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[the-blind-geisha]

The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - The Red Rider of Blood - War

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When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him. 

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Arcadia | The Wheelhouse

I opened the doors leading to the control room in haste. The front of the airship was seemingly only accompanied by Ignis and a few others who pledged themselves to us and our cause. Hearing them open, my husband turned to greet me. Even without sight, there were times he always surprised me with how acute his other senses were.

“Where is Noctis?” I asked, breathless from my swift and exhausted run through the airship. 

“Fociaugh Hollow, my Bride,” Ignis answered, his tone harboring concern for my own. “He was looking into a small lead in regards to a powerful daemon he hoped to quell.” He met me halfway, opening his hand for me to take. “Is something the matter? You sound.. distressed.”

It was a dream. That’s what I had to tell myself, but there was some truth buried within that ‘dream’ that had me rattled to my core. My fingers caressed his open palm, trying to find comfort in his presence alone. “I had a vision of sorts.”

Ignis’ lips thinned as if already dreading what I were to say. Seems without me even speaking that horrid man’s name, he knew Ardyn was possibly involved.

“I was… I was warned that something could be happening to Gladio in Altissia at this moment.”

“Who warned you of this?”

I shook my head at his desire to pry. “It matters not! What concerns me is that they could be right. We have more enemies there than friends, and I was told only that he ventured with Aranea there for—for something.”

Ignis hummed in thought, glancing away to collect his thoughts on the matter. “He never spoke with me about this. I was even unaware he was heading there to begin with.” There was a bit of pain laboring his tone as he spoke.

I understood why, as those two seemed to share a lot with one another. Just as Ignis and I had our fair share of secrets, I wouldn't doubt those two had the same.

[whosmoonie]

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[rolerei]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader Characters: Ravus Nox Fleuret, Reader, Original Characters, Aranea Highwind, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Libertus Ostium, Biggs Callux, Wedge Kincaid, Dino Ghiranze, Prompto Argentum Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post-Canon, Post-Episode Ignis Verse 2, Getting Together, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Size Difference, Mentioned Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Slow Burn, Touch-Starved, Reader-Insert, Sharing a Bed, no y/n Summary:

You're an architect tasked with rebuilding Tenebrae. Ravus is your boss, whose legitimacy on the Tenebraen throne is being challenged.

He asks for your help.

[itsgeecheebitch]

TITLE: Until Darkness Descends

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

PAIRING: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

RATING: Explicit

CHAPTER: 16

       He wrapped his toned arms around your waist. Your body welcomed him so completely, gushing liquid arousal every time he filled you to the brim. Lust crazed words escaped his mouth, whispers of how sexy he thought you were greeted your ears. The dark rasp of Ardyn's voice drove you on, making you rock your hips harder and forcing him even deeper inside you.

      Oblivion was close at hand. He could hear it calling his name with the promise of sweet release. Grabbing two fistfuls of your backside, he squeezed hard, forcing your ass to slam harder against his lap. His name was on your lips and he needed to hear more, hear you admit to belonging to no one else but him. “Who do you belong to?” Ardyn rasped. 

       “You.” You said without hesitation like the good girl you are.  

        Ardyn cracked his hand across your ass. “Say it again.” He demanded, his voice rough with desire. He began to meet your bouncing hips with his own thrusts. He was racing towards the precipice of release faster and faster, his muscles clenched, his toes curled, and the overwhelming ripples scoring his senses became even more intense. Ardyn slapped your ass again and chuckled when you tightened in response.

        “You!” You shouted. He smacked your backside once more, even harder this time. His hand sizzled with an unrelenting sting. 

        He growled, “again.” He repeatedly slapped your ass. He didn't stop until fire licked both his palm and your skin. The double assault of pleasure and pain seemed to make you wilder. Your nails scored Ardyn's shoulders, a lusty sob met his ears, and you shoved his cock even deeper inside you.

        “Oh fuck! You, I belong to you!” You cried.

       “Good girl.” Ardyn cooed before bringing his thumb to your clit. 

       You rode him harder, faster, your movements losing their graceful rhythm. He aided your descent into delirium, building you up higher and higher, forcing you to that cliff's edge. “Ooh fuck! Ardyn, I'm gonna…!”

        He captured your lips in a final, searing kiss. His long fingers continued to work your hungry clit and his length greedily devoured your pleasure. “That's it, my love. Cum for me, cum all over my cock.” Ardyn ordered. 

         As if on command you immediately fell apart, head tipped back, mouth contorted in a perfect 'o', and body convulsing as though struck by lightning. A deluge of clear liquid gushed from your stuffed entrance. You were like a small fountain, droplets sprayed from her body, landing on your stomach and showering Ardyn's abdomen. Rivulets ran down your thighs. The musky feminine scent of your release was thick in the air and made Ardyn dizzy with it.

       His thrusts were getting faster, harder, losing focus. That ball of tension was getting smaller and smaller, tighter, and tighter. He stuffed himself as deep as he could inside of you. That fog in his brain was getting thicker and heavier, he was deaf to the punishing slam of his hips against your thighs. His cock pulsed and throbbed, the end was near, he could feel it tugging at his gut, taste its sweetness in mouth, and feel it ripple across his length. A flash white burned his eyes and he came crashing down with a howl.

        Powerful arms crushed you against his chest as he painted your insides white. You both dropped onto the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs and panting breaths. His left hand was in your sweat drenched hair and his right was hooked over your waist. Your breath tickled his chest as you both laid there in silence. 

          Eventually, your labored breaths evened out and Ardyn looked down to find you curled up in his arms, fast asleep. He was still sheathed inside of you and his release slid down his softening member. 

        Once the remnants of his lust dissipated, he was slammed head first into a wall of dread. Reality hurled at him at all sides, bombarding him with a myriad of questions he had no answer to. He made a huge mistake, possibly the biggest one he had ever made in his life. Like an impulsive fool he lost control, this time he was not sure if he could bend it to his favor. He wasn't supposed to follow you home, he wasn't supposed to feel anything when he saw you with Gladiolus, and he most certainly wasnt supposed to fuck you and pretend you were his wife.

       He slid a weary hand down the side of his face. When did Ardyn become so disorderly, so impulsive? He was never a slave to his whims and urges, what was becoming of him? What are you doing to him? Ardyn slowly slid from underneath you, the cool night air shocked his flaccid member that was still drenched in the result of your coupling. 

        Sighing, he took in the disaster before him. Welts and bruises decorated your skin, your lips were kiss swollen, and stains from both of your releases covered your bedding. Fuck. Ardyn gritted his teeth, spider webs of black ink branched across his skin, the discordant voices of the scourge ringed in his ears. You threaten everything. If this goes any further Ardyn risks losing his powers and he'll never be able to fight the chosen king.

       Ardyn clicked his tongue. He would rather rot away in that wretched cell again than allow you to strip him of his only chance at revenge. He had the mind to begin phase two of his plans already, spirit you away to Gralae and break your spirit so the gods won't be able to use you anymore. But that may complicate his primary plans with the prince. The man sucked his teeth and grabbed his pants from off the floor.

        No, he couldn't risk acting too hastily. Listening to his foolish impulses is what landed him in this mess to begin with. He shoved his legs into his pants and made it a point to not look at you. But the moment your musky feminine scent drifted towards his nose, he was suddenly reminded of the beautiful sounds you made while he was inside of you, the way you gripped him with your silky walls, and cried out his name in the same way his beloved used to.

     Ardyn scowled, you were a dangerous weapon and he needed to start seeing you as such. Referring to you as a replica, a puppet, a tool in his mind was not enough if his emotions did not reflect the same indifference. He needed to become impervious to your charms, to everything about you that reminded him of his late wife. If he cannot then that would be the end of his quest. He would fall at the hands of his brother's descendant and be lost to the world forever. 

          He gave your sleeping form a fleeting glance. The plan requires that he seduce you eventually but he can't fall in love with you. Tossing on his shirt, he gathered the rest of his clothes in his arms. Perhaps some time apart would do him some good, remind him of your true nature, and help him put his goals back into perspective. The last few years made him grow soft towards you, this only happened because he refused to acknowledge the holes in his mental defenses. 

         Two years should be enough to harden his heart against you, to remind him of what you are and what you are not. He will keep an eye on you from a distance, but he won't interact, not until the day comes to put his primary plans with the chosen king into action. He can't risk any hiccups with you until then. But before he went, Ardyn needed to do something about all of this evidence first. It wouldn't do his plans for you any good if you recall that tonight actually happened, after all. 

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

A few days ago Tumblr notified me about being 8 years old this year. I couldn't helped but thinking back about the very first time I started using Tumblr and the reasons why I decided to stay for so long after all these years. One of them was for the FFXV fandom and another one of them was you, KC. 8 years ago, I was on my journey to search for more FFXV contents and I found your blog. A lovely blog, created by a wonderful writer, displayed quite a number of good FF/FFXV fanfics that I had to comeback everyday to re-read all of them whenever I had free time. From your blog, I got to know of more awesome writers in the fandom but I still found myself visit your blog at least once before I went to bed. 8 years later, it's safe to say that the FFXV fandom has cooled down to a certain degree, which made me feel deeply regret not being more active in reaching out to you and other writers earlier, to express how much I'd appreciated your works for these past years. Some has moved on to other platforms, some has stopped using social network for good, some went on an indefinite hiatus and some still remains with some updates from time to time like you, KC. And now, after everything is said and done, I just want to say that I'm really grateful for your works, for your lovely responses you gave to your followers, for your interesting fanfic recommendations and the most important thing is that I'm really grateful that you're still here with us readers. That's alone gives me relief that I still can find my way back to your blog to ease my longing for FFXV and everything else. Congratulations on your new bundle of joy! I wish nothing but the best to you and your family <3 Sincere, Mayerine

Me seeing this like at least 2 years later and cRYINGGGGGGGGGGGGG

I don't think I ever shared it, but I wrote a little self insert sad piece when I felt it was my time to leave the FFXV fanfic community for a time. I loved and still love FFXV and all its characters. I had so much fun writing out my love for them and then sharing it all with you guys.

So much time has passed and I look upon that period of time with so much love and affection.

I hope the years have been good to you. I will bop them over the head if not. 😂

[marmolita]

Lita's Kinktober/Promptober 2024!!

Okay let's do this thing!! I haven't found any official kinktober prompts list so I'm making up my own. I will provide three choices of prompt for each day (2 kinks + 1 trope), and if you want me to write a ficlet for you, please send me an ask with the day, prompt, and ship that you'd like it for and I'll put it on the list!

At this time, I'm open to writing fic only for the fandoms/ships/characters listed below. If I change my mind and add more fandoms I'll update this post. If you think you know me well enough to convince me to write something else you're welcome to come talk to me about it!

Who can send requests?

Literally anyone, anon is turned on as well. I would ask that you only send 1-2 requests to start, then if I don't get very many I'll take additional requests!

What info goes in my request?

Please include the day you want, the kink or prompt you want from that day's options (there are three choices for each day), and the fandom/ship you want. It's fair game to say "any prompt for XYZ ship" or "any fandom for XYZ prompt" or the like, but please give me a little bit of direction instead of just "idk any day any prompt any fandom" because the whole reason I'm doing this is that I can't think of stuff on my own. 😅 If you would like the work to be gifted to you on AO3, please give me your username. I'll tag you on tumblr when I post it as well, unless you specifically tell me you don't want to be tagged.

How do I send a request?

Put it in my ask box please! If you don't have a tumblr account you can also find me on discord and DM me there (marmolita), or go old school and email me, marmolita42 at gmail.

What fandoms and ships can I request?

Note: in all of these, "Other" means an OC that I invent to match the type of person/thing of your choice (e.g. "hunter" or "diner patron" or "Galbadian army soldiers" or "mindflayer" or something like that). I will not write reader insert fic or fic for OCs of other people's creation.

For prompts that aren't sex-related (like "office AU" or whatever) you don't necessarily have to provide a ship, just some characters.

FFVIII: Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Squall/Rinoa, Squall solo, Laguna solo, Seifer solo, Seifer/Ultimecia (including Ultimecia possessing others), Seifer/Other, Squall/Other, Laguna/Other

FFXV: Noctis/Prompto, Noctis/Gladio, Noctis/Luna, Noctis solo, Noctis/Gladio/Ignis/Prompto, Noctis/Other. I may be open to other Noctis ships as well, except not Ignis, Ardyn, or any Kingsglaive characters.

FFVIII/FFXV Crossover: Any combination involving Squall, Seifer, Laguna, Noctis. I could be talked into other characters if you have a really good idea.

Dune (Villeneuve): Paul/Duncan, Paul solo, Paul/Bene Gesserit, and I could be talked into something involving Chani or Stilgar, possibly. Keep in mind I have not read the books.

Scholomance: Orion solo, Orion/El, Orion/mals

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Benny, Dean/Jack, Dean/Claire, Dean/Mary but only for "something made them do it" type prompts, Dean/Amara, Dean/Other, Dean solo

Marmalade Boy: Yuu/Satoshi, Yuu solo, Satoshi solo (yes I realize this is a very random fandom to include but hey if I'm willing to write it I thought I should put it in here lol)

Prompts

I'll cross these off as they get requested.

UPDATE: all have been claimed, thanks everyone!

1. Orgasm delay/edging, Fisting, Sex pollen

2. Electrostimulation, Vore, Omegaverse

3. Exhibitionism, Impact play, Arranged marriage

4. Voyeurism, Uniform kink, BDSM AU

5. Omorashi, Mind control, Enemies to lovers

6. Train molestation, Tentacles, Dubcon

7. Royalty/nobility kink, Intercrural, Magic made them do it

8. Sex work, Bondage, Bad guys made them do it

9. Bruises, Collaring, First time

10. Knifeplay, Sex toys, Oh no they're hot

11. Gunplay, Face sitting, Friends with benefits

12. S&M, Overstimulation, Unwilling attraction

13. Voice kink, Body worship, Truth serum

14. Competence kink, Incest, Guilty attraction

15. Leather/Latex, Breathplay/choking, Trapped together

16. Pegging, Free use, Captured by the enemy

17. Bukkake, Dirty talk, Sex as part of job duties

18. Rimming, Object insertion, Enemies with benefits

19. Frottage, Anonymous sex, Undercover as lovers

20. Waxplay, Begging, Fake Dating

21. Glory hole, Chastity, Amnesia

22. Fucking machine, Clothed sex, Tabloids/gossip

23. Praise kink, Mirror sex, Office AU

24. Humiliation, Sex tapes, Hate doing the thing but have to do it to save someone

25. Sensory deprivation, Manhandling/Rough sex, Child soldiers

26. Cloning/selfcest, Size kink, Power imbalance

27. Noncon, Dehumanization, Seduced by the villain

28. Double penetration, Slut praising, Horrifying revelation

29. Gags, Virginity kink, Under the influence

30. Threesome, Face fucking, Normally reserved character gets to be sexy/horny

31. Orgy, Public/semi-public sex, Fighting as foreplay

(if you want to steal my prompt list for your own October fest go for it!)

[laswells-ashtray]

ugh, who was my first celebrity/fictional crush? Trying to think back . Maybe Captain America/Steve Roger’s since he was among my first reader inserts I ever read or FFXV’s Ignis as he really jumpstart my type in glasses men(looks at Adler)

Respectable choices.

[yobotica]

Fandom Homework

Idea by @razielim, I like the idea of sitting down and talking about the stuff I want to be working on! Mostly pretty rambly here, so I'll put it all beneath a cut:

It's all gonna be about the WIPs, baby! I think the thing that comes to mind most on 'boy I wish I could finish this' is actually the fallout AU I have for Assassin's Creed. ShaunDes, of course, but I think the ultimate plan was to try for OT3 with Clay on this one. I've never done it, but I get a lot of comments for that on my other fics and I think it would be interesting in this setting if I can make it work. I think the current plan for this one is more a sort of main 'how the group got together' vibe (all the moderns) and then snippets/side stories for some of their adventures. I do have an overall plot involving everyone figuring out who they are, secrets coming to light, etc. I just gotta get it all written is all.

Second is obviously to finish my in progress titanfall fic, which I usually just refer to as Weary, lol. While I've never once really felt pressured that updates are few and far between by comments on AO3, I sometimes regret posting it before it was finished. I never post WIPs as they're worked on because I am the slowest writer - once I get going, I can write pretty fast, it's just the getting started that trips me up. That, and i end up writing a lot of stuff that it turns out, it's not time for, or it's just not right for the story. I think I'm at like, over 15k words discarded for this fic overall, some of which has been repurposed/used already (just later than when it was originally written), but most of which has not. (Yet; I know at least two bits are just too early).

Third is a fic that is almost 10 years old and unfinished. It's only been posted up to chapter 10 on the assassin's creed kinkmeme, the last chapter of which was posted in 2016. It's almost complete, actually, sitting at just under 55.5k words, but I can't quite pin down the ending. Then it needs to be edited. Insert sad-cowboy emoji.

I'd really like to revisit my old DS9 stuff. I never published any of it on AO3 - in fact, I can't even remember if I've published any of it anywhere. It's some of the earliest stuff I've written, and it's pretty rough by my standards, but it's still something I'd like to get some time into and whip up into something readable at some point.

I want to learn how to draw transformers! I've wanted to for a while, but I recently watched Transformers One and it was gorgeous. There's a lot of different styles for the whole franchise, but I like that one a lot. That and Transformers Prime, which I haven't seen yet, lol. I'm a pretty recent fan, to be honest, but me and a friend have spent a lot of time making transformers OCs that I'd love to be able to draw just for fun. (It's the only reason I play Forza Horizon 5 at all, is to make the car forms for those that can be made in that game.)

I'd love to get works written for a few fandoms I've been into for a while, but never written for. Stuff like Dishonored, Legacy of Kain/Soul Reaver, Inception or even Dragon Age. Mostly based on vibes rather than concrete ideas (except for dishonored, which I have exactly one (1) idea that could be used for fic), but still. It's something I'd like to do.

Oh! I need to finish and edit the FFXV fic I have in progress! It could be considered complete enough, to be honest, but it feels incomplete to me for some reason. I wrote up to a certain point, then lost all steam. It's set post Episode Ignis alternate ending, a really, really cute and sweet fic.

I think one thing I'd like to do is maybe just post a collection on AO3 of my WIPs. I don't think of anything I've written as abandoned, even if it's been years since I looked at them, but I also do think some of it was pretty good! I don't know how readers feel about this, though.

I'd like to get more Deus Ex fic written, too. I had a few things perk my interested for kinktober but October was mostly a really shit month for me, so I got no writing done at all. I definitely don't mind using those prompts late or anything, but I still haven't got any creative juice for writing right now, so they're just sitting there, waiting for their time.

I've also had a few ideas that I think I might never write but maybe folks might be interested in hearing about or adopting themselves? Like prompts, maybe. Adoptable fic ideas. Mostly it's stuff I'd love to read but not research to write myself, but that feels a little selfish, lol. But I also just think they're fun to talk about and gush over even if they never actually get written.

I think this was nice to sit down and write out. I don't post very much about myself or my work, but I've enjoyed seeing people talk about things they'd like to get done or things they have in progress and thought I'd share. I'm wishing you all well and hoping you all have something creative you'd like to look forward to doing as well! <3

[zanarkandfayth]

Thinking up ffxv headcanons about the boys writing fanfic instead of working on my own fic:

Gladio writes stuff like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, he takes his favourite novels and then inserts something totally weird into it and somehow makes it work. He's a plantser, he comes up with basic ideas but wings most of the details and isn't afraid to go off-script. He finishes most of his fics, but there's a few left abandoned that he swears are just on hiatus. He has a regular readerbase and his fics get a decent amount of attention, but he isn't a BNF.

Prompto writes super indulgent self-insert fanfic for Assassin's Creed. Complete pantser, he starts writing the moment he gets an idea and doesn't plan a single thing in advance, and his plots suffer for it. He's constantly in the middle of no less than five fics at one time, and has a long history of abandoned fics on his account that make most readers hesitant to give him a chance. His fics mostly go unnoticed, except for that one that blew up early on and still has people begging him to finish, but he isn't in it for the attention anyways.

Noct isn't much of a writer, but he'll scribble out an unedited crack oneshot every once in a while based on outlandish conversations he and Prompto have while they game, posted immediately after writing, typos and all. They always get lots of comments and kudos despite the fact that he never responds to anyone. Noct's popularity annoys Ignis immensely, but his pride will never let him admit it.

Ignis writes ridiculously long epic-length fics that are all OC casts and super plotty and so AU they could almost be an original work, if he just changed the setting. He spends months outlining them beforehand and prewrites the entire fic and sends it through no less than two betas before he starts posting on a very precise schedule. They're well-written and engaging, but aren't very popular. Still, he has a small but dedicated and loyal readerbase who leave him thoughtful comments, and he always takes the time to respond in kind.

Regis and Clarus are both BNFs. They're well-known fandom olds and they write popular ships with popular tropes and everyone loves them, their fics are always popping up on rec lists and they have thousands of comments and kudos and multiple pieces of fanart per fic that readers have drawn for them. Clarus pestered Cor into being his beta when they started, wearing him down over a period of months, but Regis has always firmly been in the "no beta we die like men" camp, and sometimes it shows. But people overlook his occasional lazy grammar and spelling because he's one of the best smut writers in his fandom. He once left his AO3 account up on his laptop screen and Noct saw it and promptly went to go bleach his brain just from the tags alone.

[yuafukuda]

Tagged by @andywinter16 . Thanks for the tag beautiful!! ☺️

Currently reading: An x reader fanfic on Quotev; Oblivion Miraculous Ladybug x Reader. It's really good, even though I stopped watching Miraculous after, like, second season.

Last Songs: I've discovered Stach Bukowski and I listen to some of his songs on repeat for days now, so the last songs I've listened to are Noc and Chłodno

Currently watching: More like rewatching, Voltron Legendary Defender. Or at least I tried but my brain loves to jump from fandom to fandom with light-speed lol

Current Fic: Mentioned above

Writing: Damn, I've got, like, three unfinished fics I published on AO3, then I have a shit-ton of self-inserts on my phone and laptop and yet I don't have any time or motivation to write stuff. Send help

Next on my watch list: Black Lagoon or Revolutionary Girl Utena

Current special interest: Assassin's Creed and FFXV are on my head always

As always, not sure who to tag so yeah lol, do what you want, go wild and stuff

[the-blind-geisha]

The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 7

A/N: Commission for DestiniDestati! Thank you so much again for your support~! Chapters 8 and 9 will gradually release in the coming weeks as I work on them!

Chapter 7: The Truth Whispered Through the Night

Prompto was apparently up at that hour, stretching from the small amount of sleep he was able to obtain. Noticing me there at the docks, he called out to me.

I wasn't too startled, but my own thoughts had caused me to tense just for a moment; especially given all that Ignis and I had discussed prior. “Oh, Prompto,” I greeted, trying my best to hide the sorrow that labored my words. “What are you doing up?”

“I could, uh, ask the same about you,” he wearily chuckled. Making it to my side, he kissed my cheek with that same smile that could always light up the darkest of nights. “So what’s on your mind?”

I breathed out a small sigh at his question. “You know me too well, it seems.”

“Of course. We’ve been together for over ten years.” Prompto shrugged. “I know you about as well as Noct, or at least, I want to say I do. Rarely do you walk away on your own unless something is bothering you.”

I managed a smile to the best of my ability. Felt like even some unknown force was desperate to have me spare a moment to tell Prompto about what I and Ignis spoke of earlier. 

But… not here.

“You’re not too tired to go for a walk with me, are you?” I asked, grabbing his hand to hold tightly.

He raised his brow at the tone I no doubt carried when I spoke. He was quite perceptive, that was for certain. All those years, and it seemed his best qualities only got stronger. “Sure. I am fine with that.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “I think they have a lot of the brighter lights on near the coast. We can head there just to avoid any daemons.”

That would be best. I didn't want to get interrupted and lose my nerve to tell another beyond Ignis. “Sounds wonderful. Let’s go.”

[gladio-to-meet-you]

Late Nights

I know I said I was gonna post something from the poly!au I have set up but I've run into a block trying for a part of the first piece. 😫😭

In the meantime, have this!

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Gladio paused as he stepped into his room, one foot across the threshold and his hand still holding the doorknob, when he caught sight of you curled up in his bed. He realized you were asleep and wondered how long you had been there, how you even got in in the first place. Not an overly loud person in the safety of his room, he put even more effort into making sure he didn't wake you as he shut the door and went about changing. His amber eyes softened when he stood at the side of his bed, just looking down at you as you slept on, unaware of your audience.

Gladio watched your brows furrow slightly, face scrunching, as he gently caressed your cheek before your expression was smoothing out. You nuzzled into his palm with a sleepy sound, brows furrowing once more as you squinted up at him while still mostly asleep. As you moved, the light coming in from the window hit your face just right for your confidant to finally see the barely there tear tracks going down your cheeks and he felt his heart clench.

"Mm?" You tried again, bringing your hand up to touch his wrist.

"Sorry," Gladio finally spoke up, climbing into bed with you when you scooted back to make room. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just didn't expect to see you this late."

This late?

That had your eyes opening fully and you were reaching out to him this time, cupping his face in between your palms and rubbing one of your thumbs lightly across his cheek. You watched as his eyes fell shut, the tension draining from his body as he lay there, letting you do what you wanted, trusting you. You could tell that, even without him saying anything else, it had been an exhausting day for him, just as it had been for you.

Gladio leaned towards you as you gently pulled his head closer and practically melted into the mattress when you placed a soft kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering. He cracked an eye open to look at you when you rolled onto your back, letting go of his face in the process. The warm smile you offered him was the only invitation he needed to move closer, curling into you, laying his head on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and one of his went across your waist.

For now, you'd push aside the argument that had sent you running, crying, to find the comfort you knew he'd be able to provide once he was back. Making sure Gladio knew you were there was far more important. You hoped you gave him even a fraction of the safety and comfort you experienced in his presence, pressing one final goodnight kiss to the top of his head.

Everything else? It could wait for morning to dawn and tomorrow to come.

"We can talk in the morning." you promised.

[rolerei]

Chapters: 13/14 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader Characters: Ravus Nox Fleuret, Reader, Original Characters, Aranea Highwind, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Libertus Ostium, Biggs Callux, Wedge Kincaid, Dino Ghiranze Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Post-Canon, Post-Episode Ignis Verse 2, Getting Together, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Size Difference, Mentioned Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, Slow Burn, Touch-Starved, Reader-Insert, Sharing a Bed, no y/n Summary:

You're an architect whose main job is to help rebuild Tenebrae. Ravus is your boss, whose legitimacy on the Tenebraen throne is being challenged.

He asks for your help.

[itsgeecheebitch]

Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 27

FANDON: Final Fantasy XV

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

RATING: Explicit

     A few days passed when Noctis received a phone call from Gladiolus’ sister, Iris. Your heart fluttered with joy after finding out that she was alive and well. She and a few other refugees migrated to Lestallum after the attack on the capital. Dread whipped your gut when the prince made up his mind to meet her in the city.

    You wanted to see Iris. She was the kid sister of your boyfriend and a constant in your life since you were ten years old. But the thought of revisiting that wretched place caused sweat to burst out of your pores like a leaking dam. You offered little conversation during the drive there, too busy trying to unwind the knots in your stomach. 

     Once you arrived, the first thing you noticed was the sweltering heat, how sticky and heavy the air was and the way the building swam in the humidity. The voices of the city rode on the wind as Ignis pulled the car into a parking lot, the chatter of the common folk, the thunk and grind of machinery, and the impatient honk of car horns resurrected memories you thought would remain dead.

     Your shoulders were hiked up to your ears and your arms rippled with tension as you climbed out of the car. In your worry, your bottom lip found its way between your teeth. Your steps were heavy as though they were weighed down by shackles. Fear lifted its head in your chest and you wondered if anyone would recognize you. 

      Would the sight of your face drive an excited crowd in your direction? Would the temple priestess of your youth choose this time to traverse the city and notice you? The questions stirred a sour storm in your belly. But as you walked by the Lestallum people, you noticed no lingering glances, no turning of heads, and no excited gasps. 

      Nobody noticed you, you were just another face in the crowd. Your shoulders lowered an inch. There was no reason to worry. Ten years had passed since anyone from this city had seen you. Your hair was longer, your cheeks more narrow, and your limbs longer. You didn’t look like the same girl who performed miracles on the city streets. You were safe.

      A sigh of relief fell from your lips and took your worry and stress with it. Meandering through the network of stairs and side streets, you and the boys stumbled upon the hotel that hosted Iris. Walking through the open doors, your face lit up the moment you saw Iris. You rushed towards her and pulled the girl into your arms. Jared, the Amicitia family’s butler, along with his grandson, Talcott, were also with her. You hugged both of them as well, happy to see they were all alive. 

     After catching up, Iris led you and the boys to her room. The atmosphere around the six of you became heavy, stripped of the jovial tone it previously had. She sat on her bed and told your group everything that happened that day in the capital. 

      Regret lunged through your body as your mind brought her words to life. You should’ve been there. Maybe the king would still be alive. Or maybe you would’ve died too. A cold shiver looped around your spine. You looked around the room and saw the same conflicted emotions on the boys’ faces. Survivor’s guilt was a gash that refused to heal. 

      You thought about Noctis’ childhood sweetheart, Lunafreya, the Oracle. The girl he was supposed to marry yesterday. She was said to be present at the treaty signing that day in the capital. She too was reported deceased. Your brows knitted together and your fingernails sunk deep into your biceps. You hoped the news was wrong. They also reported that prince Noctis was dead, but he was obviously alive and breathing right next to you. Perhaps the same could be said for the late princess.

        That night you laid awake in bed. Dry eyes stared up at the ceiling, counting specks of dust that hung from the smooth white surface. Gladiolus snored softly beside you, his arm draped across your waist like a vise keeping you in place. A blade of moonlight slashed through the window, beckoning your attention to the city lights. 

        Sighing, you sat up in bed and gently moved Gladiolus’ arm from your waist. With no hope for sleep, you got dressed and made your way to the door. The air was much cooler at night. The wind carried a crispness that reminded you of Tenebrae in the cusp of winter. You pulled your jacket tighter around you and walked with your gaze lowered. 

        Soon the pebble infested cement ground was replaced with the crunch of grass underfoot. You lifted your head to find a secluded park, the same one you visited many times before in the past. A gentle breeze combed through the abandoned place, causing a swing to creak as a sashayed back and forth in the wind. 

        Taking a seat on the bench, you studied the maze of grass beneath you, as though the curved tips of the narrow leaves would deliver hidden truths to you. Another breeze whipped through the park and made the trees rustle and sway to an inaudible song. 

        Shoulders slouched, you buried your hands in your pockets. You felt so lost. Everything that had happened recently had chipped away at whatever confidence you developed behind the citadel walls. Everything was so much easier, so much more clear, while you were in Insomnia. You trained hard during the day and went to sleep with aching muscles. You had a purpose, had meaning, now you were lost at sea with no land in sight. 

       You rubbed your hands together, your paralysis lifted, but your inadequacy soaked deep into your bones nonetheless. You worked so hard to get to where you were now, only to be crushed by an ineptitude you didn’t realize was still there. No matter how far you run from this city, you would always be that little girl only useful for cheap tricks. Your talents laid in draining grieving parents and sickly people of their wealth, not in aiding the courts. 

       These past eight days proved that. Your vision swam and you closed your eyes against the tears. The back of your neck suddenly heated up and your ears perked at the sound of approaching footsteps. Just another night traveler, you thought. It wasn’t until you heard a satiny chuckle that you turned around. 

       “All by your lonesome yet again.” The honeyed tone wrapped around you like a heated blanket. “I’m certain I’ve seen this before, perhaps this is what they call deja vu?” Amber light hit a crop of auburn hair as he stepped under the streetlamp, illuminating the slight grin on his face. 

       “Perhaps it is.” You said in reply. “What are you doing in Lestallum? If you aren’t careful a girl might think you’re following her.” As soon as the joke left your lips, an icy ripple raced down your legs. You swallowed a lump in your throat, your mouth gone dry. This was the second time you crossed paths within the past few days, you weren’t sure if you could chalk it up to coincidence anymore. 

       Anxiety stitched its way up your spine, pulling your muscles taut. What if Ardyn was following you? Suddenly all you could think about was the anger in his eyes, the fire in his grip, and the poison in his words. Could that easily become reality? You stared at Ardyn as he took a seat next to you. Your heart stuttered as though it too was lost for words. 

      Goosebumps scattered across your arms and you looked down at the ground. You’ve never seen Ardyn angry and possessive before, but what if he was possessive of you? Was that why you kept seeing him the past eight days? Was he really following you? 

       Your mind spiraled and that’s when he chuckled. “Quite the contrary, my dear. I am simply here on business, Lestallum has always been hospitable to magicians. And with my previous engagement now canceled I am free to return to my roots. I see you're of the same mind.”

        Your chest deflated with a breath, your anxiety reduced to a simmer. His explanation made sense. You don’t know why your mind resorted to nonsensical tales. The goosebumps licking your arms sunk underneath your skin and you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess you could say that.” You said. The air became still between you, as though the entire world stopped to watch your encounter. 

         Just like the last meeting, the space between you was heavy with an awkwardness that wasn’t there before. It robbed your mouth of moisture and made your nerves pop and scatter like fleeing insects. You gripped your covered arms, the dark leather creasing beneath your fingers. Wanting to offer more than just a few words, you turned slightly to face him. “So how have your travels been?”

        Ardyn gave you his usual smile, it was the equivalence of dumping water on a burning bush, enough to snuff out the flame, but not enough to repair the damage. “Oh simply wonderful. Care to hear?”

[angelalartt]

Chapters: 11/11

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Gladiolus Amicita/Reader, Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader, Nyx Ulric/Reader

Summary:

A respected doctor in Insomnia. You love your job, but it seems like it sabotages everything else. Gladio’s return to your life comes unexpectedly and helping Prince Ravus with his new prosthetic arm is quite a task, but finding balance seems the most difficult of your challenges. Especially with love in times of war

[florets-in-the-sky]

Nyx Ulric Romantic Headcanons:

* Oh this dude. He is highly flirtatious--to the point where it will bring out both an eye roll and a swoon. Be ready for that

* On the side though, he’s highly insecure. It’s a conflicting mix. He knows he’s attractive, but he’s also very aware of his status as an outsider, which often leaves room for second guessing. He will occasionally need reassurance. A few scattered kisses across his shoulders, and long hugs will set him right

* He’s playful and spontaneous, often indulging in spur of the moment dates. Think crappy restaurants at 2 a.m., still blinking away sleep but enjoying each other’s presence

* Loves hugs from behind, and will sneak up on you to surprise you. He will then proceed to lift you up and spin you around, all with the most pleasant giggles and shrieks of laughter playing in the background

* Fond of pet names: sweetheart, darlin’, babe/baby, princess, etc. Darlin’ is his favorite. And he would love it if you returned his pet names with equal fervor, and equal cringe

* Craves affection and will indulge in some amounts of PDA. Handholding, cheek kisses, and hugging mostly. If he’s jealous it gets amped up tenfold and he will not hesitate to grab your face and kiss you on the lips in the most passionate display he can manage

* He likes to trace your face and figure with his fingertips, so don’t be surprised to wake up with his hands over your cheekbones, nose, lips, or hips

* Late at night when both of you are snuggled up, he is chatty, and will spew whatever comes to mind until you fall asleep on him. He doesn’t mind, he just pulls you closer and decides that he should probably get some sleep

* Most likely has some form of PTSD, that much is true from the movie, and often times you are the one to comfort him after his episodes, especially nightmares. Afterward he will cling to you. Stroke his hair, offer gentle kisses and soft whispers to help him come back to himself. He just needs someone there to help ground him

* He’s fond of learning all he can about you--all the minuscule things like favorite food, color, animal, music, etc. In return he also shares what he can about himself. If you ask about Galahd he gets a dopey smile on his face and is 10x more affectionate for the rest of the day

* Loves your laugh and smile, and will say whatever he can to see both. It’s like a game, how many times can he get you to smile for him?

* Slap his bubble butt whenever you can. The first couple times he’s surprised. The next few times he just grins. Except when you do it in public. Then he’s embarrassed. Do it anyway 🙌🏼

* At the end of the day, Nyx just needs someone he can call home, and as long as you can be that for him, he’ll be a happy lil glaive boy who wears his heart on his sleeve for you