that Gladio was a wayward sort and was often seen around with the girls. Most of all, Cor felt a feeling of surprised knowing that Amalthea knew about Gladio’s reputation in Insomnia. “Let’s bet, Girl,” he teased his daughter.

A curve appeared on her lips, and she nodded. She enjoyed betting with her father, as she often won big Gil betting against him.

"Cor!" a familiar voice greeted from behind. Amalthea knew whose voice it belonged to. If he was there, her future husband could be there as well. Cor got off his chair and greeted Clarus.

Amalthea got off her chair and turned to Clarus to greet him when she bumped into Gladio’s chest. She looked up at him and expected a smug but his look of surprise shock her. “Oh, sorry,” she apologised, but she was not even sure if her apology had been a sincere one or not. Upon her apology, he smirked at her, and that turned her off.

“So, you’re the one... You don’t look like how I imagined you,” he commented. The look in his eyes as he studied her from head to toe indicated perversion.

She fumed when she heard his remark. She wanted to land her fist into his face, but she thought about her father. And the intention of the wedding. She pursed her lips and turned away from him, making her way towards the seat on her father’s right. “My friend, I’m glad you made time on such short notice to meet Amalthea.”

Clarus’ warm smile made her wonder of the vast difference in attitude between the father and son. How did such a sweet-looking man end up having a cocky son? She noticed that Gladio hadn’t stopped checking her out, and it made her feel uncomfortable. To her, it felt like he had already ripped her clothes off her body with his ember eyes. “I remember you when you were still cradling in your father’s arms,” Clarus laughed, putting his hand out. “Tight grip!” Clarus commented as Amalthea shook his hand. “Your daughter is strong, Cor.”

Gladio grinned as he put his hand out. “Good to meet you after a long time, Amalthea.”

“Pleasure,” she said flatly. She side-eyed Gladio and noticed the way he looked at her. She decided it was best to ignore him. Her gun tucked in her holster nicely, but she knew it was best if she did not use it. She had to act civil towards him. She did not want to disrespect her father and Clarus, whom she has respect for. Slowly, she made her way to take her seat behind her father, and faced Clarus and Gladio, to discuss the wedding arrangement.

[thechocoboos]

Strawberries

I’ve had Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon on the brain thanks to @angelic-guardienne and so this was born. I’m a slut for farming sims, but I’m also a wh0re for Cor, so enjoy.

Courting your love interest? More like CORting him 

Pairing: Cor/Reader Words: 1886 Genre: Fluff

Cor was a simple man with a simple life. He woke up at dawn every morning just to stand out under the sun, clearing his fields and tending to his crops and cattle as he had done his whole life. It was all he cared about, doing the best he could to have a successful farm.

At least, it was all he cared about until you came along.

He hadn’t thought much of the new person in town, not even when he met you. But then, you approached him one day, introducing yourself once more and asking him for some advice on growing strawberries. There was a bright look in your eyes and the cutest smile on your face, all of which radiated the utmost excitement and interest. He thought it was refreshing, someone actually interested in the care that goes into growing crops. However, having it come from the newest arrival in town left him more confused than not, but a certain sense of curiosity came with it.

The next time he passed your house, there was a fresh patch of strawberry plants growing in your yard, and the old house had a nice yard for the first time in twenty years. It had caught him off guard, seeing new flowers and bushes growing and the lawn freshly mowed, but the sight left him pleasantly surprised. His curiosity grew.

Cor didn’t have another conversation with you for a while beyond brief nods on his part and smiles from you as you two locked eyes across the street.

However, as that spring came to a close, there was a knock on his front door one afternoon. He had finished up his morning chores early and was finally taking some time to himself, only to open his door to you standing there.

There was light sunburn coating your cheeks, your eyes bright and a basket of familiar red berries hanging from your hands. “Hi, Cor!”

He was surprised, his blue eyes widened slightly and his lips parted in a small “o” of surprise. 

“So, I got my first batch of strawberries and there were a lot of them…” You let out a nervous chuckle, slightly intimidated by the farmer in front of you. He looked nice in a thin red flannel and jeans, but you tried not to think about that. “As a thank you for your advice, I wanted to bring some by?” You held the basket out to him, your cheeks flushing for reasons other than your sunburn.

Cor wasn’t met with situations like this. He was a lone farmer who didn’t really hang around anyone, beyond maybe Regis and Clarus who were usually busy with their own town functions. He gingerly took the basket, looking rather stunned. It wasn’t often someone did something this kind for him. “Thank you,” He said, voice warm, a small smile appearing on his face. 

“Well, uh, that’s it, so--I’ll just head out then.” You managed to say, not thinking this far into the plan. Bobbing your head awkwardly, turned to leave, giving him a small wave and praying that you didn’t do something weird.

Cor watched you leave, the basket in one hand as he vaguely wondered why his heart was beating so fast.

He went for the strawberries later that evening and found a note attached to them. It was written in messy handwriting, the letters uneven and sloppy, but the words themselves endearing.

“Cor, thanks for your tips on the strawberries! Clarus mentioned that you were a big fan of them, so I thought it might be nice to give you some as a thank you. Forever thankful, your neighbor and their new green thumb”

It was cute. And so was the tiny strawberry doodled in the corner of the index card. Cor wasn’t even aware of his small smile until he bit into the first strawberry, his smile growing. It wasn’t the best strawberry in the world, but it was sweet and not too firm--very good for a beginner. The thought of your bashful smile as you presented the thoughtful gift to him made him smile even more, and he hoped that he could cross paths with you again soon.

A week later, Cor was harvesting some crops of his own. He recalled Clarus mentioning how “that new kid” was struggling with growing vegetables, knowing that the “new kid” was most certainly you. Setting a few turnips and cabbages aside, he made a mental note to return the strawberry favor, and he did.

A few days later, there was a basket at your front door. Cor was admittedly too nervous to give it to you in person, but he told himself that he was simply too busy to try and track you down, trying to squash the butterflies in his stomach the whole time.

The basket was full of turnips and cabbages, and as you dug further into it, there were a few turnip seeds and even a couple cabbage seeds, all attached to a note of his own. His handwriting was surprisingly neat, describing in detail how to care for turnips and cabbages.

“Clarus mentioned you were having trouble, thought these might help.” He wrote, signing off with a simple “Cor”. The note was simple, but the fully grown vegetables in the basket warmed your heart.

It was with that gift that a habit was formed between the two of you. You both began to swap crops and notes, hardly ever in person. You gave him blueberries and cranberries, cookies and muffins (especially after you found out that he had a soft spot for berry muffins). In return, he liked to leave fresh dairy products from his animals on your doorstep. Sometimes he left you other produce as well: fresh corn, plump tomatoes, soft peaches, and sweet potatoes. There wasn’t always a note, but when there was, it was always treasured. 

You two grew closer through your gift-giving, and when you saw each other in person, your conversations were enjoyable on both sides, despite how warm your blushing cheeks were.

A year of gift exchanges passed before a gift was given to you in person.

One of the spring festivals had been approaching, and a few days before the annual spring dance, someone came knocking at your front door. You were surprised to find Cor standing there, a slightly sheepish look on his face as he held his own basket of strawberries. 

There was a light blush on his cheeks, barely visible through his tan. He was wearing one of his stupidly cute flannels, the sleeves just rolled up past his elbows. The sight of his farmer’s tan made you want to giggle slightly, although the serious look in his blue eyes kept you on your toes.

He cleared his throat, “Morning, He coughed awkwardly, trying to keep his eyes on you. 

“Morning, Cor.” You smiled, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at him. “It’s not often I get to see you.”

He nodded, clearing his throat again. “I, uh, figured I should stop by in person for this,” He told you, holding out the basket of freshly picked strawberries. “Just got my first harvest for this spring, and I, uh, thought you might like to try the strawberries.”

You gingerly took the basket from him, smiling. The strawberries were bright and plump, looking absolutely wonderful. “Thank you, Cor, that’s really nice of you,” You told him, trying to squander your blush. Just a year ago, you had been the one in his place, giving him your first strawberries as you stood awkwardly on his own porch. It was nice having the roles reversed. You glanced back up at him, smiling, “I might try my hand at making some strawberry cake with these for the festival.”

The perfect segway.

“About the festival,” Cor began, feeling his cheeks growing warmer and his heart beat faster. He tried to squash those stupid butterflies in his stomach, but the second you looked back up at him, your gaze so curious, he fell even harder. “It’s pretty customary for folks to go to the dance in pairs--and, uh,” Astrals, why was he so bad at this? “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me. It--it doesn’t have to be a date, but…” He left the sentence hanging.

There was a beat of silence. Honestly, you were surprised, your eyes slightly wide and stunned. You never thought that he’d ask you--honestly, you thought you would’ve had to ask him. 

Cor felt himself panicking as the seconds ticked by, your lack of response terrifying him. He only found relief as your shock morphed into a smile, your cheeks glowing with a bright pink blush as you nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great.” You said, your own stomach filling with butterflies and your eyes even brighter. “As a date, if you’d be comfortable with that.” You added, your blush growing as your smile grew shy.

Cor’s face broke out into a smile, “I’d like that,” He said, letting out a breath of relief. His heart was hammering against his chest, and as he left, a stupidly big smile on his face, he couldn’t wait for the festival. 

Your date went swimmingly. That day, you two danced together, his calloused hands warm against your waist. With each step, you two grew closer and closer, your smiles both shy but your eyes bright. 

And that evening, you both kissed; it was the first of many. His lips were slightly chapped, but the kiss was soft and delicate in the moonlight, his rough hands so gentle on your cheeks and you found yourself wishing for more as he left you breathless. Luckily, you did get more over the years, many, many more kisses with embraces to accompany them.

Cor is still a simple man with a simple life, but now, he has you with him.

He still wakes up at the crack of dawn, but he likes to linger in bed with his arm over your waist, your soft breath warm against his chest and the thought of leaving you in the morning enough to make him just a bit late to let the cattle out. 

He loves to see you working on your beautiful garden outside of your shared house, smiling as you pat down the dirt around fresh flowers and guiltily rip weeds out from between the bushes.

The two of you spend the evenings curled up in the living room, quietly leaning against each other as you two read and occasionally watch the television, the house sometimes filled with quiet music or your hushed voices. 

He now likes to take many, many breaks throughout the day just to go inside and see your cute smile and to get soft kisses. It always gives him just enough of his energy back to finish his chores, and those few days where he didn’t take frequent breaks for your hugs, you made sure to go out yourself to give them.

Now, he doesn’t only care about tending to crops and caring for his cattle. He still loves it, just as much as he always has, but now he lives his life to care about you, too. And he still leaves out baskets of strawberries on the counter every morning, just for you. 

[allofeos]

First of all, apologies for the long post!

Annoyances with continuity between Chapter 9, Episode Ignis map layout, and overall content disparity.

It’s really jarring when you realize that Prompto and Gladio could’ve easily jumped the debris in the canal to check on Ignis. More-so when you get the loading screen of them in-game across the canal from where the DLC begins.

I circled where the loading screen is (the one saying “Here!”) and jotted out where each major event in Episode Ignis is at. The difference in the altar architecture is frustrating too. 

Nothing in the progression makes sense, his costume too for an example. Ignis’ costume was originally only his glasses off, thanks to PS4 save editing users. This was modified in the update in January/February. I’ll go over this again at the end.

That’s without factoring in the in-game time progression too: Chapter 9:

• Noctis at the palace: 10 am / 1000hrs.  • Lunafreya cutscene, then Prompto shows up: 1pm / 1300hrs. 

• Noctis tries asking Leviathan for her power, gets dumped onto the streets: 2pm / 1400hrs. 

• Lunafreya is stabbed by Ardyn, Noctis powered up and hits the altar: 4pm / 1600hrs.

Episode Ignis:

• Ignis is dumped out in the canal through to arriving at the altar: 5pm / 1700hrs.

• Ignis fights Ardyn: 7pm / 1900hrs.  

It’s a giant circle, there is no point to gathering the files and it’s a cop-out in the narrative for this and the party splitting up in the area. It literally takes a short bit in the game itself, to get to the bridge, and get across the canal where Ignis was knocked down to.

The insult for injury was after the all but completely irrelevant files (the file for Caligo is pretty bloody close to his Ultimania page!) for Ignis and Ravus, was that NEITHER of them got even a loading screen that did not provide information as a summary of events.

All of the loading screens featuring Ignis and Ravus within the DLC are ALL summaries of the three chapters, and the action for V2. V2, which managed to also rip off Lunafreya as well? We don’t even have mention of Caligo’s actions against Lunafreya within the Dawn trailer, but apparently Jared Hester’s demise is important enough to make a fuss about in Episode Ignis? Surely, there’s a mistake here, given that Jared Hester is in service to the Amicitia line?

Whilst I can agree that Gladio was ripped off in his own DLC, in contrast to Ignis we have more connections for Gladio, and know more of his personal life and family overall. We literally know fuck all about Ignis beyond him being assigned to work at the age of six.

Brotherhood didn’t even cover what it was supposed to for Ignis!

Tabata: Brotherhood: FFXV is a series of ten-minute animations, with five episodes currently planned, that shed light on how Noctis and his pals ended up traveling together. Normally you’d start an RPG by gathering a party. But in FFXV your allies are with you from the beginning. By illustrating how they came together

Ignis isn’t even brought up in another interview on Brotherhood prior to his episode.

Akio Ôfuji: It also helps show that the backgrounds of the characters in there, there are social standings as it were, so for exemple in the 3rd exemple that we just released we can see Gladio’s house, you can compare that to where Prompto lives.

Prompto’s house is actually quite small whereas Gladio lives in a big mansion. So this show that his family is a lot richer, Prompto’s parents they need to work very hard, they both work to support him and they aren’t particularly wealthy. So you can see the different social classes there.

In fact, Ignis’ little shoebox of an apartment isn’t even featured in the Film Collections Box artbook. The Amicitia mansion is, Prompto’s house is, Noctis’ apartment is, Lunafreya’s quarters within Fenestala Manor is as well. (I’m not even touching on the fact that there’s nothing regarding Ravus in the Lunafreya end of Brotherhood, especially given the Reddit Dataminer dug out that they apparently cut a mention of Ravus out of a flashback too in-game).

We don’t learn anything about Ignis beyond his duties in Brotherhood, Episode Ignis despite it being his DLC. We don’t even learn anything about Ravus in Episode Ignis for that matter either. 

The only personal tidbits we’ve learnt is that he has an uncle that is an attendant in Parting Ways. Even Ignis’ typical dossier doesn’t give us anything out of the normal. The Official Works expanded on it slightly (Ignis being akin to a family member), and in the aforementioned datamine there was a difference in Ignis’ profile which is pointless if they went with his family being advisers or stewards. Why? Because they never give us any information in regard to Ignis’ family whatsoever beyond the off-hand, barely there nod at his apparent uncle in Parting Ways. We never have any sort of notion of his uncle doing anything of the sort beyond relaying whether or not Regis will be permitting an audience with anyone. This means that whatever role written in his dossier is pointless with this lack of information.

With the new content for Comrades, Royal Edition we have absolutely no development whatsoever about Ignis being in his stated role of royal adviser, tactician, senior adviser to the crown, hand of the king and so-on. Gladio has stepped up into Clarus’ role, Prompto is leading the people, Cor is leading the Kingsglaive now, and Ignis is apparently alive, despite his sacrifice... but cooking I guess? Ignis doesn’t even get a little speech from The Mystic in his part of the Kings of Yore/Knights of the Round battle in the new Chapter 14 content. Gladio, Prompto are apparently attractive, but according to the Hero Highlights, Ignis is impressive for trying! That’s seriously it? Are you fucking kidding me? Really?

The same thing happens in regards to the NPCs talking about the guys, Cor and even Ravus being attractive, but the only off-hand comment that isn’t in regards to Ignis cooking is about him having an expensive notebook and questioning if he’s a spy in the no longer available Assassin’s Festival.

There is no backstory for Ignis, there is no real progression and/or development beyond the blindness and choosing to continue onward. Episode Ignis didn’t show us anything beyond loyalty, brotherhood, cooking, and memes about cooking. All of which we’ve known from the beginning and is in no way, shape or form expanding upon his character. 

I am completely on factoring in the content alone (not for fandom-related content), because I do not find nothing but loyalty to be a good basis, particularly given the reasoning in the Official Works is a “secret plan” with no reasoning for it. There’s even a really interesting thought experiment that I think is quite worth a read!

 This is also whilst completely remembering comments that were transcribed by multiple fans attending the 30th Anniversary fan event earlier in the year, the ones specifically about Ignis being difficult to write in contrast to Gladio and Prompto. They gave Ignis more screentime in Chapter 1, of which tend to be a cause of complaints from users being annoyed at being interrupted for certain underlevelled tutorial handling, and game-over mechanic prevention with preventing players from driving below level 30.

If we also tally the sidequests and tours off the top of my head: Ignis:

• Cooking tour.

• Cooking tour.

• Missing spectacles tour.

•  The only possible sidequest to miss in the base/unpatched game, requires you to be in Chapter 3 and at the Chocobo Ranch to pick it up via NPCs talking, and isn’t possible to complete (see the Disc of Cauthess) due to plot limitations. The quest isn’t even ended by Ignis, but rather Prompto and Gladio talking. Ignis has no comment about it!

• The only new addition is the cutscene after Titan, following the Royal/Windows Editions in March this year.

Gladio:

• Running tour.

• Fishing tour.

• Flowers for Iris tour.

• Cup Noodle quest.

• Scene with Titan.

Prompto:

• Photography tours x3.

• Photo ops.

• Photo op quest in Insomnia.

• Additional scenes at the motel with Noctis.

The main point of likely progression following the events of Chapter 9 is only brought up once in Chapter 14. It isn’t even discussed in Comrades: Departure, in contrast to Talcott.

Ignis? Apparently just pops into existence when Noctis is 5 (or 3 when one considers the repeated timeline error in the Ultimania, recently republished in the Official Works despite being amended within the official in-game dossier), and cooks.

In contrast for the DLC, we didn’t know about the connection between Gladio and Cor with Clarus not being around particularly much within the game. For that matter as well, we didn’t know how Prompto ended up within Insomnia despite his origins either. 

However, both tidbits from Gladio, and Prompto’s episodes about the first scar and heritage were actually mentioned in the Piggyback Final Fantasy XV Limited Edition guidebook (ISBN: 1908172983 / 9781908172983). There’s only a bit about Ignis’ duties, and how his hairstyle, glasses were styled as without anything really covering his DLC.

Honestly put, the general feeling seems to be fuck me for wanting to know about Ignis, Ravus in general and have some actual content balance out of a four-man party instead of the current disparity. That goes for all of the bros, just when you tally the actual information up it’s quite clear that Ignis is incredibly lacking.

It’s terrible that with this feeling, that the addition of Ignis with his hair down feels as though it is to make it seem as though there’s a content disparity in Ignis’ favour, when both he and Gladio were all but ripped off with their unlockable costumes.

However, unlike Episode Ignis, Episode Gladio had a unique area, unique bosses. Episode Prompto had a unique area, bosses, a costume for him and Aranea. Ignis didn’t get a unique area, new bosses, new costume beyond glasses which are not exclusive to his DLC as they have been included within Comrades in contrast to the others. The only new boss was Ravus, and Ardyn’s content is no longer exclusive as it has been utilized to rebalance the main game fight for Ardyn.

Ignis didn’t even get a new weapon model in contrast to the other two. According to the Reddit datamine, he did have different daggers originally, but why this was scrapped no one knows.

On the overall, Episode Ignis doesn’t fulfill the initial marketing for it:

And this is on the overall why it fails in multiple ways for covering Ignis properly within his own DLC. 

[cupnoodle-queen]

So I found a post by @yourscientistfriend that mentioned Prompto’s barcode has his genetic data on it and that, among other things, he’s A) not build to live long, and B) at high risk for neuro-degenerative diseases, and I’ve been absolutely ripping myself apart with that information and I just….

I’m sorry.

———Fading———

In his forties, Prompto started to forget things. Little things, like his keys or his phone or his earbuds.

“Typical Prompto,” Gladio had shrugged, smile wry but fond.

Ignis had allowed the worry to be shrugged off, perhaps because yes, Prompto had always been a bit scattered, but perhaps also because he didn’t want anything to be wrong.

When Prompto lost his camera, spending nearly a full day in utter panic—“The pictures, Iggy! I had pictures of Noct on—I have to find—Iggy, I don’t know where I last had it!”—before finding it in his darkroom, Ignis began to push harder, the concern rooting deep in his gut.

But memory goes with age, and gods knew they’d lived hard lives. And it was easy to assume it was merely that, as the months trickled by and Prompto seemed to be only mildly more forgetful with each year.

And then late one night in October, when the chill had hit Neo Insomnia with the first cruel stroke of winter, Prompto’s neighbor called, and Ignis found his friend shivering in the cold, wandering around his own block, lost and dazed and unsure of where he was.

The incident was brief, but it was terrifying. After that, they took steps. Gladio and Ignis made a point to check in several times a day, and while it wasn’t perfect it seemed to work well enough. For a while, Prompto was okay.

Until he wasn’t.

They lost track of him for half a day, phone calls unreturned, texts unanswered, and when Gladio visited to check on him, he found Prompto a few miles down his usual jogging route, staring disoriented at the park’s artificial pond as though he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

And, when Gladio pushed his voice past the lump of fear and apprehension and relief that he’d found him to ask why Prompto was there, his friend responded slowly, hazily, “I…I’m not sure?”

So they hired a nurse to stay with him most of the day, and Ignis and Gladio visited often. After a while, Ignis had practically moved himself into Prompto’s room. His evenings were spent researching, because there had been treatments for this—good ones—before the Fall, before the Darkness that left so much to rust and ruin. Much had been recovered in the Restoration, but not enough. Not nearly enough.

For a few years, they found a rhythm. The nurse stayed longer, and Ignis and Gladio were a near constant presence. And Prompto seemed to carry on just fine, interrupted by episodes few and far between of absence but still so often their Prompto that Ignis—foolish, foolish—allowed himself to lull. It was okay, he told himself. Prompto was okay.

Until he wasn’t.

Gladio would never admit to the hitch in his breath, would never tell a soul of the tear Ignis discreetly wiped away when they had to sell the house. It was too big, too empty without Prompto’s brightness to fill it up. Ignis moved into Gladio’s, larger but cozy and warm and the walls seemed to echo with the laughter of children long grown.

They visited Prompto as much as they could. The nurses were kind, gentle. And there were good days.

Days when Prompto was alive and shining and present, chattering about the pictures he took in the courtyard, the food—“Not nearly as good as yours, Iggy, of course.”—and they could let themselves forget that anything was wrong.

But there were bad days, too. Days that got worse and more frequent as time went on.

Days when Ignis would visit and Prompto would break down at the sight of him—“Oh, gods, no—Iggy, your eyes, what happ—Iggy, no, no!”—and Ignis would hold him and murmur soothing nonsense against the silver streaks in his blonde hair, tucking him close like a child and trying desperately not to clutch him too tightly. Those days were hard, because Ignis wasn’t allowed to stay. The staff didn’t like when Prompto got so worked up, so distressed; they didn’t like sedating him.

Or days when Gladio would sit next to him and talk and if the conversation was a bit stilted that was okay because Prompto recognized Gladio, didn’t think he was Clarus or some stranger. Until Prompto asked, so hesitant and unsure, if Noct was going to visit him.

“Sorry, buddy,” Gladio said, voice gruff and thankfully only a little shaky. “Not today.”

“Oh…I…” And Prompto smiled, sad and trembling at the edges, and gave a short, self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, I… I get it.” Just a pleb, hung in the air, unspoken and raw.

Because Prompto didn’t always remember leaving Insomnia. He didn’t always remember late night confessions in motels when everyone was trying to sleep or gentle ribbing astride chocobos as they trekked for days on end from campsite to campsite. He didn’t remember the train, or Gralea, or the truth and its acceptance—his acceptance. He didn’t remember.

And Gladio ignored the sharp twinge in his chest, tugging beneath the heavy, heavy weight that always rested there when he thought of Prompto. He wanted to pull him close, reassure him that Noct wasn’t rejecting him—couldn’t, would never—but he had to be careful. Prompto’s anxiety was unpredictable nowadays, and in this state a hug could sooth as easily as it panicked.

So Gladio settled for a gentle pat on his shoulder and changed the subject.

And then there were the deceptive days, too, and Ignis thought he hated them the most. The days when Ignis was sure, so sure that it was a good day. When he let himself hope. When they would talk and chat and everything seemed fine.

Until it wasn’t.

“Ah, that’s right. I’ve brought you Daggerquill rice,” Ignis said, rising to set the tupperware carefully on the table.

“Oh, wow, thanks! That’s my favorite!”

And Ignis could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, as sunny and carefree as when they were young, even as he felt his stomach plummet. Still, he clung to hope—so foolish, Ignis thought, why would he never learn?—and responded hesitantly, quietly. “Yes, I know. …Prompto, do you know who I am?”

Prompto laughed. “Of course I do!” And Ignis hoped. He hoped that Prompto was just being silly, joking around like he usually did, that the bubbly response had been a playful jab.

Until he couldn’t. Until Prompto continued, bright and happy and absent, “You’re the nice man who brought the meat pie yesterday!”

Last week. The Meldacio meat pie was last week. But the thought was distant and vague in the pained clamor of his mind as Ignis focused on breathing. When would he learn? How many times would it take?

“Prompto, it’s Ignis.” And he couldn’t recognize his own voice.

“Hmm?” Confusion, and then, excited and happy, “Oh, hey, that’s my friend’s name!”

But for Gladio, the worst days were the silent days.

Prompto sat in the chair in his small living space, flicking through the same set of pictures on his camera over and over. He didn’t respond. Gladio could talk to him, touch him, playfully nudge and ruffle his hair. And Prompto blankly let it happen, never looking up, never responding, absent in his own body.

Empty inside, like a doll or…

Gladio couldn’t make himself stay long, those days.

There were nights when Ignis and Gladio stayed up later than they should. The grandchildren were safely home again, and the Amicitia household was quiet. They sat in the den and nursed snifters of expensive alcohol, and they talked.

They talked about the trip and before, about wrangling Noct and Prompto from the arcade, about prying them out of the tent in the early morning, about begging them to just wear their damn seat-belts, for gods’ sake.

They didn’t talk about the Altissia, or Gralea, or the Darkness, or when they helped their lost king steal back the dawn and for a few glorious days they were together and whole again.

They didn’t talk about Prompto, about how they were steadily losing him in stumbles and leaps like sliding sand between fingers, about how his memories were seeping out of him, fading like a photo left too long in the sun.

They didn’t have to, really. The grief was too heavy, thick and unwieldy, and so long as that pressure held their lungs tight, they didn’t have to—couldn’t—speak of it.

Until, someday maybe, they could.

…I-I…just…oh my god…oh, oh my god…

thank you, thank you so much for submitting this but I’m gonna need a moment to gather the scraps of my shredded heart…

[alicemoonwonderland]

A Hidden Goodbye - Part One

A little random idea I got and discussed with @themissimmortal. She said write it. Then I tortured @atlerion with it, and this is the result. It will be a two part short story as it felt natural that way. 

Summary:  You’re the young second wife of King Regis and mother of your second child. You two were happy….till the Nifs came.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Regis x Fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW – no smut though

Warning: Character Death, Angst

[part two]

Tagging: @itshaejinju @cupnoodle-queen@nifwrites @blindbae @hypaalicious @diabolik-trash-heap @louisvuittontrashbags @rubyphilomela @neko-otaku13 @insomniacapparel @xnoctits @insomniascure@ridingchocobros @dirtyffxvconfession @ponkita@stunninglyignis @fieryfantasy @sweetchocobae @atlerion, @angelic-guardienne

You laughed as you sat in the palace gardens, your little baby sitting on your lip and giggling happily as she wore a Moogle onesie her big brother Noctis had given her. You loved your daughter Aurora more than you could bear at times.

The little girl looked just like her father. The same beautiful green eyes and thick black hair. At times, you had to pinch yourself as you couldn't believe it was real. You, a simple assistant, married the King of Lucis as his second wife. And the Astrals had blessed your union with this little scrap of purity. "Aurora!" You cooed and kissed her belly happily. Making the child giggle more. "I love you little princess."

"You have some love for me as well, don't you, my wife." You looked up amused as you cuddled the toddler against your chest. The little girl beaming and wiggled excited as your husband and her father made his way towards you two. Leaning on his cane, his knee brace in place. It always tugged on your heart to see him like this. The Ring and the Wall demanding so much from him. Praying silently to the Astrals that one day he could finally rest and find peace.

"Mmmmm. Maybe," you drawled coyly, eyes twinkling as he laughed amused. Your daughter joining him happily as she held out her little hands at him. Regis sat down with the two of you, his movement stiff and slow. It made your heart ache, but you did not offer to help him. Knowing he did not like it at all.

Your little girl did not notice it, for her, daddy was just daddy. Wiggling off your lap, the little one crawled excitedly over to her father. Regis' green eyes lit up brightly as he picked up the little thing and cuddled her against his chest - taking off his crown and just became Regis, a husband and a father. Not the King.

You snuggled against his side and stroked his arm softly as he cooed and rubbed his fingers against Aurora's chubby little cheeks. He felt a bit tense, but that didn't surprise you. Being King was nothing if not stressful. Gently, you pressed your lips against his cheek - he automatically leaned into your touch. "Long day at work?" you asked him gently as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

He turned his face and pressed his lips softly against yours, making you giggle as his facial hair tickled your skin. Aurora let out a little huff, and you two looked amused at her. Her little cheeks puffed up, and her hands grabbing her father's shirt firmly. "Ah, isn't Papa allowed to give Mama a kiss?" Regis cooed amused as he rubbed his nose tenderly against hers, making her giggle again.

"You know how she is, she doesn't like sharing attention. Just like someone else I know...eep!" Slapping his arm lightly, you gave him a scolding look as his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk. Handsome. He had aged a lot the last few years, his once black hair now completely silver. Lines on his skin and his body not as strong as it used to be. But he was still handsome to you. Still the strongest man you knew. Strength did not always come from the body, but from the mind as well. And few had such a steely mind as the one he possessed had.

You kept watching him tease and adore his daughter till the little kitten yawned and nodded off in his arms. Carefully, he put her in her sleeping basket and with a tender touch he tucked her in. "You are so sweet with her. I can watch you two for hours."

He turned to you and brushed his knuckles against your cheek this time. Having taken off his cloak as well and now sitting in only his suit. You turned your face and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. Enjoying the moment between the two of you. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear, pulling you back close against his body. "I wish I could spend more time with you two."

You nodded understanding, some days it almost felt like a game of juggle to find time between your duties and taking care of Aurora, to find time to just be together. He usually tried to be there for dinner with you, Aurora, and Noctis - when the young man came to the Citadel to spend time with you and his baby sister.

Another cute moment to watch. The usually quiet and tad awkward boy always perked up when he was with his sister. Regis also always tried to be back in your quarters around 10pm. So he could get some decent sleep. But the last few weeks, he had come to bed later and later. The issue of Niflheim weighing so heavy on his mind.

"How about you go visit your mother in Lestallum?" You blinked surprised at the suddenly suggestion. He pressed his fingers against your lips to prevent you from protesting. "It is a few months since you've seen her. And she has seen Aurora. It would do you some good."

"But what about you?" You couldn't just leave him alone, you were the one who made sure - even during these busy dangerous times - he didn't spend too much time working.

"I will join you in two-three days. Just got some stuff finish up, then I will come to Lestallum and we can have some time off together." When you tried to protest again, he didn't use his fingers to silence you, but his own lips. Making your toes curl and your fingers curling around his jacket. "You were the one who mentioned wanting to go on a little vacation. Now I am trying to make it happen, and you protest."

He let out a soft laugh when you playfully bit his bottom lip in retaliation. "Alright, Alright. But you will join me. Aurora gets super grumpy when her daddy doesn't give her a goodnight kiss." He rested his forehead against yours as his hand against the side of your neck, his calloused thumb brushing against your jawline.

"I will always be with you. Always"

  Aurora had been moody when you two had gotten into the car with two Glaives as escorts: your friend Nyx Ulric and Crowe Altius. She had settled down a bit when Regis had given her a Carbuncle plush, the little girl had holding it tightly.

Something had felt off to you though. The night before, Regis had made passionate but almost desperate love to you. His hold clingy and possessive. His kisses needy. You didn't question him about it, just gave him all he demanded and more. Chalking it up to stress. And what better way to release stress than by making passionate love?

He had kissed you extra hard and almost desperate again when you had been about to leave. Whispering to you to never forget how much he loved you. How you were his world. And would do anything for you. You had kissed him back, the unease increasing in your stomach, but again did not question about it. Clarus and Cor had been acting normally, so you tried not to be alarmed about anything.

You and Aurora had waved at the three men till you couldn't see them anymore, your heart growing heavier the further away from the Citadel you went. Something screaming inside of you to go back to him.

To be truthful, this had been the first time the two of you would be separated since becoming an official couple. So, again, you didn't listen to your instincts and chalked it up to separation anxiety. He would join you soon. Everything would be fine.

The next few days went by with a flash, Aurora and the others keeping you too busy to watch the news. Texting Regis whenever you could. You had laughed at yourself when your heart would still skip a beat like a silly teenager whenever he texted you. Or called you. Yes, he needed a damn holiday. Looking so damn exhausted. But he smiled. Cooed to Aurora. So all was well.

Or so you thought....

You woke up feeling sick as a fog. You shouldn't have had the fish last night. It really hadn't agreed with you. Checking up on Aurora, you smiled softly as you little girl slept sounding. Glancing around, you looked for your phone.

Regis had been oddly quiet last night but you had gone to bed rather early. Vaguely remembering him sending you a text that said. Forever yours and forever loving you. Honestly, that King of yours could be such a hopeless romantic at times.

Leaving the bedroom, you walked down the stairs to the living room. Your mind deep in thought as you thought of your Regis. The uncomfortable feeling almost annoying in your chest. Mmm, where was your phone? Maybe Nyx knew. You spotted the two Glaives and your mother sitting by the radio.

In Nyx's hand was a crumbled newspaper, Crowe squeezing his arm with a pained look on her face. Your mother stood up, her eyes red and rimmed with tears. Dread locked your throat, your hand immediately resting on your heart. "What's going on?"

....Niflheim laid waste to Insomnia with a gigantic Daemon of unknown origin. Recent reports are that King Regis, Prince Noctis, and the Lady Lunafreya all have died during the attack on Crown City….

You barely noticed your legs giving out on you, and you slumped onto the floor. King Regis and Prince Noctis dead. No. No. This couldn't be.

It felt as if sounds came to you through a wall or distorted like hearing it from under water. Your mother and Nyx rushed towards you. Asking you questions but you couldn't answer them. Noctis. Sweet little Noctis. No, he couldn't be dead. Regis.

A hysterical sob ripped through the air as you shook them off. No! No! NO! This couldn't be happening! He had promised he would be here soon. Go on a little holiday. "No this is a lie. It's propaganda! It's a lie!" you screamed as you grabbed his shirt and shook him in despair. "It's a lie, Nyx! They're still alive! THEY ARE ALIVE!!"

Nyx's eyes flashed with agony and wrapped his arms around you to restrain you from either hurting him or yourself. "Nyx please tell me it's a lie. Please! Oh Astrals. No this couldn't be happening! NO!" You sobbed against his shoulder as you clawed his chest. Not knowing what to do. Not know how to react. What to do with the crippling agony inside of you.

"I wish it was a lie. Fuck, I wished so much it was," he whispered apologising in your hair as he kept holding onto you. Rocking you, as your mother rubbed your back in some form of comfort.

The pain only increased as Nyx told you what had happened, Cor having called him to explain. The Nifs had betrayed them. Killed your husband. The City destroyed. So many had died.

"But Noctis is alive," Nyx whispered as he pulled back so he could look you in the eye. Cupping your face firmly. "The King send him away a day after you to keep him safe from Niflheim."

"He knew they were going to double cross him." It explained so much. The desperate way he had held you, kissed you. All the things he had been saying. He had been saying goodbye. It made the pain worse.

You screamed. Loud. Hard. Agonising. Your heart screamed with you. Your body shaking with the blinding sorrow and despair. Your voice cracked. Becoming hoarse and weak. But internally? You never really stopped screaming.

[mandakatt]

Ok, but if Kitty!Noctis WAS injured as a kitten, how would you make that go down and how does that affect him as he grows older? Also, please, I just, you're so perfect????? HOW???? IT seems almost impossible.

She smiles. “Ah! Hello there Lovely Anon-san!”

“Pshh, please!” She chuckles softly. “I am so far from perfect, it’s not even funny, but I appreciate the very nice compliment.”

She sighs softly then, rubbing the back of her neck before she smiles a little.

“You, however, are not the only one to ask me about this…and since it happens when he’s a kitten… Well.” she frets a bit. “Alright, you asked for it.”

“I’m going to warn you now though, this is kinda dark, and a bit painful - heck, I got a little emotional writing it down - good gods have these kitters become my babies - and a couple trigger words like blood, and serious injury, also, there’s a photo that might be slightly triggering as well - cat with a feeding tube - but it’s not gruesome, I promise - I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She takes a deep breath, and smiles.

“Well then, onto the tale of how, we had to deal with Noct’s injury at a young age…”

[Not tagging anyone this time cause.. well sensitive material is sensitive. - This will have sort of the same layout as the others - HC like.]

What happens when Kitty!Noctis is injured badly at a young age?

Noctis was taking his afternoon nap out in your backyard, purring away in the sunshine. You smiled as Ignis, Gladio and Prompto were not that far from him, playing with bugs in the tall grass. Regis was with you on the back deck, his soft purrs reaching your ears as you petted him. It was these moments, that were what you lived for after all.

You let your eyes close, only for a moment, or so you thought, and it was then you heard it - the loud SCREECH of pain, that caused all the cats to freeze. Your eyes shot open, and you bolted upright, Regis leaping from your lap in a panic.

Your eyes went wide as you watched this rather large snake, holding your Kitten Noctis in it’s mouth, Noctis screaming and thrashing in it’s jaws. “NO!”

Regis, Gladio and Ignis were the first to move in, Regis circling around the back as Gladio seemed to try to get it’s attention from the front.

You rose from your lounge and trembled. Six! What could you do.. .what could? You rushed to the side of the house, grabbing the shovel you used in the garden.

The cats had managed to get the Snake - to this day you are not sure what kind it was, you were too angry to care - to drop Noctis, and he fell limply to the earth. With a cry from you, the cats backed off and you promptly slammed the shovel down against the snakes head, severing it from it’s body. [IMMA KILL THIS BITCH RIGHT OFF FIRST THING KAY?]

Panting you heard Regis’ worried cries. Turning your head you watched him wash the young kittens face, mewling between licks. Ignis was close but he seemed unable to move. Prompto was as angry as Gladio, who was still thrashing about on the body of the snake, and they were both ripping it apart. You moved, and as gently as possible, picked Noctis up from the ground, and rested him in the crook of your arm. “I promise, he’ll be alright.” you spoke more to yourself then the other cats. When you rushed into the house, grabbing your keys without moving Noctis much, and drove - at what you considered to be Mach 9 to the vet.

You frowned deeply when you got there, your whole form trembling as you told them what happened, you tried holding back your tears, but, it was so…so hard.

You were thankful he was still breathing, as they ushered you into a room right away. The techs and the vet, gently took him from you - making sure to not move his body much incase there was a spinal injury, and took him in the back, leaving you in the room by yourself. You looked down at your arm, and held back a sob as you noticed that Noctis’ blood covered your arm, and your shirt - probably from his wounds on his back

You paced the small room, hands wringing gently as you waited. The vet came back in later, and told you that you had done the right thing - but he was injured badly, but there was no spinal injuries in which to speak of. You finally let out the breath you were holding.

He’d need surgery regardless -  more to try to stitch the wounds closed, and check the muscles his back, to see if there was anything else that the x-rays didn’t pick up. It’d be a slow, long recovery, but you were willing to do anything for your blue eyed beauty. Money was no object in this case.

His surgery went well, and without a hitch, but the vets suggested he stay for at least 3-5 days for monitoring, as they wanted to be sure that the snake was not poisonous, and he’d have a feeding tube for the remainder of his stay.

You returned home, sighing deeply the other cats rushing to you, Regis looking more distraught than the others, as you flopped on the couch, and finally let yourself break down, deep sobs emitting from your chest.

Regis was first to comfort you - probably because he needed it too, and climbed onto your lap, pressing his body tightly against your stomach. You quickly scooped him up into your arms and buried your face into his side as you cried. 

Clarus, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto were seconds behind - keeping themselves close to you, meowing in concern. When you finally were able to control yourself, you told them softly that he was alright, that Noctis would be coming home in a few days, but it was going to be a bit of a journey. Regis, relaxed against you after that.

The next day - you went to the vet, asking if you could visit him. He was disoriented and groggy, but he purred softly when you petted his head, and talked to him soothingly.

“My poor baby, I’m so sorry…” You sniffled and Noctis nuzzled into your hand a bit more, as if to tell you it was alright, it wasn’t your fault, and you smiled at him, telling him that you were grateful he was so brave.

4 days later, the Vet called you, asking you to come pick him up. When you arrived, they explained his aftercare - what you would need to do when the stitches needed to be removed, and how his diet should change for a bit because of him needing to work back up to solid foods. It was going to be a challenge, but you were willing to take it on, just as much as you were sure Noctis was.

The vet warned you that he’d be weak - and wobbly. Due to his injury, his hind legs were weak - probably due to some partial nerve damage, and the fact that he may not be able to feel them entirely. The vet was unsure - as he showed you by pinching his back toes hard, and he didn’t react - if he would ever walk properly again. 

“He’s strong willed though.” The vet commented, which caused you to smile. “Yeah, I know he’ll pull through just fine. We’ll get there, in time.”

You brought Noctis home, and he was greeted by everyone, Prompto, Ignis and Regis all washing his face as you held him gently in your arms. Gladio seemed distant, his ears turned downward, before you smiled to him. “It’s alright Gladdy, he’ll be fine, you did amazingly to help him out, you know that right?”

Slowly. Timidly. Gladio approached then gently washed Noct’s ears, causing Noctis to purr. You could have sworn that all the tension in Gladio’s body disappeared at that moment. 

The days with his Injury were long. He slept most of the time, which you were thankful for, but you could hear his pained groans and soft cries whenever he’d try to stand, his back legs wobbling out from under him from time to time, and you know he was frustrated. 

“Sweetheart, slowly, you’ll get stronger - you’re stronger every day. I promise.”

In time, he was almost back to normal. Jumping up on things - including your kitchen counters. And no matter how many times you put him down, he was always right back up again, usually behind you so you didn’t notice right away.

He slowly started to play fight with Prompto and Gladdy again. Prompto always seemed to take it easy, where Gladio would push him to his limits.

Regis, seemed to always keep a more watchful eye on him, and there was many times when you were watching him play in the grass, you had to soothe Regis, cooing to him, asking him to relax, that the Daemon was gone, and would never return - but you knew that Regis would never be quite the same.

Ignis is also never far from him, though when he too, gets injured, the roles are reversed, Noctis is never far from his friend.

Clarus and Cor seemed to take up posts when ever Noctis and the others would play outside now.

Gladio was never more than a few feet from Noctis at any given time, and you couldn’t help but smile as you knew it was then, that Gladio became Noct’s shadow. 

Aranea takes it a bit easy on Noct when the play fight, especially with how he yelped once when she pounced on his back. 

Iris and Libertus will cuddle with him when he sleeps when he has a bad day, to give him a bit of extra warmth. And you can tell it’s a bad one cause he struggles to jump up on things. 

Cindy and Cid seem to keep him company from time to time. 

Nyx is still playful, but doesn’t push him to play fight as far as Gladio does.

Crowe, Pelna seem to keep a watchful eye on him now too.

Titus will watch him play fight from time to time, but he will never engage him in play fighting - and you swear that he looks at Noctis like he’s weak. You’ve watched Nyx, Crowe, and Gladio put him in his place when he scowls.

Ardyn - well, Ardyn is Ardyn. He just keeps a wide berth from everyone.

[thechocoboos]

Bossy

I’m an angry lil potato today so this was born! Enjoy. Ft. Bossy ass dickwad Ignis and an angry reader

Genre: ??? Slice of life...?

Word Count: 2,047

Pairings: lowkey Ignis/reader if you really squint

Warnings: Swearing. So much swearing.

He was so bossy-always walking around with his back straight and head high, a commanding tone to his rich voice. He told you what to do, when to do it, and sometimes even how to do it, which had always been more insulting to you than he’d realized. Yes, Ignis Scientia was a bossy man, and it absolutely pushed your buttons. You two were meant to be equals - to serve Noctis as his advisers, together. Granted, Ignis had been Noctis’ adviser much longer than you as you had only been hired a year ago, however, that did not mean you were incapable of doing your job.

Part of you reminded yourself that he was a busy man, having to advise the damn prince alongside additional duties, so his commanding nature was necessary for everything to get done. Still, he didn’t have to be such an absolute posh-ass about it. Day after day, you had to live with his dumb requests, his dumb voice, his dumb glasses and it - no, he - was hell.

Ignis wasn’t a bad person by any means, but he definitely had his head stuck up his ass and you were absolutely sick of it. One day, your anger and your frustration caught up to you, leaving room for nothing but negativity to brew in your brain.

His loud, expensive shoes were clicking on down the hall as he listed off instructions for you to follow. “-and you’ll have to stop by to get the Marshal’s list of executive orders as well as follow through on the Shield’s list from last week. I trust you can manage that much in the next hour.”

Your mind halted. Next hour? Tracking down Cor would take a good half hour alone, and trying to get any information from Clarus Amicitia was like pulling teeth (You swore his stubbornness could stop a freight train if he tried). Your annoyance was peaking, and as you turned to rip Ignis a new one, he was already listing your next orders.

“-You’ll have to go speak with the Crownsguard about their atrocious behavior at Mini’s Bar from last night as well as collect their payments for the damages they caused. You would also do well to write down their reports as to what happened-” he paused, his pale green eyes flickering to your face for a moment. “Y/N? Are you listening? This is not the time to be daydreaming-”

You cut him off, voice barely controlled as your blood boiled beneath your skin. “Yeah. Yeah, I fucking heard you.” You said, your own eyes meeting his head on for the first time in your career. “You want me to do all these extra, menial chores, on top of my normal duties rather than have all these fucking responsible-ass adults report to you like they should fucking be able to do for once in their goddamn lives, all while you treat me like an absolute child with your dumbass face and your fucking-” You cut yourself off, face red in anger and voice slowly rising and shaking with repressed emotions.

Ignis’ eyes were surprised, “I beg your pardon-”

You cut him off once again, anger rolling into your voice. “Then fucking beg.” You halted where you stood and faced him with one sharp pencil pointed at his disgustingly well-toned chest. “I was fucking handpicked to be your goddamn equal! An adviser, just like you! Instead, you treat me like a five year old who can’t brush their own fucking teeth!” Your voice had risen to a yell as you jabbed your pencil towards him. “I’m fucking tired of this shit!” You finally finished, throat slightly sore. Glaring at him in his surprised daze, you threw your pencil to the ground and thrust your clipboard into his chest, not waiting for him to catch it as your turned on your heel. “I apologize for my fucking abrupt news, you absolute cactus of a prick, but I’m taking a personal fucking day off.” You snapped, not waiting for his response as you began to stomp down the Citadel hall.

Just to your luck, Prince Noctis was waiting at the end, his own eyebrows risen slightly and his best friend, a hyperactive blond you had seen hopping around, was slack jawed with his blue eyes wide in surprise. Behind them, the Prince’s shield had one perfectly bushy eyebrow raised, his muscled arms crossed as he gave you an appreciative nod.

It wasn’t often you saw Prince Noctis, or his shield, as Ignis never gave you chores that involved them. An embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks; you hadn’t planned on royalty witnessing you bout of anger. You bowed slightly before the Prince, “I apologize for my unprofessional behavior, Your Highness.” Your voice was clipped, a remainder of your anger echoing in its tone. “If you’ll excuse me.” Rather than wait for a response, which Ignis would no doubt reprimand you on (if he didn’t fire you, that is), you brushed passed them with a scowl on your face, a tense anger in your posture, and attitude in your step.

Ignis watched you as you disappeared behind a corner, his green eyes just a millimeter wider than normal and his lips parted in a slight “o”. He was holding the clipboard to his chest, more out of instinct than much else at this point. His eyes shifted as he heard the familiar steps of the other three approaching.

“Well, shit. I never thought they’d have it in ‘em.” Gladio’s rocky voice chuckled.

Ignis cleared his throat, closing his mouth as he adjusted his glasses and shutting his eyes for a millisecond. “That was the most appalling behavior I have ever witnessed from someone of such a high standing.” Ignis stated calmly, swallowing thickly. “There will no doubt be a punishment in order-”

Noctis cut Ignis off, “High standing?” He echoed, voice flat. Ignis glanced at Noctis, surprised at the sarcastic tone to his voice. Noctis continued, “For someone who’s supposedly, ‘High Standing’, you treat them like dirt.”

Ignis felt a twinge of offense. “I disagree-”

“-C’mon, specs.” Noctis crossed his arms. “Like they said, they were handpicked by my dad and about a billion other officials to be my second adviser, but you just give them shit that the lowest of the low could do around here.” If Ignis wasn’t mistaken, there was a note of annoyance in Noctis’ voice. “Hell, I can’t even remember their name half the time ‘cause they never even get to talk to me.”

It was silent for a moment. For the second time that day, Ignis’ eyes were wide and he was speechless.

Prompto piped up, voice a little uncertain as he looked at Noctis and whispered, “... You have a second adviser?”

It was with Prompto’s innocent question that things clicked. Ignis blinked, recalling the same list of chores he had given you that day. Sure enough, each item was a menial task that anyone could have done. In hindsight, Ignis was indeed being an “absolute cactus of a prick” as you had so kindly called him.

“I don’t know what your problem with them is,” Noctis said, catching Ignis’ attention. “But whatever it is, it needs to stop. Let them do their job, dude. I get it if you don’t want a new adviser to mess everything up or whatever it is, but they’re the best of the best. They can handle it.”

Ignis was quiet for a moment. He glanced to Gladio, who gave a grunt of agreement, and to Prompto, who still looked confused. He let out a small sigh, nodding. “I suppose-No, you are right, Your Highness. I do believe I have been rather… unfair to them. I believe an apology is in order.”

Noctis snorted, “Don’t tell that to me.” He replied, rolling his eyes.

Nodding, Ignis went to pull out his phone, only for Gladio to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?” Gladio asked, raised an eyebrow.

“Calling Y/N, of course-”

“I don’t think so.” Gladio chuckled, remembering that yes, Ignis is a genius, but sometimes he’s an idiot, “They’re taking a personal day off, remember? Let ‘em cool down for a bit.”

Ignis nodded, adjusting his glasses. Of course. They were most likely still angry, afterall, he was rather rude and dismissive of them… Still, as the day progressed, Ignis’ stomach was rolling around in the unfamiliar feeling of guilt. It wasn’t often that he felt guilt, as his decisions were logical and thorough enough to be guilt-free, although in this situation, he knew he was in the wrong.

The following day, you walked into Ignis’ office with a steeled mask over your features despite the clear nervousness in your posture. “Excuse me, sir.” You began, voice wavering slightly. Yes, you strongly disliked him, but that was no excuse for your harsh words. As much as it killed you to do so, you began to apologize. “I… I apologize for my words and actions yesterday.” His eyes glanced up, patiently waiting. You continued, “It was unprofessional an immature of me to behave in such a way-”

Ignis held up a hand, stopping you mid-sentence. “It was.” He stated bluntly, voice as posh as normal. A twinge of frustration bloomed in your gut, only to be stopped short by his next words. “However, you made logical points.” He began, standing up. There was something in his voice, an almost apologetic voice. His next words were strong, his voice sure. “You were handpicked from the finest advisers in the city, by the finest officials we have at the Citadel. You were chosen to stand by Prince Noctis and aid in advising him, just as I was. We were supposed to work together as equals and help him be the best Prince - the best King - that he can be.

“I came between you and your duty.” Ignis admitted, looking at you with guilt in his wonderful eyes. “I treated you as an assistant - even as a maid when we’re meant to be equals and…” He stepped around his desk, standing three feet away from you and looked you in the eye as he spoke, “I can only say I’m sorry.”

It was clear he expected you to say something, but you found yourself speechless. This posh, somewhat arrogant man who treated you like dirt, had apologized to you with nothing but respect. Part of you was still angry at him for wasting your past year as adviser, but another part - a much bigger part - forgave him.

It took you a moment to collect yourself and your words. It seemed with each passing second, Ignis felt more and more dejected about his apology. Finally, you spoke. “Part of me is still a bit annoyed.” You admitted, scratching your arm. “But… I think both of us were assholes, here. I think, as long as you’re willing to let me do my job from now on, that I forgive you, sir. I can only hope that you forgive me for my inappropriate outburst from yesterday.” You found yourself bowing slightly, eyes anchored to the ground.

A hand fell on your shoulder, your head jolting up in surprise. A small smile sat on Ignis’ face, catching you by surprise. “I do believe that bowing to each other will be unnecessary, as will be using terms such as ‘sir’.” He told you, his hand still on your shoulder as you stood up. “From now on, we are equals, Y/N, as we should have been.”

You couldn’t stop your own smile from sliding onto your face or your nervously thumping heart as you heard him say your name with respect.

“Now,” He began, releasing your shoulder and adjusting his glasses, “I do believe I have to fill you in on today’s schedule.” he chuckled, “I’ve left you in the dark for far too long.”

For once, as he spoke, his voice didn’t sound so dumb and his face didn’t look so annoying. In fact, you daresay that he looked handsome. Of course, there was no time to spend admiring him, as you two would be late for an advisement meeting with King Regis and there was plenty of catching up to do on the way.