#yes ignis is mom

[sleepyheadnat]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Word count: 675

Cleaning up the rubble of the old Citadel years after the fact, Cindy ended up finding something unexpected—a broken leather string tied to a rusty little plaque in the middle. A dog tag. With Noctis's name, age, sex and blood type engraved on it.

It had been a stupid thing, really. Noctis and Prompto had still been in high school at the time and a fair had hit the town. The gunslinger—18 years old and having never held a gun at that point—convinced them to get matching ones from a stand so their whole Royal Retainer "thing" would, quote on quote, "Feel more legit". And now here Noctis's lied, in the ruins of the place where he had fallen. How very fitting.

That silly town's fair trinket was now akin to the prince's inheritance. But there was no fight for its possession—the other two decided on Ignis immediately. And Ignis took it, and he clung to it. It hadn't been easy for any of them—much less for himself—to see their formerly composed and seemingly unshakable companion, their "mom", kneeling on the dusty ground, gripping the dog tag in both hands like his life depended on it, sobbing openly and bitterly like a child.

He began wearing it around his neck—fixed the string with the utmost care. Aranea would catch, out of the corner of her eyes, how he would sometimes hold it between fingers, stroke it while whispering soothing mantras to get himself to calm down when whatever creature lived in his head started acting up. In moments like those it settled in her—the truth she had long realized and accepted way before he had gotten down on one knee before her: Aranea had married a broken man. Fit her just right, though; she wasn't any less broken than he was.

Maybe too many blows to the head will do that to you, but she found it harder and harder to discern reality in her mind. She would spend minutes trying to separate her dreams—and nightmares—from the prior night from her actual life, try to make sure that the memory she was playing in her mind was an actual memory and not a thought or a story someone had told her.

She would sometimes watch Ignis as he talked to her, stare at the scarred eyes behind his glasses, follow the movement of his lips and wonder to herself who was this man talking to her so intimately and why did he feel so familiar. Some mornings, she would leap out of bed when she saw him and reach for a spear that was not there. Ignis would gently, lovingly coax her into believing that yes, they were married, this was her house, she was safe. No, the war had ended long ago, they didn't have to worry about that. Niffelheim? No, they were in Insomnia, she had defected from the Empire years ago. Why was the Sun up? It was because the True King had sacrificed himself to bring the Dawn back. The world was saved.

And, as sick and twisted as it was (because it was very sick and twisted), the few tears that would sometimes escape Ignis as he said those words aloud would at times turn out to be just the thing that spurred Aranea's memories back. She would come out of her episodes just in time to see her husband try to hide his sadness. But Aranea, always one to have things done her way, would have none of that. And, as sick and twisted as it was, comforting him helped ease her mind away from painful memories and destructive thoughts.

In a sick, twisted, miraculous way, having to care for each other's burdens helped ease their own pain. It was easier to be strong when you had someone who depended on you, warmth was easier to find with arms holding you or another body lying beside your own in bed. Yes, married life suited them just fine—to live is to suffer, but at least they weren't suffering alone.

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This is a little segment of a HighSpecs fic I began writing in late 2022/early 2023. I never got around to finishing it,—and I want to! I just don't know when I'll have the time—but this section was completed and self-contained enough that I felt like sharing it by itself for now, while the rest of the fic remains a WIP.

[yourimaginationrealm]

You: „So you drive to Altissia and come back as a married man? I can’t believe this.“

Noctis: „Hm.. well, I can’t believe this either.“

You: „Marrying Lady Lunafreya… You are so lucky.“

Noctis: „I wouldn’t call myself this…“

You: „Why? Luna is pretty, sympathetic, charismatic and much more… You know her even. Could be worse. Half of the guys from the world are jealous of you. Haaa… Oh! Or do you prefer the other side? I knew it! You want to marry Prompto.

Noctis scoffs and smiles while looking to Prompto:

„Sure, I am all in for that Chocobohead…“ he jokes and continues more serious,

“ You know…“ he looks first away and than at you.

„I prefer to choose…“

You sigh: „ I am sorry to hear that. The crown is a burden especially at political arrangements…

Noctis: „Don’t be… worry more to find a righteous man for yourself!“

You: „Pah! Don’t worry, I got plenty!“

Noctis: „Not before I give my blessings!“

You: „Hey, that is still my choice!“

Noctis: „While I am the prince or soon king, I decide if he is worthy or not!“

You: „Seriously, Noct?“

Noctis: „I am joking but don’t take an asshole as your partner, ok? They should treat you right. Promise me this…“

You: „You way to serious now… but I promise you. Then,… have a nice trip and treat Lunafreya right…“

Noctis: „Why would you..?“

You: „Don’t mop around. Don’t fall asleep everywhere and eat your vegetables.“

Noctis: „Yes, mom…. So I need to go now if I don’t want to be late. Wouldn’t make a good impression.“

You : „Right! That is the spirit!“ You look at him with somewhat a heavy heart. Noctis turns to you with the same look.

Noctis: „Well then,…“ before he can leave you on the stairs from his home in Insomnia, you give him an bone breaking hug.

Noctis: „Woah! Easy or I can not attend my- Y/N…“

His heart falls. He feels your tears rolling on his neck. He wants to see your face but you still hold him.

You: „ j-Just a moment.“ Your voice trembles as you speak and hold on all your tears.

Noctis: „Hey, it is alright if you cry.“ He jumps over his word so that he is not the one weeping. You soften your grip so he takes a look into your teary eyes.

Ignis: „Noct?!“

Noctis: „Coming!… Y/N, I…“

You: „No, I am alright, Noct! I just sad I can be there…“ the last part is hard to speak because it is a lie…

You would be devastated to watch him marry another woman.

„You need to go. Lunafreya is waiting…“ You send him a smile while he walks down the stairs.

„Be Safe!“ You call out as he climbs into the car.

„You too!“

„I am safe here in Insomnia!“

„I know!“ Little does he know what would happen the upcoming night.

He sees you the last time through the car window waving good bye. Ignis, Prompto and Gladio sit in silence knowing their feeling for each other. He sighs as he hung his head down and touches the fore seat. The world can be cruel …

“Y/N…” he mutters as he imagines your smiling face while calling his name.

It should be you waiting for him, wearing this dress , walking down the aisle towards him, kissing him and being his queen to rule Insomnia.

[charlie-ver]

[ oc ] that's a lot of damage (: Pemuni and Brae are trying to help! <: they're being very good boys.

the bird creature is technically Ignis and the demon is his mom (: he is very fed up with her yes.

[savage-rhi]

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

Noctis and Ignis you pick romantic or platonic

The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm hue over the clearing. Noctis sat on a log, staring into the flames, lost in reflection. The night was quiet except for the occasional rustling of leaves and crickets chirping. A content sigh left his nose, thankful for the noise in the background. Though the cricket's cries were annoying, it beats being alone in one's thoughts at this late hour--at least, that was Noctis's justification for tolerance.

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching him from behind, knowing it was Ignis because of his steady steps.

"You're up late," Ignis remarked as he stretched while yawning, sitting beside him.

Noctis didn't look up, his eyes remaining on the flames ahead. "Couldn't sleep."

Ignis nodded, his gaze following Noctis's into the fire. "Something on your mind?"

For a moment, Noctis remained silent, unsure how to voice the heaviness weighing on his heart. The responsibilities, the expectations, the looming burden of his destiny—it all seemed too much, too overwhelming. He had done an excellent job playing into the facade of the "brat prince," someone who took things in stride and did not bother with the future. How could he anyway, when the world was falling apart at the seams? Nevertheless, Noctis knew in his heart of hearts that he couldn't keep up the act forever, especially since he cared too much for his own good. If any of his friends could understand that most, it was Iggy.

He bowed his head as his hands and fingers intertwined.

"Ignis," Noctis finally said, his voice low and troubled. "Do you ever wonder if I'm really cut out for all this? For being king?"

Ignis turned to him, the glowing embers from the fire reflecting in his glasses. "Noctis, I've known you since you were a child. If there's anyone who can bear the weight of the crown, it's you."

"But what if I can't?" Noctis breathed while he shook his head. "What if I fail everyone?"

"What's brought this upon you?"

"I..." Noctis bit the inside of his lip and shrugged. "Everything."

Ignis reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Noctis's shoulder. "You won't fail because you're not alone in this. You have us—Gladio, Prompto, and me. Whatever happens, we face it together."

Noctis looked up, meeting Ignis's eyes. Although he wasn't feeling any better, the soothing words could get him through the night. He could make it work somehow.

"You've always been there for me, Ignis." Noctis finally said, giving a small smile. "Through everything. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"And I always will be, Noct." Ignis smiled softly, a rare warmth gracing his features that was usually reserved. "Remember, this isn't just about you leaning on us. You're stronger than you realize. You've been there for all of us in ways you might not notice. Now, it's my turn to be there for you."

Noctis furrowed his brows. "But you've always had my back. Arguably, more than my father. I don't see how I'm doing much for you when you've had to play mom all this time to me."

"I never saw it like that," Ignis said sincerely, sadness in his eyes at his comment. "You've taught me much about myself, just as I have taught you about the world. We've learned a great deal from each other, you and I. I consider that worthwhile between best friends, don't you?"

The words hit Noctis with a quiet assertiveness, a reminder that their bonds were more than just duty—it was built on trust, and a deep understanding that couldn't be spoken for in earnest.

"Thanks, Ignis..." Noctis murmured, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Ignis gently squeezed his shoulder before letting go. "Get some rest. We have a long road ahead, and you'll need your strength."

Noctis nodded, the weight on his shoulders lifting a little now. As Ignis stood to leave, Noctis called after him.

"Ignis?"

"Yes, Noct?"

"I'm glad you're with me."

Ignis paused, a faint smile touching his lips. "As am I, Noct."

With that, he turned and walked back to his tent, leaving Noctis alone by the fire. The warmth of Ignis's words lingered, a quiet assurance that whatever lay ahead, he wouldn't face it alone. Noctis released a breath he had held back, realizing perhaps it was time to finally let go of the mask that had shielded him for so long. Maybe it was time to start acting like a king; the king his father knew was underneath the strife of a young teenager trying to find his feet. The king that Ignis believed in.

Noctis knew he could do it, as long as he had him.

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[king-of-fae]

What are their thoughts about marriage and kids?

Evie: 100% yes to both! She thinks kids are awesome, so given the chance she'd love to be a mom.

Ignis: Deep down he would like to get married. He doesn't think he'd be a good dad, but I think he would actually be a great one.

Vex: Marriage depends on what their partner wants. They think the emotions are more important than the label. They don't want children.

Azzy: Would absolutely love to get married! Would be nervous about raising kids, but he would like to eventually.

Mal: Yes to marriage, but doesn't want to rush it. And if her partner wants kids she is definitely open to it. If not, she's okay with that too.

Viik: Big yes to both. Lmao probably already planned out his dream wedding. He really wants to be a dad.

[promscamera]

Okay but what if throughout the game, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto die?

Hear me out! Yes it would be super sad and depressing, but think about the final scene. Instead of Noctis being alone with Luna, we can have the boys there too, and maybe Regis? Or his mom?

Just thinking I want to see Noctis be crowned/married properly and his closest group should be there *sobs*. That's all

[luxbeati]

Character Vitals - Noctis Headcanon

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FULL NAME:  Noctis Lucis Caelum MEANING:  “Sky of the Night’s Light” NICKNAME: Noct, Prince MEANING: Shortened name; Station AGE APPEARANCE: 20 BIRTHDAY:  August 30 ASTROLOGICAL SIGN:  Virgo SPECIES: Human GENDER: Male ALLERGIES: Various Medications / Substances SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Pansexual (Preference for Males) THEME SONG: N/A

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOR: Black (looks blue in certain light) HAIR STYLE AND LENGTH: Short and messy. EYES COLOR: Midnight Blue EYESIGHT: 20/20 HEIGHT:  175cm (5′9) WEIGHT:  170-180 lbs OUTFIT/CLOTHING STYLE: Loose and big. ABNORMALITIES(TAIL): N/A DISTINGUISHING MARKS(SCARS,MOLES):      Scar from left hip to right shoulder from Marilith attack      Scar from being Impaled with Father’s sword SELF CARE(MAKE UP): N/A FIRST IMPRESSION ON PEOPLE: Shy and Aloof SKIN COLOR: Pale, BODY TYPE/BUILD: Leanly muscled DEFAULT EXPRESSION: Boredom/Exhaustion POSTURE: Regal MEASUREMENTS(FEMALE ONLY): N/A PIERCINGS: Triples in both ears. DESCRIBE THEIR VOICE: Calm, Quiet; Commanding when necessary.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOM: Dead when an infant HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A DAD: Dead at age of 20 HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: Very well, extremely close. SIBLINGS: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A CHILDREN: N/A HOW WELL DO THEY GET ALONG: N/A OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS: N/A PAST LOVER(S): N/A CURRENT LOVER: Verse Dependent REACTION TO MEETING SOMEONE NEW: Shy, Curt sentences, Looks to friends for help ABILITY TO WORK WITH OTHERS: High. Assuming they aren’t setting off alarm bells. HOW SOCIABLE(LONER,ETC): Closed off. FRIENDS: Ignis, Gladiolus, Prompto PETS: N/A LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON: Manipulative and Controlling. PARENTAL TYPE(PROTECTIVE,ETC): Pleasing and Protective. Wants others to be happy. AFFINITY WITH…: Crownsguard. Amicitia family FAVORITE PEOPLE: Gladio, Ignis, Prompto, Iris, Cindy after a fashion. LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE: Ardyn

PERSONALITY

..WHEN YOU FIRST MEET THEM: Quiet, Slightly Rude, Lazy ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY LIKE YOU): Kind, Compassionate, Giving, Lazy, Funny, Cooperative, ..AS YOU KNOW THEM BETTER(AND THEY DISLIKE YOU): Quiet, Defensive, Standoffish, FAVORITE COLOR: Gold FAVORITE FOOD: Anything Ignis makes. FAVORITE ANIMAL: Any. FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Piano (he plays) FAVORITE ELEMENT: Electricity LEAST FAVORITE COLOR: Red. LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Vegetables LEAST FAVORITE ANIMAL: N/A LEAST FAVORITE INSTRUMENT: Keyboard (Synths) LEAST FAVORITE ELEMENT: Fire HOBBIES: Sleeping, Practicing Swordsmanship, Wandering with Prompto, Pestering Ignis and Gladio. USUAL MOOD: Calm. DRINK/SMOKE/DRUGS: Occasionally. No. No. DARK VERSION OF SELF: Seeking unholy vengeance against the Empire. LIGHT VERSION OF SELF: Sleeping often and trying to enjoy the world around him. Pranking friends. HOW SERIOUS ARE THEY: Fairly, but he knows how to relax. CLASS IN AN RPG: Mime (Bartz Klauser) BELIEVE IN GHOSTS: Yes and No. He can see the souls of the departed. (IN)DEPENDANT: Yes and no. Relationship with his friends is his salvation. Were it gone or weaker than it is now, he would be a mess. SOFT SPOT/VULNERABILITY: His friends. OPINION ON SWEARING: None. He wouldn’t use it in the royal court, but is used sparingly among friends. DAREDEVIL VS CAUTIOUS: Daredevil. MUSIC TYPE: Classical. MOVIE TYPE: Action. BOOK TYPE: Fantasy. GAME TYPE: RPG. COMFORTABLE TEMPERATURE: Warm. SLEEPING PATTERN: Sleeps all the time, but can be punctual when necessary. CLEANLINESS/NEATNESS: Messy to mess with people. Tidy at home. DESIRED PET: None? He has no time for them. HOW DO THEY PASS TIME: Sleeping, Talking to friends, Kings Knight. BIGGEST SECRET: His crushes on his friends HERO/WHO THEY LOOK UP TO: Ignis (Levelheaded); Gladio (Strength and Confidence); Prompto (Carefree and Freely Loving) FEARS: Losing the only thing he has left (friends); His deeper than friendship love being rejected. COMFORTS: Friends

HOW DO THEY ACT WHEN THEY ARE…

SAD: Silent and Curt. Textbook answers. HAPPY: Expressive, laughing, smiling. ANGRY: Standoffish, Rude AFRAID: Cagey, Jumpy, Aggressive, Quiet LOVE SOMEONE: Clingy, Protective, Malleable, Affectionate HATE SOMEONE: Aggressive and Defensive, WANT SOMETHING: He’ll get it himself. No need to trouble someone when he can move. CONFUSED: Quiet and staring, Questioning

HOW DO THEY REACT TO…

DANGER: Protective, shows his skill SOMEONE THEY HATE WHO HAS A CRUSH ON THEM: Turns them down kindly, Tells off if they don’t take the hint. PROPOSAL TO MARRY: Depends on the situation. In public, especially before an audience, he’s quiet and reserved in his response. In private? He’ll jump and hug them just as pleased as he could be. DEATH OF LOVED ONE:  He falls apart. Distant and Broken, he’ll usually try to hide it until he’s alone. DIFFICULT GAME/MATH/ETC: Methodically. It’s good practice. INJURY: If it’s something bad, he’ll mention it unless someone else is in more need than he is. SOMETHING IRRESISTIBLY CUTE: A small smile, if it’s an animal he’ll try to pet it. LOSS OF HOURS OF WORK: Resigned, a little irritated but there is no point in it

KNOWLEDGE

LANGUAGES: Common, Old Lucian, various others. SCHOOLING LEVEL: Officially - High School; Likely a Masters from tutor sessions. FAVORITE SUBJECT (S): Mythology INTERESTED CAREERS: Anything that isn’t his preplanned and ordained future EXPERTISE: Combat, Magic, Lucian History, Basically anything to do with ruling a country or court etiquette COOKING: Basic SEWING: Basic MECHANICS: A fair amount, learned it from Prompto BOTANY (FLOWERS): Basic, though he dabbled in it for medicinal purposes MYTHOLOGY: Extremely well, though no one can know everything DRAMATICS(ACTING,SINGING): Yes. HOW GOOD ARE THEY AT PLANNING AHEAD: To a point. IMPULSIVE/STRATEGY: Strategy.

ROMANCE

DO THEY TAKE INITIATIVE: No. Most of his interest (at least that I know of) is towards Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto. He is far too worried that one of them will turn him down. HOW DO THEY ACT(SHY,ETC): In a relationship, like normal save more affection and a bit happier when with them. Otherwise, he hides it and lies if asked vaguely about a subject. GENTLEMAN/LADYLIKE VS KLUTZY: Tries to be a gentleman about it, but he’s never really been in a serious relationship. He ends up a klutz most of the time. GO SLOW VS JUMP INTO: Depends on partner (character and mun’s interpretation) PROTECTIVE: He will die to keep them safe. Doesn’t matter that he’s a prince. ACT LIKE FRIENDS OR LOVERS: Mostly friends, but if alone he will definitely act like a lover. Kisses and things may be in public as well. WHAT KIND OF PRESENTS DO THEY BUY: Useful things, or decorative things. Isn’t used to the idea of winning favors with presents TYPE OF KISSER: Soft and Uncertain. How much is too much for them? DO THEY WANT KIDS: It is necessary. Use of a surrogate is entirely necessary for M/M ships DO THEY WANT TO MARRY: Again, necessary. A kingdom is stronger if it’s king has a partner. MAKE GOOD OR BAD DECISIONS: Good decisions. He’s too afraid of messing things up. ARE THEY ROMANTIC: Unintentionally. He just generally tries to make them as happy as possible. HOW ARE THEY IN BED: Noct is a bottom, and submissive to boot. He’s also loud, because in most cases it would be his first time. He knows no control. GET JEALOUS EASY: Yes, and he’ll make discreet attempts to get attention again. WIFE/HUBBY BEATER: Absolutely not. MARRY FOR MONEY: Not even possible. FAVORITE POSITION: Depends on the person, but he likes seeing his partner. WHAT WOULD HAPPEN ON THEIR DREAM DATE: Anything. Being with someone he likes and not having to worry about how he’s required to find someone he likes or has power enough to satisfy others. OPINION ON SEX: He doesn’t need it, but depending on the partner, he may want it a lot.

Credit to Sir Ender at this writing forum.

[365runesofthesystem]

Catching Up to Noctis Month

So yeah, that moment when you forget that you have two places to post things and just completely abandon one for a few days... Sorry. 

So I will post Chapters 5 - 7 on here today and then be a good noodle and actually do it when I am supposed to.

So yeah.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV / Relationship: Prompto/Noctis /

Tags: Ignis, Noctis, Prompto, Meeting the Mom, Ignis Mommy, Dinner, Acceptance

Chapter Five: Ignis

Ignis was not incorrigible.

He let Noctis get away without eating veggies almost on a daily basis.

He would deal with Gladio’s dirty humor all day.

Give the King a little bit of false hope that his son wasn't a total and utter failure at friendships.

Let Cor do his own business without the constant surveillance of a royal advisor.

What he was, and proud to be, was cautious.

So when Noctis mentioned that he had found a new friend, Ignis did what anyone who served the prince would do.

He gave Noctis his very blunt opinion.

“I would suggest being on your guard Your Highness. He could very well be simply in it for the money and fame that comes with being friends with the Prince.”

Noctis had nodded but his face was glued to meatloaf in front of him, like he was deciding whether or not it had vegetables.

He was uncanny at detecting them, a skill that Ignis found infuriatingly useless.

But after a beat, he either decided that there was none or he wasn’t in the mood to fight because he took a bite, chewing as he glanced back up at Ignis and nodded again.

“I know Specs. But he seems different. I think even you might like him.”

Ignis highly doubted that. But he gave Noctis the benefit of the doubt, simply shaking his head as he turned to finish off the dishes.

“I don’t think we will know till I meet him. Why don’t you bring him over one day?”

Noctis had sighed, Ignis already imagining his eyes rolling.

“Specs, he is a friend, not my lover. I am not just gonna suddenly say, ‘Hey my mom of an advisor would like to interrogate you; why don’t you come over and eat some of the food he probably poisoned?’”

Ignis smirked, shaking his head as he rinsed.

“I don’t think it would be so weird coming from the Prince.”

“Yeah but I like to think that he isn’t just listening to me because of that.”

Ignis heard it, the tiny hint of anger coming from the statement. He turned and watch Noctis, the only indication of his emotions the slight harsh stap of his fork into the food.

Of course Noct knew more than anyone else.

Ignis nodded and finished washing the dishes in silence.

They hadn't really talked about the friend after that, Ignis assuming that Noctis had ditched the potential threat.

He was decidedly wrong, looking down at two pairs of shoes and listening to two voices shout in the living room when he came over one day.

Oh great.

Ignis walked in, ready to face the poison of a person who thought they could take advantage of his prince.

What he met made him freeze.

The boy playing with Noct was a tiny thing, his body more agile than anything else and his hair blonde enough to shine in the sun.

He was weaving around with his controller, his face flashing through so many emotions so quickly, Ignis wondered how the boy didn't get dizzy on his own.

He was, in every meaning of the phrase, the exact opposite of Noctis who barely showed his emotions to Ignis himself.

The prince did give him a glance, his face going safely blank as he battled a monster on the screen.

“Hey Specs. Prompto came over.”

The boy Prompto glanced at Noctis, confusion splattered on his face.

“Who…?”

He glanced at Ignis and instantly, the shock was there, his hands dropping the controller as he stood up, his face turning red from embarrassment.

“Oh crap, I didn't even notice you! I-i am sorry! I am Prompto, Noct's uh, friend? You uh… must be Ignis right!? Noct told me about you. Oh but not in a bad way! Like, in a 'He makes my lunch’ kind of way! I mean, like he told me you make his lunch and sometimes other meals and cleans up and stuff an-”

Noctis sighed loudly, throwing his controller down as the screen fades to a GAME OVER. He gave Prompto a look before glancing at Ignis.

“He is just gonna ramble till you stop him Specs.”

A squawk and Prompto threw a pillow at Noctis, hitting the prince square in the face.

“Don't tell him that Noct! He'll think I am a weirdo!”

“Well you kinda are so…”

Prompto instantly jumped on Noctis, effectively trying to smother the prince of the entire kingdom for calling him weird.

Ignis just stared for a moment, trying to figure out how these two boys even found one another.

Then Noctis’ stomach growled and he instantly locked Prompto into a headlock as he looked at Ignis.

“So… you're here to make dinner right?”

Ignis sighed, glad he was back on familiar ground.

“Yes, I had assumed you hadn't eaten yet. Is Prompto going to stay as well?”

The question instantly made the boy still. Noctis let him go and gave him a look, the question in his eyes as well. Prompto fidgeted, giving Ignis a small look.

“Ah no. I should head back… uh, don't wanna overstay my visit and all that.”

Noctis frowned and Ignis knew that look.

“Aren’t you staying for dinner? Don’t worry: Specs like cooking. And getting people to praise his creations.”

Prompto looked at Noctis, their eyes having a silent conversation. Ignis watched for a moment, looking as both boy seemed to fight. Noctis gave the boy a look, like they had actually talked about it. Prompto seemed to silently scream in horror, like he hadn’t actually thought to stay long enough to be in this predicament.

Ignis remembered what he told Noctis; wondered if Noctis had done exactly that.

But before he could say anything, the fight was over, Prompto giving the prince a dirty look and Noct looking away, victorious.

He turned towards Ignis, his hands wringing as he looked at the floor.

“Uh… if it is okay with you… Noct has been telling me about how you cook super good food…”

His voice was barely above a whisper, like he was genuinely afraid of asking. His whole body seemed to shrink, like a scared puppy. He kept glancing at him, at Noct and then down and back again.

Like he didn’t think he was allowed to stay over for dinner.

Ignis felt something soft and decidedly warm fill his heart as he watched Prompto.

He coughed, gaining the attention of both boys.

“I was going to try a new recipe today anyways. It wouldn't be bad to have a second mouth for an opinion. Prompto, do you have any trouble with green curry?”

He looked and saw the watery eyes, the disbelief too obvious on the poor boy's face. Prompto scrubbed his face, giving Ignis a smile that could blind if not subdued.

“Ah, no. I don't have a problem with that.”

Ignis nodded, turning towards the kitchen, hearing a slap on the back, not sure if it was from Noctis and Prompto but not bothered. The sounds of the game started up again and as he cooked, Ignis was surprised to hear something he hadn’t heard in awhile.

Noctis’ laughter.

Prompto was the hardest child to feed.

Not that he was picky like Noct, or doubting in actual edibility like Gladio, or even the silent consideration for new foods like the King.

He was just so… much.

“Prompto… just eat it already.”

Prompto waved his hand in front of Noct’s face, his camera angled so awkwardly that Ignis almost thought he was going to drop it.

“Just give me a second, I need to get a shot of this. It looks amazing!”

Noct watched his friend take a few pictures as he ate his own food, his face smiling as he chewed.

Ignis was undoubtedly impressed.

After another round of photos and one Noct grabbing a fork of Prompto’s food to which the boy was decidedly offended for, Prompto actually took his first bite.

It was almost too much for Ignis.

The boy’s face was shock at first and  then delight and then pure love, all within the space of a few seconds as he chewed and swallowed.

He looked at Ignis, giving him starry eyes and a now-blinding smile.

“Ignis, dude, you are like, the best. This is… just…”

He took another bite then, his face telling Ignis all he needed to know.

After dinner was more games and even more of Prompto’s emotions.

But soon, both boys were stretching, Noctis yawning and Prompto actually looking at the time.

“Oh crap, it’s late. Dude, we have school tomorrow.”

Ignis had glanced up from his reports, looking at Prompto shook Noctis, who had managed to fall asleep almost instantly.

“Noct, dude. You have a bed. It’s like not even ten feet away.”

Noctis mumbled something incoherent but Prompto snorted, shaking him harder.

“You say that but I totally know you’re beat my butt tomorrow when you have a sore neck from sleeping on the couch. Get up.”

After a few more minutes, Prompto just sighed and picked up Noctis up. Then without ceremony, he instantly let him fall, Ignis watching with horror as Noctis yelped. But Prompto just smiled, a grin too wide to be innocent crooked on his face.

“Well, now that you are more awake, your bed awaits, your Highness.”

There was a beat of silence, then Noctis instantly pulled Prompto down, the boy shrieking as the prince began to tickle him. They fought for a minute, both filling the room with too-loud laughter until Prompto managed to get away, his face pink and his freckles standing out.

Ignis sighed, standing up.

“So are you going home then Prompto?”

Prompto nodded, giving Ignis a smile as he grabbed his backpack and slung it over a shoulder.

“Yeah. Thanks for uh… making dinner and letting me stay for it. It was great.”

He was still slightly embarrassed but Noctis stood up too,wincing slightly as he grabbed his side. He sighed and stretched.

“You could just spend the night.”

Ignis looked at Noctis, ready to interfere but Prompto beat him to it.

“Maybe another time.”

Noctis sighed but didn’t argue, instead looking to Ignis.

“Fine but at least let Specs drive you home.”

Prompto looked ready to argue that as well but Ignis beat him to it, grabbing his things.

“Yes. It is a bit late for you to be wandering around anyways. I will be glad to do it.”

-

Prompto bit his lip, looking out and trying his hardest not to touch anything more than necessary.

Ignis’ car was amazing, something Prompto would never even dream about. When they had gotten in, Prompto was surprised he wasn’t arrested for touching the beautiful thing, much less riding in it.

But Ignis had been nice enough to offer and Noct looked put off enough that he hadn’t kept his promise to stay over so Prompto had agreed and now they were on the way to his house, the map on Ignis’ phone guiding them to his address.

The silence was weird, at least for Prompto, so he cleared his throat, giving Ignis a smile.

“Uh, thanks Ignis. For uh, driving me home and all that. And for dinner too. It was great.”

Ignis glance at him and gave a small smile.

“Nothing too hard Prompto, I do it all the time. I am just glad I got ot meet the friend Noct has been talking about this whole time.”

Friend…

Prompto felt the warmth bubble inside him at the thought that Noct had mentioned him as a friend. Mentioned him at all.

He gave a small laugh, “Yeah, and I am glad I got to see the reason for Noct’s continual survival. I wonder how you keep up with him.”

Ignis laughed at that too, giving Prompto a smirk as he drove.

“Well yes, it is a job in and of itself.”

Prompto nodded as silence settled, this time not as awkward.

He remember what Noct had told him, how his advisor had invited Prompto over for dinner to try out a recipe. How he was pretty strict but also pretty bad at denying Noct so it should be fine.

How the only eventful thing that might happen was Prompto getting interrogated and/or poisoned.

He knew Noct had been joking but that didn’t stop him from avoiding staying over too long, just in case.

But now that he had, he was glad.

Ignis wasn’t harsh, wasn't all horror-looks and disappointed faces.

But maybe he is just being polite… Noct did say he was easy on him.

Maybe he just didn’t want to say anything with me there…

Prompto swallowed hard, his hands instantly rubbing together as he worked his lower lip.

Maybe he will tell Noct to stop hanging out.

Maybe I messed up and he just didn’t want me there when he mentioned it.

Prompto bit his lip harder.

“Hey… Ignis?”

Ignis didn’t look at him, something he was grateful for.

“Yes?”

“Well uh… Do you think… Is it really alright… Uh… Is it okay… for me… to be here?”

Ignis didn’t even react, his driving unperturbed but Prompto saw the slight twitch in his eye, the way his face slowly lowered into a frown.

He felt his heart sink and he instantly looked down, wringing out his hands.

The rest of the drive was quiet, Ignis not looking at Prompto as he silently debated whether he should try to talk again or not.

But soon enough, they were in front of his house, the map blinking the destination. Prompto swallowed, opening the door and trying hard not look at Ignis.

“Uh… thanks again for the ride Ignis… sorry. About everything.”

He got out, knowing he had blown it when Ignis leaned towards him a little.

“Prompto.”

Prompto swallowed, trying to give Ignis a smile.

“Yeah Ignis?”

“I have to say that the choice should lie with the two involved. No one else should have a say. But, if I may, I do believe it has been awhile since Noctis has laughed.”

He left Prompto with that thought, driving off as he waved goodnight.

When he saw Prompto back playing games with Noctis, both laughing and horsing around, Ignis simply smiled.

It seems you have waited long enough.

Noctis.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Based on a true story...

Me, driving the Regalia: Did you boys enjoy your Metal concert?

Prompto: Thanks for picking us up, Liv!

Noctis: Yeah, they kept burying people in the sand.

Ignis: I don’t understand why they kept yelling “Sacrifice.” while doing so.

Gladiolus: *ducking the backseat* Can you turn the music down?

Me: What, why, does your head hurt? I’ve got painkillers in my purse

Gladiolus: No I just don’t want to be the werido whose driver is playing Disney music.

[blackeyedaddict]

[breezy-cheezy]

Who are Rook and Trey (if you don’t mind my asking)? (Love your art btw)

*Takes a DEEP breath* How much time you got- /half joking

Aight so. Rook Hunt and Trey Clover are two characters from a phone game I've been into recently, Twisted Wonderland. Yes. The. The Disney one. Written and Drawn by Yana Toboso (the artist/writer behind Black Butler. No I'm not kidding.) HEAR ME OUT kjhsdjkgdf

It's one of those gacha/visual novel-like games that gets marketed as like a dating sim, but has some of the most. Un-romantic settings/characters I've EVER seen. As an aro/ace, I applaud this lmao. Also amazing character and story writing like what the heck.

Very....boys will be boys energy but not the mean way, more of a “y’all are so stupid and ridiculous” in a fond way??

Actual answer under read more because I'm insane:

So every character is like. They aren't the Disney characters themselves but more like BASED on them? Sometimes several. I'm making a powerpoint on this to connect all the dots, here's Trey's lmao

Heartslabyul house! Based on: Mad Hatter, 3 of Clubs, King of Hearts, etc. Generally chill. You think he's the normal one, then he turns around and gives you an hour lecture on how to brush your teeth properly. Ok mom.

He also reminds me along of Ignis from Final Fantasy 15. He's. That type. But also not?? Still instant attachment that way LOL

Thing is he's VERY devoted to his childhood friend/Dorm leader, Riddle. But he will never admit this, not even to himself. (due to Trauma and also being totally completely normal. Uh-huh.)

SO IN WE BRING....ROOK HUNT (who is already on that slide HAHA)

Different house (it's a school setting, like Hogwarts but more Themed Houses based around. Different Disney villains) and SO. How do you explain Rook. Well he's based off the Huntsman from Snow White, mainly.

Gives these vibes. Incoming. Smiley. Will give affection. Somewhat of a threat.

Theater kid set loose. French. Loves beauty in all its forms. Drama, sparkles, has SO much love (platonic, I must preface, every time I use that, I mean in an unromantic manner) to give and is VERY vocal about it. Compliments you constantly and finds uplifting things to say even when you did horribly on something. You fell on your face? He will tell you you fell with magnificence or something idk he's just LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, he means EVERY WORD TOO-

This dude will not lie. His eyes are too good, he is too perceptive. Oh also he hunts some students for sport, there's that little detail (HE NEVER HURTS ANYONE as far as I know he just. Watches. Love this lil weirdo. Some of his lines are "let's play tag!" and I'm like oh NO LMAO) so like I laugh at him but he's also MILDLY TERRIFYING AND CAPABLE LIKE DUDE-

Anyway, TREY you meet early since he's in the first house you deal with, Heartslabyul. But my first exposure to ROOK was through Trey's Lab Card story, which is honestly a fun time on its own. They are science club buddies!!

So right off the bat you have a very :D :D vs calm =w=;;; dynamic, which I love. But then we have....Trey, who denies how much he cares for people, for Riddle. Who shows care through his actions, baking, Due to Reasons, words of affirmation might murder him on the spot. And then we have Rook, who is a font of flowery warm appreciative words who loves and loves loudly, watching this like 👀 I see you. (incoming shots of Halloween Event part 2)

The guy calls him Chevalier des Roses to his face. Constantly. Rook has little nicknames for alot of people (most dorm leaders he calls "King of Roses" (Riddle), "King of Lions" (Leona) etc.) but he calls Trey a Knight. Of Roses. He's calling Trey Riddle's Knight. And it's very cute.

(Halloween event tossed them together and it was WONDERFUL)

But yeah Trey has his own reasons for shying away from the title. He's a baker's boy, he has no sword or armor or anything, also it's embarrassing as heck-

But Rook still sees how he treats people. He calls a knight for what it is. Rook himself ADORES his dorm Leader, Vil, and sees Trey trying to hide this same devotion and just goes "you are like me!!!" Trey: oh please no I could never-

Also they're SUCH. PARENTS.

It's just. A really good dynamic I'd LOVE to see more of, y'know? An understanding, somehow being understood by someone more than you know yourself. Rook is also weird as HECK sometimes (what do you mean you can see how Leona is yawning ALL THE WAY ACCROSS THE FEILD) and Trey nearby is. His friend. He's just like "I'm so sorry he's just like this" and it's VERY funny akjshdjksdhfs he may have to hold Rook back from blowing up the labs again, dude gets carried away.

I do love this very CUTE fan art here.

Twisted Wonderland has some lovely character dynamics. Also no one is "normal", but Rook is just another level of w h a t.

It feels like alot of interactions were just "hm spin a wheel, see who we get, slap them together" and it WORKS. SOMEHOW. Platonic Rook Trey is just one I've become extremely fond of and it's a rarer one....

You probably weren't expecting that much but it was a fun thing to answer. And THANK YOU About the art!! I wish to post more!! After school ends....soon.

[ladyorlandodream]

Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 1

Since it has become a case among gamers and non-gamers, I decided to create this post containing the FF dedicated to Alcina Dimitrescu (Lady Dimitrescu / Tall Vampire Lady) that I can find on the Internet This post will be updated as soon I find something new, therefore, feel free to send me links to add to the list and come back anytime, because from the reposts you will lose the updates!!

part 2   part 3   part 4   part 5  part 6   part 7

1) In Vino Sacrificium (Series)

2) Feast Your Eyes (short story)

3) The Woman in the White Dress (Chapters in progress)

4) Lost (short story)

5) Resident Evil Village but Awesome (short story)

6) We Are Marionettes By Strings Animated, Yet Like Lovers Of Strings Liberated (short story)

7) Village (Chapters in progress)

8) The Lady of the House (Series)

9) Intruder (short story)

10) Resident Evil: Lewd Village (short story)

11) The Surprise (short story)

12) Nothing Fucks With My Baby (Except Me) (Chapters in progress)

13) Hers, forever (short story)

14) Lady Dimitrescu and her Good Girl (Stories completed)

15) Be a good pet (short story)

16) The Lapis Inferno (Chapters completed)

17) Our secret love (short story)

18) Bad day (short story)

19) Its a superiority thing (Chapters in progress) 

20) The Lady’s Kitten! (Chapters in progress)

21) her new toy (Chapters in progress)

22) Why Are Humans Like This (short story)

23) The Cold is in Her Bones (Chapters in progress) 

24) Lady of Legend (short story)

25) Sweet Pet (short story)

26) Beloved bound (short story)

27) Fuck You're So Gorgeous, (And I Wanna Touch You). (short story)

28) Dessert (Chapters in progress)

29) Taken from the village (short story)

30) Resident Evil Drabbles (short stories in progress)

31) I'm Here, I'm Safe (short story)

32) For Old Times' Sake (short story)

33) Virgin Dog (short story)

34) Akaibara (Chapters in progress)

35) So This Is Love (short story)

36) Who's The Master Of Tall Now, Huh? (Chapters in progress)

37) The Mistresses New Daughter! (Chapters in progress)

38) A Willing Maiden? (short story)

39) Beloved [SCRIPT OFFER] [F4TF VARIATION] (short story to fill)

40) I trust you (short story)

41) Little Fly (short story)

42) Never Mind That Moaning In The Halls, There's No Such Thing As Ghosts (short story)

43) I know what you’re after (short story)

44) neither pink nor pale (short story)

45) what of the body isn't an unbecoming (Chapters in progress)

46) Blood and Byrrh (Chapters in progress)

47) Beginnings (Chapters in progress)

48) To Live Forever (short story)

49) Skelly Meets His Match (short story)

50) Just a toy (Chapters completed)

51) Stormy Illusions (short story)

52) I'm Falling (Don't Catch Me) (Chapters in progress)

53) Desperate Escape (short story)

54) Ignis (short story)

55) finders keepers (short story)

56) Roses Before Dawn (2 chapters story)

57) Aftertaste (short story)

58) Liar (Chapters in progress)

59) Alcina's Ultimate Form! (short story)

60) Love makes monsters of us all (Chapters in progress)

61) Cursed (Chapters completed)

62) Where It's Warm (Chapters in progress)

63) The Witch, The Werewolf And The Vampire (short story)

64) Death Trap Clad (short story)

65) Plaything (short story)

66) To become something more! (Chapters in progress)

67) Lost, but not forgotten. (Chapters in progress)

68) I Love Human Stupidity (short story)

69) Lady Dimitrescu A-Z NSFW (short list)

70) Danse Macabre (Chapters in progress)

71) Game Over! (short story)

72) A Pet That's Not You (short story)

73) The patterns of your heartbeat (Chapters in progress)

74) Survival (short story)

75) It Was A Wicked Thought (Chapters in progress)

76) Blackbird (Chapters completed)

77) How vampires are born (short story)

78) I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti. (Chapters in progress)

79) Kiss of Blood (Chapters in progress)

80) You're Not What I Asked For (short story)

81) I walk My Days On a Wire (short story)

82) Team Dimitrescu (short story)

83) Daughter's Plaything! (short story)

84) It Starts With a Spilled Cup of Tea (Chapters completed)

85) There You Are (short story)

86) Fanfic of: "I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti" (short story)

87) Lady Dimitrescu's new slave (short story)

88) How The Mighty Have Shrunk? (short story)

89) Lady dimitrescu x oc (Chapters in progress)

90) Novitiate (Chapters in progress)

91) No More Tears Left (short story)

92) Taming One Of the Beasts! (short story)

93) In the Shadows of the Enemy (short story)

94) Rebirth series (short stories)

95) Comfort's Embrace (short story)

96) A Maids Tale! (short story)

97) To Have Tea and Crackers (short story)

98) Me of all People!? (Chapters in progress)

99) The Tall Mistress (short story)

100) A Dance Of Death! (short story)

101) Retourne-toi! (Chapters in progress)

102) Roses, Hearts and Wine (short story)

103) Care to Dance? (Chapters in progress by me!)

104) Happy Valentine's Day (short story)

105) Share The Love? (short story)

106) Vampire (short story)

107) Between monsters (Chapters in progress)

108) Giant Woman (song/rewriting)

109) Steeplechase (short story)

110) In The Shadows (Chapters in progress)

111) What is it Worth? (Chapters in progress)

112) The positives of being a maiden (short story)

113) Young And Beautiful (short story)

114) Queenslayer (Chapters in progress)

115) Life in Castle Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)

116) A Soak (short story)

117) Child’s Play! (Chapters in progress)

118) Forbidden (Chapters in progress)

119) The Vampire's Groom (short story)

120) Vampires Can Wear Sweaters Too (Chapters in progress)

121) Don't Cry Mercy.... (short story)

122) Hear Me Out (short story)

123) Sanguinis et Mortis (short story)

124) A Warm Bed (short story) 

125) The Bite That Binds The Gift That Gives (Chapters in progress)

126) Two Hearts Beat As One! (Chapters in progress)

127) Cat Got Your Tongue? (Chapters in progress)

128) The Truth Can Make a Rose Dead (short story)

129) The Mistress's Artist (short story)

130) The Art of Submission (short story)

131) Her Name Upon My Soul (short story)

132) Mine only (short story)

133) Don’t leave me (short story)

134) The Morning Sun (short story)

135) What About What I Want? (Chapters in progress)

136) Facing the Leviathan (short story)

137) No Title (from Deviantart) (short story)

138) MILKERS: The big Smoke | Libro 1: Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress in Spanish)

139) Rolling Stone! (short story)

140) Moonlight Reflections (Chapter in progress)

141) In Sanguis Virginis Veritas (Chapters in progress)

142) Video Games? (short story)

143) Fragility (short story)

144) Pet Lessons (short story)

145) Symphony of Destruction (short story)

146) The Protectors (Chapters in progress)

147) Such A Messy Affair (short story)

148) nourishment (short story)

149) Ma Belle Evangeline (short story)

150) Big Tall Vampire Lady (Chapters in progress)

151) Plaything (Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Reader) (short story)

152) Unexpected (short story)

153) All Hallows’ Eve (Chapters in progress...by me!)

154) Affliction (Chapters in progress)

155) Adapt and Overcome (Chapters in progress)

156) So We Meet Again (short story)

157) Stole (Chapters in progress)

158) Unexpected expectancy (short story)

159) Blood Moon! (short story)

160) Under Your Spell (Chapters in progress)

161) Kitten Likes To Play! (short story)

162) A Good Servant (short story)

163) My Huntress, My Wife (short story)

164) Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child! (short story)

165) Memento Mori (Chapters in progress)

166) Hunter Becomes The Hunted! (Chapters in progress)

167) The One She Spared (Chapters in progress)

168) From Eden (Chapters in progress)

169) it takes a village (Chapters in progress)

170) This one time in Romania... (Chapters in progress)

171) One witch dead. One more to go. (short story)

172) Surprise Visit! (short story)

173) Falling into Darkness (Chapters in progress)

174) Finding What's Lost! (Chapters in progress)

175) Call Me Mistress (short story)

176) Burn Witch Burn (Chapters in progress)

177) Scare Tactics (Chapters in progress)

178) a one shot from tumblr (short story)

179) Recon (Chapters in progress)

180) Tea and Ice Lattes (Chapters in progress)

181) Yes, Dear (short story)

182) Use Somebody (Chapters in progress)

183) The Party (short story)

184) Dimitrescu Winter Ball (short story)

185) Learning The Hard Way (short story)

186) The Vamp & The Wolf (Chapters in progress)

187) Trust Is Worth A Thousand Words (Chapters in progress)

188) Family Portrait (short story)

189) The Long Journey Home (Chapters in progress)

190) ~Iubire nemuritoare~ (Chapters in progress)

191) A New Breed (Chapters in progress)

192) Part of the Job (short story)

193) Lingering (short story)

194) Dani’s Mom (shorto story)

195) What Do We Do With A Drunken Vampire? (short story)

196) You're Such A Royal Pain In The Fang! (short story)

197) Woman in White (short story)

198) One shot from tumblr

199) Night Light (short story)

200) The Goddess And The Vampire! (short story)

HOUSE OF DIMITRESCU FF

1) Between Thirst and Affection (short story about Daniela)

2) Series about new character Rosemary Dimitrescu: Part 1 When A Rose Blooms In Winter (Completed); Part 2 Every Rose Has It's Thorns (Completed); Part 3 A Bed of Roses (In progress)

3) Potential Bad Idea (short story about Daniela)

4) Supermarket Flowers (short story about Daniela)

5) Good Girl! (short story about Daniela)

6) Taming one of the beasts! (short story)

7) Into the Unknown (Chapters in progress, multifandom)

8) One Of the Girls (short story)

9) Can't Sleep! Won't Sleep (without you)! (short story)

10) A Mix of the Species! (short story)

[berrydoodleoo]

If Ignis were himself, he would no doubt have counseled them against the trip, or at least proposed some kind of clever work around. Gladio would have loomed and grumbled, and then would have been the first to bow at Luna’s bedside with some courtly, if gruff, remark. But of course, Ignis wasn’t himself, and really, neither was Gladio. And Noctis knew it was all his fault.

But Prompto was insistent, and he was trying so hard to be himself and keep things light. He'd taken over Iggy’s duties of cooking and planning their trip, and still found time and energy to help Ignis activate the handicap settings on his phone while keeping up a steady stream of light-hearted chatter. Not to mention visiting Luna and helping out with the rescue and relief efforts. It was like watching someone do a ballet in a field full of giant boulders – three of which were named Ignis, Noctis, and Gladiolus – he just kept moving, kept dancing, and you almost couldn’t see the toll it was taking on him.

Almost.

So Prompto brought up visiting Luna’s hospital room again, as-if casually, mentioning that he’d had word from Weskham as to where she was currently hidden, and that he was sure he could get them in without being noticed by Imperial spies. And besides, Pryna had licked his hand when he’d visited last, which probably meant that Luna was going to wake up soon, any day now, and wouldn’t it be something if she woke up while Noct was there? A kiss from Prince Charming, eh?

Gladio had snorted, an ugly, mocking sound, and Prompto had stuttered to a halt, with an expression like his heart was breaking. Ignis had averted his face, just slightly. Shutting the whole world out. And Noctis had dredged up a voice (his own? someone else’s?) from the vise clamping his chest and said sure, Prom, let’s go.

And so they did.

Traveling the streets of devastated Altissia in Lucian royal black was probably unwise, but Prompto seemed to exude a notice-me-not aura that, in conjunction with the chaos still gripping the city, was enough to let them travel unmolested. They kept to the areas packed with refugees where possible, where everyone had their eyes glued to the screens announcing ferries and how long the current wait lists were (some were hours, most were days) instead of at each other. It did nothing for his nerves, which were a constant jangle, but at least no one stopped them. Or worse, shouted, hey, Prince Noctis!

The hospital was mostly intact, at least from the outside. Upon entering, it became clear that it had suffered a beating, either from Leviathan or the Imperial forces. The first level was still flooded, the polished marble turned treacherous by a thin layer of mud. The smell of mold competed with the smell of hospital bleach, and Noctis almost gagged.

There was a crowd here, too, too many people to fit in the emergency room reserved for the most critical cases. Noctis stood aside as Prompto shuffled about, standing on his toes, trying to find the best way forward without attracting too much attention.

A little kid with a bloody rag tied to his forehead stared at them. Noctis met his eyes and then regretted it, trying to look away and act casual. When he glanced up, the kid had wandered from his sleeping mother to stand beside them, still staring silently.

Prompto almost collided with the kid, and then did a double-take. “Hey!” he exclaimed quietly, and he sounded happy. “Stanford, my man!” He crouched, careful to keep the edges of his jacket out of the water. “How you doin’? Still waiting for a doctor, huh?”

Stanford – he must have been a few years younger than Talcott, too young to be so injured and haunted-looking – nodded, popping his filthy thumb into his mouth.

“Can I take a look, dude?” Prompto asked, gentle, touching the bandage on the child’s head. He nodded again.

It made Noctis’ eyes water, seeing how gentle Prompto was with the kid. He unwound the bandage and checked the wound beneath – the sight made Noctis wince – and produced some wrapped bandages and antiseptic wipes seemingly from his pocket (Noct felt the tug that meant they’d really come from the Armiger). He talked the whole time – man, those are cool shoes, I love chocobos, and how old are you again, dude? like, sixteen, right? or seventeen, you’re in high school, right – trying to coax some words out of him. Stanford was clearly listening, half-smiling at Prompto’s jokes, but was otherwise unresponsive.

He submitted to the cleaning with only a little tearyness. When he finally spoke, it wasn’t about anything Prompto had said.

“Do you have more magic potions?” he asked hopefully.

Prompto winced, shooting a quick glance at Noct. They’d agreed early on not to share their potions with people – it was too easy to trace them back to Noct, and Ignis was always concerned they would run out at the worst possible moment (which, to be fair, they had done so more than once).

“Not at the moment, little dude,” Prompto was jittering, hurrying to finish wrapping the bandage, “but uh, maybe later, I can, uh–”

Noctis reached into his back pocket and summoned a potion from the Armiger, the same trick Prompto had just pulled. It was weak – he just hadn’t been able to summon the magic for a proper Elixir once it was clear they wouldn’t help Ignis’ eyes – but it would help ward off infection and help with pain management. For a little while.

Stanford’s eyes lit up, and he started to snatch the glowing bottle from Noct’s hand. But then he hesitated. “For – for me?” he asked, staring up at Noct with the hugest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Yeah.” Noct tried to smile for him, extending the potion a bit further. “Of course.”

Stanford accepted the bottle, hugging it to his chest as if were a precious treasure. Now his eyes glowed with happiness, watching Noct, and he stood obediently still as Prompto finished retying the headband that kept his bandage in place. “Can I share it with my mom?” he eventually asked.

Noctis glanced at the sleeping woman, and wondered what was wrong with her. Was she injured, too, or just exhausted? “Yeah,” he said again. “Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Would the woman even accept it, if her son told her he had a magic potion from a strange man? Well, maybe she would assume it came from a doctor, or that it was still the harmless bottle of (Noctis checked) apple juice it had started out as. Albeit glowing apple juice. Well, marketing, right? Maybe it wouldn’t seem too weird.

It was Stanford’s to do with as he chose. If he wanted to give it to his mom, or a total stranger, or pour it down the drain, Noctis wouldn’t stop him. He just didn’t have the energy.

Stanford’s eyes went even wider, but he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Brave little man. Noctis tried to smile for him again, moved his lips in the familiar gesture, and the kid tried to smile in return. If his own forced smile made him look as sad as Stanford’s did, Noctis mused, then it was no wonder people kept flinching away at the sight.

~

They found an un-monitored stairwell, the door blocked off with yellow tape. It quickly became clear as to why it was locked down – some tree branches and half a gondola were poking through the battered walls, tossed through marble and concrete by Leviathan’s rage. Worse, there were puddles of slimy water everywhere.

Prompto kept ahold on Noct’s arm – Noct realized he’d been doing that since they left their borrowed refuge in the Secretary’s home, as if Noct would drift away without the anchor – as they made their way up the stairs. “I don’t think he’s gonna keep it a secret, man.”

Noct had to blink himself back to the present. “Huh?”

“Stanford. With the potion.”

Noct shrugged. “Didn’t get the impression he was talking much.”

“Noct…”

“It’s not a big deal. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Prompto seemed deflated, guiding him up the stairs. “Yeah.”

Noct let himself be led. What did Prompto expect him to say? Maybe he wanted Noct to go back down the stairs and offer to help everyone else in the room. Give out their store of potions, grab some bottles of water and start enchanting those, too. Act like a king for once, instead of piece of luggage that had to be carted to and fro by people smarter and more capable.

“I just feel bad, you know?” Prompto said, his voice echoing a bit in the humid, smelly space. “I’ve never done anything to deserve you guys – traveling with you guys, using your magic, seeing the gods, I – I don’t deserve any of this – this magic, this specialness, I’m just –” He swallowed. “And then there’s kids like Stanford, and man, I just don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything.”

Noctis let his arm slide through Prompto’s grip until he could squeeze his hand. They paused, side-by-side as they sidled around a piece of crushed stairwell, and Prompto squeezed back. Hard.

~

Noct started feeling floaty once they left the stairwell. Parts of this floor were still in use, despite the damage and the flickering lights. But Prompto knew the way, avoiding the lighted areas, and led him to a dark hallway behind more yellow tape.

Noct felt his steps slowing. He and Prompto’s arms, connected by their held hands, stretched like a rope between two ships tugged in opposite directions. They reached a door, Prompto produced a key, and Noct thought he might faint. He pulled free of Prompto’s grip to lean against the wall, heart laboring, spots filling his vision.

Luna. Luna was on the other side. Once he saw her, it would all be real.

He needed more time. Time to get ready, time to be better, time to be the King she believed he was. All he could picture was her face – somewhere between the child he’d known and the woman he’d seen in official broadcasts – crumpling in disappointment, and the fact that it hadn’t happened (yet) did nothing to lessen the pain. Gods. Gods. He couldn’t do this. More time—

Prompto’s face appeared, looking worried and frantic, and then Noct was being hauled into the unlocked room despite his sluggish limbs. He heard the door shut behind them, closing them in safely. And when he opened his eyes, he was in Luna’s hospital room.

“Dude,” Prompto was whispering. “Breathe.”

Noct nodded.

“Breathe. Breathe.” Prompto pressed a quick, awkward kiss to his forehead. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

Noct breathed, or tried to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he could see Luna in her hospital bed, traced in appallingly bright sunshine, and he swayed again. Prompto caught him, held him up, held him in place. Just held him, really.

For a minute, he had the inane thought that Clarus and Gladio were on the other side of the door, and if they came in they would see Noct snuggling with Prompto and the game would be up. And then he remembered that Clarus was dead, that Gladio wanted nothing to do with him, and that this wasn’t his father’s hospital room, after the stroke that nearly claimed his life a year ago. Something about the smell, the beeping, the seafoam green of the curtains and blankets, must have taken him back. And his dad was dead, anyway, dead like Clarus, dead like Ignis almost was, dead like Luna almost is….

“I can’t do this,” Noct whispered, when Prompto backed off to give him a little space.

Ignis would have said, yes you can, Highness. Majesty. Gladio would have said, don’t give me that crap, you’re gonna do your duty if it kills us both. Luna would have said, none of us know what we can do until we do it, or fail trying. But I do believe in you, Noctis.

Prompto just whispered, “I know, man.” Noctis met his eyes, briefly, and the love and sorrow there stole his breath. “That’s why I’m here to help.”

Noctis glanced back, thinking of escape, about making excuses and stepping out, running away, back to the Secretary’s house and the room where Ignis and Gladio tip-toed around each other and the smothering silence. And then he swallowed, and squeezed Prompto’s hand, and nodded, meeting his eyes one more time.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and Prompto led him forward, into the light.

[kitkatscabinet]

Oh perfect! Also, all of those are great and this was maybe half of a way for me to get you into ffxv, I'm so sorry 🥲 but if you like any final fantasy games, you might like this one!

But I'd love to introduce to my baby boy, my pretty man, the love of my life, Promtpo! He's my favorite, my bbg if you will 😌 he's the gun weilder of the group and he's got so many freckles to, gah I love him. I honestly feel like his voice lines when roaming around are the funniest, he also takes photos during fights, so you get some epic shots during fights. His dlc episode is also my favorite and tbh the only one I really care for.

Now if youre not for blondes but prefer maybe the beefier of guys, there's always gladio! Basically the tank of the group, he weilds the big swords, claymores basically. the grade A beef cake, he's also got a younger sister, so he can be a softy

Also yes, thats a yassified version I edited of him

Noctis, crowded prince, the protagonist for the game, sometimes grumpy, mostly a dork, there was a scene during the old assassin's creed event, he went on a rant to gladio about the game, he's just a Lil dork. I actually named my cat after him. Now for him, he can weild any weapon, so he's a great versatile use

Also the only photo I have of him on my phone because most of what I have are of prompto

Iggy, the mom of the group. He cooks and he's british, a very suave man. He's the one who does most of the driving unless you decide to take over, noctis is apparently bad at driving. Honestly, even for a game, his food always looks so good

There's also some great villains as well, one who isn't exactly a villain per say, loqi my personal favorite out of the three, he's just so pretty 👉🏻👈🏻

Anyways, so sorry about this long thing, I just get giddy at the chance to talk about this game. I love this game and if I can, I try to buy more and more of stuff for this game. If I can convert more people into liking prompto, I will 🥹

I have actually played ffxv! It was a few years ago but it still holds a soft spot in my heart, to this day stand by me still makes me cry like a baby. That ending was so not swag for my soul.

I’ve always been an Ignis girlie myself, but I do admit to not knowing anything about the villains as I have not played any of the dlc.

I have actually been considering writing for it but I’m not as into it as I used to be 🤷‍♀️

[goddessofroyalty]

Listen imma be real cloud deserves to whore around more... cloud as a parent to the remenents or prompto or whatever deserves to harness that milf energy and get drooled at by everyone so he can pitch and choose men like the boss as bitch he is. Like let’s be real we talk about how cloud in ffxv universe would avoid the royals at all cost but it is a good thing cus I don’t see cor or clarus or Regis or anyone in that stuffy castle surviving basically sex with a sword strife and the chocobros would have to suffer with that knowledge.

Tldr: lets be honest with ourselves I can’t imagine a universe were even with a kid in tow cloud isn’t the ultimate thirst bait available

I just realised how long it's been since I last used my 'Cloud Strife is a slut' tag (my catch-all tag for Cloud ship things that I need to remember to use while tagging reblog stuff) because, honestly, yes. Yes Cloud deserves to sleep around more - he's rediculously attractive and it's clear that everyone with eyes wants to fuck him (and rightfully so). Even with kids he's still stupidly attractive.

I think one of the bigger differences between how I have the Remnants and Prompto in my head is that: the Remnants are aware their mom is attractive to people. And they have decided it is their job (and responsibility) to make sure nobody can act on that attraction Barret and Tifa excluded and maybe Zack if he lives and helps raise them. Cloud is THEIR MOM and they are not letting anyone take him away from them.

Prompto is completely unaware that Cloud is considered attractive. Partially because he looks so much like Cloud and doesn't think people would find him attractive.

But anyway, back on point.

Yeah I feel like Cloud would be so attractive to most of the people in the castle. Firstly, because, well, look at him. But also competency porn is very much a thing and Cloud is really insanely competent at what he does now. So while I do think Prompto would still be completely oblivious to the fact that everyone is clearly eyeing Cloud off, Noctis and Gladio are kind of having crises over the fact that their dads have the hots for Prom's dad (and poor Ignis is stuck being their free therapist as they process that). Better for everyone's mental health that Cloud just avoids the royals at all cost.

[falcqns]

Hmmm, I thought about this. That Henry and I are playing some PC game, and we were both yelling at each other, that his mom when she visited us thought that we're having sex. Something like "Push harder etc" 😂

thankful

pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

A/N: I just started playing it and I haven't made it past this freaking quest because I cannot for the life of me find the fucking Buckthorn and I can just imagine Henry about to lose his absolute shit with me lmao. Any hints on hOW to find the Fucking BUCKTHORN would be greatly appreciated y’all.  Also Im playing it on the switch so I don't know the controls for PC, so ignore the fact that I don't mention the controls LOL

Warnings: Witcher 3 Wild Hunt spoilers, swearing, implied smut, Marianne telling her son off

The two of you knew that you only had about a hour while Henry’s mom, Marianne, stepped out to go get some groceries.

Naturally, as a fairly new girlfriend to Henry, he only wanted to do one thing with you.

Show you how to play The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.

The two of you were in his office, you on his lap, while he showed you the controls of the game. You got yourself acquainted well with the PC mechanics, and started Geralt’s journey.

Geralt and Vesemir had made it to the tavern to ask about Yennefer, and was about to venture out to find some Buckthorn, when you were attacked by some Nilfaardians. 

Immediately, Henry wanted to take over the controls and show you how to beat them in expert time, but he knew you'd be mad, so he just encouraged you to continue.

“No! Baby you need to use Axii, not Igni!” He groaned, before placing his hands over yours to take over the controls. “You need to influence his mind to get him to tell you the information!”

“HENRY, STOOOOPP,” You whined, when he took over. “I can do it, just let me try!” You huffed, and crossed your arms across your chest.

Henry beat the Nilfgaardians before glancing down at you. “I’m sorry, baby, but I didn't want you to die,” 

You stood up in a huff. “You didn't even let me try!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face. 

Henry became concerned, and pulled you to straddled his lap.

He brushed the hair away from your eyes, before gazing into them. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I won't do it again.” He said, his fingers trailing up and down your back.

“Yes, you will,” You murmured, your cries turning into sobs. Your head fell forward and buried itself into his neck.

Henry chuckled. “Baby, C’mon. Stop. It’s just a game.” 

Your head snapped up. “That’s not the fucking point.” You growled. You slid off his lap and headed towards the door with full intentions of storming away and locking yourself in the bathroom to calm down.

Henry stood, and grabbed your wrist, his hand coming to cup your chin and forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Watch your language, little one.” He grunted, in a menacing tone.

You growled again, before pulling out of his grasp.

“Then stop taking over the fucking game. Let me do it! I’m sure you died there when you first played it, I have to learn some how.” You stomped over to Henry’s gaming chair and plopped down into it, throwing Henry one last glare before turning back to the PC.

He let out a rather dramatic sigh, but walked over to you. 

“Okay, love, I’m sorry. Stand up, and I won't take over the game again.” You shook your head, your fingers already moving over the keyboard.

“No.” 

“What was that?” Henry said, as a warning.

You turned to look at him. “I said no. You can sit down next to me. I don't trust you,” You muttered before turning back to the screen. You sighed in annoyance. 

“Look at that Henry, you made me run Geralt and Roach into a fucking bush because you can't have someone else take control for once.” Henry sighed in defeat, and took a seat next to you, resigning to just encourage you. “You're going to get it tonight,”

You shot him one last glare. “Say another word and you're sleeping on the Fucking couch, Cavill.”

You continued to play, and Henry encouraged you. 

You were fighting some wolves when he started to shout.

“Harder, baby harder!” He shouted, groaning when Geralt's stamina dropped slightly.

“I’M GOING AS HARD AS I CAN HENRY GOD! MY FINGERS ONLY MOVE SO FAST!” 

And that was the first thing Marianne heard when she walked back into the house.

“Uh, Henry? Y/N?” Henry immediately stood up, sensing that you needed him to walk away.

He walked out to greet his mom.

“Hi mom.” He said, giving her a hug.

Marianne looked him up and down which caused Henry to scrunch up his eyebrows. 

“What?” He asked.

Marianne gave him a knowing look.

“Well, when I walked into your house, I heard Y/N scream at you.” She began, as she watched Henry unload the groceries from the bag. “Something about going as hard as she can?” 

Henry busted out laughing, realizing what his poor mother was thinking.

“Oh, no, it’s not what you think mom. We were playing The Witcher together and she wasn't hitting a target hard enough and I was encouraging her which caused her to lose her shit on me,” He said.

His mom giggled.  “You put have done something previously to tick her off, because she’s not the type of person to just explode on you like that.” Henry sighed in defeat. “Okay, she may have been close to dying, and I may have taken over controls, so she may have flew into a rage and told me off.”

He looked over at his mother, who had her hands on her hips.

“Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill. You couldn't let her take control for more than two seconds?” His mother said, sternly.

He looked at her. “Sorry, mom.”

She scoffed, before turning to put away some more groceries. 

“You better be, because I didn't help you pick out that engagement ring for her to dump you over a game,” 

Henry laughed, forever thankful that his mom wouldn't hesitate to put him right.