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{ dharma } - tasm!peter parker / reader

ao3 

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ii.  time-honored tradition , of timing and precision

     He got double the amount of pay he usually got from Jonah with the added photos of Spider-Man along with the photos he took of the music fest from Washington Height. While it was great that he would be able to treat Aunt May to dinner when she had time and had enough to cover the bills that month, Peter was still upset that he missed his chance to meet you. By the time he caught the robber and brought him in, the music fest was at a close and the vendors were already closing up shop. He wasn’t able to spot the band you helped out and he took it upon himself to swing around the area, making sure there were no other troublemakers around the corner. All while hoping to catch a glimpse of you but you were probably taking the train or were already home. 

     Some of the editors he made friends with in the office asked if he wanted to go out for drinks with them on his way out the door. He considered it for a moment, giving them a maybe and asked for the name of the place just in case he was able to go. A couple of them gave him a friendly pat on the back, telling him that they hoped to see him there. Peter couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, he pretty much finished all his assignments due that week and there was nothing else to do aside from pick up groceries. There hadn’t been any big super villains wreaking havoc as far as he knew and maybe after that whole multidimensional fiasco, they’d stay with younger Spidey. 

     A frown etched itself on his face, while it was great that the most he’d been dealing with lately was attempted murder on the homeless, he was worried that his little brother was shouldering more than he should be. Who was Peter Parker if he wasn’t trying to be Atlas in any world? Maybe he should look into multidimensional travel soon and see if Peter One was alright. 

     The buzz of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts as he headed into the deli to grab a sandwich. The owner lifted his head up as he heard the bell from the door, one look at Peter and he gave him a nod before he began putting together his usual order while the brunet answered his phone. 

     “Hello?” 

     “Hi Peter, it’s me. I’m going to be coming home late again. The hospital needs an extra hand.” 

     “Again? Aunt May, they’re starting to keep you there often… What time do I need to come get you?”

     “I’m getting a ride from a coworker who’s staying late with me, so you don’t have to worry about me. No need to change whatever plans you have.” 

     “But-!” 

     “No buts Peter Benjamin Parker. I’ll be safe. I’m glad you’ve been getting better, but it’s time you live your own life a little more too.” Peter furrows his brows and bites the edge of his thumb nail, worry seeping in his bones. “I can hear you pouting all the way here, Peter. I’ll be fine. The hospital isn’t far and I’ll be home faster with my coworker’s car.” He hears a far away voice from the other end of the line and a chuckle from Aunt May. “Tristan swears on his life that he’ll make sure I’ll make it home in one piece.”  

     A heavy sigh pushes past his lips, running his hand down his face anxiously. Peter sees the deli owner look at him in concern between his fingers, the sandwich wrapped up and done with a bag of his favorite chips. He smiles and shakes his head, quietly thanking him before handing the man a ten. Waving the owner goodbye, he tucks the bag of chips into the large pocket inside his jacket and unwraps the sandwich to take a bite. 

     “You sure you’re not trying to get rid of me and have a date night with him?” 

     “Pssh. You know Tristan, Pete. Date night means gossiping about the other staff over wine and him lamenting over unavailable doctors.” He couldn’t help but snicker over that, as May has told him a few stories. “I do know an available college boy if he’s interested…” The brunet wrinkles his nose, laughing loudly now while he tries to keep his sandwich bites in his mouth.

     “Cute, but no thanks. Bye, May. Stay safe.” He hears her say goodbye before she hangs up, slipping his phone into his pocket before he takes a second to sit down on a park bench and enjoy his lunch. This wasn’t the first time his aunt hinted at him going out with people. It was a little embarrassing the first time he brought a classmate in his home to work on a project and Aunt May was over the moon about it. As much as he loved her, he stuck to doing partnered or group projects in the library instead to avoid another misunderstanding. He looks at the time display on the building across the street, 4:48pm, and he thinks about the drink invite from the office. 

     If it stays quiet until six, I’ll head on over.

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     It doesn’t. Never a day without needing Spider-Man, but the crime doesn’t take long to handle and he finds himself swinging into The Heights again when he looked up the bar his co-workers decided to head to earlier. He wasn’t sure why they decided to make the trip up there, it would be about two hours on foot unless this was a pre-planned thing they had going on. Either way, the thought that the bar was where the music fest was put a little bounce to his swing. Maybe he’ll get to see you again on his way there if you live around the area. If not, he’ll still get to hear great music and there’s no harm in friendly socializing with the people he worked with every now and then. 

     Peter lands in an alleyway and quickly pulls on his clothes over his suit, making sure it stays well-hidden. There had been a few instances where a sliver of red peeked out of his shirt during class and he explained to a classmate that he was wearing a compression shirt that looked like Spider-Man’s suit. It was a close call as his classmate went on about how useful compressions were for sports athletes and daily life. Sports medicine and Kinesiology was the guy’s major after all, so it made sense 

     Backpack secured, he begins his walk to the bar with his hands tucked into his pockets. The brunet plans on being there for a few hours before swinging home, he’ll more than likely be there before Aunt May so maybe he’ll try his hand at cooking a meal for her if she’s up for it. She’s been insisting that he learns how to cook something decent before he decides to move out on his own. He rubs the side of his neck at the thought, the sounds of music from various sources filling the air as he steps onto the sidewalk. 

     It hasn’t occurred to him to move out and away from May, the last time he thought about it was when he and Gwen planned to move to England together when she had her Oxford scholarship those years ago. He takes a deep breath, a dull pain on his chest from memories past. While there was no immediate danger with him staying with May, he can understand why she’s been nudging him. Cheaper as it is to stay home, he was going to have to start living on his own at some point and for the time that he does have to leave because of Spider-Man stuff, he needs a place away from her. 

     The music that flowed in the neighborhood kept him surprisingly grounded, his thoughts typically running a hundred miles per hour but the various languages from the open windows and the beat of unfamiliar songs kept him focused in a sense. The sounds engulf his senses, bringing him to a calm that lets him appreciate it and close his eyes to lose himself in it.

     “Hey, you.” He spins at the call, eyes wide as if he wasn’t supposed to be there. 

     “H-huh? Me?” Pointing to himself in confusion, his expression morphs to one of recognition at the figure a few feet behind him.

     “Pft. Yeah, you. You lost, camera guy?” You laugh, tightening the strap of your guitar case over your shoulder and making your way towards Peter. “Heard you were looking for me during the music fest. Still need those pictures or…?” 

     He’s lost for words at the moment, unable to hide the joy on his face at the sight of you. You think it’s cute and you wonder if Daphne was just pulling your leg that Doe Eyes here just wanted your picture for the paper. Peter blinks and gapes his mouth a few times before he remembers that it isn’t polite to stare and he’s been quiet for longer than it’s been socially acceptable. 

     “Oh! Um- No, not lost and I already gave the Bugle the photos since they needed it by today.” He stumbles through his words but manages to get the idea across. “Maybe… Next time? I’ll try to get you featured, if you’d like.” 

     “Ooo, I must be the luckiest person in New York if I know someone that can get my face on the front page.” You tease with a grin, stunning Peter for a moment before he responds with his own. A boost of confidence from your teasing.

     “With a voice like that and such a cute face, I’m surprised you’re not being followed by the dozen.” The compliment catches you off guard and your eyes widen at the speed of his comeback. That brief change from awkward to smooth gave you whiplash, and your grin widened. He definitely piqued your interest now. “Also… ‘Camera guy’?” he asks, bashful once again. 

     “Well, I don’t know your name and that’s how I remember you.” You shrug, walking towards him now. You have a gig in half an hour and you like to be punctual. “Got time? I’m walking to a gig, if you wanna join?” You hope he does, he seemed like the type to listen to a certain genre but was interested in what you were playing last time. 

     Peter took a second to think about it, it wasn’t as if there was a specific time that he had to meet with his coworkers at the bar but if you had a gig he’d like to watch you perform again. “Yeah, I got loads of time.” Fingers crossed that crime decides to take a nap tonight. You smile and wait for him to fall into step with you. Quietly, Peter says your name and asks if he said it right. 

     “Yup. That’s me alright.” Nodding, emphasizing the ‘p’ with a pop of your lips. “And who might you be? Or should I just keep calling you camera guy?” 

     “You got other nicknames thought up or is that all you got?” Peter laughed, a sense of comfort washing over him as both of you walked down the street. “It’s Peter, by the way.” 

     “Well, Daphne called you pájaro. Said you were scared shitless when you were trying to look for me.” He groans, face in his hands to cover the embarrassment that painted his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “You went chirp, chirp, chirp! the whole time apparently.” 

     “Can you blame me? She had this look on her face that reminds me of my aunt when she thinks I’m up to no good!” The whine in his voice was adorable and you can’t help but keep that smile on your face. Although flustered, you can tell that he’s about to ham up his performance. “I thought I was facing down a big mama bear ready to beat me up for fucking with one of her kids. That’s how scared I was.” 

     “Uh huh, sure. She also called you flaco.” 

     “For sure I thought she- Wait, what?” You were about to explain to him what that meant, he continues on with a pout on his face. “I’m not skin and bones! I eat plenty!” 

     If anything, he thinks he doesn’t eat enough. Even right now, he’s pretty hungry after swinging about. 

     You worry that he takes offense, taking it the wrong way, and start to apologize. “Hey hey, Daphne doesn’t mean that you’re not eating enough. She always says that regardless of how anyone looks, she means that in a ‘I’m looking out for you’ type of way.” The brunet pauses a moment at your tone and looks at you confused. 

     “Wha… Whoa, hold on. I know she’s not being mean about it. If anything, she reminded me that night that I only ate breakfast and needed something.” He gives you a reassuring pat on the guitar case, unsure whether or not it was ok to touch you. You appreciate the gesture, not too touchy with people you just met no matter how attractive they looked. 

     “Sorry, it just sounded like you thought she meant you don’t eat enough at home…” Peter shakes his head, understanding and confirms that that’s not what he meant from his words. 

     “I’m just offended that she decided to make that a nickname for me. The first one is fine, I’ve been told I ramble, but I’m not a stick.” You give him a dubious look, unable to tell if he’s telling the truth as his clothes look baggy on him. Maybe finding clothes his actual size with the height he has was hard. He gives you a petulant look at your silent implication and rolls his eyes, the lopsided smile on his face showing that there were no hard feelings. “Anyways… You never told me what nicknames you made for me.” 

     He has you there with a technicality. With a laugh you made a show of thinking it over before spotting the bar you were going to be playing at. You hurry your steps and Peter calls out for you to wait on him. He sees the name of the bar you stand in front of and blinks. 

     Two birds in one stone. Looks like he gets to socialize with his coworkers and watch you perform at the same time.

     “Sorry, bub. Gotta go play now. See you after I’m done and I’ll tell you?” You miss the mischievous glint in his eyes as you make your way into the bar. The bar staff greets you as you were a regular performer and they more than appreciated the music you had to offer them. Looking over your shoulder to give Peter a cheeky wink goodbye before he left, he surprises you by following into the bar and a small cheer from a group of people erupt at his appearance. 

     “Oh my god! Parker actually made it!” 

     “There’s a first for everything. Now pay up! I’m using that 20 to buy Mirabel some new fabrics for her sewing project!” 

     “You guys bet on me coming here?!” 

     Funny as it was to see Doe Eyes look unamused the the group of well-dressed people that just got off work, you can’t believe your fucking luck that this guy was heading the same place as you. There was just no way.  He totally planned this from the start! 

     As you were setting up your things and his coworkers pulled him down to take a seat and slid a drink in front of him, Peter looks up at you with a cocky smirk that had you silently burning from the tips of your ears to your nose. He raises his drink with the rest of the group, but directs it to you as he takes a sip without breaking his gaze. 

     See you after you’re done.

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Hot damn, hello there lovelies. Been a while. 

Well, longer than a while. Anyways, most of the fics I’ll be writing will be on Ao3 as I would like that to be my main base. But because I miss the interactions I get from this godforsaken site, I’ve chosen to post them here as well. The only difference between the two is the author notes, but the Ao3 link will always be posted with the piece I post on here should y’all wanna read my extra thoughts.

Rn I’ve got Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man on the brain paired with Lin Manuel-Miranda’s music so that’s what y’all will be seeing for a while. Wish me luck on finishing the series I have in mind.

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{ dharma } - tasm!peter parker / reader

ao3 - full author notes on there

This will be a series so look out for that. Enjoy!

- / ii

i. i see you and i hear you

     Clicking through a few test shots, some he knew were going into his submission to The Daily Bugle without second thought, Peter took a moment to let his surroundings sink in. Bright colors streak across the crowds and the skies, the hollering of street foods for the passerby to buy, and the excited energy buzzing from person to person makes the walk closer to the stage memorable. On the stage were a group of musicians in the middle of setting up for their performance, he quickly lifts his camera to take a shot before he waits for the show to start.

     Rarely does he ever get assigned to these local events and he’s thankful for whoever decided that the designated Spider-Man photographer should take pictures of the music fest skirting outside Washington Heights. It’s been a little over a year since he returned to his dimension and while seeking therapy for that was, without a doubt, out of the question, Peter found a way to slowly heal the grief that weighed in his heart. He started on himself first by starting college, two years later than the rest of his classmates who went straight in after graduating. He had been hesitant at first, worried that he wouldn’t have been able to juggle the new responsibilities of a 22 year old college student while working for the Bugle on top of being Spider-Man. It took some time but he soon found a routine that worked out well and he also managed to make a couple of friends while he was at it. 

     It felt odd doing Peter Parker stuff, but it was a welcome change. 

    As Spider-Man, he took a page out of his younger counterpart’s book and attempted to lead the criminals and thugs he came across to rehabilitation. 

    It worked better for the smaller street crimes, of course. A man who stole a woman’s purse was kicked out of his home after being wrongfully accused by his partner, a thug collecting money from certain businesses was forced by a gang leader who threatened to harm his family, even the teen that stole from the hospital his Aunt May found work in was trying to get medicine for her younger siblings. The police had been wary when he started bringing the people he had caught directly to them, and were perplexed whenever he suggested that some of them have their case be looked into or when he requested for a trusted social worker. 

     No one was without their doubts, but New York began to slowly put their trust into their masked vigilante once again instead of holding their breath in apprehension of his next move. 

     It was slow-going. The atonement for hurting those that had nothing to do with the mistake he held onto for years. The shame still burned, but the forgiveness from the citizens was a comforting balm. 

     The shrill of a woman from the stage broke his musing, muscles tensed to spring into action, but when the cry turned into a high-pitched laugh he looked up. Center stage was a woman in a dress, the fabric light and airy, arms out as if to welcome the crowd with her call. Soon after, a symphony began and the people around him began to clap to the beat while others danced to the rhythm. Peter took this as his cue to start taking pictures, a lopsided smile on his face as the music carried throughout the early evening. It was one of those times where he gets to see everyone from different walks of life take a moment to appreciate one another.

     The musicians on stage danced along, smiles across their faces as the singer belted out their song. Peter watched as the woman who sang shuffled gracefully to the back of the stage and gently pulled one of the guitarists by the elbow to the front of the stage. There was a brief cheer to the appearance, a bashful expression on their face as they continued to strum and pluck at the guitar. The singer gestured at the mic stand, expression bright and a touch pleading. The guitarist rolled their eyes, albeit with a fond smile on their lips, and began to sing while the woman beside them danced. 

     Peter had watched everything through the lens on his camera up until the change of singers, lowering the device to take in the guitarist’s appearance with his own eyes. There was something about the way they sang that took hold of his heart and made him watch with undivided attention. The singer before them had surprised him at first, the music was vastly different from what he had saved from his phone, but he could still appreciate it nonetheless. The guitarist was on a whole other level entirely that quenched a thirst he never thought he had in the first place. 

     Brown, doe eyes never left them as soon as they finished their verses, the singer back with a mic in her hand whilst giving the guitarist kisses on the cheek reminiscent of a cheeky mother trying to get a rise out of her child. With a playful swat at the display, the guitarist returned to their spot in the back of the band set-up. It was sweet, reminding the brunet when he was a kid and Aunt May was trying to cheer him up after he was upset. He lifts his camera and takes a picture or two of the guitarist before remembering that there were other musicians and performers as well. 

     The song lasts longer than he expected; at least, that’s what he believes. The singer makes a show out of bowing to the audience, thanking them and then personally thanks the others on stage by name. She chooses to save the best for last, again going deep into the stage and twirling the guitarist back to the front. Their name was sung by her, another applause and a few cheers erupted from the crowd. 

     “A special thank you for filling in! We appreciate you so much, chiquite!” The singer smothers the guitarist with another barrage of kisses on their face, a comical squawk from them leaving Peter chuckling at the sight. It was clear that this particular musician was well-loved by the band. “As a gift, we as a band decided to let our beloved friend perform one of their songs for you all as well! We hope you enjoy it!” Pulling out the program one of the music fest volunteers shoved into his hands when he passed the welcome banner, he checked to see if it was a last minute decision or the guitarist simply filled in the set-up time for the next band. Sure enough their name was right below the band’s. 

     The band helped the guitarist with their set-up, the backstage crew pulling the curtain across to cover the stage as they didn’t have a lot of equipment in the first place. Right near the edge of the stage was their guitar stand, a small synth keyboard to their right, and a small square piece of equipment on the floor that Peter was able to spot before they cleared their throat. A water bottle was tossed their way and they barely caught it, slowly downing half of it down before wiping the sweat across their forehead with the back of their hand. They didn’t seem nervous, but they seemed a touch anxious. 

     Thoughts of who they were began to pile in Peter’s head. Perhaps they were a new musician around town, maybe they haven't played in ages, someone they’re hoping to make proud in the audience? He was lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet, a contrast to the people around him shifting from side to side in anticipation. He’s only ever heard of them since they were introduced but he finds himself excited to watch them, to hear more of their music.

     You catch his eyes, surprised and amused at the childlike wonder in his face. With renewed confidence, you begin your song.

     It’s late in the night when he finishes up his photos and makes time to enjoy the rest of the music fest before heading out. Peter was able to talk to a few familiar faces, classmates from years before and ones he’ll see the next day for class to the deli guy that made his sandwich since he was in elementary. His Spidey senses hadn’t alerted him of anything nor has he heard a whisper of trouble since he stepped foot into the fest. It was a rare night for him indeed and he hoped that it would stay that way until he was able to meet the musician that captivated him. 

     After your song, you were quick to wheel off your things off stage for the next performance. He tried to make his way towards you but by the time he made it right by the side of the stage, you were gone and so were your things. Peter awkwardly stood there for a moment before the singer from before tapped him on the shoulder and asked what he was doing there. When he explained that he worked for the Bugle and was taking pictures, the woman narrowed her eyes a bit with crossed arms and pointed out that he seemed to be looking for someone specifically. Flustered and figured that there was no point lying to the woman when she was giving him that look, his words fumbled out quickly that he wanted to take a picture of you close up, that he hoped he wasn’t being creepy it was really for his work and yes hedoesworkfortheBuglehehashisbadgean- 

     “Ay díos mio, I didn’t know you’d get this worked up!” Peter hadn’t realized until the sound of laughter cut through his rambling that the singer had put a reassuring hand on his shoulder to gently shake him out of it. “Tell you what, I don’t know where they went to be honest with you. But I can tell you for sure that they’re still here wandering about.” She straightened up the shoulders of his jacket, the fabric having bunched up throughout the day, and brushed off any dirt that may have made it there with a motherly smile. 

     “They wouldn’t want to miss out on all the free food, since they’re a favorite of the neighborhood. I suggest you get some food yourself, mister. You look rather thin.” 

     While slightly offended at that, he thought he had a decent build after being Spider-Man and whatnot, he still purchased an arepa and a pupusa to go at the lady’s behest. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning, so the insistence was appreciated after he took a couple bites. He continued to wander about, looking for you as he munched on his last meal for the night. What would he even say when runs into you? Now that he thought about it, aside from needing photos for the Bugle, what else was there to add to the conversation? He wasn’t exactly a journalist for the paper, and if you already ran into Daphne, the singer from earlier, she would’ve told you about him. 

     Brows furrowed in thought, he almost didn’t notice you pass him as you munched on various snacks and street foods. Peter was about to reach out to you, your name barely on the tip of his tongue, when he felt it. 

     You saw him turn to where the worried murmurs of people pointed towards and followed Doe Eyes’ gaze, the unmistakable red and blue lights flashing on the road pursuing a speeding car with bills flying out the window. 

     Immediately you snapped your attention back to the boy with the camera but found the spot empty, as if he blinked out of existence. You could hear Daphne call out for you, needing help calming the crowd down and you quickened your step towards her. You were hoping to run into the guy that seemed to really like your music and thank him for calming your nerves, but that would have to wait another day as you watched Spider-Man swing across the skyscrapers to catch up with the crime.

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Sooooo 

Sorry for the recent inactivity, folks! ;A; I swear I’m still alive it’s just that I’ve put more of my focus into classes and my rp blog. 

Just a heads up, the Noctis/White Mage!Reader fic - Happy ver. is still a work in progress so no worries there. I also have a couple of requests currently sitting in my drafts as well. 

Thank you all for you patience!

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Awesome blog! I love it!

Thank you! I’m glad you like it here! :D

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Here’s the meme if anyone else would like to do it! :D

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Reblog if you want a love letter from a final Fantasy xv character. (Put their name in the tags)

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The people have spoken... I will be working on the Happy ver. of the No.ctis/White Mage!Reader fic first for y’all! I included the Glaive and Crowns vote as well, so it did contribute to the results. 

I can’t wait to share it with all of you once I finish it! Be prepared for the other version right after though, I’ve got some angst material there that makes me hate myself some ;A; 

Thank you everyone for voting and have a fantastical day!

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FINAL FANTASY 15 ACCENT CHALLENGE

HI EVERYONE, WING-SPIKER HERE PRESENTING YOU, THE FINAL FANTASY 15 ACCENT CHALLENGE!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE: ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS MAKE AN AUDIO/VIDEO OF YOURSELF SPEAKING IN YOUR OWN ACCENT OR LANGUAGE THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS:

What is your (nick)name and your URL

Where are you from?

What Nationality are you?

PRONOUNCE THE FOLLOWING WORDS: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Stupeo Scientia, Prompto Argentum, The Regalia Eos, Chocobos, Daemons, and Ardyn Izunia

Who are your favorite characters:

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Last day to vote for which drabble/fic version of the Noctis/White Mage!Reader you'd like to read first!

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Tu me manques - Ignis/Retainer!Reader 

I thought I forgot our lovable strategist’s birthday, but it turns out that what I actually forgot was the timezone between Japan and the States ahaaaaaa

Anyways, here’s a new fic just for him as well as giving y’all a bit of a sneak peek of what’s to come in later chapters (some spoiler bits, so it’ll be tagged) of this scenario series! <3 

For those who haven’t read this scenario series, here’s my masterlist. 

To say 'I miss you' is not enough 'I wish you were here' cannot express Your meaning to me

So I say Tu me manques

And pray you understand

“Here you go, Mr. Scientia.” Talcott handed Ignis a cup of Ebony, careful with how he handed it despite the man being able to sense where it was. The first year after Noctis’ disappearance took some time to adjust, but it was more manageable with you by his side. 

“Thank you, Talcott. For the drink and for accompanying me.”

Unfortunately, you weren’t there with him as you were out on a hunt with Iris and Cor. The two of you usually went as a pair, but you insisted that Ignis rest for a while. There was big hunt coming up in a week that needed both of you, as well as Prompto and Gladio, in top shape. Getting into a bit of an argument over it, it ended with a promise that you wouldn’t do anything unnecessary.

There were days where he forgot just how much you’ve grown from the clumsy royal retainer to one of the most highly regarded sharpshooters there was in Eos.

“Of course, sir. Nothing like visiting old royal tombs and salvaging what history’s left in them.” The young man smiled with a nod as he took a sip of his own drink, cringing some at its bitterness but finished it regardless. “I don’t know how you’re able to keep drinking this... Is Ebony really supposed to taste like this?” Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle, taking his time to let the flavor settle on his tongue. 

“Depends on what it tastes like to you. I remember when Noctis tried his first cup, he said those exact words.” 

“Oh! I remember (Y/N) telling me that story!” He could hear the smile in Talcott’s voice, knowing how much he looked up to you after all these years. “Prompto stopped by his Majesty’s apartment to pick up his homework when that happened and even took a picture of it. (Y/N) said that it was hilarious.” 

The strategist’s lips curled up to a faint smile, the memories of days before the darkness felt so far away, as though they were simply dreams of a brighter future. “Hilarious doesn’t even begin to describe Noct’s expression.” Another laugh came from the younger man as he stood up to brush the dirt off his jeans.

“Yeah, (Y/N) figured you’d say that too.” Oh, you knew him so well. “Is there anywhere else you’d like to stop by before we head back to Lestallum, Scientia, sir?” Ignis could hear Talcott ready the truck’s keys and finished the rest of his Ebony. Though there wasn’t much danger when in a vehicle, one could never be too careful. 

“I’ve all the supplies I require. Has... Iris called you recently about her hunt?” Although you told him that you understood his worry before you left, Ignis was unsure whether you wanted to talk to him or not after that small fight. It was somewhat ridiculous on his part, as you had grown into a capable fighter, but the concern he had ever since the two of you first met was still present. 

When the answer to his question was a ‘No’ he sighed and gave a nod before getting into the truck, hoping that you were all right wherever you were. 

To say that he missed you was an understatement. 

The both of you didn’t put a clear definition of what your relationship was, having only established that you had feelings that went beyond friendship and camaraderie. There was the added uncertainty of the days ahead while waiting for Noctis to return; duty and possible death seemed to scare the two of you from taking it step further.

You were content with this, happy that at least Ignis knew how you felt about him and what he felt for you. He shared the same sentiments, but his need for everything being crystal clear made him wonder about the future. There was no immediate need to worry about Noctis, which often left him to his own thoughts. He still kept an eye out for you and the others, but he’s become more aware of his own needs and desires. The latter was one of the few things he’s set aside in the past in preparation for his role as the king’s advisor.

Would it be too much to ask you if you wanted more from this as well? Were the both of you even ready for this? The two of you may have experience in dedicating your lives to one person alone, but that was out of duty for him and a debt you wished to repay. Gladio repeatedly told him in private to ‘man up’ and quit denying himself of what he has while Prompto, thank the Six for him, said that he’ll support whatever he decided to make of your relationship. 

“Just.. make sure you don’t take too long with it. You can’t drag (Y/N) or yourself forever, y’know?”

Ignis felt a gentle shake to his shoulder which pulled him from slumber. “Mr. Scientia? We’re here already.” He gave a yawn and stretched his arms before hopping off the truck. Rolling some feeling back to stiffened shoulders, Ignis took a deep and turned his gaze to Talcott.

“How long was I asleep?” 

“Just a couple of hours. We were talking about some of the texts about Ardyn when you dozed off.” 

“I see... My apologies.” He felt a hand pat him on the shoulder in reassurance. It was hard to believe that Talcott had been so small when they first met. Then again, that was one of the unfortunate things about losing his sight. He could hear and feel the changes around him, but he does so in the dark. 

“It’s no problem. (Y/N) would probably thank me for not waking you up. Said you really needed it.” 

“So they say while they’re out hunting.” As if he wouldn’t do the same thing, but that wasn’t the important part. The younger of the two heard the small bite in his words and awkwardly coughed into his fist.

“Um... Iris called earlier by the way. She said that she, the Marshal, and (Y/N) are back in Lestallum.” That immediately changed Ignis’ demeanor and, though it didn’t show, there was no hiding how excited and nervous he was to see you again. “Do you want me to drive you at your place?” 

“Please.” 

Once they reached the door of your shared apartment, Ignis tilted his head for a moment and frowned. Talcott noticed this and asked if something was wrong with a nudge of his arm. “... I don’t think (Y/N)’s in there. Are you sure that Miss Amicitia didn’t mean that they were on their way here?” The shifted sound of the younger one’s bandanna let him know that he nodded.

“Positive.” 

Perhaps you didn’t want to come back home for a while. With a sigh, he unlocked the door and prepared to enter complete silence.

“Happy Birthday!”

He met the greeting with a wince, his hearing having gotten better in the years, and laughed as apologies from everyone there rolled like waves. The strategist froze when he heard you trying to stifle your own laugh, your arm wrapped around his waist to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"Happy Birthday, Ignis." He appreciated the softness of your voice and turned to give you a tight hug, the whistles Prompto and Gladio gave were ignored. Iris would set them straight anyways and, by the sound of it, Cindy and Aranea had the same idea. "Missed me that much, huh?" 

“Missing you doesn’t even begin to describe it.” It felt so good to finally feel you in his arms and to drown himself in your scent. “... I thought you weren’t going to come back.” The words were quiet, only for your ears, and you shook your head with an amused chuckle. 

“You’re mad, Igs. I’ll never leave your side because    ” He felt how you paused and swallowed down what you were about to say. You pulled back from his hug and your hands gave his arms a slight squeeze, a habit he noticed that you tended to do with him when you wanted to get your point across. “Because you put your trust in me to take care of you. I’m not about to throw that away because of a silly disagreement.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” 

“And I   H-huh?” He gave you a kiss as well, his lips just at the corner of yours, and smiled as he cupped your cheek. The gesture just utterly tender and loving that couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. Neither of you had said those words in the few years you’ve been together, much less out loud. 

“About damn time! We can officially poke fun at the two of you for being an old married couple!” Gladio laughed as he gave you both a hug, lifting you and Ignis off the floor. Iris, Cindy, and Talcott laughed at the scene while Prompto tried to get in on the hug and failed. Cid, Cor, and Aranea sat back and looked at the group with smiles on their faces, thankful to witness such happiness and joy despite the never-ending night that surrounded them. 

“I love you,” you whispered softly to Ignis as you all gathered around the table for dinner. Despite the lack of space an empty seat was present, a plate filled with sweets and a lit candle beside it. Neither wanted one of your best friends to miss out, especially when his favorite dessert was served.

Your hands linked with each other, he lifted the back of yours to his lips and smiled. 

For once in his life, he truly felt whole. 

Happy Birthday, Ignis! I wish you new recipes to come in and endless happiness in the future!

[cielowrites]

One more day! Remember that you’re voting on what you want to read first! :D

I just realized that I didn’t put a time limit on that WM!Reader drabble vote owo 

Okie doke, voting for that will end in Feb 8 to give you all time. 

To those who are wondering about what this is all about, someone requested Noc.tis/Reader headcanons that gave me a great idea for a drabble which I’m going to write two versions of. 

Basically, I want to know which version you’d like to read first: the Kings.glaive ver or the Crow.nsguard ver. I’m not going to say which one has the sadder ending of the two because anything goes, but just mention any of these four (Glaive, Guard, Sad, Happy) to me and I’ll count it as a vote.

[cielowrites]

A happy drabble for WM! Reader and Noctis, please!

Thank you for your vote! It’s appreciated! <3

[cielowrites]

I AM DYING BC I'VE PLAYED MM SO OFC I GET THE REFERENCE. And for Twitter that's pretty much it. People have their own kind of formats to use for RP. It isn't always just script and asterisks used. Sometimes it's just like reading a book or something! I like it because for me the people are nicer there, it's much easier to RP on mobile, and it's just a lot simpler. I've done Twitter RP for over a year now and don't plan to quit anytime soon.

My phone’s not the greatest with apps so I haven’t gotten the chance to play it unfortunately (Windows phone, but I’ll be getting a Samsung sometime this month) but know that I totally intended to slip in that reference 

i really didn’t i swear, i’m not always this smooth

Despite some of the problematic things that come up here in this site, I’ve gotten used to just doing my rping on Tumblr since I tend to basically write novellas and such. I did like the script style, but not many rpers that have been here as long as me (6+ yrs)do it much anymore. It’s good to hear that you’re having a wonderful time there! I hope it continues to be a fantastic place for you! 

[cielowrites]

*chants* "Happy, Happy, Happy" BTW love your retainer/Ignis stuff. Part 3 was good for my soul. ❤

Thanks for the vote, lovely! 

Glad to hear you liked Part 3 of that! I was a little nervous about it since it only covered a chapter and a half, but it’s great to know that that you and others love it!

[cielowrites]

Oh, thank you so much for the offer. That's really sweet, but I don't RP on Tumblr anymore! I do it on Twitter instead. It's much easier for me. And I totally get it, but there's no need to worry. You really write Nyx pretty much how I think he acts. You capture his voice well too! Anyway, you're truly very sweet & I just wanted to say that! (Will definitely keep an eye out for that follow-up fic also ;o )

Tumblr, the older forums, and through texts are what I’m used to for rping. How do you do it on Twitter? Is it just like script style and the ** for actions and such?

Aaaw shucks, thanks so much!! ^^ Seriously though, thank you for the feedback! 

Bruv, you’re just the sweetest as well, you know? We should open up a bakery, just you and I. Whaddya say? ;)

[cielowrites]

I vote for a happy Noctis x WM!Reader drabble part 2. Please.

Thank you for your vote, deary!