#which is why Noctis is feeling guilty about it

[starryficsfinishwen]

“If I don't finish this paperwork right now, I will yeet myself off of Babylonia.”

“Hell yeah! And I'm going with ya!”

You believed there were only two braincells left in the beefy, red-haired man's head. But right now, they were fighting for third place, alongside your own overworked ones.

“Noctis,” You giggled, placing your pen and crumpled paper on the table, “I wholeheartedly appreciate the support. But I'd rather you stay so you can at least inform Celica about my whereabouts.”

“No,” Noctis hummed, “I can't do that. I can tag along so that you wouldn't be alone drifting in space.”

Sitting across you, meaty arms crossed, Noctis waited patiently. Although, you felt guilty, the man who had been staying with you for several hours. You had him shooed away earlier, yet, as hard as the chest plate he has, he still came back. Noctis' stubbornness was a charm that made you feel for him in the first place. At the same time, it was also his Achilles' heel. But that's another story for today.

“You know,” you cleared your throat, “You don't always have to stay here...”

“Commandant, here you go again,” Sighing with a pout on his scarred face, Noctis groaned, “I said I'm perfectly fine being here. Don't worry!”

“I'm worried that you'd get bored.”

“No problemo,” he shrugged, grinning, “Cerberus is free from any maintenance or missions.”

The idea of Vera and her angry tone that reminded of a mother, looking for the man who was the embodiment of chaos, made you reel back. You leaned to the table, hand supporting your chin, “I suppose that's the case. But what if Vera comes? Won't you be scared?”

“Of who? Vera? Hah! As if,” Noctis started laughing (at this point, your heart skipped a beat, tummy bursting with little butterflies fluttering), “It's fine. Really. She won't be looking for me.”

“Besides,” he quickly added, “What if you do jump out of Babylonia. You'd end up wandering in space alone!”

Sometimes, you wonder if you should tone down your humor. Yet, you still indulged in his fantasies.

“Ah,” you feigned a gasp, “What if I dive into the Earth like a meteor and fall?”

“I'd follow you, then!”

“But we'll be broke there!”

“Like you said, we can always go back to the bar,” Noctis' eyes started shimmering, “or-or, we can be travelling merchants! Exchange all the broken parts of a corrupted so we can get some money!”

Ah, stupid, yet ambitious dreams. It made you question if Noctis' braincells were still intact, or simply, they were busy doing something else.

“I mean,” quickly, Noctis spoke before you could, “They're not bad ideas. But don't you think Babylonia's facilities are better than being in a soaking hot desert?”

And you decided to go with it. “Hmm, true...”

“If the paperworks are your problem, then why don't we yeet that one off of Babylonia instead?”

And face Celica's wrath? Probably not. You contemplated a witty remark, but Noctis went quiet. Looking at him, his maroon eyes were trained to you.

“I may not know a lot of those technicalities,” his voice suddenly goes soft, his eyes a shimmer of an unknown emotion that you've never seen before from him, “but...if there is anything, anything that I can do, let me know.”

Oh? This was new. For a buffy, "violence-is-the-answer" kind of man, this was surprising to you, that your mouth went agape, seemingly unable to let your hand function to pick up the papers on the table. Noticing your reaction, Noctis shook his head, the raucous expression back on his face.

“B-but if it's writing the documents, then, hell no!”

You blinked. And blinked again. And an intrusive thought came to you. You raised your hand, so slightly, beckoning him to approach you. He followed, seemingly like a puppy. Once he was beside you, you turned to him and stood up. Although your height was at a disadvantage (you barely reached his broad shoulders), you stared so deeply into his maroon eyes. The distance, in which you've noticed was closer now— the heat bouncing off of each other, him looking down to meet you.

“Noctis?” you quietly called out.

“Co...commandant?”

“Will you” you breathed, so softly, “...will you let me touch your titties?”

Silence. And then, you busted out laughing. With a puzzled, yet amused look on his face, you couldn't help but break into another fit of laughter.

“Ah-haha!” you wiped a few tears coming out of your eyes, “S-sorry, Noctis, I was just joking-”

“-Go ahead!”

Another silence. Based on his clueless expression, mixed with joy, you thought this man probably misheard you.

“I- what?”

“You wanted to touch my titties, right?” Beaming, he spoke with a hint of excitement, “Go ahead!”

Suddenly, you weren't so such if your choices in life were right. That, or braincells were in the same grade as Noctis'. After a careful debate with yourself, you reached out anyway, hand now on one of his titties pecs. Squeezing it so gently, you realized an epiphany.

“Commandant, I thought you exercised,” Noctis asked, seemingly unsatisfied with your actions, “squeeze them harder!”

So you do. Squeezing them like a stress ball. Noctis, still unsatisfied, took your free hand and placed it in the other titties pecs. Somehow, you started to squeeze both of them. All the stress from earlier started to melt away— the paperwork, the fatigue, your caffeine addiction— as your braincells decided to merge with Noctis', all fighting for the last place.

“See!” You and Noctis laughed, decided to mush your face into his cushioned chest, “I knew I could help!”

“Thank you,” you were, genuine and true, “I didn't know that this was therapeutic.”

Except you've always wanted to do this for a long time. Seeing the genuine joy on your face, you failed to notice Noctis' expression softening. Although mechanical, his heart skipped faster, and you recognized that.

“...but you know,” he muttered, “living on Earth doesn't seem half bad.”

He thought you didn't know, but you caught him whispering, “...as long as it's with you.”

Fuck work. Living on Earth didn't seem to feel bad, indeed. Temporarily stopping, you tugged him by his dogtag, a soft, quick kiss to the side of his jaw and cheek. A mirrored pink blush on both of your faces.

“I'll hold on to it.”

a.n. - there is actually a planned story for all the husbandos of PGR. I wanted to just find out about Noctis and his story. look where this brainrot got me LMAO I now realize I wanna,,,mash my face onto his titties

p.s. - also new theme for me yeeey

[themattress]

The only games with a good story are KH1, CoM, KH2, and BBS

Agreed. And that's why, dumb cutscene movies aside, I.5 + II.5 HD Remix is your friend!

Repliku is more of a plot device than a character and his brainwashed obsession with Naminé was uncomfortable

His problem was more in execution than concept. He was written way too over-the-top.

Saïx was forgiven way too easily

Yes, but sadly so was Axel so they had to stick to that precedent...

The paopu scene felt really awkward and out of nowhere

Good lord, yes. The series ignored SoKai and Kairi herself for well over a decade, then has to gall to act like it's paying something off? Kairi's new blander self doesn't help matters.

Verum Rex was better as a one-off joke/Final Fantasy parody in Toy Box than a real plot-important world. The entire franchise would be better off if KHUX had never existed.

Are these unpopular opinions? I shudder if they indeed are!

KH1 Kairi was the best Kairi and she didn’t need to be ‘badass’ to be great

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!

(Game-wise, anyway. KH2 manga Kairi is the best Kairi overall.)

Axel suddenly being a comic relief character instead of the creepy stalker he was in KH2 feels rushed and he shouldn’t have a keyblade

Lea just sucks in general. He never should have happened.

Atlantica was a fun world in both KH1 and KH2

I'll admit: I do have a soft spot for it, warts and all.

Riku’s arc ended in DDD and he has nowhere left to grow as a character

Exactly, which is why what DDD did with him shouldn't have transpired to begin with.

Sora and Ven’s personalities have far more depth and range than just being ‘baby sunshine boys’

Ideally, they should. The games sadly keep trying to box them into that, though.

Terra isn’t stupid

Not stupid stupid, but he is kind of thick and I actually love that about him.

Kairi and Aqua’s outfits are well-designed and fashionable and don’t need to be ‘practical’ in a world where the main weapons are giant magic keys

Likewise, giant magic keys shouldn't require formal training to wield effectively!

Nomura needs to stop introducing all these bland, boring new characters and just expand upon the already established ones

It's too late. Nomura won't stop. He's too set in his ways.

The Xigbar = Luxu reveal wasn’t as good as everyone thinks it is

As I just got done saying.

Aqua is a highschool-aged teenager, not anyone’s mom

Facts. Ven's around 15, she's around 18, Terra's around 21.

Melody of Memory looks cute and fun

And it was....until the actual story happened.

Yozora is a massive creator’s pet/mary sue and his very existence offends me

If he was just his own character, I'd feel guilty about hating him before much is known about him and try to give him a fair chance, but the fact of the matter is that he isn't his own character! He's Noctis; specifically Versus XIII Noctis because Nomura just can't let that dream go. Which means he just straight-up feels like what he is: the protagonist from an unmade game series invading and (further) destroying an actually existing game series.

Theres too much KH positivity on this site right now, we need some chaos~

UNPOPULAR KH OPNIONS! LIST THEM! LETS GO!

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Blood of My Blood snippet

@secret-engima I will never get over this au, it’s too awesome.

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“I thought you didn’t want a Shield.”

The question comes, hesitant and quiet enough that Sola could pretend not to hear it at all. Noctis’ gaze remains on his phone, on one of the games he used to play but hadn’t touched again until Prompto stumbled into his life.

Into Noctis’ Heart, but that’s Noctis’ detail to share in his own time.

Anyone else, Sola would tell them exactly where to shove that question. She’s heard it far too often from too many nobles, all with the same sneer in their voice and the disgusted affront radiating off them so strongly they didn’t need magic for Sola to know exactly what they were feeling.

Filthy-refugees-how-dare-

But this is Noctis, magic curling in curiosity and worry. Worry for Sola, worry that the choice wasn’t hers, worry for a bond that might have been forced and the damage that would do to both her and her Shield.

Sola lets the bobbin drop against the tapestry and joins Noctis on the couch. They’re in her suite, in the sitting room she turned into a workroom back when she’d been on extended medical leave and needed something to do with her hands. The couch hadn’t come until after Noctis returned, so her brother could have a place to hang out while she worked on her current tapestry.

Sola only asked once if Noctis was truly okay watching Sola work - weaving a tapestry isn’t the quickest process - instead of doing something else with Sola, but her brother had nodded and Sola had let it be. Noctis always brought something to do, a book or a game, or simply napped, and it didn’t take Sola long to realize Noctis just wanted some quiet time while in her presence.

It made her smile fondly when she figured it out. It was startlingly similar behavior to Abyssus.

“I didn’t at first,” Sola says once she’s made herself comfortable. This... is not going to be an easy conversation. Noctis lowers his phone, darkening the screen. “You’d just disappeared. Taking a Shield felt like giving up on you.” And there’s the familiar guilt welling up in Noctis’ magic. Nope, not right now. “There’s a reason the Council chambers needed a renovation, and it isn’t because Papa decided he disliked the decor. On an unrelated note, Lord Egestas hasn’t spoken to me since.”

She grins at Noctis’ hastily smothered snort. There’s a sharp swell of anger on her behalf, but it’s under the reluctant amusement so Sola will take it as a win. Distraction a success.

Sola isn’t a nice person and her humor reflects that; it’s vicious, vindictive, and at times crude. There are few things Noctis shares her amusement on, but Sola doesn’t mind. Her brother is so much kinder than Sola. Noctis truly sharing her sense of humor would mean he’d lost most of the kindness that makes him who he is. And that would break Sola’s heart.

Neither of them like Lord Egestas though. Which means Sola gets away with a lot more than Noctis would normally tolerate.

Now for the hard part. “‘A King needs his brothers.’”

“‘A Lucis Caelum needs their Retinue.’” Noctis finishes, amusement fading. Blue eyes turn distant, turn towards memory and Sola squeezes Noctis’ hand to keep him in the present.

Three years without his Retinue. Three years in the kind of hell that would shatter most people, without any anchors to ground himself.

Six, no wonder her brother had issues.

“Galahd calls it The Draconian’s Rage.” Sola says, closing her eyes against the ache in her chest as she recalls those days. This time, it’s Noctis who squeezes her hand, wrapping her in love-comfort-safety, I’m-here-I’m-here. “Without anyone to ground me... I lost it.”

Noctis closes his arms around her, tucking her against his side, and she still hasn’t wrapped her head around the fact that he’s taller than her now. But the comfort is more than the hurt of lost years. “How bad?”

“Aracheole isn’t there anymore.” Sola says dryly. She’s not going into the details. The details would only hurt.

Just as the details of Noctis’ horrors would only hurt her. Sola knows what she’s been told by Cor and Papa, and she’s inferred a few things from the changes in Noctis’ magic and behavior.

She doesn’t need to know more. She doesn’t want to know more. Not when there’s nothing she can do.

That Sola destroyed an entire stronghold to its foundations is enough for Noctis to get the picture. His arms tighten around her, magic shuddering in horror and dawning realization.

Sola shouldn’t have been able to blow a hole in Aracheole’s wall. For all her unique magical abilities, Sola has never had power.

Noctis isn’t the only one with more magic than he had before. Even if the sheer depth to his magic, that she can only ever glimpse when they’re alone and tangling their magic together in reassurance that they’re both there, makes Sola want to weep. Because Noctis’ magic is so much deeper than her new reserves and the thought of her little brother suffering through even more of that agony...

He never should have had to endure that.

“How far?” Noctis’s grip is bordering uncomfortable, clinging desperately to Sola and the warmth-reassurance Sola wraps around him like a blanket.

“The Wanderer.” Hundreds of years. It’s why she weaves so often. None of the kings and queens before her wove tapestries, never wove at all. It lets Sola distinguish her present from past memories, lets her box it away in the back of her mind.

Lets the flashbacks and nightmares be hers.

Noctis manages to suppress his flinch, but not the sharp sorrow and guilt that spikes through his magic. Sola pushes silent acceptance and reassurance at him. It was her choice to reach so far. And perhaps if Noctis hadn’t been missing, perhaps if he’d been safe back in Insomnia, perhaps then Sola would’ve stopped at the Oracle.

But Noctis wasn’t safe. And there’s very little Sola won’t do for her brother.

She doesn’t regret it in the slightest.

“When I woke, everyone let me know what they thought of that stunt.” Even Hestia Ostium, Libertus’ Chieftess, gave her a tongue-lashing over the grief Sola’s actions had inflicted on her then-boyfriend.

From the huff behind her, Noctis fully agrees with everyone’s actions.

Brat.

“I knew Axis was an Amicitia shortly after I met him.” Sola confesses. “But I didn’t want a Shield. He didn’t want to be a Shield. So we ignored it.”

“Until Aracheole.”

Sola hums in agreement. “Axis introduced me to his kids as Aunt Sola, and told me I wasn’t allowed to die on my new nieces and nephews. And that I was terrible at watching my own back so he was going to watch it for me. Then we bonded.”

Noctis blinks, skeptical. “Just like that?”

Sola huffs. “No. I had to be convinced taking a Shield did not mean I was giving up on you or resigning as your Sword. But the trust had been there for years. Nyx and Tredd and Luche too. Took all of three days to bond with everyone. Quickest Retinue ever assembled.”

Not counting the seven years before she bonded with her Retinue, but the history books don’t count that. Morons.

“And they’re all fine being bonded to a Lucian princess?” Noctis asks, bemused.

Sola smirks up at him. “Not Lucian, little brother.” She taps the four beads at the front of her Ostium Chief braids. The shifting green and purple Galahdite, the purple-black charoite, the blue pearl, and the golden yellow citrine. “As far as Galahd is concerned, I’m their Chief. Simple as that.”

Well, not quite that simple. But she doesn’t feel like rehashing the complicated mess of being Chief to another Chief, on top of sorting out how to allow her Retinue to remain in their own Clans instead of dragging them into the Ostium.

Ladon had suggested creating a new Clan, but Sola shot it down immediately. She likes being an Ostium. Sola proposed to her husband, and she’s not giving up his last name. And she didn’t want to force her Retinue to leave their Clans either.

They’d figured it out eventually. After a lot of yelling. And a fistfight. Or two. Sola refuses to count Hestia breaking Ladon’s nose. Even Tredd admitted Ladon deserved it.

Noctis considers this for a moment. “So long as you’re happy.” He decides.

“I am.”

[goodlucktai]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

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They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

[divinitysheart]

ACHIVEMENT UNLOCKED ;; The Marks Chains Leave

@ervaurem , I’m serving up a fresh plate of angst ! :D

The dream starts out like most of her more pleasant dreams do, she’s sitting next to Noctis on the shores of Destiny Island while just talking. And it truly feels comforting, it finally feels as if it’s okay to be her. She feels truly free from the chains that once squeezed oh so tightly around her. She’s no longer burdened by Castle Oblivion now. Or at least that’s what she likes to think.

He says something and she laughs at it for whatever reason, and as the conversation continues it’s blurring out, she’s missing key parts of what's going on now and it’s beginning to frustrate her. And while she knows she should be more wary of the dream as it blurs between coherent and unintelligible, she just can’t bring herself to. For she still has hope that she can force it to stay a good dream even while everything seems to slowly be falling apart at the seams.

Her train of thought is interrupted by Noctis ruffling her hair, which obviously causes her to whine playfully about him messing up her hair.

“ Nocttt, you jerk! Now my hair is all messed uppppp. 

What she expects is the typical teasing or sassy response from her dearest friend, to hear him laugh at her obviously over exaggerated playful whines about the fact he’d messed up her hair. Not anything else, so which is why his response not only stings but it makes her heart clench somewhat.

“ …You can just fix it can’t you? Stop being so dramatic Namine. “

Her mouth opens and then closes, because he’s never once told her that before. Has she become annoying to him? Was she becoming too much for him and he’d grown tired of her without her knowing? She quickly shakes off those questions and reminds herself it’s just a dream, and that she can just play it off as a joke that didn’t bother her. Yeah, that’d work!

“ Hahah, fine, fine, I’ll stop. And I can but it’s just so annoying to do so without a brush y’know? I’d probably need to go get myself a brush before doing anything else! Or else who knows how much of a disaster my hairline will become. “

While she’s laughing, he’s just eerily quiet now, with an unreadable expression on his face which makes her uneasy. For it’s not an expression she often sees decorate his face, for she’s typically able to judge or come up with a rough idea as to how he feels based on his facial expression. Namine ignores the pit of dread deep within her and tries to get a response out of Noctis, for the silence really isn’t pleasant to her.

“ Err.. I’m sorry if I’m being too much. I just thought we were having fun and stuff! I really didn’t mean to cross a line if I did Noct. Honestly-! “

That’s the only word she can get out before she hears a scoff from her friend, which makes her feel as if something’s wrong. But before she gets the chance to ask him what’s wrong, he finally breaks his silence.

“ That’s what you always say, ‘you didn’t mean to’, it’s what you always say when you do something out of line. As if that’s supposed to make things all okay, because if you really didn’t mean to, then it shouldn’t have happened in the first place no? “

It leaves her speechless when he says that, for why is he being so harsh? He should know she really didn’t mean to upset him at all, but before she can gather any more of her words she notices the area around her transforming into a place she knows all too well, Castle Oblivion. This causes her to swallow her saliva nervously, for this wasn’t going to end well.

“ ...The fact you’re not even trying to defend yourself just proves you know I’m right and that you just don’t want to say it. I can tell that you don’t really believe you did anything wrong do you? You just want me to think that you feel guilty so that I pity you huh? Because you’re just a lonely witch who can only make friends when they pity poor little old you. “

His words become more sharp and brutal with every syllable, they make her skin crawl as she tries not to cry from the harsh yet false accusations thrown at her.

“ Noct, I- “

“ Don’t call me ‘Noct’, and stop trying to pretend that we’re friends. Why would I want to be friends with a witch who altered my memories? Who was willing to strip me of my freedom in exchange for her own until she grew a conscious? “

She wants to scream it’s not true and that he’s her dearest friend, that she really never wanted to hurt him. Namine wants to cry so bad, and it’s starting to become very apparent as it becomes harder to hold back her own tears. She doesn’t understand why this once so sweet dream has turned into one of her worst nightmares, but she doesn’t like it at all.

“ Look at you getting all teary eyed, like you have the right to get teary eyed at all. You hurt me, I never hurt you, not once Namine. You’re truly a witch through and through huh Namine? You just love to make people suffer and throw the blame on someone else to gain people's pity, for while Marluxia may have told you to do these things, YOU’RE the one who chose to do them. “

Namine can feel her heart cracking with every word and syllable spoken, why is he being like this? He doesn’t think this way about her actually. Does he?

“ I’m sorry I… I didn’t want to alter your memory or hurt you. I really didn’t! I promise! Please, you’ve gotta believe me..! “

She can’t help letting her tears fall down her cheeks and her hands shake, for this hurts so much. She just wants for this constant agonizing ache in her heart to stop, she just wants to be happy for once in her life. Is that too much to ask for?

“ …You aren’t even pitiful for an act, you’re just that pathetic aren’t you? “ He shakes his head at her before continuing on, “ I can’t believe I ever wanted to save some little witch like you. I don’t know why I didn’t just kill you the moment I found out you’d been messing with my memories, that could have saved me so much time in not only my journeys, but my life. But as much as you probably wish I would, I’m not going to kill you. For you’re not even worth my time Witch of Memories, you’re just a pathetic hollow shell of another person who’ll always shine brighter than you ever will. “

She tightly hugs herself as her lips quivered from pain with how broken and shriveled up her heart felt. Why did she have to be so pathetic? Why couldn’t she have just been born strong? Why couldn’t she be more like Kairi?

“ Stop. Just, stop it please. “

“ What’s the matter? Nobodies aren’t even supposed to exist, let alone feel anything, so why don’t you stop pretending you’re hurt over the fact you’re nothing but an unwanted shadow to your Somebodies’ light. You’re a greedy shadow leach who takes light from others for yourself in order to live. “

It burns so bad, it really does.

“ Stop it, you’re… you’re wrong! “

“ No, I’m right. You do nothing but take from people. You do nothing but hurt everyone you try to ‘care for’, you sap the light out of life. Especially mine. So, I’m going to do the only thing you can do to get rid of a leach. “

Before she could ask what he meant by that he’s walking away from her, and she can’t bring herself to do anything but call out to him.

“ What are you..? “

And before he’s finally left out the door, he turns to look at her one last time before speaking,

“ I’m cutting you off. I don’t need a lightless witch of a leech in my life. Be grateful I’m not killing you, for leaving you alive is the only mercy someone like you will EVER be able to afford. “

And before she can cry out, she finds herself resting into the bedroom she’s been staying with her head face first into a pillow. And while most times she finds herself crying over her nightmares from pain, all she feels right now is just numbness. For how else was she supposed to feel waking up from a dream like that?

She’s tired of hurting and being hurt, for Namine can only take so much before she shatters into pieces that can’t be glued back together anymore.

She just wants to find peace and happiness within herself.

Is that truly too much to ask for?

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Voluptas Noctis Aeternae {Part 7.36}

*Severus Snape x OC*

Summary: It is the year 1983 when the ordinary life of Robin Mitchell takes a drastic turn: she is accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Despite the struggles of being a muggle-born in Slytherin, she soon discovers her passion for Potions, and even manages the impossible: gaining the favor of Severus Snape. Throughout the years, Robin finds that the not quite so ordinary Potions Professor goes from being a brooding stranger to being more than she had ever deemed possible. An ally, a mentor, a friend... and eventually, the person she loves the most. Through adventure, prophecies and the little struggles of daily life in a castle full of mysteries, Robin chooses a path for herself, an unlikely friendship blossoms into something more, and two people abandoned by the world can finally find a home.

General warnings: professor x student, blood, violence, trauma, neglectful families, bullying, cursing

Words: 3.4k

Read Part 1.1 here! All Parts can be found on the Masterlist!

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"And that is?" Robin raised her eyebrows at him in question and curiosity alike, immediately catching onto the spark of hope that came with the prospect of an advantage indeed.

"Me." He replied as simply as that, with an entirely, if not too straight face, and Robin couldn't help her snort in return

"How very humble of you…" She said smoothly, but with a smirk on her lips nonetheless. He was right though, they did stand two against one after all, and they always would. The thought, as always, served to calm Robin more than any piece of saving history or weapon could.

"I am entirely serious about it." Snape added however when Robin's humoured expression didn't cease even after a few seconds, and thus her smile vanished to make way for her utmost attention to his words again. "Since there have always been mutual affections between the Morgan and the Bennett heir up to this point, as well as going by the few accounts of various incarnations of the prophecy, it is safe to say that there has never before been such a disturbance. Both heirs have as of yet always opposed each other alone, because neither was free in their choice to seek out a different partner."

"And you think that whatever anomaly it was that made me not have any curse-inflicted positive or negative emotions for Morgan is the reason why the prophecy will end differently this time?"

"I believe you are the best chance to end the prophecy once and for all that the Bennett line has had in over five hundred years." He replied in open sincerity, and Robin's heart skipped a beat before it was captured by both hope and adoration. "And I can state the facts as they are: I was never meant to be part of this prophecy, nor am I part of it now. I am the anomaly in this scenario, and as we both know, anomalies tend to lead to a different outcome than the predicted one, even in any controlled environment."

"Did you just use potions logic to explain why we will win against Morgan?" Robin couldn't help the affectionate smile that took over her features once more; phrased like he had just now, it really did sound like she had a chance. She couldn't put into words how much she loved him for always cheering her up. For giving her hope, and every strength she could possibly need.

"It appears so." He mused in return, quirking an eyebrow up along with his words as he studied Robin in the flickering light of the flames. "Yet the fortunate preconditions will not change one of the core problems of the entire prophecy: in order for you to live, we will have to kill Morgan instead."

Robin's heart fell in an instant, as did her smile, and even her stomach picked up the all too familiar churning once again. For a few seconds she avoided Snape's eyes by staring into the flames, before at last her gaze returned to him in all the unfathomable sadness it brought along. "I can't kill him, Sev. I had every possibility and reason to today, and yet I… I can't."

"I know. And we will see to it that you won't have to." He replied quietly, then seemed to be lost in his own thoughts for a moment until he spoke on. "Though I admit I do not entirely understand how the prophecy treats the subject. From what I understand, Morgan will have to die at your hand and only yours, even though or especially because I am not part of the prophecy. Otherwise I would gladly have volunteered to end him myself in this very instant."

A huff, both bitterly humoured and indignant, escaped Robin's lips, and she found herself rolling her eyes at this stupid prophecy. Of course it had to be her… everything else just would've been too easy, wouldn't it? But then again… "I wouldn't have wanted you to do it either way." She said. "I will gladly spare your soul that torture at any cost."

"Morgan's death is inevitable if we want to keep you alive, you know that."

"Nothing is truly inevitable. It can't be." Robin shrugged with another sigh, then finally gathered her wits to speak up about another thought that had fostered in her mind ever since this afternoon. "You know, I looked at him while he was at my mercy today, and I realized something that only now makes sense to me. At last."

"Enlighten me."

"Do you remember what my boggart turned into, in my third year?"

"How could I forget… It was a deeply concerning and unsettling occurrence." Snape scoffed, but then sighed and motioned for her to continue.

"I think it was the prophecy that made the boggart change into that dark version of myself which we both saw. And it's also what turned my nightmares in my fourth year into such a horror show. Remember Morgan's words, at the ball: he sees in me the hollow darkness of inevitable death." Robin took a deep breath, then finally got to the point. "The boggart and my nightmares showed me precisely what will become of me if I kill Morgan like I am obviously meant to. It was my destiny in the prophecy that the boggart and the curse found in my being, not my deepest fear. Even though it might as well be one and the same thing at this point."

"That-..." Was his only reply for a few long seconds, until surprise was followed up by understanding in his expression. "I believe you might just be right about that."

"I don't want to become that thing we saw back then, Sev." Her voice took on an almost pleading tone, low and far too breathy for Robin's liking, but it was the price for keeping it from breaking entirely. "But I would, if I kill Morgan. Perhaps it's part of the curse… or perhaps it's just my own stupid weakness. But we both have seen what will become of me, and I don't want to be that person. I can't be. I can't kill him."

"Then we will find another way to end the prophecy. Without anyone dying."

"What other way could there possibly be? You said Morgan's death at my hands is inevitable, it's always gonna be either him or I. No third option. I kill him, or I die."

"Just as you said before, nothing is truly inevitable." He returned, as calmly serious as ever. "While I would not hesitate to end Morgan in a blink, I will also not hesitate to spare you from doing so yourself. We will find a different way, because we always do. Because we have to."

"Alright." And again, as always, Robin couldn't help believing him in the end. A half smile tugged on her lips as she looked up at him once again, in the knowledge that they would be alright somehow. "We will find a way, before it's too late."

"That we will." He sighed under his breath, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and yet held onto her a little more tightly in return. They weren't optimists, no… but they had as of yet gotten out of even more impossible situations than this, every single time.

Robin's smile brightened ineffably as she allowed herself to be tugged closer against his chest, his head coming to rest on top of her own, and for a moment they simply enjoyed the silence of the night. It was terribly late, and there was no doubt that they both were beyond exhausted. Perhaps detention and almost dying weren't quite comparable in what they did to one's body and mind, but it was safe to say that this day ought to come to an end for both of them nevertheless. It had been too much… Hogsmeade, the room of hidden things, Morgan's office, dinner, their office, Morgan's rooms, the astronomy tower, and finally the entire struggle with the prophecy right here and now. Good gods, Robin's head felt like bursting with all the things she had just learned. They had uncovered so many horrible truths today… but they finally had gotten a step further in understanding the big picture. A step further to bringing it all to an end.

"Is there any more we can do now?" She asked after a while. "I feel like we forgot something crucial, but I can't grasp what that might be."

"We should rest, for now. Everything else can wait until tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be." He replied with a subtle sigh, and finally pulled away just enough to look at Robin once more. "Perhaps we should see the bright side of things, too, for once."

"And that would be?"

"I can keep you here with me all night without any remorse."

A loud snort escaped Robin as they both got up from the ground to get ready for bed at last, and she couldn't help the smirk that just then tugged at her lips. "As if you've ever felt any ounce of guilt over that before…"

"Officially, I have."

"Officially, I shouldn't even be here in the first place for you to feel guilty over."

"Good thing we make our own rules then."

"Indeed."

… … …

Falling asleep that night, surprisingly, turned out to be less troublesome than Robin had anticipated. Once they both were curled up under the soft covers, wrapped tightly into each other's arms in the fierce comfort of utmost protectiveness, they were both out like a light within seconds. While it still hadn't been often that they'd gotten to spend the night like this, it currently was the reassurance of each other's presence that made it possible to find sleep in the first place, and while Robin would've found more excitement in it under different circumstances, it was the calmness that gifted her a dreamless sleep for what was left of the night to rest.

The morning, however, was everything but calm in return. It was Sunday, sure, but when they woke up five minutes after breakfast had started, the world came crashing down on them rather abruptly. In all due haste, it took them only a few minutes to get ready and hide the box of parchments in one of the shelves before they quickly made their way towards the great hall. Together, for once, since Snape had absolutely refused to let Robin wander through the empty hallways alone, and Robin had given up her protests before she had even gotten properly started. When Snape had set his mind to something, there was little to nothing she could do about it. And honestly, she found herself rather glad about that.

As always, they did go separate ways once they reached the doors to the great hall though, and Robin didn't hesitate to make her way inside and towards the Slytherin table already, while trying to catch her breath after almost having to run to keep up with Snape. At some point, when there wasn't such a pressing reason to hurry, she would have to remind him that his legs were about double as long as hers, which made it nigh impossible to keep up sometimes. Or at least it felt like that; she would have to remember to bring it up at some point. Unfortunately, it was only when Robin spotted Gideon and Michael that she remembered something else, namely the thing she had forgotten about last night. Their challenge, which really hadn't been one in the first place. Oh bloody hell… she had forgotten to take a proper look into her memories to check the stupid order of the stupid items on Morgan's stupid desk. But seriously, there had been so much more urgent matters at hand! Bloody fucking hell though, for she still couldn't tell them that. She still had to put on a smile and joke as if there wasn't some ridiculous life changing prophecy at work. Great.

"Got up on the wrong foot, eh?" Gideon greeted her with a smirk right when Robin reached their little group in the middle of the long table. "You look like someone's turned your shower cold while you were still under it."

"Something like that, yeah." She sighed in return, then dropped down into the seat between Jorien and Simon that had been saved for her. "Anyway, good morning to you, too."

Granted, her friends did try to cheer her up during breakfast, and Robin found herself sighing inwardly more than once while she put on a fake smile and, sometimes, could even muster up a real one. Her occasional glances towards the head table were kindly ignored like always, her 'hmm's for an answer as well, and at last she almost believed that the boys had forgotten about the challenge for good when after twenty minutes still nobody had asked about it. But of course, fate or whatever entity was currently messing with her wasn't as kind as to let her off the hook that easily.

"So, when are we finally going to talk about yesterday's evening activities?" Cas asked with a beaming and giddy smile that made Robin want to strangle her in an instant. Honestly, she loved Cas, but the girl had the most awful timing known to human history.

"Oh yes, right!" Gideon jumped right onto the train of thought, and even dropped his toast while his gaze flew over to Robin. "Where's that proof you promised, huh?"

Under different circumstances, Robin would've straight up snarled at the boy's smug expression and quieted his every inquiry with a single glare. But she had more or less promised them proof, and she had most definitely promised herself to keep her friends out of this mess. So she had to live with the consequences now, even if they majorly annoyed her. Sighing inwardly, she tried to recall the details about Morgan's desk, what it had looked like, what items he kept on there… Perhaps a rough description would have to do. Or, perhaps indeed, it would only take one single detail, a detail that almost nobody could know of. Well, unless they had carefully searched through his desk like she had, of course. Yes, that certainly would do to serve as proof for the boys! Why on earth hadn't she thought of that before?! With a mostly feigned mischievous smile, Robin leaned onto her lower arms and over the table, closer to Gideon and Michael. Unsurprisingly, every single one of her friends followed suit and leaned in closer to her as well. The fact that they were already so used to her antics rendered her smile a little more real, and a little less bitter.

"Alright, but don't judge me before you've checked the facts yourself." She started, once she was sure that all five of her friends were listening. Even Jorien and Simon, who had shown absolutely no interest in the entire endeavour last night, were intently paying attention now. "In the locked drawer in his desk, Morgan keeps a book on beautifying spells 'for the modern gentleman'."

It took a second, but then Michael and Gideon burst into laughter, while Simon and the girls simply gaped at Robin as if she'd told them that a spaceship had crashed in Hogsmeade. Admittedly, both reactions amused Robin quite a bit in return, which served as a most welcome distraction from the morning's hasty gloom. The book had indeed been an amusing discovery, now that she thought of it. One that she had previously simply ignored in order to focus on the greater good, the bigger plan, the more important matters. Well, perhaps it did her some good now to remember that there were other things in life than the big problems. That Morgan was also just a human being, with flaws and secrets and weird mannerisms. It certainly made breathing a little easier for now.

"That is absolutely hilarious." Gideon snorted a moment later, after he had finally managed to catch his breath. "I honestly hope it's true."

"Of course it's true!" Cas snapped back at him, even though the fact still seemed to irritate her at the same time. "Robin doesn't lie…"

"Thank you." Robin gave the girl a half smile and a nod, then turned back towards the boys across from her. "I consider this inane challenge completed now, but you are of course free to verify my claim."

"I believe you." Michael shrugged with another humoured huff. "Would explain why the guy's always so…"

"Pretty?" Gideon suggested with raised eyebrows, and Michael nodded in agreement. "Pretty is a good way to describe it."

"Petty would be even more like it." Robin sighed under her breath, but her own thought made her snort a second later nonetheless. Arrogance wouldn't help her, but if she was stuck in a limbo between confidence and fear already, she might as well enjoy the highs for now before the lows came back to haunt her.

"Speaking of petty, you won't believe what that pillock Justin did last night!" Gideon said, and Michael just groaned in return before shoving his friend and rolling his eyes.

"Who the frick is Justin?" Jorien asked with an indignant frown in return, which almost made Robin snort again, for the girl, as so often, displayed a copycat version of Robin's own thoughts.

"Some guy in their house." Cas answered with a roll of her eyes, but more at the subject than because of her friend's question. "He should be in Robin's year, actually, but knowing her, she probably has no idea who he is either."

"Caught me. I still don't care about the people in my year." Robin shrugged with one shoulder and kept her eyes on her toast, but she didn't cease to listen curiously to the elaborations around her at the same time.

"Anyway, Justin was helping us with our charms essays last night. Or rather, he was supposed to help us, but ended up being a stupid pillock about it." Gideon went on to explain.

"Yeah, he is really good at charms." Michael continued in a sigh where Gideon had stopped. "But he didn't even try to help us! Properly, I mean. He could've just answered our bloody questions, or pointed us to books that would have helped, but no, he had to make it all even more difficult by giving us even more questions! Questions and problems and… ugh! He honestly just made it more difficult for us to get the bloody essay done."

"I bet he didn't even want to help us." Gideon made a face, and Micheal nodded once again in agreement. "He probably just wanted to make himself look clever in front of the girls in the common room. Honestly, next time we'll just do it by ourselves."

"Or ask Robin."

"Right."

Robin nodded; of course she would help them with their stupid essays if they asked, she always did, but that was entirely besides the point right now. Her thoughts were already drifting off into another direction entirely, to something they hadn't even said, and that yet their rambling had triggered in Robin's mind. A thought, an idea… a perspective! A rush of adrenaline started burning down her veins, and her eyes just as her thoughts inevitably moved away from her breakfast and her friends, towards the head table, then towards Snape. It took but a few more seconds for his eyes to meet hers, and another for his mind to reach out to her.

'That look on your face is not about the dunderhead gang, is it?' He asked, straight to the point, which Robin was as always grateful for.

'No. We need to talk. With words. Now.' Her reply was a mere staccato, phrased like that in order for her request to even come out clear over the mess her thoughts had become once more. Going by the look on his face, he had understood her nonetheless.

'Astronomy tower. In five minutes.'

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And here we have the prelim notes from the rest of the book I wasn’t going to finish tonight but oops. If you squint, you can see where I started to lose focus for writing and went absolutely feral. Once again, proofreading is for cowards, it’s very late and I’m very emotional.

Pg 222

Alright let’s fucking go.

I am but a few sentences in and already being kicked in the heart, the narration referring to Noctis specifically as her “Beloved”. Since, so far, the narration has been good at reflecting the internal voice of the person it’s narrating, I---oh, this is going to hurt my little NoctLuna heart, isn’t it?

She wonders if he is a mirage born of longing. L o n g i n g. Goddamn, why do I fall for tragic ships?

The image we see in their parting scene of Noctis as a child reaching to Luna has often been said to be a reflection of Noct, but...this seems to suggest otherwise? To Luna, it conjures the final image she had of him for years, being carried away. That. That must’ve really stuck with her. 

Even back in those days, she considered Noct’s life more important than her own. 

So her thoughts were apparently of letting Regis move faster and get Noct to safety, but I still refuse to believe her choice to stay had nothing to do with Ravus. Pry it from my cold, dead hands I dare you. 

Luna “huh for some reason saying goodbye to this person I dearly love is hard why do I want to cry” Nox Fleuret please we’re barely into it!!

That smile she has at the end...is on purpose...she doesn’t want Noct’s last memory of her to be of her crying...she wants to make it happy…….

Elkajkfajlfakf her first thought when she’s alone is “i can cry now and not bother anyone” LUNA I SWEAR

Gentiana is here and apparently always was for Luna when she woke in the night and her mother and Ravus were sound asleep. 

Okay so she slept for a while and is now awake Someplace.

She does have a scar from the stab wound. Cool, very cool.

She’s in some kind of tomb and apparently has been in heaps for the rites that we already know were demanding and GODS TURN ON YOUR LOCATION I WANNA TALK.

She’s lowkey annoyed at whoever couldn’t be bothered to lay flowers at a grave properly lol

SHE’S LITERALLY JUST COME BACK TO LIFE AND IS LIKE “HUH SOMEONE LITTERED BETTER DISPOSE OF IT PROPERLY” Luna p l e a s e.

The newspaper has a picture of Noctis, which she recognises immediately. It’s been some time since he disappeared, apparently. 

She doesn’t know why he’s missing. 

Now she’s getting chased by a daemon. 

Also did she just arm herself with a stick? Lunafreya “found a stick on the ground and now i’m gonna use it, all this power that I found gonna totally abuse it, gonna hit so much stuff do not get into my way, ‘cause I found a stick and i’m using it today, I got a stick got a stick” Nox Fleuret. 

Now she barefoot. There are no stars, no moon. She’s catching on quick, clever girl. 

Ahahahahah clods

Ayee a motorbike-riding hunter Girl Bestfriend for Luna

SEND HELP THIS WOMAN IS A DISASTER. “I can’t get moving with all the extra weight” “Oh ok what can we dump?” “No I mean you“ “oh no”

DISASTER LUNA CONFIRMED THANK YOU STARS

Oh and now she feels guilty :( Luna you’re allowed to survive a near-miss with a daemon PLEASE

Hey? Hey is the driver Sol? Because the “I don’t want you biting your tongue” would harken back to something Aranea thought about her as a kid and that would be cool. 

Oh god the hunter has a gun and Luna has a stick and she’s like “yeah i’ll fight” I love a whole WRECK of a woman. 

She can fight with a polearm, one more reasons for partymember!Luna please square i’m on my knees

The daemon took her stick so she just attacks it with her bare hands I AM SCREAMING NOCTIS COME GET YOUR WIFE

She got the daemon good for her 

It was also painful and nauseating alas 

Get the gun off her >:(

Akfjal ok so the woman was holding a gun to Luna a minute ago, but then fainted, and Luna’s like “better loosen her collar so she doesn’t suffocate” this WOMAN 

Also she completely self-healed does that mean no cool scar? :(

“So I did, in fact, die” Luna you can’t think of that so casually.

Ah so it has been the whole ten years. There’s no mention of Luna’s appearance but the artwork doesn’t make her look different. Since Noct got his DILF glowup will Luna get a MILF glowup? Stay tuned to find out. 

KLAJFLAKF OK SO SHE WOULD HAVE DIED AFTER LEVIATHAN EVEN IF ARDYN HADN’T GONE ALL GHOSTFACE STABBY ON HER OK OUCH 

No wait she still has the scar awesome. Maybe. Question mark. 

IT IS SOL I CALLED IT 

Pg 249

Ok so is Luna just this strong because of her resurrection or was she always super strong because hello??

Ah, of course Aranea’s daughter would be feral also. I love her already.

Pg 254

Sol: describes the outpost and her companions being near to keep Luna from trying anything funny / Luna: thinking she did it to put her at ease PLEASE

“Transceiver” Luna I’m p sure that’s a phone

UMBRA BBY!! 

D: Pryna refused to leave Luna and now…..aaaaaaaaa….

Luna immediately looking for her notebook ;-; 

FJLSEKFF USING SOME RANDOM PAPER AND APOLOGISING TO NOBODY FOR USING IT WITHOUT PERMISSION WE DON’T DESERVE YOU

She’s trying so hard to get her message to Noctis….and Umbra is trying to comfort her…….

Pg 259

Cindy being a badass, as always. Good for her. 

Some of the similar phrasing in Sol’s POV compared to Aranea’s….

Luna being “not experienced with machines but a quick learner” ok but consider…….she’s just good with them. At least, ones she’s surrounded by. 

Anyway, techhead Luna pry it from me

Pg 253

Luna being unused to being in these conditions but trying to adapt and not complain...oh sweet girl…

Also being upset because she’s not used to being distrusted…

She really does live off the good opinion of others as the Oracle huh. She’s not used to earning it through her personality and actions alone. 

Oh, Bahamut. What the fuck do you want?

Yeah, so confirmed: Bahamut is the King God. 

Still kinda shitty he never spoke to Luna directly before this. Not like he’s never been around. 

Luna watching Noctis’ death, screaming and crying...oh gosh….oh man….oh dude….oh damn...oh fuck...my heart……

Luna thinking about her place in it all, how she took the ring to him, not knowing it would take his life…

Internally referring to him as the man she loves…

If only she had known, indeed. 

Bahamut really just keeps throwing mortals at his own damn job...little bitch. 

But she’s going to go for it, for Noctis’ sake. 

Pg 270

Yess black outfit Luna let’s go

Now they’re going to be travel companions and confirmed: Luna prefers her name over a title. 

Offering up the name Luna and thinking of Noctis, oh..

Apparently he started using it because he used to trip over her whole name this is so precious help????????

Even now she’s still bowing…

Pg 275

Luna learning how to ride a motorbike...Motorbike Luna please…

Luna being quick and cheerful and uncomplaining on the road…

Sol named her bike Regina this is so precious

No travel faster than the slowest member of the group - a hunter rule

Pg 280

Luna being happy over finding tea my beloved <3

Being really impatient while the water boils lmaoooo

She has a real polearm now!!

I already knew that she’s trained in using a polearm so she can wield the trident, but this is still good to see. Also they trained her strength and stamina

Her training ground was called Ralmuell

Some things she trained in: running, swimming, meditation, chanting, dancing, and Oracle relics.

Aww she loves singing! <3

Also physical exercise

But she was also isolated for days at a time and made to fast for long periods and what the fuck what the actual FUCK 

(Lowkey i bet she never mentioned this to Noctis, he would he horrified and rightly so)

Sol being like “But aren’t you happy? Do they pay you well?” And Luna being like “????????????????????????????????????”

She’s starting a new notebook!!!!

SHE’S ADDRESSING IT TO NOCTIS!!

She begins her letters with “Dearest Noctis” I called it

Pg 288

Sol not knowing if Luna sleeps heavy because she’s worn out or not a morning person. I choose to believe both. She may be forced to be a morning person for her duties but she was far rather lay in. 

Lucian and Imperial communication devices tend to interfere with one another. Cool lil detail. 

SOL CALLS ARANEA MOM REPEAT SOL CALLS ARANEA MOM!!

Pg 293

Ay Gentiana!!!!

YO BAHAMUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HER?????

Pg 296

YES SOL talk some sense into Luna!!! Bahamut is being the biggest d-bag in history and making Zero sense

Luna not knowing how to help when Sol gets upset after having her faith shattered ;-;

And wondering what she has ever done without the Gods...oh, ouch…

Well well well, if it isn’t my old friend...the seeds of doubt.

Pg 301

Luna’s in agony and doesn’t even complain about it…..aa….

Fuck yes Sol drag their asses. This is a curse, not a gift. 

Pg 305

Luna likes Sol so much and wants Sol to like her :/

Luna being so eager to tell Noct everything that she gets frustrated her hands will not move as fast as her brain. Girl, same. Same.

Pg 308

GLADDY DADDY!!

Gladio remarking that Noct would know right away if Luna’s real or not </3

Pg 310

Oh no, the outpost they were heading for got attacked

Luna really said “I’ve only had Sol for a few days but if anything happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself”

YOO NEW POWERS. Also she passed out. 

Pg 314

So, the reason Luna can withstand the scourge is because of her healing powers, and her blessing from the divine. 

Luna?? Outwardly expressing a hint of doubt of the Gods’ plan??????? Talking of answered prayers…

GOOD YES. THIS BOOK IS SAYING EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN SAYING. LUNA’S SO CAUGHT UP IN “I NEED” AND “I’M DESTINED TO” AND “THE CALLING OF THE ORACLE” THAT SHE CAN’T SPEAK FOR HERSELF, LUNAFREYA. AAAAH.

Luna wonders about her clothes - she’s only ever worn what she thinks people will like, and the only thing she was excited to wear was her wedding dress. 

Sol mentions Noct, and Luna immediately realises that yes, she did want to spend time with him. Very, very much.

“If you ask me, I say to hell with all this Oracle stuff. Who cares about some damn calling? The Oracle died ten years ago. The person I see before me right now is just a woman. Her name is Luna. She’s crazy strong, but otherwise, she’s a person like anyone else, and she wants to be back with the guy she loves.” Sol, you are my hero. My messiah. I adore you, have my firstborn. 

Luna being physically incapable of not saying “I am indebted to you” bullshit and the girls laughing about it I’m so WEAK.

Pg 320

Hey, there’s a Sapphire Weapon around too. 

Sol revealing her true identity and Luna just being like “yeah so?” has the same vibe as Prom revealing his origins and Noct being like “who cares?”

LUNA CHOOSING TO HELP SOMEONE OF HER OWN VOLITION, AND NOT FOR HER CALLING!!!!! ! !! ! !

“That is the kind of thing people say before they go and die on you.” Aaah Luna’s learning. And also almost but not quite using Sol’s verbiage instead of her own I’m loving this. 

Pg 328

Luna wondering how much past Oracles may have suffered, even her own mother ;-;

OH MY GOSH OK LUNA’S GETTING ARDYN’S BACKSTORY LET’S GOOO

LUNA FEELING A SENSE OF EMPATHY AND EVEN COMRADERIE WITH ARDYN...KNOWING THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH SOMETHING SIMILAR...LUNA HELPING ARDYN WALK A PATH OF REDEMPTION PLOT WHEN?

Everyone: “stop Ardyn” Luna: “did you mean Help”?

Luna FINALLY asking the question she should have: Why Me?

Pg 335

Oh okay so Odin exists in this world, Neat.

A messenger, who used a sword and spear. Love this.

So this wasn’t Bahamut’s first time fucking up the world because he’s the deified equvilent of a used dishrag, cool.

Oh, hey, the story remembered Ravus at last, cool. Fuck you, book.

Luna’s first instinct is to blame humankind for the Old War until Sol points out that the Gods were giant assholes too and Luna being like Mind_Blown.gif

“Perhaps this is not a statement befitting the Oracle, but . . . in light of such knowledge, one cannot help but wonder whether the gods deserve our faith.” PRAISE THE-actually, nevermind.

SOL CALLING THE WEAPON TINY I am literally going to cry

The Weapon is dead, nice

NO FUCK GODDAMNIT THEY TURNED MY WIFE INTO A DAEMON

Oh my god this scene is after my heart

Ok my wife is safe all is well

Pg 351

Oh no Luna’s down for the count and Sol feels responsible :/ But at least they made it to Lestallum. 

Cor! Iggy! Gladdy Daddy!

Fuck yeah go Sol, save your new bestie

Pg 355

Luna dreams of her wedding……….. I……

Gentiana dropping straight facts, you go girl give us everything

For real though, how much danger is she putting herself in??

Penny in the air...come on, Luna, you can do it. Change your mind.

Pg 360

Sol calls Luna her friend ;-;

Mamanea is here to help

Alright besties are going to fuck shit up, this is what I came for. 

Pg 364

Wow Sol is about to straight up fight all of Lestallum to see Luna away safely, good for her.

She sent the notebook off to arrive with Noctis, with One Final Passage inside...oh my lil heart…

OH FUCK OH SHIT LUNA AND ARDYN ARE GONNA FORM A PACT THIS IS EVERYTHING I EVER DREAMED OF OH MAN OH FUCK OKAY LET’S FUCKING GO

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Pg 372

I was gonna stop for the night at the end of the last volume but fuck damn I need to see what happens next okay

Noct? Baby, that you?

He’s looking for his buddies :(

If Bahamut doesn’t shut his mouth I’ll reach in there and shut it for him. Poor Noct. Is this what he did for 10 years? This sucks.

Oh ok now Noct is getting the infodump

Noct seeing how in love Ardyn and Aera had been, and thinking of Luna…

And he’s so angry with himself. The guilt…….

Noct thinking about life if he hadn’t been the Chosen King, rather just another successor, and realising he may never have met Luna, never been engaged…

Oh my god, this whole stuff with Ravus weeping over Luna, denied the closure of holding her lifeless body and instead watching it slip away...BIG OUCH.

Noctis watching Luna make her first covenant with Shiva, being just so proud of her, and happy that someone was looking after her all this time...oh, this boy.

And then feeling sad that his own upbringing had been relatively comfortable, while Luna’s had been hard beyond what he ever imagined.

Saying sorry over and over because he never knew how hard it had been, how hard she’d worked to see him safe………

And finding a deeper understanding of Ravus, why he was so bitter to Noctis who travelled in comfort the likes of which Luna could not. 

Noctis gaining a deeper understanding of why his father doted so dearly……

Feeling scared, not wanting to die. WHY. I DIDN’T COME HERE TO BE HURT LIKE THIS.

And getting seemingly one last conversation with his Dad, I…

LKGJSLDGKJ NOCTIS ADMITTING HE CARED FOR LUNA’S LIFE ABOVE ALL OTHERS. DUDE. 

Pg 394

Oh gosh okay he found the notebook let’s go

He had looked forward to being with her in all ways Noct pls..

Ah so Luna does have good penmanship, I knew it. Also the fact that Noct recognises her handwriting instantly, even when it’s hurried and scrawled.

And he just breaks down sobbing ;-;

He’s determined Luna will not lay down his life again. Good for him.

Ok but remember how his last message was “waiting for you in Altissia” and now her final message is “waiting for you at the citadel” AH.

Pg 400

JKFLKSDF SOL IMMEDIATELY CALLING NOCT HANDSOME ME TOO?

They considered their notebook a private thing between two lovers and never shared it…

Ok alright off to Hammerhead goddamn I wish I could make more coherent thoughts

Pg 406

Noct laughing at Sol’s stories about Luna like she’s the cutest fucking thing in this world. And he would be right.

JKDASDFJLAFSGLKAJGA THERE IT IS, LUNA KNOWING HOW TO PLAY FIVE FINGER FILLET BY WATCHING RAVUS, ABSOLUTE GREMLIN SIBLINGS CONFIRMED

Noct spends the whole ride just trying really hard to understand what’s going on with Luna and wanting to help her and please I’m too weak for this 

Sol breaking down crying because Luna saved her mother and that’s what made her more daemon than anything, and Noct reassuring her because he knows full well that if it is within Luna’s powers to help, nothing will stop her.

Noct deciding that he will do everything to understand Luna’s position, and deciding to skip Hammerhead and go straight to Luna. 

Pg 414

Ok back with Luna and Ardyn

Ardyn’s being ridiculously obtuse, please man work with her here. I might almost forgive you for the apple thing.

Oh shit she just said Aera’s name.

Oh man, there goes Ardyn’s firm exterior.

And he’s the first one to break eye contact. But now Ifrit is here, joy of joys. 

She doesn’t want to fight without Sol :/

Pg 419

Noct having to fight daemonified Kings himself, bro…

He’s REALLY missing his bros

Hey Somnus is here. I like that song that’s named after you, man. 

Pg 424

Luna managed to save Ifrit from the scourge but now Ifrit is pissed with Ardyn

Oh man she’s gonna forge a covenant with Ifrit oh wow

But it proves her undoing and she is now Queen Daemon. Good for her. 

Pg 429

All of this, just as Noct arrives, naturally. 

Bahamut really is the dick to topple all dicks. 

Pg 432

Living for Ardyn lowkey talking shit to nobody in particular at the end of the world. 

Pg 436

Noct internally referring to Luna as “his love”

LUNA USED TO SING FOR THEM WHEN THEY WERE CHILDREN

HELLO YES HI THE BROS ARE BACK IN TOWN AND THEY’RE HERE TO HELP <3

HEEEY SOL JOINED THE BATTLE

ARANEA TOO DLC WHEN

Ahaha again with the tongue biting thing

BIGGS AND WEDGE ARE HERE TO GO BOYS 

Noct promised to save Luna <3

Pg 447

This whole scene...Noct acknowledging Ardyn as a King….accepting that they’d both meen manipulated...hmm…..

Holy moly Noct entreating the Kings to hand over the ring this is so good

Somnus actually apologising 

Ardyn going to face Bahamut in the beyond…

Pg 461

Noct smiling at his friends’ bat]nter

Taking multiple stab wounds to reach Luna

Ayee Ifrit’s here to help nice

The whole gang is! All the gods!!

Noct’s just calling out to Luna and did I mention I love them?

Noct jUMPING FROM THIS HIGH UP TO CATCH HER, THEM FALLING TOGETHER, THE SYMBOLISM, THE GENIUS, I--

Pg 469(nice)

Another sweet reunion scene I just can’t. 

Luna finally acknowledging her own blessings.

She’s fading away like in Altissia, only this time Noct begs her to live and be with him I WILL fucking cry

Page 471

When he wakes he’s holding Luna and she’s alive and he’s so freaking happy ;-;

He’s so happy he kept his promise..

Page 474

Ardyn getting the “Come to me” speech and “farewell brother” akfhjafkdjfaf

Page 476

Fuck yeah all the other gods + Noct against Bahamut, this is all I ever wanted

Bahamut’s face looking like Somnua and Noct is a really metal twist. Anyways, fuck this guy, he can sit on a tack. 

Pg 480

Ardyn and Somnus fighting Bahamut together in the beyond? Sign me the fuck up. 

And he gets to hear Aera one last time ;-;-;-;-;

Pg 483

GUESS WHO JUST GOT MURDUUUURED!

Noct is so scared Luna won’t wake up

No more gods no more crystal huh?

Gentiana’s final act is to save Luna so she and Noctis can be together I WILL throw something. Possibly myself out the window. 

SUNRISE. NICE. 

Pg 488

Insomnia’s a crater now oops

HOLY SHIT HELL YEAH THEY’RE GONNA GET MARRIED IN ALTISSIA

THIS IS NOT CANON IN LIFE BUT IT’S CANON IN MY HEART OKAY

Hey Ravus! Hey buddy! You’re here!

Oh gosh, Regis is narrating this. He speaks to each character and it feels like a send-off for all of them i’m so w e a k.

My heart...

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Mpreg Ignis (FF15 Mpreg Headcanons)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Contains Mpreg (Male Pregnancy. Don’t like? Don’t read!)

(Side note: this takes place in the alternative Ending of Episode Ignis, 2 years after Noctis goes into the crystal. I know it’s ironic that I’m using a blind Ignis Gif but I thought it looked cute. Shut up!)

• This Man is very observant.

• he’ll noticed changes right away towards his body.

•like when he gets suddenly sick to certain smells, gaining some weight, even tho he works out regularly.

• however, it isn’t until he goes to the doctor, he is giving some news; he is Pregnant!

• at first, Ignis wanted the doctor to repeat themselves, thinking he heard them incorrectly but the doctor just smiled while replying with a “Congrats!”

• he usually isn’t lost for words but this was one of the few times.

• he tries to contact the person who he suspects is the baby’s other parent, but to no avail.

• he isn’t sure what to do at first. He wasn’t sure if he was ready since he has to prepare for Noctis’s return.

• but for awhile, he keeps it a secret. For now.

• around the estimated 5 week mark: he starts having morning sickness, and him still having terrible reactions to the smell of food, didn’t help much.

• he starts getting frustrated with the baby’s other parent, he really wanted to talk to them to figure out a plan for their unborn child but they never answered.

• Iggy’s “partner” was a serious hunter. They usually go on long missions. And by long? They mean MONTHS! But They still made time to call Ignis.

• He realized that he’s on his own for now.

• he now obviously, can’t hunt huge Daemons anymore, for his own personal and his unborn baby’s safety.

• he heads towards the doctor as much as he can, to check up on the baby. One time he hears the baby’s heart beat. He immediately falls in love hearing his future child’s heart beating.

• Now he wants to keep the baby. With or without his “partner”.

•around the estimated 6-7 week mark, he hears horrible news.

•his “partner” died in the middle of a touch battle with Daemons. Which is why he’s been unable to contact his “partner”. Ignis is devastated.

•He knows that he has to rise this baby. For his “partner”.

• some time around the 10 week mark; he notices that he’s growing a bump in his stomach. He couldn’t more happy knowing that his baby was growing.

• by this time, he’s already told the people close to him that he was expecting, everyone has had a very positive reaction and congratulate Iggy.

• When Prompto returns to Lestallum, Ignis tells him that he’s Pregnant. Prompto, either shocked or excited, probably both, passed out (rip lol)

• he promised Iggy’s that he would help me however he could. Ignis appreciate it.

• Prompto starts taking pictures of Ignis and his baby bump. True photographer at heart ❤️ 

• around the 11-12 week mark; Ignis asks Monica to help him, which she gladly accepts. She does the heavy stuff, since that is dangerous for Ignis, who is getting bigger.

• of course, Ignis has experienced cravings but tries his best to control his diet, as he often does. (tho if you ask me, he probably gave in but won’t admit it lmao)

• When Gladiolus arrives to see Ignis (already hearing the news that his friend, is Pregnant) Gladio had to look a few times to make sure he was seeing it correctly. his friends baby bump, much Ignis’s embarrassment.

• but other than that, he is really supportive and promises to help Ignis. (Let’s skip a little shall we? xDDDD)

• around the 20-21 week mark; Ignis felt his baby kick for the first time, tho a little uncomfortable, he already feels like he’s close to his baby.

•By this time, Ignis no longer hunts, not just because he’s getting bigger, but because he was tired.

• Ignis was getting more tired, not moving as much since when he did it felt d r a i n i n g.

• on the bright side, he wasn’t getting sick as much.

• Gladio and Prompto helped bring in some gil (Praise these boys)

•around the 28-30 mark, Ignis was getting more excited about his baby’s arrival. (sorry that was short lol)

• lris bought many cute baby clothes and even helped decorate the baby’s room. Tho it was small, it was beautiful.

•Oddly, Ignis didn’t want to know the gender til after it was born. He wanted to be “surprised” as he puts it. 𝘚𝘰 ���𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 -_-

•Ignis also has become more motherly around  Talcott and other kid’s for that matter. (at this point he doesn’t give a f u c k about the mom comments anymore)

• Bitch he’s a MOTHER! NO DRAMA! 🤏🙄

• One thing everyone around Ignis can agree on is that; Ignis has become more Moody. Not much in rudeness (I mean have you met Ignis?) Just irritability.

•around the 35 week mark; Prompto managed to convince Ignis to do a maternity shoot (ooooo)

• tho Ignis pretended to be irritated, he actually was enjoying it. The pictures turned out adorable. Ignis privately asked Prompto for  physical copies for the pics.

• 37 mark; 9 Months Pregnant. He was almost there! Of course, he can’t physically give birth, at 39 weeks, there going to be a planned c-section.

• when asked if there was any baby names, Ignis replied, “My lips are sealed.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 👁 👄 👁

• 38 weeks (yeah I’ve pretty much gave up at this point); Ignis felt some minor pain. Eh he’s felt worse (literally!) but as time goes on, the pain worsen. it got to the point where Ignis started taking deep breath’s.

•A week early, Ignis was in labor!!! (weeeeeeee wwoooooooooooo 🚑)

• Monica, seeing Ignis bend over for support knew it was time. Rushed him immediately to the hospital.

• several hours later (am I annoying you guys get with my puns yet?)

• A baby girl was born! (You change it if you want to but I really want it to be a girl 🥺 👉👈)

•The baby didn’t really look like Ignis, she looked a lot like her other parent who, sadly she’ll never meet.

•holding her for the first time, Ignis teared up, holding his little angel in his arms.

• “it’s you and me against the world.” Ignis whispered in his daughters ears.

• A week later, Ignis finally got to take his daughter home.

• Boy, people really fell in love with her.

•cid was basically a great-grandfather xD

•Prompto...Aww prompto was basically cooing her. Taking as much pics of her. (BEST.UNCLE.EVER)

• 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰

• (and you bet he’s gonna bring the baby every time he’s going to see Cindy wink wink)

•Gladio, jokingly replied that they now have “another Ignis around.” While lris happy that it was girl. (she needs friends but so do I)

•About that Comment Gladio made, he honestly wasn’t far from the truth.

• As she got older, she was quiet and reserved but extremely clingy to Ignis.

• As he looked at her, Ignis couldn’t help but feel like he was looking at his former partner all over again. He truly misses them.

• Oddly Ravus really grew to love the child and The child grew to love him. She constantly asking Ignis “When’s Uncle Ravus coming?”

•Ravus became more playful and Calm. Maybe she reminds him of Luna.

• ........

•........

•.......

• Year’s Later, When Noctis came back and brought back the light, and survived, Ignis knew he had to get them to meet.

• When Noctis met his 8-year old Niece, he teared up. He felt so guilty for missing out on so much of her life.

• Ignis, now working full-time at the Citadel, has to take his daughter to work with him, by Noctis request, so he could spend some time with her.

•Ignis felt a like proud Mother.

(Sorry that it got cheesy at the end, I was having too much fun 😅 I hope you guys like it! I’m suprised that there isn’t really any Mpreg Ignis. Maybe because he’s hard to write? Idk. But hey! If you want something done right you Gotta do it yourself!)

Also please be nice about it in the comments this is my first Mpreg headcanon 🥺👉👈 (constructive feedback is welcome obviously)

[randomfandomimagine]

Finger Guns (Prompto Argentum x Reader)

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: Guns

Word Count: 1,7k words

Requested by @xwhenyouwakeupx​: Hello! You're writing is so lovely. I was wondering if you could write a ficlet for a fem!reader x Prompto from FFXV where Prompto finds out that reader is terrified of guns but pretends to be fine even though she tenses up whenever she sees them. He does everything he can to comfort her and teaches her that it’s okay and eventually is able to place a gun in her hands. 

A/N: I thought I was very inspired for this one, but in the end I’m a bit insecure about the result. Hope you like it, lovelies!

Prompto Argentum x Female Reader

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“Score!” Prompto exclaimed at the end of the battle, throwing his fist up in victory. You took a few steps away from his because of his broad movements. “We did it!”

“Could use a nap” Noctis mumbled, stifling a yawn as he began leading the way.

“You always want to nap” Gladio teased him, pushing the prince a little to annoy him.

“Nice job!” Prompto was suddenly next to you. He seemed to have moved while you were busy listening to your friend’s conversations. “Up top!”

You tensed up when you realized he was holding his hand up for a high five. Even if he was a sweet boy, in reality you wanted nothing to do with him. You hadn’t really connected with Prompto and there was something holding you back, you just didn’t know what.

Only to be polite, you threw your hand against his and dedicated him a forced smile. Instead of being satisfied with it, Prompto frowned at your reaction.

“Uh…” He muttered, awkwardly scratching his nape. “You okay?”

“Y-Yeah” You lied, noticing your shoulders were tense and trying to relax your muscles.

“It’s just… Do you have a problem with me?” Prompto whispered, averting his gaze. Suddenly, you felt guilty when seeing his crestfallen expression. “Did I do something to upset you? I-If so, I’m sorry! I didn’t meant to, Y/N”

Inhibited by this, you just stood there trying to gather your thoughts. You couldn’t remember him doing anything specific that explained your aversion for him. Still, it was true that you had been avoiding him and felt strange when he was close to you. Despite it all, you didn’t really know what to reply to him.

“Prompto” Ignis calmly called him, politely intervening. “If I may, I believe I know what the problem is”

The two of you looked at him and then at each other, surprised. You knew Ignis was observant, but it shocked you that he had noticed your issue and that he was willing to step in to help you fix it.

“Y-You do?” You mumbled in astonishment, wondering what Ignis was thinking.

“I do” He assured, nodding his head in determination.

“R-Really?” The blond locked eyes with you. “What is it, Iggy?” 

Feeling helpless, you stared at Ignis. The smallest of smiles gathered at the corner of his lips, but he hid it by bowing his head down and adjusting his glasses to his face.

“I believe she is not upset at you” He calmly motioned over to the guns in his hands. “But she seems startled by your weapons and her distaste of them has spread over to your persona”

You gawked at him for a moment, understanding how right he was. After a while traveling together, the five of you had shared many battles. This meant that for some time you had been startled every time Prompto fired his weapons. If Ignis’ theory was correct, this had nearly conditioned you to have a bad reaction towards Prompto because of his guns.

“Yeah… It’s the... the guns...” You timidly muttered, admitting your dislike for them.

“Oh!” Prompto glanced down to them and quickly back to you, instantly summoning the guns off until they were gone. It brought you immediate relief, which also confirmed it: Prompto wasn’t the problem – you were only put off by his weapons.

You had no problems with swords. Even Gladio’s one, as big as it was, didn’t worry you. However, guns were something else entirely. As often as you had to go into battle, you always tried to distance yourself from Prompto, this became clear to you. His weapons intimidated you enough on their own to on top of all having to hear the loud and startling sound of him shooting close to your ear. Despite how much it bothered you, it felt like something a bit silly to be upset about taking in consideration it was your day to day. It didn’t seem to faze them at all, but they had noticed, as you probably grimaced every time he shot and were willing to help you overcome this issue.

“I-I can stop using them” Prompto offered, giving a carefree shrug. “I can also fight without them, if they scare you...” 

“Actually, we could use your long range support” Gladio patted his back, making him stumble with the force.

“Perhaps the best thing to do would be help Y/N get over her fear”

“Yeah! You have nothing to be afraid of, Y/N, I promise. I know how to safely use them”

“Why don’t you try using them? Wanna give it a… shot?”

“Too soon, Gladio”

“Alright” You laughed a little, relaxing because of their pun and Prompto’s scandalized reaction. “I’ll try”

“Great!” Prompto sweetly smiled at you. “I can teach you!”

“Can we camp first?” Noctis finally piped up after being silent the entire time. “I’m beat”

“Alright, Noct” Ignis agreed with a nod. “That way Prompto and Y/N have somewhere to practice”

_

You felt your hands shaking as Prompto took out his guns. The boys sat not too far from you, relaxing and taking amongst them as Noctis took his long awaited nap. There was nothing that indicated danger, and even if the goal was to teach you not to fear them and how to properly use them, you couldn’t help but to go over worst case scenarios in your head. All of them involved accidentally shooting and hurting someone. Swords didn’t have that problem.

Prompto expertly loaded his guns, making sure you saw every single step. He was convinced that once you understood how they worked you wouldn’t be so afraid of them anymore. You weren’t so sure about it.

“Now” He said once he was done preparing them. “Wanna hold it?”

“Not really…” You warily eyed the gun he offered you, but didn’t move.

“C’mon, it’s okay!” He reached closer to you until you begrudgingly took it from him. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise”

Taking a shaky breath in, you nodded your head. You had to try, otherwise you would never get over this fear. And you wanted to, especially after you realized you had related your aversion to guns to Prompto. It wasn’t that you disliked him, but you had subconsciously started to distance yourself from him because of his choice of weapons.

Prompto moved slowly, trying to keep you calm, as he put the gun in your palm. You gasped a little at the contact, surprised by the weight of it as well as the cold temperature of the metal cover.

“It’s all about gun control” Prompto then said, showing you how he put the safety on. “I’m always very careful”

To demonstrate, he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened as the weapon was locked. It made you sigh in relief, teaching you that he did indeed take all the necessary precautions.

“Whaddya say?” He turned to you, still lowering his gun to avoid it pointing at you even with the safety on. “Wanna try to shoot it?”

You looked down to the weapon in your hand, keeping it as far away from you as possible. It started shaking in your hand at the thought of using it. Feeling helpless, you gulped and looked up at Prompto. He frowned when you vehemently shook your head.

“That’s okay, baby steps” Moving slowly again, he took the gun from you and summoned it off. “You still held it! That’s a lot, Y/N! I’m proud of you”

You smiled a little when he gave you a friendly nudge. At the very least, you weren’t feeling stupid about your fear anymore. It really helped that Prompto and the boys took it seriously.

“We can give it another try later if you want” He offered, fixing his warm blue eyes on you. “You were still very brave to hold it!”

“Yes, please” You heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Prompto”

“No problem!” He beamed at you, giving you such a bright grin that you wondered how you could have disliked such a lovable person before. “I can still stop using them if you want…”

“No, it’s okay. But can you…” You began, but timidly paused. Prompto hummed at you, encouraging you until you felt confident enough to speak up. “Can you try to stay away when you use them?”

“Sure thing!” Prompto chuckled in a cute way. “But I’ll have to make up for it by being closer when we’re not in the middle of a battle”

“Deal” You laughed too, finding that you actually really enjoyed being with him. “I’m sorry that we have to stop now”

“It’s fine! If you prefer, we can use finger guns for now” He held his hands up in that position, starting to run around and dodging as though you were in an actual battle.

You giggled, glad to play into his game: holding your hands up and bending your fingers like they were guns, you pretend to shoot at him. Prompto dramatically rolled to the side, successfully dodging the imaginary bullets. You two started to chase each other, taunting each other and taking cover behind anything you could find. Hidden behind a rusty barrel, you laughed and shoot him with your finger guns.

Several minutes of back and forth later, you had left your improvised covers behind at a certain point. Then, you pointed at Prompto and he was more than happy to play dead in response.

“Ah, you got me!!” He clutched his chest and threw himself to the floor, giving his performance a serious flare despite his smile. “Right in the heart!”

You laughed as you ran to him, kneeling beside him and shaking his shoulder when he fell. Your friend limply moved and held his tongue out. Still he was laughing and opened his eyes when you tried to revive him by tickling his sides.

“Ah! Okay, you got me!” He exclaimed, giggling along with you. “I’m alive, it’s a miracle”

You shoved him a little, feeling a connection with him even after spending such a short period of time together, of actually interacting with him.

“Children!” Gladio called you, bringing you back to reality. “Get a move on, we’re leaving”

“Same time tomorrow?” Prompto asked you, earning an affirmative nod from you.

You offered Prompto a hand, which he took to be pulled to his feet. Contrary to your previous feelings towards him, now you felt calm and safe with him. The two of you went to reunite with Noctis, Ignis and Gladio, smiling at each other.

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[tiifalockhart]

Picture Perfect

Pairing: Prompto x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: hellooo I’m back yet again with another one shot. I loved writing this and Prompto is absolutely adorable in FFXV, I just had to write something for him QAQ I hope you enjoy it!! Feedback is always appreciated

Ao3 || Masterlist

Traveling around the world was an adventure within itself, seeing sights with your own eyes, eating different kinds of food, even meeting different kinds of people. Having four of your best friends along for the ride made it a lot more fun... And bittersweet. Inevitably, the adventure would be over, Noctis would be married and the four left would become Crownsguard. You, honestly, never wanted it to end. Even if the dangers outweighed the the good, it was still fun. Forming bonds and relationships with Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus was the best time of your life.

Although... Something was different. You had noticed it at the Chocobo Farm in Duscae. After leaving behind Cindy in Hammerhead, Prompto had been acting very... Strange to say the least. He hardly looked you in the eye anymore, he often squeezed between Gladio and Ignis whenever they were sitting to eat, and often times, you'd find him trying to bring Gladio or Noctis into your nightly banter. It bothered you. You weren't quite sure what you could have said or done, but Prompto was more distant than usual. It wasn't like him to just... Avoid people, especially since he's a social butterfly.

You mentioned this to the other three a couple days ago when they were alone. Noctis, who was currently attempting to catch frogs, simply brushed it off. "He's probably going through heartbreak from Cindy." He remarked, a teasing tone to his voice.

"Heartbreak? So what does that have to do with me?" You asked, receiving a shrug in response.

"Dunno. Have you tried asking him?" The prince responded, his eyes locking onto a frog.

"No, but I figured that you would probably know something since-" And that's when you realized Noctis was no longer listening. You sighed and gave up, leaving Noctis with his... Frog ordeal.

A few hours later, while you and Gladio were strolling further behind the pack, you mentioned it to him. His response wasn't as helpful either.

"Didn't you say that one of his pictures didn't look so good?" Gladio asked, crossing his arms.

"What? Of course not. That was Noctis." You commented dryly, sighing.

"Whoops. Then I have no idea why." He said, shrugging and catching up with the rest.

Your only hope left was Ignis. By the time the five of you settled at a haven, you managed to catch Ignis alone as he was cooking. You stepped up in front of him, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Yes?" He murmured smoothly, analyzing his choices of meals.

"I wanted to ask you about Prompto..." You trailed, furrowing your brows. Ignis raised a brow as he glanced up at you.

"It's about why he's been avoiding you, isn't it?" He asked, knowing already some how. You raised your brows in surprise.

"How-"

"I heard you and Gladio earlier. Although I'm not sure why exactly, I would assume it's his little crush on you that has him acting so strangely." He explained, causing your cheeks to heat up significantly.

"What? Little crush? Don't be ridiculous." You muttered, looking away to hide the growing blush.

A small smirk formed on Ignis' lips. "He avoids you, doesn't look at you directly, tries to pull other people in your conversations, correct?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he began to cook. "Your dear friend Prompto has feelings for you and isn't quite sure how to tell you." Ignis answered simply, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You stared at him in confusion. "No, that doesn't sound right." You answered with a shrug, returning to the camp and sitting with them. Perhaps it was useless asking them for help... They didn't seem to know either.

A quiet sigh left your lips as you took a seat in your usual spot by the fire, leaning your head back to stare up at the stars. That's when you heard another voice to your right.

"It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" The blond asked, which surprised you. You looked over at him in confusion before nodding quietly.

"It is." You agreed, unsure of what else to say. You could feel his eyes lingering on you though, which made you shift in your seat.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. As you stared into the fire, you thought of many conversations you two could have, but your mouth refused to open. Finally, Prompto spoke before you could.

"Hey, I was thinking... There's this really nice spot near here for pictures. Do you wanna... Possibly come with me tomorrow morning?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, it's alright if you don't want to, Noctis already said no, so..." His voice trailed as he awkwardly looked away.

"I don't mind." You answered coolly, trying to brush off the fact that the two of you have barely spoken for the past week.

Prompto's eyes lit up at your response. "Oh, thanks! I was afraid that you might say no too." He stated, a chuckle leaving his lips.

You glanced over at him and forced a smile. "Of course not." You responded, knowing that you had your own motives. Now that you and Prompto would be alone, maybe you could get some answers out of him.

And just according to plan, Prompto woke you up earlier than the rest of the team, pulling you along eagerly towards a cliff overlooking the disc. It was absolutely glorious, the meteor shining and reflecting the sunlight, the odd rock formations from the impact, the sun rising and the sky painted beautiful yellows and blues.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

Prompto's voice snapped you out of your daze. You turned to look at him, nodding. "It is... Thank you for bringing me along." You stated softly, looking back to the scenery.

He nodded awkwardly, staring down at it hesitantly. "You know... I lied, I didn't bring you here to take pictures." Prompto admitted, furrowing his brows.

You looked over at him with a confused expression. "...Okay. So why are we here?" You asked, looking over at him suspiciously.

"I... Wanted to start off by apologizing!" He said, turning towards you with a guilty look. "I know I've been acting all... Weird, and stuff. I didn't mean to come off in the wrong way." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You nodded along with what he was saying, pleased that you weren't the one who didn't have to start this awkward conversation. "I see..." You answered simply, crossing your arms as you continued to stare into the distance.

Prompto's eyes began to dart around, unsure of what to look at or what to focus on, so he squeezed his eyes shut. "The reason why is because I like you. Like, like-like you. And I didn't know how to tell you because I was afraid you might reject me. Which I totally understand if you do, like, it's okay." He rambled, fiddling with his camera. A piece of it ended up popping off and falling into the grass, the sound of it dropping accompanied by an "aw shit."

You smirked at him as he shakily reached for it, bending down to grab it and placing it in his hands. "I know." You stated, returning to your cool demeanor. You definitely didn't know, but you were too stubborn to admit it. "I accept your apology." You said, finally glancing at him.

He let out a breath of relief. "Oh Gods, thank you." He sighed, wiping his forehead. "I really thought that you hated me after-" He was cut off by you taking a step towards the cliff. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You want to take a picture, don't you?" You asked, tilting your head to the side as you turned towards him. "Leave a timer on so we can take a picture together and remember our first date." You suggested, your words completely flying over his head.

"Oh, yeah. Good idea!" He grinned, setting up the camera and walking over next to you. It wasn't until after you two had posed and the timer was almost done by the time Prompto realized what you said. "Wait, did you say-"

Click.

There, on his camera roll, was a picture of his shocked face, along with you smiling in front of the Disc. It embodied your relationship quite well in your opinion, although Prompto did complain and ask for a "do-over." You denied it, calling it payback for him ignoring you for the past week.

When you arrived back to camp together, you noticed Ignis was already up, Gladio was missing (probably jogging) and Noctis was still fast asleep. "Hey Iggy!" Prompto chirped, skipping over towards the older and peeking over his shoulder, staring down at the meal in front of him.

"Morning, Prompto. You're up early." He stated, glanced over at you with a knowing smirk. "Feeling better, I suppose?" Ignis questioned, passing you and Prompto a plate.

"Oh yeah, a whole lot better." He responded, immediately digging in. You wanted nothing more than to wipe Ignis' 'I told you so' look off, but you simply dealt with it.

After all, you finally got your first date with Prompto.

[echoes-of-the-clockwork]

Book Three: Pestilence (Ignis x Reader) Chapter Twenty-Two

Famine and Pestilence stood beside one another as they admired the view from the overlook in Lestallum. Their hands were connected, fingers intwined together. The golden-haired girl looked toward her sister once feeling a familiar tug on her body. "Are you ready, Pestilence?"

(Y/n) nodded. "Yes, let's depart."

Famine gripped her hand tighter as she teleported to where the blonde was. While teleportation was usually a quick and easy thing to do for the Horsemen, this time it was slow and difficult. It took them about ten seconds to teleport and when they arrived in Cartanica, Famine was exhausted. She threw herself against the railing with a huff. "Okay, that's the only time I'm teleporting two people..."

"Our teleportation was only meant for one, not two," Pestilence chortled. "Though I do appreciate what you've done for me, Famine."

"Of course!" She giggled. "We're sister after all! I'd do anything for any of you."

"Hey!" A bubbly voice suddenly shouted.

The Horsemen turned around and saw Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis step off the train. The sharpshooter bounded over and stopped in front of the two girls. When seeing Pestilence, he examined her. "We were all worried about you, (Y/n)!"

Said girl hushed the boy, not wishing for Ignis to know she was here just yet. "I've missed you all, as well, but I beg of you: keep your voice down."

Prompto blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"You four will be descending into the quarry, correct? I would abhor distracting Ignis with my presence in his current state. I shall be here when you've finished tending to the royal tomb," she whispered.

"A-Are you sure?" He inquired. "Iggy's been really depressed lately and I think if he knows you're here, it would definitely brighten his mood."

(Y/n) looked toward the advisor as Gladio escorted him over to a bench and sat him down, leaning the cane against the railing. "Yes." She then looked toward her sister. "Could you accompany them, Famine?"

"You've read my mind, Sis," the emerald-eyed girl winked. "You don't mind, do you, Prompto?"

"N-Not at all!" Prompto cheerfully replied, his cheeks slightly red. "I'm gonna go tell Noct!"

Famine followed the blonde while (Y/n) remained where she stood. Her (e/c) eyes traveled over to Ignis and she gasped when she saw he pulled out her summoning orb. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she walked down the loading platform to get closer to him but was extra careful not to get too close in fear he would sense her presence.

A faint breeze blew across the land, whipping through the girl's ivory locks and carrying her scent. She combed a few stray strands behind her ear, looking away from Ignis and staring at the ground. When she looked back up after a few seconds, her eyes widened in bafflement when seeing he was looking directly at her. She knew his eyesight was gone, but she could tell he was looking straight at her.

"(Y/n)," Ignis called out as he stood up from the bench, leaving his cane behind as he slowly made his way over toward her.

Pestilence clamped a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from calling out to him. She took a few steps back as he approached. Her footfalls were silent and she headed in a different direction, but what shocked her the most was how he was able to follow her even after changing her course.

Ignis suddenly stopped his approach when detecting her actions. "I know not of your retreat, but I pray it's not due to my appearance, darling."

(Y/n) was flattered and shocked by the term of endearment. She lowered her hand away from her mouth so she could speak. "Your appearance does not frighten me, Ignis. How... How did you know it was me?"

He smiled faintly at the question. "The scent of mock oranges-a fragrance I've come to relish in our time together."

"I see..." She murmured emotionlessly. She placed a hand over her chest, turning her back to him. "You will be accompanying the others down to the quarry shortly. I will not be joining you, but I shall wait here for your return. There's something I have for you."

Wordlessly, Ignis closed the distance between him and (Y/n). Because of her scent, he was able to walk straight toward her. When he felt her presence a few inches away, he outstretched his hand and managed to place it on her forearm. His gloved hand gravitated downward until he found her hand. He grabbed it and spun her around before wrapping both arms around her small frame, pulling her flush against his body. He cradled her head against his chest while his other arm remained secured around her waist. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair, inhaling her scent. "Truly an enticing scent."

The Horseman felt herself beginning to blush at his words. "I-Ignis..."

"I vow to do all in my power to prevent what happened at the altar to reoccur," he declared. "Your absence at my side was a tragedy I by no means desire to endure once more. I beg of you, remain at my side. Although a guilty request, I implore you to reflect on it."

(Y/n) giggled at his words. "There's nothing to think about. Did you forget of what I spoke of with Ardyn upon the altar?" She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat. "By no means shall I betray you. I plan to walk alongside you for as long as you'll allow me."

"I would have it no other way, (Y/n)," he replied, stroking her snowy locks.

Suddenly, the couple had to part ways when Prompto called Ignis over to the elevator. With help from the blonde, he grabbed his cane and followed Noctis, Gladio, and Famine to the elevator. She waved at the group, but Noctis and Gladio had yet to notice her presence. Famine and Prompto were the only ones to wave back. Of course, Ignis had no clue of her gesture and was unable to wave back as he stepped onto the lift. She watched the elevator descend into the quarry before deciding to sit on a nearby bench to rest. She closed her eyes after staring up at the sky for a few minutes, forcing herself to sleep for a while.

<----------<<<<<

"Hey, wake up," someone hissed.

Pestilence opened her eyes and saw War standing in front of her. "What a pleasant way to be awoken."

The redhead rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "I'm only here because King Aeshema told me to check in on you."

(Y/n) stared into her sister's azure eyes. A smile appeared on her face as she stood up. "You've never been a good liar."

War's eye twitched slightly as she gritted her teeth. "Fine! I was worried, all right?! Is it a crime to worry about my sister?"

"No," (Y/n) giggled. "Though you didn't have to lie. Thank you, War. His Majesty told me what all you, Death, and Famine did. I'm terribly sorry for causing such worry."

The other girl huffed out a sigh. "What happened in Altissia was horrible. When Death told me you were missing, I couldn't believe it. And that boy... I've never seen someone so devastated."

"Are you still against our relationship?" The snowy-haired Horseman asked.

War shrugged her shoulders. "I don't even care anymore. Even King Aeshema thinks this'll be good for you... How could I possibly argue with the daemon king himself? Besides, after seeing Ignis like that, I...am quite envious of you, Pestilence."

(Y/n)'s smile shattered. "War..."

"Don't say anything," the redhead snapped. "I already know what you want to say, but I'm not going to listen. I fell in love with a monster who I believed loved me back. He broke down my defenses and stabbed me in the back when he saw the perfect opportunity."

"I believe there's someone out there who can and will cherish you dearly," she replied. "Don't give up just yet."

War looked away, gazing toward the distance. "I hope you're right..."

The sound of the quarry's rickety, rusty elevator grabbed their attention. They saw Famine alongside Noctis, Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis as they exited the elevator. The heavy atmosphere (Y/n) sensed from the group was gone and she wondered what happened to change it. As she walked over to the group, Prompto and Famine sauntered off to talk in private while the others remained where they were. Noctis and Gladio, after having failed to notice her presence earlier, stared wide-eyed at Pestilence.

"The hell you've been?" Gladio sneered.

"Gladio," Ignis hissed scoldingly, yanking his arm out of the brute's grip.

"Watch your tongue," War growled, glaring at the shield.

"It's fine, Ignis, War," (Y/n) replied before staring into Gladio's amber eyes. "Believe it as you may, but I was suspended in an endless cycle of life and death at the bottom of the ocean. It is thanks to King Aeshema I stand before you today."

"The daemon king?" Noctis muttered.

The snowy-haired girl turned her gaze to the ravenette. "Yes." She then revealed the vial in her grasp. "He also granted me access back to the Inner Sanctum to secure the herbs I needed to help Ignis. Famine and I had to venture to the Rock of Ravatogh for the final ingredient, but we completed the remedy in the end."

"What does it do?" The azure-eyed boy questioned as he stared at the pale blue paste inside the vial.

"Cures blindness."

All three boys were taken aback at her answer. A feeling of hope, which had been extinguished until now, reignited inside them. "This can't be real," Gladio commented, his temper from earlier gone.

"I assure you, Gladio, it is," (Y/n) said. "It will also heal the tissue around his eyes. It will take time to see results, but I promise it will work. You will regain your eyesight, Ignis. If I may, could we begin the treatment right away?"

Ignis used his cane to make his way over to her, using her scent as a guide. Seeing this, the Horseman took his gloved hand in hers when he was close enough and escorted him over to a nearby bench. He felt around for the bench before sitting down and placing his cane aside. Pestilence carefully took off his visor and winced when seeing the extent of the damage caused by the Ring of the Lucii. She placed the protective eyewear on the bench beside him before tracing the skin around the scars. A sorrowful sigh came from her as she analyzed the damaged skin. "I truly am useless for an immortal."

Ignis reaches up with both of his hands, grasping hers gently. "Perish the thought, (Y/n), for it is false. What transpired the day of the rite was none other than the fault of the empire. We were all powerless."

"Still, I feel as if I could have altered the events," she confessed.

"As do I," he admitted.

Desiring to change the subject, Pestilence removed her hands from Ignis' face once he released her. She took the top off the vial and poured a small amount of paste on her finger. "Now then, let's focus on your eyes." At her words, he opened his eyes slightly and she could see his once glistening emerald eyes were glassy and dull. She could tell it was painful for him and commanded him to shut his eyes. With a gentle touch, she began applying the paste. Every time he winced in pain, she apologized and he would reassure her.

Once (Y/n) finished applying the paste, she watched his skin absorb it. "All right. That'll do for today. I'll apply more in the morning. You should see some results around tomorrow afternoon."

"What is this remedy, (Y/n)?" Ignis inquired, his aching eyes feeling relief for the first time in a long while.

"It's one from time immemorial. A forgotten concoction meant to heal those suffering from blindness. This isn't the first time I've used it. We've a few monsters in the Inner Sanctum that posses powerful poisons that result in blindness. This remedy has served us well over the years." She put the cap back on the vial before it disappeared with a small puff of smoke.

The sound of the train whistle grabbed their attention. When they heard an announcement that the train would be leaving shortly, Ignis stood up and caused (Y/n) to back away slightly. She didn't make it far before he reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. She stared up at his sealed, scarred eyes as his hand slithered up her arm and toward her neck. His long, slender fingers trailed up the side of her neck until they stopped at her jawline. His index finger glided down her jawline until stopping at her chin. Gently, he took ahold of her chin and titled her head upward. He leaned down and placed his lips upon hers, kissing her tenderly.

Their kiss didn't last long because it was interrupted by a slightly annoyed Noctis. The raven-haired boy shouted for them to board the train before it departed without them. The couple begrudgingly unlatched their lips from one another.

(Y/n) grabbed Ignis' visor before looping her arm around his and escorting him back onto the train. As they boarded, she saw Famine place her lips on Prompto's cheeks. With a giggle, she vanished. The sharpshooter hopped onboard with a giddy grin and red cheeks, which made the Horseman smile.

Pestilence guided Ignis to the boys' cabin and opened the door for him. He stepped inside, the girl close on his heels. She closed the door behind her as the advisor placed his cane down before sitting on one of the bottom bunks. Once he was comfortable, (Y/n) walked over and gingerly placed the visor on his face.

"Thank you, darling," Ignis sighed in content.

She smiled at him. "You're quite welcome." She ran a hand through his slightly sticky locks. "I would suggest taking a shower. You smell miasmic."

"Our adversary in the quarry is to blame," he stated. "A malboro no less. A shower sounds quite lovely at the moment."

"Those monsters are rather rancid." She moves her hand from his hair to his face, caressing her fingers across his cheek. "Are you familiar with the bathroom's location? If not, I'll gladly assist you. Just ask and I'll do anything for you."

Ignis wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, resting his head on her chest. "You are a temptress no doubt, but I shall be fine."

(Y/n) wound her arms around his neck and leaned her head atop his. Even though he didn't smell like his usual cologne, she welcomed his warmth and touch. "All right. I'll wait for your return."

[chrismerle]

FOR THE FANFIC ASK MEME THING (I finally picked beyond 'just... all of them?'): F, I, K, M, N, Q, S, T, V, W, X, and Y. WHICH ISN'T ALL OF THEM it's just... several...

(from here)

F. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I’m working on a Final Fantasy XV AU, because that’s basically all I write for FFXV; I really love the building blocks it gave me, but I don’t like a lot of the architecture. Anyway, conceptually it’s a fairly standard ‘what if Ardyn wasn’t a villain?’ thing, and on the off chance it ever sees the light of day, it will be called There Is a Crack in Everything.

This is a really early scene.

Regis stepped into his study, and Ardyn scarcely gave him time to close the door before wondering, with a languid sort of ease, “For how long have I been Adagium?” He sounded as if the word tasted foul.

“Longer than I can be certain of,” Regis sighed, taking his seat at his desk, across from Ardyn.

“And I’ll be able to relax for...how long?” Ardyn wondered pleasantly, leaning an elbow on the desk and propping his chin in his hand. “Before those lovely toy soldiers of yours try to haul me back to my stone box, that is.”

For a moment, Regis was quiet. For a moment, Regis thought of his father. Mors would have reacted the instant he realized who Ardyn was, and Regis wondered how many of the Glaive would have died and what sort of enemy they would have created.

He thought of his son, just a few weeks old. Already, Regis knew he did not want to teach Noctis to be that sort of king.

He did not want to be his father.

“You may stay here, should you wish it,” Regis answered at last.

Ardyn blinked, slowly. His expression didn’t change, but his words seemed carefully picked for carelessness. “And no one will wonder at another of the bloodline suddenly appearing?” he asked. “Or am I forbidden from showing off?”

“We’ll say you’re my half-brother,” Regis answered before he was even fully aware he’d come up with a solution. “It won’t surprise many.”

Ardyn’s eyes narrowed. “You’re awfully eager to dub me family.”

“You already are family,” Regis reasoned. “It seems it’s time someone finally treated you as such.”

That, at last, seemed to unmoor Ardyn. His posture went rigid for a moment as his gaze went distant. Twice, he opened his mouth to respond, before closing it without saying a word.

It took him only a moment to gather his composure, though, before he cleared his throat. “I have to say, this is the most elaborate method anyone has ever used to call me a bastard. I suppose that alone means it’s worth putting up with it.”

Regis laughed before he could help it.

I like it for a handful of reasons. For one thing, I’ve successfully weaponized it (and a few other snippets of the same WIP) to make my friend Ala emotional. For another, I didn’t really see this dynamic between Regis and Ardyn coming. It just sort of happened while I was typing, but I liked it when it showed up. It felt natural for an Ardyn who hadn’t been driven mad by turning countless people into daemons, but who was nevertheless not the same gentle healer after 2,000 years of isolation.

I. Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I got paid for years, plural, to write really bad porn about people who could turn into animals fucking. I have no shame left. I’ve had no shame since the first time someone offered to pay me $500 for smut.

K. What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

It is, again, related to FFXV. I wrote If the Ring Fits and Backed in Silver years ago, and ever since, I’ve tossed around the idea of writing another sequel for Ignis.

The only issue is that my idea for it would forcibly make him realize that the Prompto that had been in their world was not actually their Prompto, and had not been for over a decade. And it would be a conflict he’d have to grapple with through the entire fic, trying to decide whether to force that same replacement on someone in a different world or to just endlessly keep hopping from one world to another because he can’t return to his.

I’ve never actually written any of it, and the concepting never got beyond Ignis’s revelation about Prompto. But considering If the Ring Fits was 10,000 words long and Backed in Silver was 20,000, I can only imagine what sort of behemoth it would be.

M. Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Like, WIPs, or things that I’ve pondered but haven’t started working on?

I’ve got a few WIPs. There’s the aforementioned non-villainous Ardyn AU. I’ve got another FFXV fic that’s been on hiatus on AO3 for legitimately over three years, and the next chapter is very nearly finished and I just...can’t seem to get there. I’ve got a Persona 5 new game+ fic in the works. That one’s fully plotted out already, and just the outline is like 15 pages long. Based on how the first chapter is going, each chapter will probably be anywhere from 10-20,000 words long. And I’ve got a melancholy immediately-post-season-two Mandalorian one shot in the works, spawned almost entirely so I could make Mando say ‘fuck.’ I know no one says fuck in Star Wars, but I don’t care. I will not say kriff and no one can make me. And I’ve got the Dragon Age uber fic that I’ve just sort of been plugging away at since Inquisition was released and none of it has ever seen the light of day, unless you count me shoving a few snippets at Siobhan.

Oh, and I’m rewriting an older Mass Effect fic.

For things that I’ve thought about but haven’t really worked on, they’re mostly more Dragon Age and FFXV. The “canon” stories for the two timelines not covered in the uber fic, and more AU nonsense spawned from ItRF and BiS.

N. Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

Like, finish one of MY fics? No. I would bite them if they tried. Hell, I love you and I would bite you if you tried.

Just, in general? At this point I would take a monkey paw-style deal to get someone to finish Home.

(for anyone who isn’t Jim, Home is a nuTrek Jim/Spock fic that I think I was in high school when it was published. I graduated from college over five years ago.)

Q. How do you feel about collaborations?

Mixed feelings. I’ll take feedback, assuming I’ve offered the mic for it. I’ll prattle on about whatever I’ve got cooking. I’ll ask for ideas or suggestions. But when it comes to the actual writing of it, I’m a control freak. So, people are welcome to help me gather up the building blocks, but I’m gonna wind up doing the actual building myself.

S. Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Overly elaborate AUs.

T. Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

That thing fandom does where if they’ve decided a character has anxiety, then it does not matter how that anxiety presents itself in canon, in fanon they are a weepy, shy introvert who can hardly string a sentence together because they’ve polymorphed into a shivering puppy.

V. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Does it count if I just say I wanna rewrite a series as a whole? There’s a FrostIron series I read ages ago before the MCU made me wanna gag, and at the time I LOVED it. And then not that long ago I went back and read it again, and it felt like I was saying goodbye to it because oh my god it was unbearable.

Loki was NEVER FUCKING WRONG ABOUT ANYTHING, unless he wasn’t in the room, in which case Tony picked the slack about not ever being wrong about anything.

W. Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

More specific. Not this past Christmas, but the one before that, I was doing some Advent Drabbles for one of my roleplay blogs, so I was open to drabble suggestions anyone wanted to see. Like 70% of them were just one or two words and I’m just staring at my ask box like ‘thanks, I hate it’

(Kudos, though, to the random stranger who gave me a very specific, paragraph-long prompt for a Spider-Man (PS4) fic.)

X. A character you enjoy making suffer.

...All of them?

Y. A character you want to protect.

I guess Din Djarin.

I mean, he still falls into the above ‘all of them’ but when I make him suffer it’s more related to exploring something that happened in canon, rather than me directly causing it.

[morethanabarcode]

“Why can’t we just talk about it —”

@avulsusprinceps

The silence was deafening as he tried to breath, tried to think of the words to say that wouldn’t come out angry. To say that he wasn’t hurt was a complete lie and the gunner was struggling to come to terms with it all.

Today’s hunt had been a nightmare, and Prompto didn’t even want to go in the first place. He understood that with higher ranked hunts came stronger shit, but he drew the line at snakes. After the Naga so long ago, he never forgot that sheer terror that it brought. Logically he could tell himself that it had been a combination of all his fears that time, but hunting the Midgardsormr...

Well, he knew which of those fears was the strongest now.

Not only had he struggled during the fight, Prompto had frozen in fear when he felt the snakes tail brush against him. His lungs felt as if they had seized and all his blood felt as if it had chilled.

He’d nearly not heard the screaming and yelling at him to do something. In the heat of the battle, he’d stopped functioning, and it had earned him getting pushed and an earful that he didn’t register until it was finally all over and the blond had immediately left the area and made for the camp in Vesperpool.

It wasn’t until Noctis caught up and spoke that he’d finally turned and snapped.

“I don’t want to talk about it! We had all the time to talk about it before the hunt. I told you I wasn’t up for it, and yeah I get it, we couldn’t just ignore a big mark! I know I shouldn’t have froze like that, but I told you I wasn’t ready for it!” Prompto snipped, finally letting out his frustration before it suddenly hit him that he’d yelled at his best friend.

“Just forget it. I’m soaked, I’m tired and I want to get back to camp. Forget I even said anything.” He turned back towards trudging back to camp. Feeling guilty for yelling but angry that he’d needed to even have to raise his voice in the first place.

[secret-engima]

In your Fangs and Feathers verse, can I ask to see some of the ways Gladio tries to repair his relationship with Noctis?

Hmm sure!

-He is a lot more humble for one. Far less pushy, actually tries to talk TO Noctis rather than talk AT, as well as be an active listener.

-At one point, after much awkward avoiding of the topic and guilty looks from Gladio (and death glares from Ignis and Crowe), gets on his hands and knees and apologizes.

-Straight up bursts into tears when Noctis just- forgives him. Instantly. No hesitation or falsehood.

-Is genuinely horrified when he realizes Noctis doesn’t even understand what Gladio did WRONG. Even Gladiolus knows what he did wrong. Gladiolus gets very protective, even if that’s hard to be when he’s not allowed alone in the room as Noctis.

-Probably tries to make a point to not touch Noctis or go near him without permission? Which works ... not very well because Noctis is Tsunayoshi and Tsunayoshi is used to forgiving/loving the people he first meets via death threats and/or explosions so he’s already over the whole thing?

-Like- Noctis is the only person who knows about the situation who is also totally fine with everything. He does not get why this only makes Gladio and everyone else MORE UPSET.

-Gladio lets Ignis punch him in the face.

-Ends up getting into a huge fight with Crowe because Crowe is Throwing Hands and Gladio doesn’t want to Actually Die. Noctis breaks it up with some difficulty and when it looks like Crowe is going to accidentally hit Noctis because he got in the way of her strike, Gladiolus yanks Noctis behind him and tanks the hit. It breaks three of his ribs, Crowe considers this even payment. Gladiolus kinda does too?? Noctis is just stressed because CROWE NO. NO MURDERING GLADIOLUS. Inwardly Noctis is impressed that Gladiolus tanked that hit for him because Gladio is only a kid (says the Actual Kid, his adult memories don’t count).

-Gladio I feel ends up playing video games and stuff with Noctis? Mostly because Noctis invites him to games and Gladio now feels too guilty to say no (Noct is trying to make Gladio feel better because honestly it was just a nicked lung. It’s not like Gladio has shot him repeatedly to unlock his dying will and threatened him with dynamite if he messes up his math homework or anything).

[turkoftheslums]

Let’s start a chain of sweetness.

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

ONE: He is one snarky guy. Being such a reserved and quiet person irl, I don’t often get to snark or be witty in conversations so it’s really nice to do that with Reno.

TWO: As I’ve mentioned in the past, Reno is a three-dimensional character - he acts like a bad guy but has a conscience hiding deep down that he only shows to Rude. He has feelings and emotions he’s stuffed down as deep as he can and it’s interesting to think what could happen if they just bubbled to the surface.

THREE: Reno is a trained combatant. I’ve gotten into writing combat as of recent and getting to write it with him feels like a blessing. I never got to write combat at all with Noctis, not even in fanfics so writing and choreographing fight scenes feels great. It’ll get put to use one day.

FOUR: The amount of stuff he just has tucked away everywhere - and that’s just on his person. He has things folded up neatly and tucked in pretty much all his pockets. “Why does he not have huge bumps sticking out?” I hear you ask. Tetris logic.

FIVE: For all the violence that’s involved with his job, Reno is a secret sweet bean. He hates showing it but he craves even the tiniest sliver of affection and dislikes being alone unless he really, really needs to be alone. Idk can you tell I’ve been grasping at straws from point 2 onwards?

5 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

Why can I only pick 5?? I love so many D:

ONE: Always at the top of my lists is @rude-at-your-service​. He’s my bro and I always love seeing him on my dash. He was the 8th person I followed when I made this blog back in 2015 and I’m super duper glad we’ve reconnected (and he helped keep me sane for part of my train journeys last month). And just for you good sir; jag skulle behöva lite vatten. (Say the thing, I dare you)

TWO: Next up we have Lyri for whomst I shall tag @hautevaux​. Lyri is a gem. Lyri is bae. Vaux is bae. I was really shy to approach at first because her writing is just 😲😲 it’s so good and we’ve really clicked since we first started talking and I love it. Also, I promise I’m not ignoring you when you compliment me, my brain just blue screens and doesn’t know what to do.

THREE: @that-turk-laney​ come back to us, Mia! We miss you! But seriously, I think Mia was one of the first people I followed when I returned back in February and she’s really helped me build Reno up. We really need to get that soft thread going, we really do. Movie night for Reno and Elena, yes please.

FOUR: JAEJAE. I love the good JaeJae over at @cssnei​. He got me really into some stuff coughUpUpDownDowncoughDevilMayDrycough and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. Every Wednesday we sit and wait for DaParty to start streaming then type in capitals at each other on Discord while laughing our asses off. I enjoy the fun we have and I hope that doesn’t change when we finally run into each other.

FIVE: Finally, I’ve decided to finish off with @shinrasfirst​ whom I used to admire from afar. Min is super cool and I spent actual weeks trying to get myself to check them out and follow them because we have a few mutuals and I was like “Hnnnnnn, I’m sure we’d get along but hhhhhhhhh”. Then they followed me first and I was like “!!!! wtf????” so yeah, now we occasionally talk about Kpop and I can’t remember what else we’ve talked about but we’ve talked about other things. (I have Discord if you want it)

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

I’m gonna cheat here and group a bunch of songs together because y’all need to be exposed to my here there and everywhere music taste. (Judge me, I dare you)

ONE: So I’m actually putting 3 songs in here. My mum’s favourite decade has always been the 80′s so I grew up listening to a lot of D.uran D.uran - I still have memories of us in her green car with the cassette player and I’d beg for us to listen to the D.uran D.uran tape (which is merely 10 years older than me!). My favourites have always been Rio, Hungry Like The Wolf, and Save A Prayer. SAP is absolutely my first emo song. (And interestingly enough, I don’t think Reno would listen to DD songs)

TWO: Infinity by Guru Josh. This. Damn. Song. Why is it so bloody difficult to find the specific version I grew up with?? But yeah, the saxophone has stuck with me all these years - and I’m still proud of myself for identifying the first instrument heard as a saxophone. I feel like this song says something about me...

THREE: Courtesy of JaeJae, I am super into DMC. Nero’s theme in 5 is probably my favourite thing in existence and I’m probably going to listen to it on Thursday. Sticking with video game music, let’s add some more here shall we? This remix of Supporting Me used in S.onic F.orces just gets me in the right spot. That goddamn guitar is just *chefs kiss*. Also the theme for Green Hills in the Sonic movie makes me want to sob because I grew up with Sonic the Hedgehog in my life and the movie being really good despite some pacing and editing issues-- I just-- someone come cry with me 😭 THOSE CHORDS (also chucking in Un-gravitify from Riders: Zero Gravity because that series is underrated as hell and I can’t believe Free Riders killed it. Revive Riders, you cowards. Give me my extreme gear back) - I feel like Reno would definitely listen to a lot of video game music (especially from Sonic and DMC)

FOUR: It’s Brit time again: Mr Brightside by The Killers- ahem, sorry, the anthem for the UK. Cheesy Brit songs? Yes, please. 5, 6, 7, 8 by Steps was my childhood - I still know the steps to it ;¬¬, I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred is an absolute must and you know Reno listens to this even if it’s not particularly to his taste - it just fascinates him, THIS SONG - I love it so much and I’ve convinced myself I can mimic it almost perfectly, my mum probably sensed something was up years ago considering my obsession with Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. Bands like Busted and McFly with songs like Glad I Crashed The Wedding and Obviously, as well as VengaBoys with We Like To Party are joint guilty pleasures.

FIVE: To flip to a whole other spectrum, both Reno and I are fond of rock and metal and you will likely find one of us mouthing along and bopping our heads to songs like Hero by Skillet, Bodies by Drowning Pool (I have to resist the urge to scream along every time), It Has Begun by STARSET, and Another Way Out by Hollywood Undead. It only just clicked with me in recent months that I did in fact have an emo phase (if a little low-key) and it was devoid of P!atD and MCR which is a crime. But songs like this are absolutely guilty pleasures for both myself and Reno.

Tagging: Everyone tagged above, as many of my Aerith/Aeris mutuals as I remember: @roseusuitta, @cultivatxr, @pulchralilium, @floralcetra, @flowergirlgillionaire, @wallflowergainsborough, @churchflower, @thememcry, @angetoile, and YOU (should you wish to do it)!

Tagged by: @madamdirectcr

[bladesandstars]

35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers - Answers

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!) I'd say a solid four? I have a lot of room to grow but I am proud of what I write. 2. Why do you write fanfiction? The joy of making, the fun of interacting with other people about something we love. 3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works? Hmm, I'm bad at this. Crisp, clean voicing? 4. Are there any writers that inspire you? Are you sick of me talking about Ray Bradbury yet? The short gut punches of emotion he wrote are such #goals. Also Hilary Mantel, for simply beautiful prose. Upile Chisala for poetry that is so evocative it makes my heart bust open. Neil Gaiman. John Darnielle. ALL MY FRIENDS and their beautiful brains and ideas. 5. What’s the fic you’re most proud of? That's a tough question! I think The Dragon's Dagger, because I think I did a good job on explaining my love for a ship not a lot of people ship and a lot of people actively dislike (Highspecs). I'm also proud of my bigass Ignyx series trilogy for telling a complete story for another OTP. And the standalone Sylvain fic I wrote, and all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily? Dialogue baby! Also short intense emotional moments. Can I say smut? 7. What element of writing do you struggle with most? Detailed descriptions of surroundings and longer plots. 8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write? Lorenz, Claude, Ignis, Ravus, Sylvain, Aranea, Prompto 9. Which character(s) do you find most difficult to write? Noctis, Ardyn, Edelgard, Felix 10. What’s your favorite genre to write for? HM. Can I say sci-fi even if I haven't posted any yet? Just started down that road and SO fun. 11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most? Feelings, relationships, Ignis, Lorenz.

12. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about. Claude/Sylvain/Lorenz college speech team AU ot3 fic. Highspecs sci-fi time travel space action. 13. First fandom you ever wrote for? FFXV! 14. What’s your favorite fandom to write for? Right now it's FE3H but I'm still actively enjoying my XV writing. 15. What’s the weirdest fandom you’ve ever written for? Torchwood/Marvel crossover ship, Jack Harkness x Tony Stark 16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)? Omg they were roommates, BED SHARING, enemies or rivals to lovers, mutual pining 17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for. Yandere 18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written? Wild, hm. Depends how you define that? Dom!Cor engineering and enjoying his own cuckolding by Iggy and Aranea was a pretty wild idea. Also Deadpool and Weasel infiltrate a sex club. 19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between? I have moods! I write a lot of both. 20. Gen fic or shippy stuff? Usually shippy but some of the stuff I'm proudest of are gen. 21. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!) Takes a deep breath: Claurenz Sylorenz Mercievain Ignyx Highspecs Aracrowe Gladnis Fleurentia Promptis Crownyx Sylvix Dimilix Hilgrid Gladnoct Stucky 22. Do you listen to anything while you write? I have a playlist for Literally Everything 23. Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas? Both! Sometimes a prompt or challenge boxes me in enough to squeeze really good work out 24. One-shots or multi-chaptered works? Yes! Better at completing oneshots 25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them! I still want to write skater/hockey spinoff Claurenz based on north star, which was a Sylvix BB fic. And technically Lucis Military Academy is a spinoff of Dagger. 26. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try? Anything for Given or Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu. 27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received? That I made someone like a pairing they didn't before! 28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing? Ehhhh if it's specific and can be implemented I usually consider it; if it's just "I don't like your style or plot decisions" that's a taste thing 29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out? So many times! north star was really long for me and I was proud of it 30. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst? I loooove angst THEN fluff but if I gotta choose, fluff. 31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them! Too many - separate post. 32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less. Roommate overhears backrubs, not sex...unless? 33. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process? I want everyone to listen to my fic playlists while they read, hahaha they are SO important to me. 34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of. skipped, idk i don't feel like my work excerpts well OR I'm too self-critical but skipping this one. 35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want! Also separate post - I'd like to link and pump up all my favorite fics by others!