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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 6 days

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A Lesson To Be Careful: Chocobros x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Poly sex, anal sex, oral sex, spanking, biting, power play, BDSM

Your back pressed against the marble flooring, head pound, eyes burning with tears and teeth grit while you writhed beneath the heavy foot pressing against your chest. You looked up at the MT, a hiss escaping from the back of your throat as you looked up into its hollow red eyes. The MT only pressed the tip of the blade harder into the skin of your chin. You winced when a small shot of pain cut through you, you soon felt something warm starting to slowly drip down your throat. Blood roared in your ears, your pounding temples made it hard for you to pay attention to the chaos springing around you.

The pressure on your chest tightened, a soft cry escaping your lips and your head tilting back in pain.

“(Y/n)!” you heard someone calling you.

Your sagging eyelids pulled up just a bit, your eyes scanning the horizon only to have the pressure on your chest suddenly stop just as your body gave way.

“It is truly is a good thing you only came out of that with just some scrapes and bruises, love,” Ignis tutted as he closed the door behind you.

“Gladio, I have legs,” you sighed, glaring at the man that held you tightly in his arms, acting oblivious to the fact that he was actually doing it, “I can walk on my own.”

“Mmm,” Gladio hummed, thinking, “no.”

“Gladio!” you huffed, pinching the top of his ear. He flinched and huffed himself. “Put me down, it’s just a few bruises.”

Gladio sighed, taking a few more long strides until you were both inside of the massive bedroom with the three right behind you. Gladio slowly placed you on your feet on the ground, only to be brought back to his rock hard chest, his hands kneading at your waist and hips, leaning over to nip at your earlobe.

“Maybe we should teach you a lesson on how to be careful,” he growled in your ear.

“Perhaps we should,” Ignis tutted, eyeing you as he slipped his jacket off of his lean shoulders.

Gladio moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against your soft flesh as his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants. Ignis circled around in front of you and cupped your chin, tilting your head up as to capture your lips in his. You felt Noctis lace his fingers in your right hand, pressing kisses to the side of your head and down the length of your jaw. You felt Prompto take your left hand, lace his fingers with yours and press kisses to your knuckles, kissing up and down the expanse of your arm, taking extra time on the small bruises that stained your skin.

Gladio spun you around, but your lips still clung to Ignis’, his cold hands brushing against your cheekbones. Noctis and Prompto let go of your hands, your chest ached as you wanted them, fingers flexing as a soft whine left your lips.

Gladio’s hands flew to your button up shirt, yanking at the seams and popping off the buttons in one hard tug and flying off in different directions, his large calloused hands going to your bra to pluck at the strands, snapping them against your skin. Noctis, now behind you, tailed his nimble fingertips over the waistband of your pants, nails digging into the band and running along the rim until his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper, quickly revealing your panties. Prompto nuzzled into your neck, licking and kissing and mouthing soft promises along your bare throat, his soft and warm hands trailing along the under curves of your breasts and trailing down your stomach, nails tracing invisible patterns into your heated flesh.

You felt Noctis struggle with the clasp of your bra behind you, his finger frantic as you could feel him start to heat up. He cursed softly, pressed hard kisses into the back of your shoulder until your breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison. Gladio ripped the loosened bra off of your figure with your ruined shirt in tow before he attacked your throat and jaw, placing hungry kisses on your skin.

Your hands fumbled, one hand quickly threading into Noctis’ locks, scratching his scalp as your other hand was cupped by Ignis’, his lengthy fingers tangling with yours. Gladio’s roughened hands stroked at your breasts, thumbs and index fingers pinching and scratching at your nipples. Noctis’ hands running along your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and plucking at your panties. Prompto’s hand danced down your stomach, finally settling on your panties, hitching a notch into the soft fabric and tugging gently. The friction of the fabric pulling on your dripping clit made you moan, tilting your head back.

Gladio’s hands left your breasts, nipples now aching from the torment, his lips leaving the underside of your jaw. The telltale sound of jingling and a crack of leather had the other three quickly release you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Gladio with his leather belt in his hands, his leather pants sagging slightly on his waist, his clothed erection obvious as ever. You heard the others shuffling, belts jingling and hitting the floor behind you.

Gladio advanced towards you, one hand leaving the belt and grabbing a hold of your shoulder and forcefully turning you around. He grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, looping the leather belt around your soft skin and yanking on it tightly, pressure enclosing and binding your wrists until Gladio’s hold lets up.

You now saw the other three mostly naked, kicking their clothes out of the way while pulling their underwear off, revealing their penises to you. Their faces were flushed, hair a complete mess, Ignis’ glasses now missing from his structured face. They each eyed each other, then to you, then the bed before quickly moving.

Noctis laid down along the foot of the bed, Ignis advanced towards you, relieving you from Gladio’s strong grip only to be snared in his firm and unforgiving grip. You could hear Gladio quickly yanking off his clothes, tossing his jacket and tank top and loose pants and hiking boots somewhere behind him carelessly. Ignis had one hand wrapped around the leather belt, his other hand fisting your hair and firmly tugging your head back just a bit. Prompto simply stood there, you could see the debate in his eyes whether he should do something or touch his erect cock.

Ignis nosed your throat, the bulb of his nose rolling over the splotches kissing your skin, they were still raw and tender, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

You could feel your panties were soaked, your knees wobbling as a coil tightened in your belly. You whimpered once more, when Prompto finally moved forward, his fingers knotting into your panties and yanking them down, making a soft wet splat when they hit the floor.

Suddenly, your head was jerked back roughly by another hand, a moan snapping out of you as tears were brought to your eyes. Ignis moved aside when the leather belt was snatched up from his grip, Gladio’s body heat pressing firmly behind you as you felt his erect cock press against your asscheeks. He drew your head back until your crown was pressed into his collarbones, he lowered his head to your ear and nosed around its shell, nipping at your earlobe.

“You know the safe word, right?” he growled into your ear.

You nodded, whimpering when you felt your hair pull against your scalp before Gladio pushed you forward towards the bed.

Noctis lowered himself from his elbows when your knees hit the edge of the bed, your body buckling when Gladio hoisted you up. Noctis’ clammy hands felt amazing on your heated skin, his cold nails digging into the meat of your shoulders and angling your body until you were hovering just above him, the perfect height for Gladio behind you.

Ignis slowly came around to the other side of the bed, his knees on either side of Noctis’ head, Prompto next to you his fingers dancing alon the curve of your back.

You felt Noctis first, the head of his cock tapping at your passageway, pushing past your soaked nether lips and quickly pushing up. You winced at the pressure, crying out softly when his cock finally entered you. Slowly, Noctis started to pump his hips, being careful with you above him.

But it was agonizing, he was moving so slow inside of you, it made you whine. You wished your hands were bound behind your back, your fingers flexed and ached, wanting to clawing at the sheets on the bed and scratch at Noctis’ shoulders.

But Noctis kept you still, slowly guiding you along his shaft slowly and carefully.

Gladio was next. He let go of your hair but kept a tight grip on the leather belt wrapped around your wrists. You felt his erection glide along your asscheeks, his head slowly pushing past your ass to stop at the pucker of your hole. His free hand came down to your ass, pulling at one of the cheeks far enough to help him slide into you as easily as he could.

You cried out, throwing your head back and sobbing softly at the stretch in your ass. Sweat shined, blanketing you in a moist layer.

You felt so full with the two of them inside of you, their cocks slowly starting to move up a pace, their hands guiding you along the lengths of their cocks, whimpers leaving you and you looked up from Noctis to see Ignis waiting patiently for you to open your mouth, his nimble fingers dancing up and down his cock. You jaw slowly unhinged, Ignis moving forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, pushed past your teeth and now housed itself in the warm, moist confines of your mouth and throat. He too started out slow, a steady pace as he rocked his hips back and forth, both hands coming up to your scalp and gently massaging the raw skin and combing through your beautiful locks.

Tears filled your eyes as a guttural moan failed to slip past the penis caged in your mouth. Your scalp burned in a good way, your body was starting to shiver, a tightness coiled up in your belly the more the three cocks pumped into you. Your shoulders rolled backwards, the sweat making your wrists slip and roll around in their leather bindings until one wrist managed to slip free, only to land on Prompto’s flat stomach and work its way down to his erect cock where your fingers pumped quickly, not even starting out slow.

The four men were a flurry of moans, heads thrown back as their nails clawed at you, making crescent moons in your skin and scratching down your soft, hot flesh.

Your head rolled back, a whine bubbling from your lips before the tightness coiling up in your belly became too much and you cried out loudly, your orgasm rocking your body and making you see stars. And yet, they still ravaged you and your grip on Prompto only tightened, the blond whining at the added pressure, his nails biting your skin harder.

Time seemed to have escaped you all, your mind now numb as they worked you out, wringing and milking as much as they could, working out orgasm after orgasm until one by one they finally came. First Prompto, his hot seed splatting you in the face and dripping down onto Noctis who only groaned, his cock shuddering inside of you before you soon found yourself having your insides coated in his cum. Ignis moaned softly, his fingers knotting tightly in your hair, gently and firmly pulling at the strands until your mouth was finally filled with his own seed, you couldn’t help but gag as you swallowed most of it, some of it dribbling out over your swollen lips and down your chin. Gladio was the last as usual when it came these sessions, but when his grip tightened on the belt still cuffing your one wrist, you cried out when he roared, fingers grabbing harshly at your abused asscheek as you felt his hot seed fill you.

The belt loosened around your wrist, slipping off and falling onto the floor with a loud clunk. Your body fell over, curling up next to Noctis as Gladio stumbled away from you just a bit. Ignis had let go of your hair and Prompto had quickly disappeared only to return with a soft towel for you.

Noctis rubbed his fingers over the red marks on your wrists, fingers running along the sharp cuts in your skin as your eyelids felt like iron bricks.

But before you could finally lull off to sleep, you could hear Ignis’ stern voice cut through the silence.

“Do you need us to repeat that lesson, kitten? Or will you be more careful next time?” he purred.

You thought for a minute, only to smirk as you nuzzled into the sheets.

“I may need another lesson later,” you murmured.

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savage-rhi · 9 months

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A chocobro/chocobro (which ever two you want) love confessions how ever you want to write it

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Noctis couldn't wait to tear off his boots at the end of the day. Once the boys had set up camp, and the fire had roared to life, he did just that.

Words couldn't express the relief his feet felt not being confined to damp socks anymore. He sighed contently, closing his eyes while the cool crisp air in Duscae contrasted with the smoky aroma that was whiffing away in the distance. That's when Noctis opened his eyes and his gaze traveled to the source.

A thoughtful look crossed Noctis's features while he observed Ignis cooking. Noctis always thought Ignis to be rather meticulous. A little too organized for his liking. Spontaneity was the furthest word Noctis would assign to his longtime friend. Nonetheless, there was a spirit within Ignis that came out when he prepared a warm meal. Noctis could see it. That glimmer of light in Ignis's eyes that dare say rivaled that of the campfire not more than a few feet from him.

Noctis felt a twinge of envy and adoration. He loved fishing, and considered it the best hobby anyone could get into, but to have the passion Ignis had for cooking, was something Noctis doubted he'd ever find. Not even in the sport he had loved since youth. There was also another emotion Noctis felt. The power of it was so strong, that it scared him. The last time he had felt anything like this, was before the tragic accident. Before she died, protecting him.

There was a solid peace that radiated off of Ignis as he smiled. Occasionally he'd look up to see what sort of mischief Gladio and Prompto were up to at the campsite, and like clockwork, he'd roll his eyes and stifle a laugh before continuing with his craft. Noctis's bottom lip trembled as his last memories of her played out.

Ignis was the closest person Noctis had to having a mother again. Someone who was nurturing and always there. Even when his father had to deal with the world and its woes, there was always someone waiting for him at home. It was always Iggy, through the good times and bad. It dawned on Noctis just how much of Ignis's presence he had taken for granted.

Noctis made a fist, and then got up. He didn't mind how his feet were bitten by the small rocks against his soles, nor did he pay any heed to the commotion Prompto stirred up with Gladio. His arms extended outward the closer he got to Ignis, until he had wrapped both his arms around him from behind.

Ignis let out a startled gasp. His eyes widening before he registered the familiar touch.

"Um, Noct?"

The embrace tightened, and Noctis pressed his head to Ignis's back. He was afraid to let go. He was afraid he'd see her bloody face near the car wreck.

"Are you alright?" Ignis murmured, trying to keep his voice low so that he didn't draw too much attention to the situation.

"You don't understand how much I--"

"It's okay," Ignis remained calm and still. "What's going through your head?"

"I miss her, Iggy," Noctis swallowed back a sob, then unleashed the words he had trouble conveying. "I wish she was here, but you have no idea how much I---I love you for staying. For not dying and leaving me behind."

Ignis's face grew warm. His body tensed under Noctis's touch while he pondered on the words that had been gifted to him.

Despite being friends for years, and the future adviser to the king, Ignis never truly knew where he stood with Noctis. Their friendship wasn't made over normal bonds, but out of duty and sacrifice. To hear that he, Ignis himself had been placed on a mantle that was on par with the kings love and Noctis's love for his late mother, had Ignis bite down on his bottom lip. He could feel himself getting emotional, just knowing how much he meant to Noctis.

"Thank you, Noct." Ignis softly said. A small tear trickled down his face before he wiped it away, turned around and embraced his friend with an even tighter hug.

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despair-ninja-everything-agency · 7 months

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A quickie FFXIV fanfic very loosely inspired by FFXIVWrite2023's 21st prompt Grave as well as based on Iron Lung's The Quiet Rupture event.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Word count: 1126

It’s been 375 days since the Quiet Rapture.

175 days since I found out it took Eitherys with it, along with her Moon and Shards.

Water was on perpetual availability thanks to Black Magic, yet foods are getting scarce. Ultima Thule could only provide so much in its current state before it too would run out of resources.

There’s still some fuel left in the RN-05, thankfully. There should be spare fuels in Ostrakon Deka-hexi as well. Though I’m not holding on much hope it’d last long enough until I could find the next resourceful Star. Or any celestial bodies, really.

The damn crystal still wouldn’t work. No matter how hard I tried to think of my friends, my allies, my loved ones, my enemies, those who were long deceased, those who came from different Shards, different Stars. Anyone I could think of. Yet it doesn’t react at all. Not anymore.

I wonder if it sensed the Quiet Rapture. The end of a time. The futility of finding companions in the vast unknown while the strange phenomenon took any habitable Stars and celestial bodies away, along with their living creatures. Along with whatever their metaphysical forces that kept themselves existing.

It's a miracle Ultima Thule persists. I wouldn’t call it ‘habitable’ anymore, but I can still breathe and gather something edible around here. At least, as long as it is able to. The simulacrum of previous civilizations had long since vanished. The Dragons, The Eas, The Omicrons. They’re all gone, leaving only their near lifeless floating environments for me to explore. Alone. Gravity had become a mere concept at this point. The only time I could safely plant my feet on a solid surface is when I’m inside RN-05. On the bright side, it makes navigating around Thule much easier.

Thinking about Ultima Thule, my mind frequently wandered to Meteion. What is she doing right now? Did she survive the Quiet Rapture, still singing her song of hope out there? Was she unfortunate enough to land in a habitable place, taken from the mortal world by that infernal event?

If she did survive, I certainly couldn’t hear her song of hope. Or her cries of despair.

Just the deafening silence of the universe and beyond.

I miss my friends. I miss Thancred and his shitty flirty attitude. I miss G’raha and his pluckiness, always eager to be by my side. I miss the Twins, always bickering over minor disagreements. I miss Urianger and his stupid Shakespearean way of talking (bless Jacques for introducing me to that term). I miss Y’shtola and her sass. I miss Tataru and her cunningness in business endeavors, the way her eyes lit up when she found any opportunities to strike. I miss Ange, probably writing her latest children's book to cheer up every child in the World. I miss the Chocobros, going around the streets of Eos and her lands while camping around, feasting on Ignis’ homemade cooking. I miss the New Mexico Mercenaries, their zaniness, and their refusal to die even after their bodies blown up to smithereens.

I miss everyone.

I'm not exactly a religious person but if there’s a God out there - a Higher Entity and actual Creator of this universe, unlike the ones I know and personally took care of - then I pray and hope He/She/They/Whatever’ll listen to my prayer. I pray that I could see them once more, hale and whole, wherever they are now. Smiling as they welcome me into their open arms.

Day 615 after the Quiet Rapture.

Ultima Thule has been depleted of its remaining resources.

820 canisters of unidentified substance obtained from Ostrakon Deka-hexi. Experience tells me these were used to 'feed' the simulacrum of the Omicrons when they were still roaming around. Chemical scan revealed it to be compatible with RN-05's ceruleum-based engine.

Should be good for a few years or so. I'm grateful they let the refill to be done from within the ship. I'm starting to get sick of floating in nothingness.

Edible alien lifeforms are stored in the ship's cramped storeroom. If nothing's busted, I should be able to manipulate the storage's temperature. Thank God there's automatic kitchen utilities or else I'll die from food poisoning before anything else gets me first.

All parts and engines are in order. Internal systems are up to date. Automatic 'household' contraptions are running smoothly, keeping the interior tidy and ready for whatever I need. Navigation screens show the ship's current position, in the middle of nowhere facing unknown direction. Air filter still converting the vacuum cosmos into breathable oxygen. Gravity machine keeps me grounded on the ship's gridded floor.

It's time for me to leave this Godforsaken land. I don't know how long am I able to move forward or if I'll find another living being. But I'm willing to hope that I'll find someone to talk to, someday. Maybe there are other creatures roaming around the vacant space. Maybe I'll come across Meteion, chatting with each other for old times sake and comforting our loneliness.

Staring outside the cockpit's window, my eyes are lost to the inky blackness. Twinkling of ghostlights teases their existence, taunting me to guess if the Star it corresponds to is still there or has long since vanished. Being out here was once my dream. Now it's just a bitter reminder of my desolate existence. Soft lights of the cockpit's screens and many buttons illuminated my face, its reflection on the window's surface gazing back amongst the ghostlights. I guess I'm not entirely alone. Quite literally, I still have myself to keep company.

I don't know where to go from here. Following the faint twinkling lights is my only option, even if it would be met with disappointment. Amongst the barely visible Stars, one shines the brightest. A promise for a brighter future or a malevolent trick to crush one's hope eventually.

Operating the cockpit has become a second nature to me since acquiring the RN-05. Press this button, touch this part of the screen, pull this lever to bring out the thrusters, spin this rod to rotate the x coordinate, lock on the next target, confirm target destination's position.

Estimated distance: 21.5 billion light years

My heart sinks as I see the numbers plastered on the screen. 'Twould be an eternity before I'm able to reach that, even with RN-05's top speed and hyper thrust. Yet it's the only thing that keeps me going. Determined, I brace for my longest journey yet as I seal my fate with a push of a button. Thrusters blare to life, ready to take me through the vast unknown. Towards the brightest non-existent Star in the universe.

Tonight’s dinner will be fried dragon egg.

#DN does fanfic #Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #Iron Lung #currently having Iron Lung brainrot uwu #not tagging FFXIVWrite cuz this is technically not part of it #just a fun quick fanfic I thought of after rewatching some OceanGate scandal analysis videos #which just sidetracked to Iron Lung #MC was intended to be WoL!Cole but it works with anyone's WoL tbh or the default Derplander as well given the POV

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lune-hime · 3 years

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We All Fall Down (Chocobros x f!Reader)

For those times when clumsiness gets the best of us.

↞Noctis↠

“Noctis, how did the two of you get up there?” Regis inquired, already mentally preparing himself for the absurd situation the prince was about to relay. Seeing his son and his fiancee dangling from one of the Citadel’s many spires was not what the King had pictured his Tuesday afternoon would look like.

“Y/N and I bet each other that the other wouldn’t be able to get from the throne room to the training room blindfolded.” Noctis stated as if it was a normal activity that young people did in their free time. The disappointed, but not surprised, look on Regis’ face made Noctis hesitant to continue.

“Y/N might have fallen a couple stories off a balcony before I warped to catch her.” Noctis grimaced and gave a cautionary look down to his father.

“But I’m okay!” You chimed in as cheerful as ever. Throwing the King an enthusiastic wave caused Noctis’ grip on the spire to falter. Both you and the prince screeched in fear, your holds tightening around one another.

“Do you need help getting down?” Regis offered, cringing slightly when Nocts’ arm began to quiver.

“No.” The Prince spat with a childish pout. It was like a toddler arguing with his overworked father. It would have been an endearing interaction to observe if you were not hanging precariously from the side of a building.

Regis deadpanned before shaking his head and smiling.

“Get down quickly, then. I was going to treat the two of you to ice cream.” He nagged playfully, turning on his heels. He didn’t get more than five steps before a resounding crash sounded on the walkway behind him. Turning his head, he was met with entangled limbs and pained groans.

The laughter that boomed from the King’s dignified frame shocked the two who were recovering from their fall. You and Noctis exchanged wide eyes before bursting into laughter yourselves. When you caught up to Regis, he placed an arm around each of you as you walked back into the Citadel, the sunlight warm on your backs.

If you thought you had escaped the dad lecture about how to navigate a castle safely, you would be wrong.

↞Prompto↠

Letting a bunch of Crown City High School sophomores loose on a chocobo ranch screamed chaos from the beginning. After the scheduled tour of the facilities and getting an in depth lecture on the intricate process of chocobo breeding, the children were set free to roam about the premises. For the more fearless students, free and lets say, too casual chocobo lessons were open. Too casual meaning unsupervised while the handler took a smoke break.

Naturally, you and Prompto were the most willing participants out of your friend group.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it!” You shouted to the blonde boy leaning excitedly on the arena’s fence as you trotted around the dirt pen.

“Yeah, you look great-Y/N!” Prompto didn’t have time to finish his compliment before he was vaulting over the fence towards your crumpled form. The chocobo had thrown you from its back so quickly that he didn’t have time to process the situation until you had already flopped ungracefully on the ground.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he frantically turned you over to check for a concussion. The wind had been knocked out of you but other than that you looked unharmed. You sat there dazed for a few moments propped against his embrace before giggles bubbled from your chest.

“I wanna go again!” You exclaimed happily, seemingly unphased that your head had just fallen short of the bird’s powerful kick.

“How about we go visit the babies, huh?” He gently coaxed, eyeing the annoyed bird. It ruffled its plumage and squawked angrily as the two of you waddled out of the pen and towards the petting barn. All the while he couldn’t stop thinking how simultaneously alarming and cute your reaction was.

↞Ignis↠

“Stay awake, dear.” Ignis hummed in a low tone. The tour of the newly developed shopping complex had commenced once again and your group was now on the move towards the food court. Your head lazily dropped from where it rested on Ignis’ shoulder, snapping you back into reality.

“Huh? I was just resting my eyes.” You bluffed, briskly slapping your cheeks to bring some alertness into your veins. Ignis shook his head slightly as your group came to another stop.

“Why did you bring me on this again?” You stifled a yawn as one of the businessmen threw you a dirty look through his monocle. Hiding your tiredness with a cough you smiled awkwardly until he returned his gaze to the tour guide.

“It was you who insisted on coming, I told you to sleep in this morning.” Ignis whispered cheekily. The two of you were representing the Citadel in this group of stuffy conglomerates scouting for new business ventures. You decided to come, the nosy person you were, despite your exceptional exhaustion. Being a college student and a member of the Crownsguard was not recommended if you wanted to get a decent amount of sleep and graduate at the same time.

“Couldn’t bear spending an hour without me, hmm?” Ignis slyly poked you in the side, an amused smile on his lips. Huffing, you nudged him back playfully. Ignis was about to retaliate when the monocle man cleared his throat rather aggressively. It seemed you were disturbing his learning environment.

“And now we will make our way to the next floor.” The guide announced, his crisp tone filling the open space of the vacant mall.

Ignis ascended onto the escalator first, allowing you to rest your head on his back. You could care less if you got a makeup stain on his freshly pressed suit vest, any second you got to stare at the inside of your eyelids felt like pure bliss.

You had not anticipated for the ride to be so short and you didn’t have time to adjust to the absence of your headrest when he stepped off the escalator. Flailing like a fish, your face almost said hello to the tile when a strong grip on your waist held you up and pushed you, albeit clumsily, off the moving steps.

Regaining your composure you automatically thanked Ignis for catching your fall. Only, Ignis was in front of you and there was a hand still on your stomach. Slowly craning your neck back to see your savior, you saw yourself in the reflection of a polished golden monocle. An undignified squeak left your mouth as you jumped out of the man’s arms.

The man with the monocle scowled at you and clicked his tongue under his bristly peppered mustache. Heat rose to your cheeks and you sputtered a small thank you as he gruffly brushed past Ignis to rejoin the rest of the tour.

Ignis bit his lip to stifle his impending laughter. He needed to stay professional after all. He held out his arm to you, which you graciously took, and hid your face behind his sleeve until the embarrassment had washed itself from your cheeks.

↞Gladiolus↠

“And then Cindy almost punched the guy in the mouth because he was getting a little to handsy but I managed to thro-WHOA.” Your rambling was cut short by your ankle twisting haphazardly as you padded down the sunbaked steps of Lestallum’s main street. The steaming hot styrofoam of the Cup Noodles in your hand consequently went flying out of your grasp as you scrambled to collect your floundering form.

Expecting to see the horrendous sight of your freshly brewed noodles splattered on the pavement like the scene of a murder, you were pleasantly surprised when it was intact in Gladio’s hand.

“You okay?” He asked, placing the noodles on the stairs. He crouched down to look at your ankle. You nodded, giving it a few rolls. “Yeah, I’m good. What about your hand? Did it get burned?” You prodded, gently bringing his hand that held your cup noodles to your eye level.

“Nah it’s fine. My hand just smells like ramen now.” He chuckled.

“Now it's beefy, just like you.” You smiled cheekily, snatching your noodles from his grasp in a fluid movement. You skipped down the remaining stairs, leaving him to smile fondly before quickly catching up and squeezing your side, your combined giggles meshing with the subtle buzzing of the power-plant.

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starjunco · 2 years

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Cor Leonis, for the character ask meme?

Cor! This turned out longer than I meant it to be >.> But then that usually happens.

Aspect about them I love: His personality. Not only am I a bit of a sucker for the gruff samurai-type (my favorite in FFX was Auron by a landslide) but I find the personality shift he went through to be fascinating. How did an impulsive, cocky teen develop into such a disciplined and reserved man? I haven't see enough media to know for sure, but I suspect this type of change is a trope with the samurai characters. As with the rest of FFXV, the way it's just hinted at with so few details just makes you want to know and explore it more.

Aspect I wish more people understood about them:

Hmm...I haven't exactly read widely in the fanon but most the stories I've read about him have been good when it comes to understanding. I would love for SquareEnix to understand that Cor needs his very own DLC about his journeys with the OG Chocobros. But I know that's not going to happen.

Headcanon(s) I have about them:

This is the long part because it requires explanation. I have two separate headcanons about Cor's past. One follows the widespread fanon one where he's a commoner that was in an abusive situation, hence the personality problems. The other was sparked by the opening line of a bio from Episode Gladio: "Son of a less-than-affluent household, Cor enlisted in the Crownsguard in the tender age of 13."

'Less-than-affluent' could mean poor, but the way the game uses 'house' for noble families has always made me wonder if it's suggesting that he came from a lower or disreputable noble house. To me, him being noble fits in with managing to get into the Crownsguard so young. We see Gladio, as the next shield, working in the Citadel -- having also joined at 13 -- and the emphasis of 'youngest' for Cor isn't when he joined, but when he became a bodyguard to the king. So here's that headcanon:

There are two types of nobility in Lucis, one being nobility of land (what you'd traditionally think of as nobles) and another being nobility of service. The latter can almost be thought of as commissions for various professions, to ensure necessary jobs were filled and, at least in theory, that the people would be well-trained experts since they would learn from the rest of their family from a young age. House Scientia and House Amicitia fall under this type, but there are other ones besides the advisers and the shield: ones that commission families to be judges, doctors, experts in other fields, and of course, for officers in the Crownsguard as well as other military in the past.

This type of family receives a generous stipend, but only if they are fulfilling their duty toward the Crown. In the case of Cor's family, his father died in service when he was young (it's from his father, who was well-traveled, that he inherited the exotic katana.) The family hadn't been well-off at the time due to multi-generational mismanagement, and his mother fell into depression and other problems, leaving a young Cor (and siblings) to fend for themselves. Cor inherited the noble title from his father, but, should a person be unwilling or unable to fulfil their duty, it can be transferred to another member of the family. This is not done simply for youth under the same idea of regency.

In Cor's case, he didn't have anyone that could serve in his stead until he was old enough. He did have an uncle who failed to pass the tests for the Crownsguard and was hoping to use the title as a way to get in (because there was a bad habit of granting some leniency and tolerance in such cases) or pass it on to his own children or even just sell it. This uncle made a deal with Cor: I'll train you and take care of things with your family, but if you can't get in at your first chance, you'll hand the title over. This did not go well, for anyone involved. The 'training' was brutal, but Cor needed some outside support for his family to survive and was manipulated because of this. To his uncle's frustration, Cor was very determined and very talented and that just made things worse.

So his 13th birthday comes around and he ends up succeeding. Instead of an apprenticeship, which was normal for that age, the title allowed him to train and become a full-fledged member. Which was great, because now he had the stipend...but his uncle wasn't that easily dissuaded and while Cor was training, the rest of his family had to still deal with the man, only worse for them because now his focus wasn't on Cor. Things came to a head later and things got violent to the point that the man realized he was out of his league, but that didn't solve all the problems; his relationship with his mother had been unsteady at best and impossible at worse since she made her downturn and he essentially had to abandon his siblings to preform his duties, straining those relationships to the limit. Later, when Regis and Clarus found out about the whole situation, they helped him find a steward to take care of everything at home, but the relationships were already bad (and worse in his head) so he continued to be estranged from them well into the future.

One character I love seeing them interact with:

Choices...Nyx and the OG Chocobros, of course, but besides them it'd have to be Prompto. Love dad!Cor stories.

One character I wish they would interact with more:

Titus, with Monica being a close second just because she needs to be in more. I like the old war buddy relationship and them commiserating together now that they're both COs.

Headcanons(s) I have about them and another character:

Monica is older than she looks (who can tell with the graphics?) and, though not as old as Cor, has been working with him for a long time and knows him well (too well for his tastes sometimes). When Cor took over the Crownsguard, this made her a shoe-in for his second-in-command.

#whew #hope that wasn't too much #got more succinct toward the end #cor leonis #character ask game #asks answered #garbria

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lancermylove · 3 years

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Cookies (Christmas HC)

Fandom: FFXV

Pairing: Chocobros x Reader, Nyx x Reader, Ravus x Reader, Cor x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Prompto

As soon as he heard that you were baking cookies, he immediately asked to help out.

For Prompto, this was more of an excuse to spend time with you.

Everything was going well until he slipped and got covered in flour.

Though you tried to hold back, you couldn't stop laughing. "Hey, Prompto, which one of the three ghosts are you, and whose the lucky Scrooge?"

Your comment made him pout; instead of answering, he grabbed a fist full of flour from the ground and threw it at you.

Within a few minutes, the two of you looked like ghosts, and the entire kitchen was painted white.

Both of you were all chuckles and giggles until you realized that you have to clean the kitchen.

Ignis

Since your boyfriend was a fantastic cook, the two of you decided to have a friendly baking competition.

Though you knew that winning against Iggy was difficult, you gave it your all.

Your cookies turned out pretty good, but when you tasted his cookies, you felt like you were in heaven.

Iggy tasted your cookies and pulled the entire tray towards him, "If I may take all these cookies."

"But Iggy, your cookies are so much better!"

Your boyfriend smiled, "Ah but your cookies are far more special to me. They are made by my beloved after all."

Gladiolus

You and Gladio were in the Amicitia's kitchen. You wanted to surprise his family by baking cookies for them, and he agreed to help you.

While the cookies were baking, you noticed some icing on Gladio's cheek. Pulling his face down to your height, you kissed the sweet cream away.

Gladiolus pulled you into a kiss. The one kiss turned into two, two turned to three...

AHEM. The two of you hear the sound of throat-clearing in the background, followed by a giggle.

Breaking away from the kiss, you see Gladio's family.

Clarus crossed his arms and asked, "Do I need to hurry and get the two of you married?"

Noctis

You were so busy with work that you didn't get Christmas off.

Noctis texted you to come to his apartment as soon as you got off work.

When you reached his apartment, his entire kitchen was a mess.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was covered in all sorts of ingredients from flour to eggs to chocolate.

He shyly held out a tray of cookies for you and mumbled, "Merry Christmas."

To your surprise, the cookies were delicious.

"H-how are the cookies?"

"Noct, these are delicious...thank you!"

He blushed, but that blush soon disappeared when you heard you ask, "By the way...how in the world did you get dough on the ceiling?"

Ravus

As soon as the prince learned that you wanted to bake, he asked, "Why not ask the chef?"

You attempted to explain to him that it's more about bonding than baking.

Though Ravus refused to join you, you decided to bake cookies anyway.

Half an hour later, the Prince of Tenebrae came to check on you only to see you doused in powder sugar.

For the first time, you saw your beloved prince laughing.

Cor

Cor had been too busy with the Crownsguard, so you wanted to give him a little surprise by visiting his house and baking him a special treat.

He returned home and was surprised to see you.

You looked a bit frustrated, but Cor connected two and two when he saw your disfigured cookies on a baking tray.

Chuckling, he took a bite and said, "these are delicious."

His comment made you happy, but when you took a bite, you immediately frowned. "Cor, why would you say these cookies are good? They're horrible!"

Your boyfriend smiled softly, "What matters to me the most is that you made them for me with love. You know...I have always dreamt that one day I would return home and find my beloved cooking for me."

Nyx

You showed up at the Kingsglaive headquarters with a load of Christmas cookies.

All the members were happy, and even Nyx ate them despite not being fond of sweets.

Some of the members of the Kingsglaive teased Nyx, saying that they're going to take you away from him.

Upon hearing these words, Nyx reached for something in his pocket and got down on one knee. He held out a beautiful ring and smiled, "Babe, would you do me the honors of marrying me?"

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➣ FFXV Masterlist

#ffxv #ffxv headcanons #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amicitia #noctis lucis caelum #nyx ulric #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #cor leonis #ravus nox fleuret #gladiolus x reader #noctis x reader #nyx x reader #prompto x reader #ignis x reader #cor x reader #ravus x reader

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mehbzz · 3 years

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Lost

I cant stop myself. Hopefully one day I will escape this Chocobros ABO Au obsession but today is not that day. On the plus side it’s good writing practice! Not to tag @weebsinstash everytime but it was their idea that kickstarted my mild obsession. Last time I promise! F!reader and Ignis. orgasm denial, fingering, controlling/manipulative/aggressive behaviour

“Are you lost my dear?” The voice surprises you and you let out a squeak, much to your embarrassment, as you turn towards the man who had appeared at your side. Partially hidden by the shadows, you catch a glimpse of reddish-violet hair and amber eyes staring intently back at you. “No I’m fine, thank you”. He continues to stare, his eyes narrowing as they sweep over you, head tilting to the side as he examines you. Just as you start to trip over awkward into uncomfortable he nods. “Enjoy your evening my dear,” he tips his black fedora towards you, “Farewell for now” You watch him walk away and disappear in the direction of the hotel before you continue your journey further into the town.

A foolish stumble while packing up the tent after the boys’ last hunt had left you with a beautiful purple bruise across your knee and a myriad of minor aches and pains. Gladio and Ignis had become unbearable with their attention afterwards, refusing to let you carry or do anything other than sit and watch as they packed up. This meant that asking if you could go explore the town you were all currently staying in had been met with an immediate no. Gladio responding before you had even finished the question. Thankfully Noctis and Prompto had also wanted to go explore and with some gentle persuasion from Ignis, Gladio had relented under the provision that the three of you stayed together. You hadn’t meant to end up on your own, but it hadn’t been long before the two younger alphas got distracted by their phones, and to avoid getting drawn into their bickering over whether or not Prompto had managed to cheat in King’s Knight you had turned away to admire a shop window and when you turned back they had gone. Your panic had been brief, you knew the way back to the hotel, it was a safe town, and best of all; you were finally alone. You could relax, you could explore, you could try some new cuisine, maybe meet some new people, and head back to the hotel later. You knew you were going to get a telling off for this, but the excitement of doing something just for yourself overrode it. Besides you didn’t technically wander off. Noct and Prompto did.

The sun was just beginning to set by the time you decided to head back to the hotel, staying out perhaps a little later than you intended. As you round the corner to the hotel you bump into the man from earlier coming from the opposite direction. He grabs your waist to stop your stumble and although he says nothing he smiles at your apology. His scent is strong but strangely bland and you can’t help the shiver of unease as he lets you go but doesn’t move away. “Sorry“ you repeat, but he doesn’t reply, just watches you with those unnerving amber eyes as you quickly step away.

As you enter the hotel you are immediately hit with an angry bark of your name. Looking across the lobby to see Gladio stalking towards you and Prompto looking worried behind him. The look changing to obvious relief when he locks eyes with you. Gladio says nothing as he reaches you, other than a continuous low warning growl that has you momentarily freezing in alarm. He obviously doesn’t appreciate your reaction and the grip on your arm as he drags you towards the rooms is painful. His scent a confusing mix of anger, concern and something tangy you can’t identify.

He pushes you into your shared room and you stumble, rubbing your arm where he had been holding you. “You do not wander off alone.” His words are almost a snarl and your alarm evolves into a tinge of fear “You do not talk to other alphas” “I didn’t ta-“ He cuts you off with a low growl “you reek of other alphas”. You’re not sure what to say to that and are pretty sure anything you say will just incense him further so you keep silent. Avoiding his gaze you glance at Prompto who offers you a weak smile. “You look at me” Gladio steps into your line of sight and you force yourself not to shrink back at his glare. “You will stay in this room until I come back”.

You scoff, “I’m not a chi-“ “you will stay in this room” it’s a command. This wasn’t the first time Gladio had used the creepy alpha voice trick on you, though it was the first time it had ever been spoken in such anger. The command shot through your chest like lava, a whirling line of heat that spread up to the back of the skull and threatened to give you a major migraine if you tried to disobey. You felt angry tears start to well up in response and tried to blink them away. This was unfair. This was unfair bullshit. But you kept your mouth shut; arguing now would not end well for you. “Yes, alpha.” You hissed. You saw Prompto flinch slightly at your tone, but Gladio didn’t react, other than to turn and leave the room, tugging Prompto with him before closing the door with a slam. You stand there in the middle of the room for a few minutes, frustration and tears threatening to overwhelm you. Trying to keep yourself from breaking down you sit on the edge of the bed, spending a few minutes angrily tugging the sheets and pillows off so you can cocoon yourself underneath them.

The knock at the door startles you before Ignis steps inside. As he stands there you notice the tenseness in his shoulders and you mentally resign yourself to another lecture. The way he scans over your little pile of blankets seems to amuse him and causes the irritation in your chest to flare back to life. You snarl as Ignis steps towards your bed, and he stops, surprise flitting across his face before he gently smiles at you. “You look nice and cosy in there, you did a good job”. The praise instantly has a ball of warmth flooding your chest, even before you fully comprehend his words. Did a good job at what? “Can I join you?” You nod reluctantly and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. He watches you silently for a couple of minutes and you feel a tinge of guilt. “I’m sorry” Ignis looks unimpressed at your words. “Noctis told you to stay with him did he not?” “But –“ “I know this is still a confusing time for you, but Noctis is our pack leader, you need to listen to him, he knows, we all know, what’s best for you” “I didn’t wander off” your rebuff comes out more petulant than you wanted and Ignis sighs. “You are our omega darling; we are only looking out for you” You forget that sometimes, that Noctis is the pack leader. A little too bratty, a little too immature for the reality of him being an Alpha, and the pack leader, to stick in your head. “How do you think Noctis felt when he looked back and you weren’t there?” You frown, how does he think you felt? When Gladio grabbed you by the arm hard enough to leave bruises? Commanded you to stay like a misbehaving dog? The anger starts to bubble inside you again but before you can reply Ignis continues, “You could have got hurt, or worse” a slow quiet purr coming from him as he strokes a hand over your head. “There are Alphas out there who wouldn’t be as kind as us if they realised you were an Omega” His words send a chill down your spine as you remembered the stranger outside the hotel. Ignis senses your shift in mood and his purr gets a little louder, trying to comfort you “We can’t protect you if you leave us darling” nails scratch lightly across your scalp and you relax further “promise me you won’t go off on your own again”

“I di-“ Your protest dies on your lips at Ignis disappointed look and you look away. His purr having the desired effect as you feel the fight start to drain out of you “I promise” He hums, happy at your, albeit reluctant, submission and continues to stroke your hair. It’s soothing and the comfort starts to turn your irritation into guilt. “Will you tell Noct I’m sorry?” Ignis relaxes slightly at your words but doesn’t agree to your request. “You can tell him yourself in the morning”

“Is Gladio still angry at me?” You feel on the verge of tears again “No darling, He worries about you,” a soft kiss to your brow, “I worry about you,” another to the tip of your nose, “we all do” he murmurs softly, finally brushing his lips to yours but pulling away before you can reciprocate.

You stay like that for a while, relaxed and drowsy as Ignis continues to purr and stroke your hair. “Are you still sore from this morning?” his questions startles you out of your doze and you nod in reply. "Get undressed."

There’s a pause, a moment of silence where you’re not sure you heard him right. “What?” “Get undressed” he repeats. “A massage and some relaxation will do you the world of good.” It didn’t take long for you to agree. Although a little off kilter with the abrupt change of topic and the lack of a real reprimand you still eagerly accept his offer. Even as you continued to unknowingly step further in to the role of Ignis’ omega, you still came second to his duty to Noctis and getting his undivided attention and one of his massages was not something you could refuse.

As you stand and start to remove your clothes Ignis begins to rearrange your cocoon of blankets which causes you a small confusing flare of distress. He notices and turns back to look at you, “we can rebuild it later” The ‘we’ makes you happy for some reason and you can’t decipher the emotion that flickers across Ignis face at your happy chirp. You still hate the noises you make, the involuntary purrs, chirps and growls that escape you despite your best efforts. Ignoring your disobeying body you focus on removing your clothes.

Once in your underwear you stop, watching him as his eyes roam over you, gaze filled with approval and appreciation. You fight the urge to turn and hide yourself from his eyes. Ignis’ love of seeing you in lingerie always left you feeling more than a little self conscious. Finally he speaks, “you can remove your bra” again fighting the urge to hide you stand there as his gaze lingers across your bare breasts before glancing over the finger marks Gladio had left on your upper arm. He doesn’t comment, instead steps towards you and brings a gloved hand up to your mouth, letting his fingers rest lightly against your bottom lip. You know what he wants and you oblige him. Nipping the end of his glove between your teeth, you resist the temptation to take his fingers into your mouth and instead help him remove his glove, before doing the same with the other. Ignis takes half a step back and lets his eyes roam over you again, taking you in. A smile flickers across his face as he takes a breath in, scenting you, before it morphs into flash of distaste. Gone before you can question him he gestures towards the bed “Lie down, on your front”

Once you are settled Ignis starts a slow soft rhythm with his fingers, running up your spine, across the nape of your neck and back down. He leans forward to kiss a soft spot between your shoulder blades before his fingers start to firmly knead down your back and spine. The pain and pleasure mixing until you feel yourself start to relax beneath his hands, as the knots and aches loosen. He continues this for a while, until your moans and sighs of painful pleasure turn into quiet sleepy whimpers. He kisses your neck. "turn over for me darling," he whispers pressing further kisses against your skin as he draws back again, watching you as you turn to lie on your back.

His pupils fully blown, a deep dark void as he stares at you like he wants to devour you has your pressing your thighs tighter in an effort to relieve the sudden rush of arousal. “You’d look so good in a blindfold, black silk across your eyes,” his finger brushes gently over your cheekbone, “would you let me?” His voice, dark and velvety makes you moan a shiver run through you and hips rocking forward before you can stop them. He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of a verbal answer, content to watch his hand trail down over your breasts, carefully avoiding your nipples and coming to rest on your thigh. You automatically open your legs at his touch, and he acquiesces to your unspoken request with a quiet hum, grazing fingers over your panties and down between your legs in a slow barely there caress. His movement is painfully slow, and your attempt to move your hips to hurry him along has him tsking at you, his free hand pressing down on your stomach to stop you moving.

It’s just enough to tease you. The way his finger languidly rubs against your clit through your panties. No rush, no real pressure, Just enough to have a tease of pleasure start to build tortuously slow within you. You arch your back and grind your hips, trying to get him to move faster, to touch you harder and his movement immediately ceases. You whimper in frustration as he withdraws his fingers, his hand stroking up over your body, leaning in to press soft gentles kisses up your stomach to just under your breasts. He avoids your nipples, avoids the little sensitive patch on your collarbone and bites sharply on the lobe of your ear. “Stay Still” Once he deems you suitably still and calm he slips his hand back down between your legs and resumes stroking you through the fabric, drawing breathy moans and whimpers from you. He touches you nowhere but against your covered clit, and it’s maddening. Every time you try to reach for him or move closer he stops. Ignis works you up closer to the edge again and again, each time stopping before you can come. With each denied orgasm you became more desperate, and as he brings you to the edge for the fifth time, you begin to tearfully plead with him.

"Please, Ignis," you beg, you were close to tears, your orgasm was steadily building again, and this time you were pretty sure you were going to die if he didn’t let you come. He leans up, his fingers still circling your clit, and kisses your mouth softly.

"You're going to be a good girl?" He asks and you nod frantically, “going to listen to us? He presses harder against your clit, “going to do as we tell you?” " yes, yes, I promise," you cry out with a moan. You were right on the edge, just a few more gentle strokes of those clever fingers and you would come. "Please Ignis, I promise to be good." His fingers slow and you feel like you’re going to scream in frustration "Alpha please" You close your eyes and he growls loudly, leaning down to kiss your neck, but he stops again. Hand moving from between your legs to cradle your jaw, focusing your attention back on to him

“Do you want to cum?” he whispers, dragging a thumb across your jaw “Yes” “Yes what?” “Yes! Yes alpha, yes sir, just please Ignis!” You feel the shudder of approval that goes through him at your desperation, your words slurring together as you try to find the words he’s looking for. “Good girl” his hand slowly tracing a line down between the valley of your breasts to rest on your hip. With one more whined please from your throat his fingers idly trace along the edge of your panties, moving slowly inward to tease your clit once again with his thumb. Still ignoring your pleas and whimpers he goes at his own slow pace. Moving the lacy material to the side he runs a finger down through your folds, sliding through your slickness, teasing your entrance. “so wet omega” a low approving rumble in his chest, he leans down to give you a searing kiss, nipping hard at your lip and just as you think he is about to finally slip inside you and let you have your hard earned release, he pulls away. The cry that leaves you is nothing short of complete desperation, almost pain, and you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re dimly aware you are begging, desperately pleading with him as you try to pull him closer but he moves no nearer, instead he stands and leans down to whisper in your ear "I want to do wicked things to you, omega,” he nuzzles against your neck, “but you need to earn them”. You’re crying freely now as he withdraws from you completely and heads towards the bathroom. He doesn’t react to your tears, and it starts to dawn on you that this wasn’t Ignis comforting you for Gladio’s behaviour; this was Ignis punishing you for your behaviour. The arousal and frustration is gone in an instant, replaced by a cold rush of dismay. Sensing you watching him, Ignis turns his head to meet your gaze

“A warm bath then you can apologise to Gladio” His voice is calm, almost cold and you fight the desire to throw yourself at him and beg for forgiveness. “Ignis….” you trail off as he turns away from you. His rejection stings and you suddenly feel very alone. The realisation that if the boys started to find you too much trouble, your disobedience too much of a hassle, they could walk away just as easily as Ignis had done, hits you hard. You truly would be abandoned in this world. You would never get home. They had saved you more times than you could count, they fed you, gave you a bed to sleep in, patiently helped you through the hormonal changes in your body, looked after you and obviously cared about you, and they didn’t ask for much in return really. Just to listen to them. The stubborn side of you wanted to deny it, that you could find someone else to help you, but their over-protectiveness and the lengths they’d go to keep your Omega status hidden made you think they were telling the truth when they said not all Alphas would be as willing to help as they were. Not that they let you have much interaction with others to disprove that but was it a risk you were willing to take? You wanted to go home, maybe Ignis’ was right, they did know what was best, it was their world after all. Ignis’ sharp call of your name startles you out of your thoughts and you look over at him, watching as he sorts a towel and some bodywash out of Gladio’s bag. You feel exhausted. Upset and completely drained you can’t bring yourself to fight anymore so you just nod.

#ffxv #ffxv gladio #ffxv ignis #a/b/o universe #nsft #weebsinstash #started #this #whole thing #and I cant #escape it #also #why are endings #so damn hard to write

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cloudstrifeandmayhem · 3 years

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okay so im watching shadow & bone (four episodes in and its SO good omg) but anyway i had some aus ideas so

(if u know nothing about shadow and bones this will be v confusing for u)

clack au

so cloud is shipped to the fold, where zack had already been shipped several months earlier due to him being a better fighter than cloud

they had grown up in the same orphanage. cloud was ostracized due to his pale skin and fair hair and his only friend was tifa until she and her family moved away. a few years later zack came to the orphanage and they werent instant friends. more like cloud refused to trust him and zack wore him down over several months and THEN they were inseparable

but zack finds cloud and then cloud meets the friends hes made, luxiere and kunsel who greet cloud by saying "ah youre the little friend zack keeps talking about"

"little friend, zack?" "what? its true"

cloud meets angeal, zacks kind commanding officer who is NOT impressed by zack getting himself thrown in the brig just to talk to cloud after cloud was thrown in the brig. or from zack stealing food from genesis' tent to give to cloud after he didnt get any.

genesis, by the way, is second in command of the Second Army, a terrifying Inferni and legendary on the battlefield.

sephiroth is the Darkling and the General of the Second Army.

this is au so theres less friction between the first and second army. so of course ags is still a thing. (they need a better ship name other than three letters. sephigengeal? idk)

everything continues all happy and just no plot for a few chapters because i want pointless fluff okay

and then they get a mission to cross the fold. since sephiroth cant cross the fold, he sends genesis and angeal. zack gets picked, cloud doesnt and then cloud pulls some shit and is assigned anyway.

and then some idiot lights a lantern in the fold. the majority of the ship dies. its when a volcra lifts zack that cloud panics and summons the sun.

(i haven't thought further than this but if i do think of something else ill make another post)

but onto

promptis au

honestly i thought it would be so cute to just have Noctis with the Darkling's power and Prompto with the Sun Summoner's power

in this au, nilfheim has managed to artificially make the Fold (thats what Lucis thinks but in reality they have Ardyn Lucis Caelum and hes a dick so)

Lucis Caelums have the Darklings power. They can't banish the dark but they can keep it at bay so basically the wall is still a thing in which they make sure the Dark can't spread.

Ignis is a heartrender. Havent figured Gladio out but I'm leaning towards he's not a Grisha at all and he's like the groups token regular human (but not that much bc its Gladio and hes like supernaturally strong"

Noctis makes friends with Prompto the same way. the roadtrip doesnt happen bc they cant send the crown prince into the Dark with no guarantees he'll survive. the treaty doesnt happen either but the wall does fall. the Dark spreads quickly and a lot of people die

Chocobros are in the Citadel with Regis, Clarus and Cor and Iris basically waiting for death but refusing to admit it. The Dark reaches the room and Regis closes his eyes, holding Noctis.

Prompto, in the middle of a panic attack has this sudden clear thought of "i dont want to die". He doesn't realize that he summons the sun at first. He opens his eyes to the Dark gone (but not fully) and the rooms occupants staring slack jawed at him.

(prompto was never tested to be a grisha bc his parents suck and never took him to get tested)

#cloud strife #zack fair #prompto argentum #noctis lucis caelum #clack #zakkura #promptis #ags #gengeal #sephgengeal #ff7 #ff7r #ffxv #ignis scientia #gladio amiticia #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos

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spideypoolalways

Does Regis ever ask how Titus has papers for the boys? Whats Cor or Clarus' PoV of this? What are some things (fluff or humor) that the boys get up to? Because I can see them getting adopted into the Ulric Clan because of shenanigans and Nyx going 'Yes, these are my people' since LCs just remind me of Ulrics with magic. And how do the Galatians take to the nephew of the Nif Chancellor and clone of the Crown Prince? Since I'm imagining that Titus told some of them and the

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rest are guessing anyway. And does everyone assume that Noctis and Nox's magics resonated since they're kinda sorta close to each other/are the same person? How does Regis take the news that the only reason that Noctis got healed is because Nox pretty much felt everything Noctis did? /Both/ of his sons were basically attacked by a daemon and he only knew about one of them at the time and didn't do anything to calm or reassure Nox? (Clarus: Only because you didn't know

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About him, Regis. Regis: Thats no excuse, Clarus.) Does Iris get to be a Shield or did Nox latch onto Axis or one of his kids? Does Acastus find Prompting and drop him off with Noct/Cor? Does Nox hang out with Noct, Ignis, Gladiolus and Prom all the time or does the memories act up enough to make him feel weird about it? How does Regis take his brother and son's Sick Days? What about Dissidia? The 3 youngest Royals getting snatched and the group watching on Crystal

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Vision? Dad Titus/Regis freaking out over their kids having been summoned to a death match? And how exactly does Titus see the boys? Sons, brothers, cousins? Oooh, more Trauma. Noct, Nox and Acastus w/others playing and end up in the Crystal room. Cue the boys lighting up, maybe passing out because the magic hits their young system really hard (its why Royals aren't supposed to be Presented until 18) and everyone freaks out, and news makes it to Regis and Titus that they

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Are in the infirmary and the gist of what happened via panicked guards and rush there immediately and are jumped by panicked kids talking and crying about what happened. I didn't realize I had so many questions. But now I need to know. 👀👀 Please!🙏

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Oh! Just remembered a little more! Does anyone pick up on the people/places that he shouldn't know? Do they assume that Nox got some of it from Noct, like with the Marelith? Or are they assuming LC/ Oracle DNA mix?

Me: Yes, Regis asks about the papers and Titus doesn’t OUTRIGHT admit he did an illegal but he does grudgingly explain that he needed papers in case the NIfs came looking and he ... knows ... a few people who can help ... “recreate” papers for refugees who lost theirs in whatever fire or tragedy drove them from their homes.

Regis mulls over that for ten long seconds then blatantly pretends he never heard it in the first place. Those “people” likely saved the life of his son and half-brother, he can let it slide this once.

I need Nyx Ulric to adopt these two now JUST so Nyx can tease that he’s related to Captain (then later when he learns that they’re Lucis Caelums he can quietly die in a corner because OH NO HE’S RELATED TO THE KING). Not sure how or when Nyx adopts them, but he absolutely does.

It probably happens when he's just a wee bit sloshed. Not enough to be incoherent or insincere, but enough that he doesn’t feel any fear offering to adopt the pair while babysitting them because Captain had to work late and Nyx is off the combat roster until his ankle heals. Once he’s sober he is a Panic™, but Captain takes it surprisingly well and Nox loves his new braid. Acastus just looks Amused™.

Lib slaps Nyx over the head because IDIOT THINK THIS STUFF THROUGH then gives him another drink because TWO MORE ULRICS. It’s a good thing Nyx is an Ulric Keeper in this AU, because he can teach them most of the Ulric Clan stories and dances and make them proper Ulrics.

Acastus loves introducing himself as Acastus Ulric Drautos, both because it’s fancy like “Lucis Caelum” is and also because it made both Titus and Nyx spit their coffee the first time they hear it.

The Galahdians ... have mixed feelings at first. But the predominant one is that it doesn’t matter that this kid is clearly related to the Chancellor (at first they all think the Chancellor bedded Captain’s Aunt, since they don’t know about the LC blood, and that’s why he looks like Ardyn) because Captain has clearly staked a claim on him. Galahd (in my HCs) is a Very Adoption Heavy culture and big on judging people by their current family rather than any previous blood ties, so ... mostly the Chancellor thing gets intensely ignored. Acastus isn’t an Izunia, he’s a Drautos (and then later an Ulric). So they will treat him as such.

But in private there is some debate on exactly what happened, for the Chancellor to vanish around the time his ... relation (son? They mostly assume son), shows up in Drautos’s care.

No few number of them think Titus stumbled on Ardyn with the two kids and killed the Chancellor to save them.

For Nox ... the Lucis Caelum blood is basically impossible to hide. This boy LOOKS like a literal carbon copy of the Prince but younger and he’s young so his control over his magic is ... not. Not that good. Especially not when there’s so mUCH of it.

All of Galahd listened to the Glaive who was on babysitting duty when Nox had a rare tantrum and skewered the wall with ghostly blades and all privately, immediately agree to Never Tell Anyone. Ever.

Well. To be fair, they do debate whether they have a duty to tell Regis, but again the Adoption Culture comes into play and they decide it’s up to Titus to spill that secret. A few Glaives do ask Titus about it (Titus nearly has a heart attack because SINCE WHEN DID THEY KNOW) and when they ask if they know who the mother was, Titus looks very grim and very, very quiet for a long time, then admits:

There is no mother. There never was.

They stare at him in confusion until Acastus, lurking nearby with too-sharp eyes, gives a smile that could cut and says brittlely that “amazing things that can be done with science these days you know. Truly amazing. Why, get a blood sample and a tank of the right solutions and you could probably grow anything you wanted”.

The Glaives are Horrified™. So is the rest of Little Galahd when it gets around and then is made a Clan Secret by all the Clans unanimously. The secret never leaves the borders of their little slum.

Also yes, people assume that Noctis’s and Nox’s magic resonated because Nox is a clone and it freaks them out.

Regis is Such A Guilt when he finds out how Acastus knew about Noctis’s injury. No it doesn’t matter that he DIDN’T KNOW NOX EXISTED. One of his son’s (his FIVE YEAR OLD son) was suffering. Was screaming in agony and terror and Regis didn’t do a THING about it and no amount of logic can make that better.

Nox latches onto Axis’s triplets in this AU so while Iris will be best friends with him, his Shield, Hand, and Sword are actually all made up of Axis’s three kids. Axis is a BIT of an internal Scream when Nox is at the age people start making noises about him building a Retinue and taking Iris as his Shield and Nox goes, “NO. I have a Shield already! A Hand and Sword too!” And stuff spirals out to reveal Axis as Clarus’s kid (Clarus takes it much better than Axis thought he would, tho Axis didn’t expect to see Lord Amicitia go deathly pale and sit down hard in the nearest chair).

Honestly Iris might be the future love interest in this AU you never know. It would be hilarious if nothing else.

Bold of you to assume Acastus didn’t find Prompto early and bring him home to NOX because “Look Beloved Nibling I Found You A Friend!”. Prompto is a confusion because Nox is like- 4 at the time. But Prompto likes babysitting and playing with Nox and hearing Acastus’s stories and Titus just kinda- sighs his way through the playdates until he realizes that Prompto has been staying in his house for about two weeks with no sign of the parents.

Titus, after much snooping later, sitting at the kitchen table of Grandma Ostium quietly pulling his hair out: HOW DO YOU ADOPT A THIRD CHILD. DOES IT COUNT AS KIDNAPPING IF THEY COME OVER AND STAY WITH YOU FOREVER AND THE LEGAL PARENTS NEVER NOTICE. ACASTUS WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME.

Acastus: I regret nothing. Do you want me to fake Prompto’s death? I’m sure there’s enough Prompto’s out there that nobody will notice if you gain a nephew called Prompto Drautos.

Titus, holding his face in his hands while Grandma Ostium laughs at him in the corner: NO, ACASTUS. DO NOT FAKE THE DEATH OF THE CHILD. How do you even know how to do that? Nevermind I don’t want to know.

Roughly a year later when Everything Gets Revealed, Titus and Cor: *intense staring contest over Smol Blond Child*

Cor: You don’t know where he-

Titus, growling like a cranky Behemoth that might very well bite off someone’s head: He’s a Niflheim created clone. I know.

Cor: ....

Titus: He's been living in my house for a year. I’ve seen the barcode. It’s not like I wasn’t raising one already.

Cor: His legal parents-

Titus: Is me. The Argentums were emotionally neglectful and didn’t even notice when he hadn’t come home for a week and a half.

Cor: *guilty angry silence*

Titus: ...Kid could use an uncle. If you want to man up and be part of his life.

(hgfhg this is post is getting long Imma try to speed through the last questions a bit)

Yes, Nox hangs out with the Chocobros when he can because he adores them (especially Brother Prompto and Team Mom Iggy) but he also has his own friend group in the Little Galahd community so it doesn’t strike anyone as odd really. Nox is a naturally loving child for all he’s shy and Iggy and Gladio are Noctis’s friends and Prompto is his adopted brother (and later Noctis’s best friend).

Regis does Not take the Sick Days well. It makes him alarmed and angry because Lucis Caelums aren’t supposed to get sick days from their own magic and it speaks of BAD THINGS that both of the presumably experimented on and tortured LCs have them.

I’m going to have to come back to Dissidia another time (someone remind me) because this post is too long to ramble here but it would be- it would be Great. Honestly. It would either be the 3 littlest, just Acastus, or just Acastus and REGIS for some brotherly bonding and any of them would be Great and Chaotic. Crystal-o-vision absolutely happens.

The Crystal Room is under 24 hour guard so I don’t think the kids could wander in by accident, plus Acastus would actively avoid the area because of his Trauma.

Now Acastus being presented when he turns 18 on the other hand... >:))))))

Short Version: Much shouting, much alarm, much angst from Regis and Titus and everyone and also the first Sick Day Acastus has had since he turned 17 and by far one of the worst he’s ever had in his (second) life.

I might to a longer version later but not right now.

For Nox’s oddities and odd knowledge they kind of assume both? At first they think it’s just him resonating with Noctis so deeply that there’s a transfer (cue angst from Regis because what is going to happen to Nox when Noctis fulfills his destiny as Chosen King???) but then when Nox starts knowing stuff Noctis doesn’t/can’t know, they start to wonder if the scientists ... Tampered with his DNA. If they got their hands on Noctis’s, which should have been impossible, then it’s not all that out there they got their hands on Oracle DNA.

Sylva is ... very alarmed and very confused when Regis secretly contacts her on a secure encrypted line to ask if there were any ... symptoms to look for in an Oracle child. Because- yes there were but WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?

Regis: they wouldn’t happen to be *lists very specific things*

Sylva: ....Have you seen any Messengers nearby lately.

Regis: Carbuncle, a black puppy that disappears into thin air, and a bird woman who can summon wind storms. She calls herself Garuda.

Sylva, having a minor crisis behind her Queenly Facade: I am Very Sure I only have two children so please explain this. Right Now.

Regis: Well............. NiflheimclonedmysonandIthinkmixeditwiththednaofyouoryourdaughterandhehasseerpowersandImayormaynotbepanickingrightnowpleasehelpme.

Sylva, slowly running that over in her mind and figuring out what Regis just said:...

W H A T.

XD Honestly Niflheim might invade Tenebrae only to find the royal family gone because Sylva coincidentally packed her backs and took her and her children on a secret trip to Lucis to have a look at Nox, then since they’re there when Niflheim invades and a spy gets word on what just happened Sylva and Co just- stay there. Oracle Mom Death averted.

Also they absolutely think that it’s Luna’s DNA they used to make Nox because of how instantly Nox gloms onto Luna like a limpet- JUST like he did with Noctis and Regis, and how Luna gets this dazed look in her eyes as their magic tangles and she whispers, “I ... I know you. I know you, don’t I Little Prince? I met you in a dream.” Luna starts crying softly as she pets Nox’s hair and when Sylva asks in alarm why she’s crying, Luna blinks and whispers, “Because he was crying in the dream, and I couldn’t comfort him.”

Acastus lurks in the shadows, watching it all with ... very mixed feelings.

Oracles. He could have gone his entire second life without meeting anymore Oracles. Aera she looks so much like you is that what our daughter would have looked like and oh astrals I KILLED her. I killed the girl with your eyes and your smile and laughed about it later.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Sweet Sixteen verse #Nox verse #long post

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atomic-taco-muffin · 3 years

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Can you please make another Noctis x female reader? When she falls under a sleeping spell and everyone tries to find a cure. They find one. But, as soon as they do it’s true love’s kiss and they don’t know who her true love is. Until they found a confession letter that she was going to give him. Because she didn’t know how to tell him.

Noctis x Fem!Reader: Sleeping Beauty

Warnings: angst/fluff

You and the Chocobros were on a mission deep in a dark forest. You had to find a dark wizard who’s been torturing the land and put an end to his magic. You walked into his cottage and found that he was not there. You suddenly heard a voice calling to you and you had no choice but to follow it. The Chocobros were too distracted to see you walk off. You walked into a room and spotted a rose with your favorite color on it in the middle of the room. The voice was saying for you to pick up the rose and every time you took a step towards the rose, the voice would get louder and louder. You picked up the rose and the thorns pricked your finger. You felt something weird happen to you and you fell to the ground, unconscious.

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“Hey, have any of you seen (Y/N)?” Noctis asked.

“Nope.” Prompto said.

“Haven’t seen her since we came in here.” Gladiolus said.

“Haven’t seen her either.” Ignis said.

“Weird. I could’ve sworn that she was just here.” Noct said. He suddenly heard a thump and went to go check it out. He went to the room you were in and saw you on the floor with the rose right next to you.

“Holy shit! (Y/N)!” he yelled as he ran to you. The others soon came into the room and saw your condition.

“What the hell happened?” Gladdy asked.

“I have no idea. I just found her like this.” Noct said. Ignis spotted the rose and carefully picked it up. He examined the rose and found a magic powder on the thorns.

“Looks like the wizard has struck again.” he said.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Prompto asked.

“The wizard has put a magic spell on this rose and (Y/N) was a victim to the spell. We need to take her back to the castle before something horrible happens.”

“Alright. Let’s go.” Noctis said. He picked you up and the Chocobros headed back to the car. Ignis took the rose with him so that he can examine it more. Once they got back to the castle, Noctis took you to your room and Ignis went to go examine the rose. He read through so many books and soon found the cure.

“A true love’s kiss?!” The guys asked surprised.

“Yes. A true love’s kiss is the only way to cure her.” Ignis said.

“But that raises a question. Who’s her true love? She never tells us these kinds of things.” Noct said.

“You’ve gotta point there. And she doesn’t hang out with Luna that often so I doubt that she knows who it is.” Prompto said. The Chocobros went silent and Noctis said that he was going to check on you. He walked to your room and saw you lying there like you have been since you been brought back to the castle. He looked around your room to find any clues and found a closed envelope with his name on it on your desk. He picked it up and opened it. Inside was a confession letter.

Dear Noctis,

This is not an easy thing to do and I would have done this in person, but I was just too scared to do so. You and I have been best friends for a long time and I’ve enjoyed every second of it. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I hope you feel the same.

Sincerely,

(Y/N)

Noctis turned around and looked at you. You love him back? He walked over to you and took a risky move by kissing you. It worked! When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, Sleepy Beauty.” he joked.

“Ngh, what happened?” you asked as you sat up, holding your head.

“That wizard placed a spell on you using a rose and you fell asleep. The only way to save you was true love’s kiss. I’m glad that it worked.” he said.

“Wait, how did you figure it out?” Noctis held up the letter.

“If you didn’t want me to find this yet, you probably should’ve hid this in a better place.” he said. You punched him in the shoulder and brought him into a kiss.

��I love you, Noct.” you said.

“I love you too, sleeping beauty.” he said.

“Is that gonna be my new nickname from now on?” you asked.

“Oh hell yeah. And there’s nothing that you can do to change that.” You pouted and hid your face in his shoulder. He giggled and kissed your hair.

“Come on, let’s go find the others.” he said. You nodded and took his hand. You made a mental note to always be near Noctis so that he can help you when you need it.

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rcehb · 4 years

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How would the chocobros (and any other characters you'd like to add) have come to the realization that they really are in love with thier S/O or crush and thinking 'yeah I really love them'

So sorry this took long to write! I honestly felt demotivated when I first tried to write it and tumblr crashed and deleted my work. But! I've decided to pick it up again so I hope u enjoy!

[ PART ONE ]

♡

N O C T I S

You've known him since high school and just around the same time Prompto finally had the courage to talk him. Ever since you saw the blonde befriend the unapproachable Prince, you were inspired to do the same. Maybe, maybe he wasn't so stiff. If he could maintain a conversation with the most bouncy and talkative person like Prompto, maybe being the prince's friend wouldn't be so bad at all.

You started with 'good mornings'. You sat near his chair which was convenient for anyone to make friends with him or rub elbows. But at the same time, you weighed the possibility of being rejected. Then the seating arrangement would be inconvenient for you to avoid his glares.

After a few weeks, however, 'good mornings' have grown to small talks and lengthy small talks suddenly became game and homework discussions. Before you've even realized it, you were already watching the baseball team practice in the field with Noctis and Prompto by your side, laughing at each other's jokes and stealing bites from the other one's food.

Now, everyone knew Prompto enjoyed taking pictures regardless of consent. He participated in photography contests at school and he was always busy during school events, snapping photos right after the other. By this time, your friendship with Noctis have grown and matured well. You've been introduced to his other friends, Ignis and Gladio, and have been to his apartment to play games. When Prompto was preoccupied with photography, you were always left with Noctis. At first, you thought it would be awkward but surprisingly, it felt like you guys have been friends since childhood.

Until one day, things began to change between you two.

Noctis became short-tempered and irritable with other people. You've noticed him snap at the boys in school, boys you've known well enough to be flirts and playboys. Noct wouldn't let them get close to you like he does and he watched over you like a hawk. He would walk you home and make sure you were safe. Of course, Ignis would protest but the adviser stopped eventually.

One afternoon, the three of you were left alone in the classroom. Prompto stretched his arms as far as they could reach.

"Finally! All shots have been posted and printed," he said. "That should be enough for the club."

"Can't wait to see them," Noctis said.

"Actually," Prompto relaxed his body. "I brought my camera here with me. There were some pictures the club didn't take 'cause they had a number limit. So you get to see them at their rawest form! Unedited and completely scandalous!"

The three of you laughed and gathered around Prompto's chair while he pulled out his camera. It was a new model, a gift from his parents, and it had a Chocobo lanyard you and Noctis gave him last Christmas.

"Here," he pressed the start button. "Just press the left button."

Images filled the camera's screen and the three of you looked through together. They were mostly pictures of the school festival with paper decorations and painted booths. The school hallways were packed and teeming with students and you could still remember the smell of food wafting through the air.

"I miss the pancakes," (Y/n) said. "I wish I asked for the recipe."

"I gave Iggy a sample and he said he'll try and replicate it," Noctis said. "I'll tell you when he's ready."

"Thanks. I could already imagine the taste!"

"Look! Noct looks kinda funny here," Prompto pointed at an image where Noctis had his face scrunched together as if he was caught mid-sneeze.

"Hey, delete that!" The other one exclaimed.

"Sure thing," Prompto said. "But remember, I do have back up files."

Noctis groaned and rolled his eyes. "Alright. I'm sure you have some embarrassing selfies here."

Prompto whistled confidently while his friend rummaged through the camera. "You wish."

But after a few more scenic images, he found nothing but pictures of other students. Silly poses, stolen shots, candid expressions. Until he stumbled upon a familiar face.

"Prompto!" (Y/n) glared at the blonde.

"What?" He looked at the camera screen. "You look fine. I couldn't pass up the chance. The lighting was just too good! You should be proud."

Noctis said nothing as he continued to look through and this worried you. 'He's unimpressed,' you thought. You checked your watch and straightened up.

"Well, looks like it's time to go."

"Wait, I'll walk you home," Noctis quickly offered but you shook your head and smiled.

"Thanks but I'm meeting up with a friend. I'll see you tomorrow though," (Y/n) said with a wave. "Bye!"

"See ya!"

"Bye..."

After you left them, the two remained in the classroom. According to Prompto's retelling, Noctis continued to look through the photos when he noticed him going back to previous shots as if he was looking for something again. Perhaps a detail he missed.

"Whatcha lookin for, bud?" Prompto said but Noctis said nothing until his finger came at a stop.

"Found it."

It was the picture of you in the soccer field after the school festival.

"Could you send this to me?" Noctis said.

"Uh, sure thing," Prompto said. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

"I just...didn't know what to say," he admitted.

"You could've said she looked pretty."

"She does. She really does," Noctis chuckled as he admired the photo. You were wiping the sweat off of your brow while looking at the sunset. The light fell on the side of your face and there was a tired but satisfied smile on your lips. The lighting was perfect indeed but the subject made the whole picture more captivating. Noctis felt something warm spread on his cheek.

"You like her, don't you?" Prompto finally said.

"Maybe more than that..."

Prompto punched his fists into the air and his chair slammed on the floor once he stood up, cheering and singing at the top of his lungs.

"I knew it!"

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I G N I S

The "straight laced adviser", as everyone liked to call him but as for you, your relationship with him has been strictly professional to not have any nicknames nor friendly conversations. To ease his workload at the Citadel, King Regis himself insisted that the adviser should have an assistant to help him in his job and not because he was incapable of handling his duty well but because he needed someone to catch other matters that would normally fall in his hands. And that was your job. You were mostly in charge of managing finances for the prince such as his needs and his wants and that included his apartment bills and allowance.

If he needed something, he would simply need to ask Ignis who will then ask you. It was a very tedious task of calculating and balancing but it was entrusted to you and so you did it to the best of your abilities. That's how it's been for two years.

"(Y/n)," Ignis called. "Are you occupied with something right now?"

"Not at the moment, no," you squeezed your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you dropped your groceries on the table.

"Would you mind coming over to my apartment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you. And please bring the logbook," he said. This was a normal occurrence. You've been asked this favor a couple of times even if it was beyond work hours and you were fine with that. You kept Noctis's bills properly recorded in a physical logbook and on a computer file as back up.

Fortunately, you lived in the same floor as Ignis does so visiting wasn't an entirely unpleasant trip. You knocked on his door and it opened with a flavorful aroma, the smell of red sauce softly bubbling in a pot. Ignis stood by with an apron around his waist and his hair down on his forehead.

Before your nose could get ahead of you, you looked at Ignis and smiled.

"I won't stay too long so you can enjoy your dinner. If you'd like, I could just leave the logbook to you."

"Thank you," he said. "But there is still something I'd like to discuss." He closed the door behind you and the two of you proceeded to the dining table which was mostly used for your meetings with him whenever you visited. Instead of it being at its usual empty look, a set of plates for two were prepared.

"Oh, you have a date coming over tonight?"

Ignis almost spluttered at the wooden spoon he held against his lips. He was taste testing the food he prepared for them, for the two of them, and he was caught off guard by your question. Surely, she should have realized by now that this was a set up?

"No..." he managed to answer. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to stay for dinner while we...discuss some things. I assume you have no other plans?"

"None at all, really. There's not much to do after work hours and with our jobs, it doesn't really stop, does it?" You chuckled. "It's a 24/7 thing."

"It doesn't," Ignis agreed. "Although I am grateful."

"So am I. I can't imagine doing anything else than this. It does get tiring though. But it always makes me happy to be of help to others."

Ignis hummed and pulled a dark bottle from his shelf and prepared two wine glasses. "Would you like some?"

You shook your head. "Nah, I don't want to get distracted later. You know, when we talk."

"But we are talking, aren't we?" Ignis sat beside her and crossed his leg over his knee. Something sparked in his eye and you couldn't put your finger on what it was but he seemed more relaxed. What was really going on here? Was the supposed meeting just a pretense for a date? Not that you minded, of course. But you would have appreciated being told in advance so you could wear something more casual than this morning's work clothes.

"Ignis...I don't understand what's happening," your heart hammered in your chest. "Is this a date?"

"I apologize," he said. "I should've been completely honest with my intentions in the first place." Intentions? What did he mean? "There is something for us to discuss in terms of finances but nothing urgent enough. I've invited you to come because..."

"Because...?" You looked at him hopefully but he avoided your gaze. He couldn't deny that he admired you for a while in terms of work ethic and moral standards. While he convinced himself that it was strictly professional, he knew to himself that in times of stress, he found himself looking back at memories with you. You were always so gracious with your help in the workplace and you never once complained about it to him. You never bragged about your achievements and never lazed around on the job. On the times that you were on a break, he has grown fond of your company and your laugh when it comes to his puns. Your eyes, your skin, your hair, your lips...

He cleared his throat and reminded himself that you were still waiting for an answer.

"Because I feel a strong admiration towards you and I wish to know you more beyond our," he gestured between you the two of you, "relationship. I apologize once more. If this bothers you, I can cease immediately and we'll call it a day. I can check on the logbook tomorrow mo--"

"Ignis, it's okay," you smiled and touched his wrist. "I'll stay."

He could've melted right then and there. Who knew those last two words could make him so happy? While there was still so much time for them to cover, he was glad he could spend it with you. Now that he was reassured the feeling was mutual, he couldn't help but accept the fact that he could be gently falling already.

#aaaa sorry if the last one sucked #but i can make a part two for iggy cuz it's meant to be slow burn #noctis x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader #ignis x reader #ignis scientia x reader #fluff #ffxv #chocobros #imagine

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silver-wield · 4 years

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So, I've been thinking about the plot, because shockingly, FF7R isn't about ships. It's an action rpg where Cloud is up against Sephiroth.

This line from him is part of the conversation the devs said was one of the first things they came up with, along with seven seconds until the end, which we know refers to the end of the world, but rather importantly, doesn't mention meteor. It's just the end. Which I think refers to Sephiroth trying something new from OG. Because he's failed a few times now.

The start of OG, and Aerith already has her eyes open and she's praying to the lifestream. Then she turns to look towards loveless Street and walks through the alley.

What's the prayer? Well, it could be to do with Zack, since she suspects he died already, but possibly not. I'll explain why in a bit.

The end of OG and beginning of Remake align. Aerith is shown in a similar position to the beginning of OG, only she now opens her eyes. Remake Aerith does the same. The suggestion is the story of OG happened and is happening again, only with Aerith aware of it.

But, unlike OG, Aerith looks away from loveless Street in the opposite direction. The devs have said this is because she senses the whispers, but they were vague about when she came into contact with them before. She then runs towards loveless Street as though driven that way. The implication could be she wasn't going to go there unless the whispers made her. Was she already challenging fate?

Yeah, Biggs is a suspicious type, but the second I heard him say this particular word it reminded me of FF15 and the Omen trailer, which shows Noctis on a journey alone to fight. This turns out to be the wrong path and when he fails time resets to the point before he leaves, so the current FF15 playthrough shows his journey with the chocobros instead. At the end of 15 we hear Gladio in a voice over about "some bad omen" that echoes his line from the beginning of the game. This suggests time reset again and will until Noctis finds his ideal ending.

This was a manipulation of time to "make things right".

Back to Remake.

We hear about the will of the planet encompassing all time from inception to end, which remains fixed on a set path.

Aerith in OG didn't know how to use her cetra powers well enough to stop Sephiroth, but at the end of OG it's possible she sent that knowledge she accumulated back to her past self.

This is the meta knowledge Aerith acquires in Remake. The whispers are against this because she shouldn't know anything. It's not about perpetuating a bleak future or going against humanity. It's because Aerith is cheating fate. She's taking the role of an arbiter to change things. It's why she says every time they touch her she loses a part of herself. They're taking back what she knew and leaving her fumbling along an unknown path, but it's not unknown to them because it's the OG path. It's why their destruction isn't permanent. Fate can't be killed. It's the will of the planet. All they did was remove its influence for awhile.

Sephiroth has also acquired the same knowledge because they are each other's foil. What she knows, he can learn too. Probably before her tbf, since he sought knowledge and she hid from it.

Sephiroth knows she's trying to end the cycle of unending fate. They go against Sephiroth, sort of triumph, but not good enough, so it begins again. He wants the whispers out of the way because they ensure he loses. Now he has a chance to win.

This also ties into this being the last in the compilation. Things will end.

Back to the OG prayer. Maybe OG Aerith was given hints about the future too, but because she wasn't as powerful or ignored everything out of fear she didn't pay attention to things until it was too late. She lived in her own delusion that if she acted ignorant it wouldn't happen, but as we hear from Red, the planet's will can't be denied. It can be diverted with some changes, but eventually everyone is back where they belong.

Remake Aerith admits she's afraid, but is resolute in doing the right thing, possibly because she's seen more than one previous path.

A path before OG Aerith where she gave up and did nothing.

OG Aerith, who half-heartedly embraced her destiny and was still too late.

Now it's Remake's turn and she's barging through every OG obstacle. She's dragging everyone into her friendship circle before they even know who she is, she's telling Cloud she has someone special and preemptively rejecting him, she's becoming bffs with Tifa, protecting Barret from his impulsiveness and letting everyone know Red is a child. She's telling them Sephiroth is a bigger threat than Shinra and confronting him in the drum and final battle. She's resolved to making things right for everyone, even though she knows it means she'll still die in the process because the ultimate fate of the planet can't be denied and her place is within it, alongside Zack, whose fate she also changed temporarily.

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir #aerith gainsborough #Final fantasy 7 remake theory #Final fantasy 7 remake fighting fate

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moonraccoon-exe · 4 years

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Hi, Connie. I know it's been a while since you did any headcanons and idk if you still do them, but I'm curious of your opinion. I realize the wall is one giant quarantine bubble, but the people are still free to do as the please inside it. How do you think each of the chocobros would handle an Insomnia-wide quarantine like what's going on in most of the world right now? What if one of them got sick (assuming a FFXV equivalent of COVID-19?) How would Regis, as King, take care of his people?

PS: Aparently the Keep Reading line is having some troubles. May appear right under the question (how did it get THERE?) or nowhere at all lol pls forgive tumblr he trying.

HEEEEEEEEEELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s definitely been a while since I did any headcanons, but that’s because school has kept me busy like crazy, and when I have spare time, I put it into my two big fanfics going on (I don’t want people to wait too much!) but I’ll definitely keep doing these, every single one of them, until I finish, even if it takes me years and years <3

The ask prompts are one of my favorite things in the world so of course I’ll keep them going!

HOH

YOUR PROMPT IS SUPER INTERESTING!!!!! AYYYYY, let’s see what this raccoonie brain has there!!

FFXV Insomnia in a quarantine

First things first, the government

Regis, as King:

Regis is going all the way into making sure EVERYONE can stay home.

Regis is going to ask the other countries to lend Lucis money. As in. M I L L I O N S.

“Your Majesty, you ARE aware we’re nowhere half to repaying that debt in a near future?”

“THIS IS A LITERAL PLAGUE WITH NO CURE YET THAT’S KILLING DOZENS SOME OF WHICH THEIR FAMILIES CAN’T SAY GOODBYE TO AND YOU W O R RY A B O UT T HE E C O NO M Y ¿¿¿? ?!??”

Regis has brain and, most importantly, humanity. He’s definitely going to put the country in debt for the next 15 kings is that helps people right now.

Mostly because he’s aware it’s no one’s fault.

Regis is announcing what he’s going to do to keep people safe publicly:

The next three months of any loans are forgiven. Mortgage, rent, water, electricity, and all the public services will be free for the next three months. If you own any debts, be it a house or a little clock, you don’t have to pay on the next 3 months, and instead that amount will be divided into future months in small amounts so it’s recovered in the medium or long run. No one needs to spend one gil in any of the basics, don’t worry about that, it’s covered, government’s got you, SO PLEASE STAY HOME.

Regis is aware that some people can’t stay home because what little they earn is what they spend in basic food; Regis is going to spend lots of the money he burrowed in them.

Regis is going to pay as well to teachers and artists for online classes and entertainment, because he’s aware of the mental/emotional distress people can be in after certain time indoors.

Regis is going to put most the money in the medical and cleaning services.

Regis is going to keep online and phone polls for people to fill in particular cases (I still need to go out because I need to go look after my mother each friday, I still need to go out because I need to go get medicines each certain time at this district) so the Citadel’s intel know best what to do.

Regis is going to make sure to have teams sanitizing public transport and places everyday.

Regis is a no-game man, dammit.

((Regis is the reason Insomnia only needed three months before being free))

Makes sure the media broadcasts not only the death cases, but also and most importantly the healed cases. Not gonna let the media get stupid with this for money or paranoia, no sir

Noctis, as prince

DID YOU THINK HE WAS JUST GOING TO MOP, THIS IS THE PRINCE

(Remember the game tells us he was a damn good prince as in politically? what a bean <3)

Noct was taken more off guard; Regis acted immediately like a (good) madman, Noctis still needed a bit to process it

Noct is who comes up with some ideas that Regis puts into action (the phone/online polls, the online classes, for example)

Noct too manages some of the intel going on during quarentine to see how the city is progressing and how else they can help.

Noctis is in charge of the interviews along the...health minister (?) everyday, while Regis stays at work and intel.

Noctis makes sure to do a livestream each certain days to greet the people, answer questions, or just have a bit of fun, and to remind them to stay home and to keep the spirits up. We know Noct would rather rot in boredome in his sofa because Sleepy Boy, but he knows the effect he has on his people, so he does the livestreams for them; to keep them entertained, informed, and simply to keep them sane.

Noctis came up with the idea of making an app/text service for those that suffer of domestic violence; “staying home” sounds easy to him because he has a huge house and a good family, but he’s aware that not do everyone.

(Putting a keep reading here)

Noctis

Sleeps it away lmao

Honestly Noct doesn’t have much troubles with the whole “stay home” thing. He likes home. He LOVES staying home. LET HIM STAY EVEN AFTER QUARENTINE IS OVER.

Noct has videogames and his bed. You don’t need to tell him twice to stay home.

Noct sleeps most of the day.

Noct decides to not shower everyday.

The only trouble Noct goes through is that his room starts getting super messy everyday and Ignis isn’t going to appear to help him out.

Noctis spends his time doing homework and mumbling about how “teachers didn’t use to give us this much homework until quarentine, this is just their excuse goddammit fuck this shit”

I feel you Noct

Besides that, videogames, trash food, and sleeping.

It’s 9 pm, he’s in pajamas. That he hasn’t taken off in three days.

It’s 6 am and Noct is out of bed. He hasn’t slept since 2 am.

What is this guy’s sleep schedule.

Despite the careless and carefree attitude, Noct still worries. He still has to stay the most informed, as the prince, of the international and national situation, and it sometimes gets stressful.

When Noct sees numbers grow and a gloomy future, he gets stressed but won’t say it; that careless attitude is his way of coping. Like pretending it’s not true.

Noct worries about the poor, too, and the low and working class. He too came up with more ideas along with Regis to keep them safe too and not force them to work while the middle and upper classes stay indoors like it’s not the big deal.

Noct thinks a lot about Prompto. He knows he doesn’t need to go out too much, but he also knows how much of a terribly, horribly emotional distress Prom is in when staying at his house for too long.

Noct takes up on video-phoning Prom, everyday. His best boy can’t be sad, stressed, or messed up, and he’s going to keep him sane and cheer him up everyday.

Noct may or may have not ended up inviting Prompto to spend quarentine at the Citadel with him. He hadn’t finished saying it when Prom was already at the Citadel’s door asking to be sanitized before going in.

If he got sick, everyone around him would be more scared than him LMAO

“OHNOTHEPRINCEISILLHE’SGOINGTODIEIAMNOTREADYFORTHISNOOOOOOOOO”

Noct: so can I skip online school like this?

He’d be looked after with almost paranoia, there’s only two of the Lucis Caelum alive and honestly losing the heir and only one that can have kids at this point to the virus woulnd’t be very epic on history books

Noct IS worried, just pretending he’s not.

Noct is going to avoid Regis LIKE A PRO. He’s going to ask to live somewhere else, will ask to sanitize his room and keep it locked, will ask that Regis gets nowhere near ANY of his belongings. Basically, Noct is going CRAZY over avoiding Regis...so Regis doesn’t catch it :’’(

What a pure bean

Even if Regis tries visiting him, and even if the whole place is sanitized and like a little bubble away of the rest of the world, Noct will still not want him to come inside.

Honestly, this is going to make Regis really, deeply sad and maybe even hurt. He wants to stay positive, but he keeps thinking of what if Noct dies to it, and not only dies, he’d also die without having held him for a last time or seen him.

They meet through the window. They phone each other and just touch through the closed window... :’) </3

Noct knows he may be over protecting Regis, but he’s honestly not going to have it any other way. He has way more than enough watching his old man grow old too fast from the Ring to run the risk of giving him this stupid virus. If he has to make his old man sad in order to keep him healthy, SO BE IT.

Ignis

He’s fine.

He’s just so cool with this.

“Ah, of course. A plague. It was our turn, as was expected.”

...w...what are you talking about, Ignis.

He’s barely impressed.

Master of following instructions, they told Ignis to stay home and THAT he did.

The store? The neighbor? Just an inch outside his main door? NO. THAT’S NOT INDOORS.

It’s not that he’s paranoid, he’s just not bothered by the idea fo not going out and he knows that the more he stays home the faster this will pass that he just. Stays in, sometimes not even looking out the window for a day or two.

Ignis still phones Noct each two days to remind him his room is messy do something because I won’t, or do nothing, the cockroaches will help you with the crumbs and leftovers in a day more.

Ignis isn’t bored. He still has home office and paperwork to do, the poor, young, miserable thing.

In his spare time he likes doing stuff he likes, as he normally didn’t have the time to do.

Ignis is making sure to call the other chocobros to make sure they’re ok. He’s particularly attentive to Prompto.

Boy is having video calls with Gladio because Best Friends.

Ignis attempts to do as your raccoonie; will try to finish two-week worth of his paperwork in one or two days t o have the rest of the time free LMAO

(I hope, unlike me, he’s succeeding at that)

Ignis worries mostly about others and the outside Lucis. He takes up on the advantage of being bros with the prince to suggest something, that Noct can suggest to Regis to make it better for as many people as possible.

If he got sick, he’d attend hospital and not go out until he’s 100% okay AND spent 2 weeks with no fall back into it.

He’d thank the doctors and nurses like every five minutes honestly. Iggy appreciates they’re doing such high risk job, keeps admiring them. Dammit.

He would accept no visits. Is it the prince? tell him to FUCK OFF.

Mostly the throne family Ignis won’t dare visit even after he’s healed.

“IGNIS IT’S OK YOU’VE BEEN FINE FOR A MONTH”

“TALK TO ME WHEN QUARENTINE IS OVER AND/OR THERE IS A VACCINE, GET THE FUCK OFF MY FRONT YARD”

Ignis is not overly worried about the illness. He has stupidly strong defenses and can see himself getting out of this. He worries just what’s normal but keeps spirits up with all the numbers of healed cases.

Go Iggy!

Gladio

Surprisingly, he’s taking this really well.

Gladio’s sort of more scared than the rest at the news; he was so prepared for physical enemies, the idea of an abstract, non-physical one suddenly sweeps him off his feet.

But he handles it well. So long he doesn’t watch the news.

Gladio won’t listen or read the news on the virus; he’s aware of it, he’ll take care and be careful, but he won’t read or hear numbers or updates, he’ll just live this out until it’s over.

Gladio takes his mind off it with indoor exercising, lots of it.

Gladio’s job was mostly physical, so he takes on the advantage that he has nearly no chances of home office to do stuff he likes; mostly, this nerd will drown in history documentaries on KupoTube, will watch the equivalent of Disney and Dreamwork movies, will read like the world is ending, and will take up on online courses.

He likes crafts. Okay? Leave him alone and let him give his baby steps into watercolor painting.

Gladio is video calling Noctis. To force him to exercise LMAO

“OY, NOCT, THIS IS PRE-RECORDED, DO YOU THINK I’M AN IDIOT? COME BACK HERE TO YOUR COMPUTER OR IT’LL BE WORSE”

Gladio is holding back a Desperate-To-Go-Out Iris.

She’s not irresponsible, she just HATES INDOORS LET ME GO OUT IT’LL BE JUST AROUND THE BLOCK

Gladio’s not letting Jared go ANYWHERE

“SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU AND I DIE, YOU STAY HERE, I’LL GO BUY GROCERIES AND DON’T YOU DARE GET ANYWHERE NEAR ME AFTER I’M BACK UNTIL I’VE SHOWERED”

Gladdy it’s ok :’)

A bit paranoid when it comes to others, though will still be a bit paranoid about himself.

Gladio is mostly calm about it; just a few times every now and then he’s stressed and a bit too troubled for an easy sleep.

Video calls Iggy every day because Best Friends.

Iggy keeps him sane, the baby :’(

Honestly, Gladio also makes sure that Ignis is ok. Ignis is always looking after all other three, but Gladio is who’s most aware of looking after Ignis. Ignis won’t say it, but he’s probably feeling very lonely after a month indoors, as his family won’t pay much attention to him. Gladio’s making sure to keep him happy, distracted, and in good spirits, and in company.

If he got sick, he’d probably have a very bad emotional time at first.

Gladio would cry and think nearly for sure that he’s dead already.

Not like in drama, he would seriously get sad and be very, very scared :’(

Same than Noct, he wouldn’t let Clarus near him or any of his belongings, nor Jared. Not Iris either, of course, but he worries more for the older men.

Gladio would probably not do very well emotionally in hospital. He’d spend there the necessary time, but then he would probably like most to be in an apartment for himself if available or in his room without letting anyone near.

Gladio will keep thinking of the chances to live or die, of how scary the idea of a virus with no cure is, will get really gloomy and negative on it.

His family try to provide emotional support, but every time they call Gladio just drowns himself in ideas like what their family would do if he died and it just makes him sadder

The doctors and Iggy are what keep his spirits up, to be honest.

The sadness lasts the first days. AFter that, Gladio’s going to handle the ilness like a DAMN WARRIOR

“YOU INJECT THAT THING, DOC, BRING IT ON”

A new treatment and the consequences are unsure? BRING IT ON.

Whatever it is, Gladio’s HEAD IN FOR IT

Baby boy just needed some time to process it. After that he’s just taking it so lightheartedly, even the doctors get cheered up at his bright attitude towards it.

“You’ve progressed on a 1%”

“HELL YEAH ONE PERCENT!!!!!!!!!!! :D”

What a beautiful boy omg

Prompto

This one is the chocobro that REALLY gets hit by quarentine.

Prompto’s not hyperactive, he can stay indoors if they ask him to...the problem is his house.

Prompto gets easily anxious staying at home for too long. He spent his childhood locked away in there, isolated. No parents, no friends, nothing. He stayed locked away in what was the toughest moments of his life. He doesn’t hate indoors, he hates indoors at his house. It brings all of that back.

Prompto’s trying to keep all the lights on to make it less like in his childhood; gets easily guilty remembering the huge debt the King put himself into so he doesn’t have to pay for electricity and now he’s wasting it.

Prompto gets easily anxious around food nowadays. Remembers it was staying indoors doing but eat what got him so fat and lonely.

(Prommy it’s ok, fat is not bad :(( this poor angel )

Honestly Prompto’s so busy emotionally stressing over being indoors at his house that the pandemic in the world isn’t even super concerning, it’s just as if there was a storm outside; he knows it’s bad and that not everyone can stay safe from it, but he’s just worried in his own situation at home.

His parents get to stay indoors with him for home office, which is as good as it is bad.

For some reason it’s not so comforting because it makes Prompto think of how absent they used to me. For some reason, it also IS comforting because unlike his childhood, at least they’re there now.

Prompto tries to make the best out of this and tries bonding with them when they’re not busy.

It actually works <3 They don’t get overly emotional or anything but they get to spend some good time together, watch movies, talk more, etc.

It helps Prom with the food issue that Dad does the cooking this time.

Good as his parents are with him during quarentine, it’s home, like the physical place what keeps gnawing at his emotional health.

Prom is going to try EVERYTHING to keep himself distracted.

Iggy phones him constantly, which helps a lot. Noct videocalls him everyday, which really keeps him up.

Prom is taking BUNCHES of online courses and classes, bECAUSE THIS BOY LOVES DOING AND LEARNING STUFF

Week 6 of quareantine, Prompto has made his own jacket out of kitchen towels. It’s...actually impressive.

If he got sick, he too would be paranoid.

More than sad, Prompto would be openly scared and nervous.

EXTRA

The chocobros as a Four:

They’re having online video parties and meetings.

The four got a pizza each. They’re video meeting, and pretending it’s the same pizza lol

“YOU ATE THE LAST SLICE HOW DARE YOU, I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT!!! >:’‘(”

The guys are showing their quarentine achievements to each other.

“Look, I’ve let my feet nails long because I don’t need shoes anymore and I shaped them like I’m a dragon haha”

“Oi look, I learned a new trick with my yo-yo”

“Look how GREASY my hair is right now haha. what do you mean if I’m attending the national interview later like this, of course I am”

The chocobros are sending each other online courses that they think the others or one of them will like

They’re having one of those online movie in different computers together.

Also multiplayer games because they can.

Ignis wins every time.

The chocobros are playing a 4-members Squad mode in Battle Royale games. Noct and Prom are okay. Ignis is the Pro. Gladio is the bait.

Iris:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Cor:

Cor is surprisingly calm about this.

Cor is spending his time meditating.

Cor has barely any paperwork, as his work is mostly physical, so he gets a lot of time free with Regis’ politics for a proper literally-no-need-to-go-out politics. Meditation that is.

Cor is phoning Prompto each now and then, too.

Prompto would answer happily that he’s fine and with no virus. Cor finally once tells him he’s not asking if he’s ok about the virus. Prom needed no more explanation and just said he was ok, if a little sad.

Cor is working out at home.

Cor is getting bored.

Cor is reading, watching series, or meditating, or cooking just for the sake of it.

Cor just has one problem. He’s a workaholic. You give him no work, this man starts slowly having a meltdown and descent into the abyss of madness. He needs to die of stress, how else do you expect him to live?

The first weeks were fine. After the first few weeks Cor starts getting anxious about needing work to do.

Cor you stupid thing

Cor is starting to get distracted in meditation because he keeps getting anxious about working in something.

Cor starts phoning Regis.

“Do you have any paperwork for me now?”

This is every two days.

Regis COULD have given him something. Regis doesn’t. Cor needs to learn to know how to be AT PEACE FOR FUCKING ONCE.

Cor is making paperwork up to work on lol

Cor was diagnosed with the virus. They put the virus in quarentine for its safety.

#ffxv #chocobros #ffxv headcanons #final fantasy xv imagine #coonanswers #coonheadcanons #AYE BOY THIS WAS NICE TO ANSWER #hopefully i can nail some more around these times <3 #I'm really trying to turbo do my homework...not working so far but im trying lol #noctis #ignis #gladio #regis #prompto #cor

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absolutelynoct · 4 years

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I'm sorry about your apartment, hope everything will get better soon! So, about the prompt, I couldn't stop the h/c thirsty beast that lives inside me: Noctis & any of the boys, you choose! They both get hurt during a hunt or ambush, but the other is unconscious and Noctis has to carry him to somewhere safe, which aggravates his injuries really bad (he didn't have time to use a potion). The other chocobro wakes up just in time to see Noctis collapsing and it's his time to take care of the other.

[Hello! I am sorry it took so long to reply to this! But here I am, finally replying! I hope you enjoy this as I had a lot of fun with this prompt! ^-^]

“Come on, Gladio,” Noctis groaned, his ribcage aching painfully as he held onto Gladio’s hand tightly and pulled. “I need you to wake the hell up already.”

It had begun as a routine hunt, one that Noctis and Gladio should have been able to do on their own. But as soon as Gladio was ambushed and wounded, Noctis knew that they didn’t stand a chance. They both fought as much as they could, but the moment that Gladio passed out was the moment that they had to get out. Noctis had warped them out of there, his last warp until he was too exhausted to do it anymore. He had his own wounds, but there was still too much danger, and he had to get Gladio out of there quickly.

“Dude, why are you so freaking heavy?” Noctis groaned as he pulled the unconscious Gladio through the desert and to the nearest haven. He could hear the sounds of bird squawking, animals and beasts grazing, and a wild howl of something else in the distance that he couldn’t quite identify. Everything was heightened right now, every fiber of his being alert to the potential danger. “Some Shield you are.”

In truth, Noctis was only grumbling because if he didn’t then he’d be crying. Gladio was precious to him, and the thought of him being too wounded to be conscious worried him far more than his own wounds worried him. His adrenaline was pumping through his veins, keeping him focused, but the thought of losing Gladio was enough to make him want to spiral. So he complained instead, knowing that he had to get them to safety before he did anything else.

Noctis reached the haven and struggled to pull Gladio up the rocky outpost, cursing himself that he wasn’t stronger for Gladio. Once he got them onto the haven, he collapsed next to Gladio, his breathing labored and painful. With a grimace, Noctis managed to pull a phoenix down out of the armiger and cracked it for Gladio.

“Oh shit,” Noctis said as he looked down, laying on his back and looking at his torso. There was blood, a lot of it. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, now that he knew Gladio was safe, he realized just how wounded he was. Before he could pull a potion out of the armiger, the edges of his consciousness began to blur, and he felt himself drifting away.

Gladio stirred the moment that Noctis slipped into unconsciousness, his body protesting at his movement. With a groan, he sat up and looked around, wondering how they reached a haven. That’s when he saw Noctis next to him, unconscious and bleeding, and he realized what had happened.

Panicking, he got up, ignoring his own aches and pains, and pulled a phoenix down and a potion out of the armiger. He cracked both over him, demanding that his prince heal and open his eyes. Gladio watched as the wounds on him healed, but he didn’t awake. What had Noctis done? It was his job as the Shield to protect him, and he had failed.

“C’mon Noct,” Gladio begged, looking at Noctis’s pale features. He looked like he had lost too much blood, and Gladio hoped that he wasn’t too late. When Noctis groaned just a little, he sighed in relief, knowing that he was at least alive. The only thing to do was wait now, knowing that Noctis was likely just sleeping off his exhaustion.

Gladio got to work, setting up camp, contacting Ignis and Prompto, asking them to meet him and Noctis at the haven. Ignis was concerned, but Prompto was panicked. Gladio assured them that Noctis would be alright, even though he really didn’t know for sure. So he did what was within his means. He started a fire to keep Noctis warm, set up the tent and chairs, and pulled the cooler out of the armiger. Once everything was set up, he took several blankets and gently laid them over Noctis, trying to keep him warm and protected.

Night was coming soon, and Gladio was worried that Noctis wouldn’t wake up at all. He sat next to Noctis at first, just watching him sleep, wanting him to be healthy. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, and he pulled Noctis into his arms, cradling him and holding him close. Noctis was pretty cold still, and the cool desert air at night wasn’t helping. Gladio kept him wrapped up and kept him close against his body, knowing that he radiated warmth.

“You better wake up,” Gladio grumbled, but it came out as more of a plea than anything else. He sighed, keeping his arms wrapped around the prince, trying to contain his own worry. He couldn’t. There was too much fear of losing Noctis. “C’mon, Noctis. I haven’t even told you the truth yet.”

Noctis remained still in Gladio’s arms, making Gladio sigh and look up at the setting sun, just now disappearing beyond the horizon. At the same time, Noctis started to come to, the warmth of Gladio’s body enticing him to open his eyes. It was so comfortable and calming, so familiar, that it pulled him out of his unconsciousness, his eyes still closed in his exhaustion.

“I love you, Noctis,” Gladio said, his heart aching. Noctis heard him and thought he was dreaming at first. But he wasn’t dreaming. Gladio was confessing to him, thinking he was unconscious. Noctis didn’t know what to do, so he remained still. “I’ve loved you for so long, and I don’t want to lose you before I get the chance to tell you. So you better wake up. I swear I’ll tell you. Just wake up.”

Gladio sighed, and Noctis took a moment before he began to stir. He didn’t want to make Gladio think that he heard something so personal accidentally, but his heart was racing at the confession. Noctis thought he was foolish for falling in love with Gladio, but to hear that he loved him too let him know that it wasn’t just an unrequited crush. Slowly, Noctis opened his eyes and looked up at Gladio as he held him in his arms.

“You’re awake,” Gladio said, relief coursing through him. Noctis was alive and awake. He was going to be okay. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” Noctis replied honestly. “Sore. Are you okay?”

“Just tired and sore, but I’m okay,” Gladio replied. He gave Noctis a relieved smile. “I’m glad you’re awake.”

“Me too,” Noctis replied. Slowly, he sat up with Gladio’s assistance, opting to remain in Gladio’s lap while he did so. His heart was racing, and he thought about what he could do to convey that he felt the same. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

Before Gladio could respond, Noctis leaned in and kissed him. Gladio was stunned at first, but then he realized that Noctis had heard what he confessed while he thought he was unconscious. He considered that Noctis was just messing with him, but then he felt how passionate and longing Noctis’s kiss was and knew that he felt the same. Gladio kissed him back, his arms wrapped around him, both grateful and elated for this moment.

“Nothing says I love you like almost dying, right?” Noctis asked with a breathless laugh, a blush on his cheeks. His heart was soaring, and he was almost grateful for what they went through. Otherwise, how long would it have taken for them to reach this moment? “Seriously, Gladio, I’ve had a crush on you since forever.”

“Well I’m not letting you go now,” Gladio replied with a smile. Noctis beamed at him, and he kissed Gladio again. “Let’s just not try and get ourselves killed the next time we have to talk about our feelings.”

“No promises,” Noctis retorted. They both laughed, and Noctis settled into Gladio’s arms. Both of them sat in silence, letting their wounds heal and their aches settle. They were comfortable, comforted, and finally together. Gladio couldn’t help but think that this was the best possible outcome to an injury he had ever faced. Staring out at the night sky, Gladio knew from this moment forward that things would never be the same. And that was, for once, a very good thing.

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