#NOCTIS LOOKS SO FLUFFY

[transtuvok]

HERE’S MY FIRST FANFIC!!!

[equinox-86]

A Charming Invitation ~ Sudden Fluffiness ~

♬ BGM: Endless Merry-Go-Round ♬

「Shin」 Kukuku... I see, he's going for the little one.」

「Noctis」 That's Subaru for ya! He's always been good with animals.

「Shin」 I could tell by the way he was looking at my familiars.

「Subaru」 Oi, do you want some nuts?

「Noctis」 Waah... Wolves are so cute. I want to bury my face in that fluffy fur and never let go ♡

「Shin」 Heeh~ I'm right here, you know.

「Noctis」 Fufu.. Since when do you enjoy getting treated like a dog?

「Shin」 Hah?! Watch your words! I'm a Founder! I could rip you to shreds in my wolf form.

「Noctis」 Shh... He'll hear us.

「Subaru」 Fluffy...

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A/N: Based on this Drama CD♡

I loved it so much 😭😭

[moonbeamgoddess]

Naptime's Over

Noctis x gn!reader

AN: I decided to keep this gender-neutral and where I don’t really describe anything about the reader so whoever reads this could have an easier time imagining their own character in this short story. Also writing this at 2 in the morning, as it’s when I suddenly get ideas, so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Word count: 400+

TW: slightly fluffy, talks about hunting, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

divider by @cafekitsune

“Noct, wake up!” I groaned as I shook the sleeping prince to try and wake him. The sun had risen high in the sky, indicating it was midday, and Noctis still hadn’t woken up from his nap. “Noctis get your lazy butt up!” I shook his body harder to try and pull him out of his dream. His eyes snapped open and he quickly sat up, his shaggy black hair disheveled as he frantically looked around the tent, seemingly shaken up from being pulled out of his sleep abruptly. “What?! What’s wrong?!” He quickly asked as he wiped his tired eyes to try and help himself wake up. “Nothing's wrong, I just needed you to get up. Ignis says we’re leaving camp.” I shrugged at Noctis and started packing his things now that he was awake.

“Jesus, you nearly gave me a heart attack, I thought Imperials were attacking us.” Noctis groaned as he rubbed his hands down his face, his glovelet slightly scratching at his skin. “If we were being attacked by Imperials at camp, I’m pretty sure Gladio would have dragged your sleeping butt around to wake you up.” I laughed as I rubbed Noctis’s head, messing with his hair, which caused him to swat my hand away. “Haha” Noctis rolled his eyes as he started to move himself out of the tent.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?” Noctis turns towards me as he stretches his arms up, his shirt lifting and letting his abs peek out a bit. “Well, we have some hunts to do and a royal arm to find, so be prepared to be exhausted at the end.” I smiled at Noctis as I playfully poked his exposed stomach, which caused him to yelp and pull to cover his stomach. Noctis rolled his eyes as he was dreading what was lined up for today.

“Hunts again? I still feel gross from that Malboro we fought a couple of days ago.” Noctis sighed as he walked over to where the rest of the gang was sitting, he greeted Prompto, Gladiolus, and Ignis and grabbed his lunch bowl. “Yeah, and I can still smell it.” I teased Noctis as I pinched my nose and pretended like he still smelled. “If anything, it’s probably you that stinks.” Noctis stuck his tongue at me which made us both laugh. “Well, just think of the hunt as a way to make enough gil to stay at a hotel, my back has been aching for the feeling of a soft mattress and not rocks or dirt.” I sigh and dreamily think about finally getting to lie in bed after camping out for a while.

“Welp, we better get heading out. Don’t want to keep the daemons waiting.” I smiled as I stood up and started helping Ignis and Gladiolus pack up the camping gear into the trunk of the car. It was going to be a long day indeed.

[vee-beeee]

Games

HIII

Another short fluffy and crack one one for yallll, because Im trying not to write 3 million words LOL

If you know what video this is from, you are a certified hood banger

Premise: The boys are a littleeee competitive

just a tad

but so are you

Warnings: anger, swearing maybe, big baby rage mad boys, poor gladio

Chocobros x reader

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"UNO"

"Prompto, I swear to god, if you win again ill kill you"

"I'm joining in on that"

"Anything for his majesty"

Sooooo you were currently sitting at a picnic table, cards in hand, watching 3 angry men stare down a VERY scared Prom. The poor guy chuckled and shied away from the group while Noctis silently took his turn, slapping down a card as he continued to glare at the blonde. Ignis took his turn and as always, he took 5 minutes to analyze his cards. You bit the inside of your cheek, and looked down at your own cards, feeling a little bad for Prompto. But he had won 3 times already, so that made any guilt you felt fade away. This was war.

As you scanned your cards you found a pretty deadly one in the mix. Should you do it?

Should you play a +4 on Gladio when he only had 2 cards left?

He might actually strangle you, nobody would be able save you.

Oh well. You will die a peaceful death, suffocating in his bicep.

Your turn

"NO WHY" Gladio yelled out from next to you when he saw the card you gently threw into the pile, making you cringe away from the burly man. Noctis burst into laughter, and Ignis joined in silent chuckles when he saw the card.

"Y/n, baby, why would you do this too me??" you closed your eyes and sighed, slowly facing the man. You cracked one peeper open to see that he looked SO depressed, his shoulders were hunched and he was grumbling as he grabbed the extra cards. Feeling bad, you brushed your arm against his and gently leaned up to kiss his cheek. He just glared at you, and continued pouting.

Gladio finished taking all the cards, and soon it was Prompto's turn. Everyone waited with bated breathe as he sighed a reluctantly took one more card. Cue everyone cheering.

Prompto looked like a kicked puppy, so you leaned over to him to give him some encouragement. Kinda

"Just remember, you've won 2 times already" you winked and pulled yourself back to your original position as Prom reddened, and gave you a small smile. You returned it, and the game continued.

Finally, it was your turn once again. You turned to Gladio and saw him intensely staring at your cards, almost like he was scared of what was going to happen. You smirked to yourself and put down a regular red card, and you watched Gladio's body sag with relief. He exhaled and put down a green card (same number) without thinking twice.

And then everyone turned to Prompto, who sheepishly drew another card.

And then another.

And then another.

This went on for a WHILE

Prompto started screaming about how he "doesn't have a green" and your party started wheezing with laughter at the poor blonde.

Finally he managed to pull one.

Prom let out a relieved groan as he set down a green nine. He looked down at his massive amount of cards he accumulated and you counted that he had 10. You gave him a sad smile, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted.

By Ignis telling Noct "not to do it"

You looked over and saw the prince shaking with laughter, as Ignis (having seen the card being shown to him) was desperately telling Noct not to do something.

And then he put down a green reverse card.

And Prompto almost burst into tears. He cried out one final "I DONT HAVE A GREEN" while Noctis fell backwards with laughter. You looked around the group, and mentally took a picture of everyone.

Promptos look of absolute betrayal, Gladio holding on to his stomach and wheezing, and Ignis with his head in his hands.

And of course, Noctis on the ground.

You leaned your face in your hands that were resting on the table and chuckled, and slightly kicked the giggling prince who was rolling under the table.

You loved game night.

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Just a lil short one :D

I rewatched this uno video and I love it so much lol

HOPE YOU ENJOYED READINGG

[daddy-suguru]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ▸ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▸ nsfw, hints of gangbang, hints of pussy eating, hints of handjob, pussy kissing, maid!reader, mainly noctis and gladio, noctis made a bet for extra sleep, pussy inspections

adding a picture for those who don’t know them…this is them older around dilf age

Noctis pushes your panties to the side while you're bent over picking up some of his pants that he left on his bedroom floor. He runs his fingers up and down your pussy lips. And he says,

"I get to sleep in by an hour tomorrow." You stay bent over for Noctis, as you look past your legs and your eyes widen as you see Noctis's three friends and guards, Ignis, Galdio, and Prompto watching you.

He slips one of his long, thin fingers past your lips. And you hold your hand over your mouth as you whimper, "She is dripping still. You can touch her and find out for yourself. My friends here didn't believe you would still be wet for me after I was gone all day." You clench around him, as Noctis pushes up your fluffy black skirt up with his other hand. And he pulls his finger out, moving your panties back into place. So they can see the way your pussy looks puffy with your panties soaking wet.

Noctis moves in front of you, telling you, "So I wanted to prove them wrong, and for being a good girl, I'll let you have whatever you want tonight." He normally spoils you anyway, he could find any reason to reward you for. And he loves hearing a whine for him as you get more pleasure drunk.

You stand up and your skirt falls. You watch Noctis go sit on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to come closer with two fingers. And you walk over, he points down and you bend over, as Gladio whistles before he says,

"You've been training her, I thought you were a blushy virgin but here you are, being a cocky dom with your sweet little service sub. And one of your maids, no less." You press your knees together as Gladio walks up behind you.

Grabbing your ass with a large, rough hand, your face is burning. As you whimper, "Noctis," after hearing everyone but his friends call him the prince, it was nice to hear you the way you call out his first name. Noctis encourages you by telling you, "Use your words for me, let me hear your pretty voice."

"How far are three of them going with me?" Gladio takes his hand off your butt and you push your hips back. As Noctis smiles and tells you,

"As far as you want them to go, all of them are going to inspect your pussy so they can see I'm not lying. You can always use your safe word and this all stops." He had talked about this with you beforehand, that his friends all found you attractive.

It had happened when you were doubting yourself. He was also really worked up that night from a very stressful day

"I'm good, I want them to see how wet I am waiting for you. I've been thinking about having your head between my legs." Gladio gets on his knees behind you and pulls your panties halfway down your thighs, stopping just past your white thigh-high socks.

Gladio asks you, "Do you want me to eat you out instead? You can sit on my face. And Noctis can watch me make a mess out of you. While you use both of your hands to make sure that Iggy and Prompto aren’t left out.”

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[dribdrab]

Just a little headcanon/FF7 epilogue idea that i couldn't get out of my head. More like a cinematic storyboard than proper prose. we're going for fluffy redemption. but realistic. am about halfway through rebirth so may adjust later or not

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Permanent twilight hangs over the glacier.

The air is brittle with dread. It starts with a low, spreading hiss as tiny cracks spiderweb through the ice. Then, with a hideous groaning and grinding, with echoing cracks that sound more like gunfire than anything natural, the barren grey landscape erupts, and the battle against Jenova's final form begins.

[Soundtrack: Jenova: Rebirth https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Kh0OPbKtYw&ab_channel=MasterSweet]

Zack is going into this fight determined to at least try to get through to Sephiroth before the end. Cloud thinks this is unbelievably stupid. He wants to keep his mind together, for this to be over, for his friends to survive. Or most of them. Don’t think about that.

Jenova’s bulk remains hidden below the shifting masses of ice. The monstrous, bulbous, flailing protrusions that stalk and divide the party across the ice flow are plenty to deal with. Some spew oily, caustic bile that clings and eats away everything it touches. Some are almost mineral and fling spikes of obsidian like arrows. The worst look like they are cut out of a starless piece of deep space. A void, a nothingness that casts no shadow, and snakes its way silently into the heart. Cloud and Zack grimly dispatch one after another. Any short reprieve is a moment to scan the field for allies. Barrett, Tifa, Red, an indistinguishable knot of Turks. Still standing.

A familiar jolt snaps across Cloud’s vision. Aura, electricity, blue, green, cracking his mind like the ice. ‘Zack, he’s here.’ It is not a grand entrance today. One moment Cloud is standing, and the next he’s thrown skidding, barely able to parry Sephiroth’s strike. Metal rings on metal rings on metal, echoing back from the cliffs, and it almost feels clean after Jenova.

Zack speaks insistently to Sephiroth the whole time. Names, missions, honor, friends, memories, places, Loveless, anything. (This probably gets him through as well, Cloud realises later.) Cloud thinks he sees the tiniest hesitation in Sephiroth’s unearthly slitted eyes at the mention of Angeal and Genesis, but the onslaught continues. If it’s there at all, it’s not enough.

Zack catches Masamune in a bind while Cloud shatters an encroaching piece of Jenova.

Zack is shaking with effort, and with hope, and with rage as he looks past the locked swords and sets his eyes on Sephiroth’s. ‘Come back to us, Seph, please.’

Sephiroth seems to falter for a moment. The pressure of the bind lessens. Zack’s eyes widen.

Sephiroth’s eyes stay as malevolent as ever as he takes the opening to blast Zack back into the ridge behind them. It’s brutal and once Zack slides slowly down to the ground, he doesn’t get back up.

Cloud hurls himself at Sephiroth with a strangled yell. The initial flurry is so wild that both swords are knocked away in the chaos. Cloud draws his knife and goes for Sephiroth’s throat. Sephiroth catches his arm less than an inch before it connects and again there is a frantic fight for leverage.

Too long, it’s taking too long, Cloud thinks, as he notices the telltale hum of Masamune being summoned. Oh. He braces himself for the killing blow.

But it never comes.

Cloud is looking into green eyes that are free and alive, and then he looks down and sees that Sephiroth is clutching Masamune’s hilt with both hands and has buried it in his own chest.

[Soundtrack: Apocalypsis Noctis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB2CIDg_CUg&ab_channel=YokoShimomura-Topic]

An inhuman wail splits the air. Forks of lightning strike the earth and silhouette a staggering Sephiroth and Masamune against the roiling sky. Sephiroth twists the sword deeper. The wail intensifies, jagged glass, alien, wrong, and in Sephiroth's eyes there is another surge of clarity. He grips Cloud's arm. Fixes a desperate, shining, human gaze on him, using words and not words to say that Jenova's centre/heart/weak point is in the crater. Sephiroth collapses. Red blood pools in the white snow.

The radio network gets the message to Cid somehow. It could have been a minute or a hour but Cloud sees engine burn through the miasma as the Highwind launches its attack run on the crater.

On the surface, things are bleak. Bodies litter the glacier, and some of the water foaming up from under the ice flow runs rusty with blood. Most of the Planet’s forces have withdrawn to the solid land, dragging their wounded where they could.

On the empty battlefield, Aerith appears to Sephiroth and places her glowing hand by his head - a blessing. Only he sees her, and in his state he can’t really tell the difference between the snowy battlefield and Aerith’s luminous in-between world.

Cloud, Tifa and Red lead the charge. Not one person slows or falters, even when Jenova’s wrath rises up to meet them.

Aerith watches from the land as Sephiroth struggles to his feet behind the dwindling resistance and suddenly blazes with the Planet’s fire. Two white wings, more light than flesh, unfurl like a shield; like a challenge. Sephiroth drags Masamune out and abandons it on the ground. Though mortally wounded, he hurls everything he is into the final assault on Jenova.

In the explosion everything goes bright and loud and then there is no sound at all. Sephiroth ends up collapsed near Zack, lucid for just long enough to meet his eyes. ‘Welcome back.’ They both go under.

[silence]

The night sky and stars twinkle down as the clouds dissipate. Sephiroth's wings disintegrate. It's like blowing a dandelion. White feathers waft across the battlefield, and both SOLDIERs finally look at peace.

[Soundtrack: Zanarkand: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHQApVHWRyk&ab_channel=NobuoUematsu-Topic]

Sephiroth wakes up in a secure medical facility. Only short flashes at first - dressings being changed, IVs adjusted, Cloud injured but walking, slowly, Zack being treated in the next bed, a vase of flowers on the table, Cloud and Tifa watching through a window from the corridor. Comes to properly to find Cloud there, staring at the other bed, now empty.

'Is she gone.' 'Yes.' 'Zack?' 'You just missed him.' Sephiroth withdraws even further and will not communicate. Slowly starts being assessed/interrogated, Cloud watching occasionally but never speaks.

Tifa and Cloud talking about how weird this all is, what on earth happened in the final explosion/fight. Tifa notices that the flowers next to Sephiroth are the same flowers that have been there for weeks. They look as alive as when he first arrived. She does not mention this to Cloud.

Sephiroth dreams of Aerith. All very mysterious. 'I don't think the Planet is done with you yet.' Zack is there as well, with Aerith. Sephiroth says he should have died instead. Zack tells him he has no regrets and not to waste the second chance (but in a brasher Zack way obv.).

Weeks later, Cloud finally visits. They can barely look at each other, but both establish that Jenova's pull is gone. Ruminating on why Cloud was able to fight the control but couldn't win, Sephiroth broke completely and was submerged, and Zack seemed entirely unaffected. Zack knew exactly who he was. Cloud + Sephiroth remember him together for a moment before Cloud leaves.

Tifa debriefs with Cloud, encourages him to finally leave the building and get some air now that he is mostly recovered. Cloud is not keen. Tifa brings up the flowers, then: 'There's something else you need to see.' They take their first steps out of the building to find that greenery and vines and wildflowers have sprung up around the shabby med centre in the middle of the slums.

Cloud dreams of Aerith that night. She tells him that Hojo seems to have have experimented on Sephiroth not only with Jenova cells but also true Ancient samples from Ifalna. They remained dormant and undetectable due to Jenova's influence, but when Sephiroth cracked Her control, Aerith was able to awaken them. 'Not too much, though. He's still very lost. A wandering path, that one - I don't know where it will lead.'

'Does he know?' 'Not yet.'

Cloud visits a little more often. They still don't talk much. Cloud reluctantly confirms to those in charge that Jenova's influence is likely gone - he knows because he can feel it himself like a weight lifted. No SOLDIER has had an episode since Jenova was destroyed.

Sephiroth is allowed to leave the room for short periods. It is strange to see him do normal person things like read and eat soup and make tea. He is always locked up at night. He wonders who is changing the flowers. Gradually he realises that they are the same flowers.

Rumours of some kind of planetary imbalance start filtering in. Destructive weather patterns, long droughts, monsoons, wildfires.

Aerith appears to both Cloud and Sephiroth separately and while still being very mysterious, asks them to go seek answers relating to the Cetra and the planet and the imbalance.

Cloud and Tifa talk about whether this is a Very Bad Idea. Maybe, but honestly who knows when you're a normal person being buffeted daily by cosmic wills and mind control and planetary disasters. They talk properly about Jenova's influence on Cloud during their initial missions and how much deeper it must have gone with Sephiroth. Cloud shares his disgust for Sephiroth's upbringing with Tifa. They agree that while Sephiroth is a wild card with dreadful associations for them both, they do trust Aerith and will cautiously see what the future holds.

[Soundtrack: Not alone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyQCR-8Squ4&ab_channel=NobuoUematsu-Topic] I imagine the first flute theme is Cloud and the low strings theme that answers is Sephiroth.

Sephiroth and Cloud set off at dawn on Cloud's bike, driving down the empty highway away from Midgar. (It makes them both jittery to be forced so close together, but they're both too stubborn to show any weakness while the other is looking. It's certainly not a good idea to let go.)

The morning smells like smoke and asphalt and mako, and as the city vanishes behind them, it gradually gives way to fresh and green and freedom. Sephiroth's hair ripples in the wind and reflects the changing sky as the smog lifts. Burgundy, amber, silver.

Seph can't or won't summon Masamune anymore. When it becomes clear they will be fighting through fiends regularly, he uses a staff. His magic no longer works as expected. He finds this deeply frustrating but doesn't show it much.

Sephiroth learning to ride a chocobo is hilarious. He does *not* want help climbing onto its back. Cloud is absolutely fine watching him struggle.

Cloud is his prickly monosyllabic self but Seph notices he's always willing to help the people they meet when they stay in a town, and children always seem to flock to him.

Cloud is injured when a spell of Sephiroth's fails during a fight. Seph goes to patch him up - explicitly without magic because of how often he keeps screwing it up - and accidentally heals him with something innate. Sephiroth is very confused.

Camping in a rocky wasteland, Sephiroth wakes up to find that tiny patches of snowdrops have grown around the shelter overnight.

On the road, Sephiroth suddenly holds up a hand, indicating a monster ahead. Cloud asks how he sensed it so far off. 'I don't entirely know. The birds sounded different.'

Cloud eventually tells Seph what Aerith did. Aerith hasn't appeared to either of them for weeks so they're both in the dark about what it fully means.

Seph starts honing his new magic and quietly helps people they meet - healing small injuries, calming animals, encouraging crops and gardens grown sickly from the shifting weather. Cloud pretends not to notice.

Sephiroth and Cloud start sparring and working out how Seph's new magic can be combined with Cloud's when they fight against a common enemy. Cloud is cautious at every turn and Sephiroth even more so.

They find a small girl who has fallen down a ravine. Sephiroth takes away some of her pain, wraps her carefully in his coat, and carries her far off course to her remote village. He's able to heal a broken leg and some smaller things but during the long night it becomes apparent that there is some kind of internal damage. In the end neither he nor the doctor can save her. She passes on as dawn begins to break. Sephiroth is quiet about it as always but Cloud has never seen him this upset. For once Sephiroth doesn't shy away from contact and when Cloud puts a hesitant hand on his shoulder, he covers it with his own and holds it there. The next night they sleep back to back to be less alone.

Seph redoubles his efforts to master the healing magic. He's always up early, or up late when they camp outdoors, seemingly watching things Cloud can't see and listening to things Cloud can't hear.

Cloud notices that now when Sephiroth works larger healing magic, he clasps his hands exactly like Aerith. Cloud wishes Aerith would appear again, but she doesn't.

*Clifftop training montages, stunning wilderness vistas, dramatic staff magic/giant sword combo fights with sharply decreasing numbers of mishaps* …until:

Cloud doesn't hesitate when Sephiroth sees a slightly too-tall rock plateau ahead and dips his interlaced hands to boost him over. Sephiroth doesn't hesitate when Cloud extends a hand and grips his forearm to help him up in turn.

When Cloud takes first watch and a silent, familiar flash of silver stirs the shadows in his peripheral vision, his breath stays calm. A rough wool blanket settles around his shoulders, and Cloud leans into the steady presence, warmth, cut grass on a hot summer day very slightly before it's gone. Sephiroth notices but later tells himself he's probably imagining it.

They barely need to speak when they fight now. Each covers the other's vulnerabilities without thinking. A flick of a glance flows smoothly into a silent shared intention, and then bursts into a conflagration of burning slashes and iridescent refracting shield veils, and leaves a circle of fallen enemies.

Somehow it is easier to talk by the fire - once it has died down to glowing, gentle embers. Sephiroth tells Cloud what is supposed to be a humorous story from his childhood in the lab and looks up to find Cloud's expressive eyes fixed on his in pity, horror...disgust? Cloud abruptly reaches over and wraps him in the blanket as well. No, something softer in his eyes - compassion.

With more hesitancy than he has ever felt in his life, Sephiroth relaxes his head against Cloud's shoulder. Cloud doesn't let go.

It's nice to feel your heart start beating in time with another person, to feel their breath rise and fall and change your own to match. They stay that way for a while.

In the morning, a patch of little yellow flowers has grown next to the campfire's ashes.

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[Soundtrack: Fabula Nova Crystallis: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQ0Mi3YRtM8&ab_channel=MasashiHamauzu-Topic]

It's like something between Atlantis and Naboo when the Cetra settlement reveals themselves. All waterfalls and rainbows and shimmering air where the bare cliff face had been.

The Cetra will help, but won't reveal themselves directly given their small numbers, and what has happened in the past. Cloud and Sephiroth agree to be their intermediaries and to carry their secret. It's hinted that there are more Cetra and part-Cetra children in the world. (Really, how could Shinra possibly know with certainty that they had searched every corner of the planet?)

Much later, Sephiroth and Cloud return to Nibelheim. Sephiroth won't go near the centre of town, but one morning in the dark says he has something he needs to do. Sephiroth and Cloud walk to the reactor together and there is a familiar echo of dread. As the sun comes up and paints the sky crimson, Sephiroth faces the reactor. He kneels like Aerith at the moment of her death and calls up the full power of the ancients. The sky is gold. Plants and trees and greenery and flowers wrap themselves around and subsume the reactor complex; cracking foundations, returning the doomed experiments to the planet, crystallising the residual mako into a beautiful, glowing spring that reaches toward the sky; a monument to everyone cut down in Sephiroth's past life and a silent promise to atone in the time that is left. Zack and Aerith appear with the first full rays of dawn. Zack embraces Cloud. Aerith kisses the still kneeling Sephiroth on the forehead, smiles at Cloud, and they fade away.

[rosiewritesstuff]

Hey there <3 first of all I'm so happy there are other people except me still active in this fandom because oh boy I feel so lonely :') I just stumbled upon your blog and honestly I don't know if you're even accepting requests, but I'd be over the moon for some fluffy relationship headcanons for Noctis <3 he's like? the love of my life?? and really helps me keep it together nowadays. Feel free to ignore this if you're not comfortable with it, I'm just glad to see active people 🖤

OMG Thank you so much for your request! I came back to this blog and figured that the fandom was long dead. It makes my heart sing knowing that there are others that still wish to see FFXV content! I would love to fill in any requests you have to the best of my abilities! Send anything my way. But here is what I have for you. I totally went overboard. I hope you enjoy!

Noctis X Reader

Relationship Headcanons

Noctis loves videogames. He plays them all the time with Prompto. He even goes so far as to hang out at arcades. Thats where he met you.

He thought he loved videogames, fishing and sleeping more then anything in the world… That was until he saw you brandishing a controller shaped like a gun, blasting your way through a hoard of zombies. Prompto was off looking at other games, expecting Noctis to be trailing behind him. NOPE. Noct is watching you. You were really good, as if it you learned how to blast zombies the moment you learned to walk.

Turns out you loved videogames just as much as he does, and here you are.

You bet your ass that if you didn't have a gaming system, he would get you everything you needed for the best set up. He would even set it all up to look and feel like you. It would be a whole vibe. You want a cozy vibe? He's on it. You want a color theme, expect everything to be that color. He is probably more enthused about this than you.

When your system (Console or PC) arrives, he would be over the moon to unpack it with you. In your pajamas, you would pull everything out. Packing peanuts and bubble wrap surrounding you as if it were Christmas. He would insist that he is the master at videogames, and doesn't need the directions. He would toss them over his shoulder and proceed to try to set everything up with solely the use of his mind.

The two of you would make the best out of the moment. He would throw packing peanuts at you--- before you know it, you are both goofing off, totally off of task.

When back on task, He gets confused as to which hard drive fits where… where did the directions go? They were lost in the wreckage of your battle with the packing peanuts. Laughing and trying to search through tears, you would find them hidden beneath his butt. He would look at you sheepishly before taking it and skimming it. "I knew that-" he would claim with a roll of his eyes.

He would buy games to play with you. He is the kind of guy who would play Minecraft with you as a form as a date. But would you have it any other way? No!

Snuggled up in blankets and within his arms, you would build your world. Your beds would be next to each others. And you would do every task together.

Building-- He would get you supplies and help you build your vision.

Hunting and Farming-- he is getting you the animals and protecting them from the hostile mobs. Want a specific horse? He will travel across multiple maps to find it.

Mining? He is your strong arm. He is ready to take out the mobs that attack you. "Get behind me, I got this." he would state, and with the bravery of a true future king, he'd rush in. You get all the diamond armor, and tools. He has to protect the most important thing to him of course.

You are lost in a cave, he will come and find you. "I think I know where I am at," You would be laughing hysterically, moving through the blocky and dark environment.

"I turn my back for two seconds and you are gone," He is shaking his head, amusement reflecting within his tone.

"I got distracted by the cute Axolotls! Not my fault they draw me in." you would look up at him, watching his face light up with adoration.

"Let me find you, and we can make a tank of them. Just stay in one place."

You would play until late at night, and would find yourself dozing off, head on his chest. He is still dead set on building you this Axolotl tank, and naming them cute names. He would notice your screen below his, still staring at the same furnaces for the past ten minutes.

Smiling, he would look down at you, watching as you snuggled closer to his chest, eyelids fluttering from sleep. Brushing your hair from your face, He would place a soft kiss to your head. In that moment, there is nothing more perfect. You are his everything. He would allow you to sleep while he finished the tank. But knowing you, you wanted to search for the Axolotls together. He would turn off the console and carry you to bed.

His other love is fishing.

The first time he takes you fishing, he makes sure you are fully equipped for a great time. He makes sure you have food, a drink, and a chair so you are comfortable.

And if you want to learn how to fish, he will teach you in a heart beat. Standing on a dock in the woods, overlooking a small pond-- he would run you through the basics. Of course he is a pro, so he has one of the harder reels to fish with. The spool is an open face, making it tougher to cast without getting the line tangled. To mitigate knotting the fishing line, he would cast the line out for you.

"Each lure has a different specialty," He'd begin his lesson. His tackle box is organized by the types of lures. Top water lures had their own tray, soft baits the middle, and the lower tray had the deep diving lures. He would get you set up with the best lure for the environment.

He'd show you how to jerk the pole to attract the fish. After reeling in, he would cast the lure out again before handing you the pole. "You try."

You were unsuccessful the first few casts, and decided to relinquish the power back to the King of Fishing.

He would give you his baseball hat to wear, to keep the sun from your eyes.

As the sun slowly dove behind the trees, and the fireflies started their glowing ritual over the pond. You would find yourself sitting on the dock beside Noct, head resting on his shoulder while he fished. The sound of the crickets seemed to sooth you, warm summer breeze brushing against your skin.

You could feel the muscles moving in his shoulder as he reeled his lure in. He pulled the pole back, casting the lure back out to the pond. After a while, he would get tired of the lure he was using. That's where you came in. He would ask you to pick out a lure for him to use.

He had so many, there was no way you could pick the right one. Sifting through his box, you chose the brightest, most colorful lure. It was a top water lure, Which meant it floated on the surface. You were quick to hand it over to him and he fastened it to the clasp.

"Blow on it for luck," he moved the lure close to you. Looking between him and the lure you smiled with a questioning look on your face. Gently, you blew onto the lure. With his good luck charm, he casted the lure out and it plopped into the center of the small pond.

He reeled in for a moment, before something huge came leaping out of the water, attacking his bait. The man had never jumped up so fast in his life. He would set the hook. Quickly and urgently, he would hand you the pole and coach you as you reeled in the fish. And when you landed it, he helped you pull it onto the dock.

A huge largemouth bass was hooked onto your lure. "Holy shit, that's huge!" he would exclaim, getting the fish off of the hook. If you were bold enough, he would have you hold the fish. He would be in awe, taking a picture of you with the huge fish. If you didn't want to hold it, he would, and have you pose beside him. That was his new favorite picture.

He will forever call you his good luck charm. He never had anyone, even himself, blow on a lure before. It was a spur of the moment idea. and hell, it worked. Every time you'd fish together, he has you pick out his lures and blow on them for good luck.

That fish picture is the background on his phone. You would find him unlocking his phone, just to look at it. When he's caught up doing his Royal Duties, he will use that picture as a tether. It always seemed to comfort him, seeing your smile, wearing his old baseball cap.

He will tell everyone about how you out-fished him. You are the fishing master now.

Naptime was always the best when you were with him.

Netflix and Chill? More like Netflix and Sleep. He would find a movie that you both would like. With that on, the two of you would fall into a pleasant slumber. He would rub comforting circles into your back, fingertips dancing against your skin. It would take him no time at all to fall asleep in this state.

If you were to fall asleep before him, he would kiss your forehead, eyelids, cheeks, or nose and tell you just how much he loves you.

If he dozes first, you would snuggle close and watch him as he slept. His face relaxed, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheek bones. Kissing his cheek, you would snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

The sound of his breathing and heart beat would be everything you needed to fall asleep.

You two would wake up to the sound of the loud credits playing after the movie would end. "Wanna order dinner?" he'd ask, this voice deep from sleep. You would both agree and try to watch the movie again, this time with dinner in your laps.

This is my first time writing for Noctis, and I hope I did him justice! Thank you so much for your request! ❤️ If you have any others, feel free to send them my way!

[glaivenoct]

Hi :) Trick or treat! 🎃🍬

Ask Box Trick or Treat - Fic Edition

Hi there!! Happy hallow and thank you for sending one ^.^

I think I'm going to go with a fic idea for this one! It's not necessarily a new one, but it's one I definitely haven't ever mentioned on the tumblr side. ...I think?

The NyxNoct Furbabies --

I've been on the NyxNoct train since 2017, and in all the years I've spent gushing over these two, I've never been one to care for the idea of giving them kids, even just on their own as individuals or with other ships (if anyone out there likes playing around with those ideas, defos more power to ya, I'm not knocking it <3). At some point in one of my jobs I had a coworker who kept asking me really annoying/invasive questions about me having kids, and I decided I was going to project said annoyance onto NyxNoct. Particularly with Noctis, being an heir to the throne and all, I wouldn't be surprised if he gets asked shit like this all the time. And if I was ever going to indulge in the notion of giving Nyx and Noct kids - it was going to be of the fur variety.

So meet the NyxNoct kids!

Top Right: Nyx's baby, Rogue Bottom Right: Noct's baby, Reed

There isn't necessarily a set story/plot. If anything, this would probably just be a series of silly fluffy one-shots from different scenarios I've rambled into the twitter void over the years. Here's some basics tho!

Reed comes first. Noctis comes across him during one of the adoption events he's volunteering at - except there's no record whatsoever of this little black kitten being a part of the shelter's potential adoptees - all of their kittens are accounted for. He happens to be a random stray nearby, and he seems to be hungry. Noctis, being Noctis, buys a snack and shares with the little guy. He then proceeds to follow Noctis around everywhere. Later that night, when Noct goes to Nyx's place and shows up with the kitten cradled in his arms, Nyx just sighs and says "I knew this was going to happen one day."

Rogue doesn't come along until a few months later. Nyx happens to come across her on his walk home from late night watch duty. It's raining and he finds her as a puppy left in a box by a dumpster in an alleyway. The nearest animal shelter is a bit out of the way, so of course all Nyx can do is wrap the pup up in his coat and take her to Noct's place. Initially, Nyx will have no intentions whatsoever to keep the pup, but very quickly she worms her fluffy way into his heart and he decides he's not going to give her up.

REED: A fluffy black cat with bright blue eyes. Nyx says he looks just like his dad.

Noctis breaks the news to Regis with no context and just "You're a Grandpa now."

Regis is one of Reed's favorite people

Reed's favorite spot to sleep is the crook of Noct's neck. It always looks like he's wearing a scarf of fluff.

Reed and Nyx have a very playful "love-hate" relationship. Nyx often calls him "furball" and swears Reed is plotting against him. (He's fond of him tho, he really is)

Reed's 2nd favorite spot to sleep and/or perch is literally Nyx's butt. Noct thinks it's the funniest thing ever.

When Rogue comes into the picture, Reed seems to be indifferent towards her as playful as she is, but in a couple weeks he is actually very protective and snuggly with her at times. They become two furry partners in crime.

ROGUE: A fluffy australian shepherd with black, gray, white and caramel tones in her coat. Noct thinks its cute that she snores softly just like her dad.

Nyx heavily claims in the beginning that he is Not a Dog Dad, then proceeds to call Rogue "baby girl" when she trots happily towards him.

Rogue becomes the unofficial "glaive mascot" and will accompany Nyx to trainings. She gets lots of love and attention here.

Rogue loves to play fetch, but she has a particular version of fetch she plays with Nyx at times - which is essentially her running towards and jumping on him whenever he warps.

Rogue loves taking morning walks or runs with Nyx in the mornings.

She absolutely throws herself over Nyx and Noctis while they're cuddling because, hello, she would like attention too pls and thank.

Rogue has that younger sibling energy with Reed where she constantly pesters him while he's minding his own business. Reed will act annoyed, but then later that night he will sleep on top of her.

OTHER THINGS:

It doesn't become uncommon to see the royal furbabies around the Citadel, either both with Noct or Rogue with Nyx.

Regis happily refers to both as his grandkids and they are always welcomed to join for lunches/dinners.

Reed has sat in on council meetings. Noct says he's an official council member and his input is very valued.

Prompto is their biggest photographer and Noctis demands every picture.

When Nyx is outside the wall or even stuck on duty or training recruits, nothing makes his day more than getting spammed pics/selfies of Noct with the furbabies.

Rogue & Reed are Nyx's lockscreen, his homescreen is Noct smiling and hugging Rogue while Reed lounges in his lap. Alternatively, Noct's lockscreen is Rogue & Reed together. His homescreen is Nyx, lying face down on the floor. Rogue is standing on one side of him, staring down with clear concern like "dad are u ok? are u alive? dad? dad pls". Meanwhile, Reed is perched on Nyx's butt and staring directly at the camera. The context of the photo? Don't ask, just know it's one of Noct's favorite pics and Nyx hates him for it.

There are also nights where they all fall asleep together in a big cuddle pile. Nyx laying on his back while Noct curls up at his side, Reed curled into the crook of Noct's neck and Rogue at Nyx's side with her head on his belly. They are one happy little family <3

Sorry this one got a little lengthy!

[fairy-hub]

The feminine urge to get banged by evil sexy men 😩

FYI I still want Sephiroth from FFVII he's like my childhood crush I knew him when I was 10 or younger to fuck me

I feel that sweetness! The feminine urge to make evil sexy men cry by riding them till their an ocerstimulared mess all they can do is shake, whimper and hold onto for dear life ✨

Me @ sesshomaru for the past 11 years. I mean LOOK AT HIM

mmm pussy slutted out for him, legs spread open, butt arches in the air, face down

When it comes to final fantasy, I'm so addicted to Cloud and Noctis still the choke hold they both have on me unfathomable. I wanna feel Noctis beard between my thighs, pull on Cloud’s fluffy hair had and drown him

[sen-no-kotowari]

PGR JP Server 3rd Anniversary Message

As mentioned in the previous post, I will be doing a compilation post of the voiced message for the 3rd anniversary. This will be updated over time in line with both their posts on their official social media accounts.

You can read more about what their message is on the cut below (≧▽≦)

Lucia

Hello? Is this the Commander? It's Lucia. It's our first transmission after such a long time, huh. Truth be told, I can feel some kind of strange interference in my model. Is it because I'm far away from you and I'm not used to it that I have become more sensitive to such change? Or is there a different reason altogether, I wonder... More importantly, now that the mission sorties for the Gray Raven Unit have lessened, I, uhm... have this new pastime called stargazing. I thought about it from time to time, but the Gray Raven Unit is similar to the constellations in the sky. Although we've gone in different directions, if you connect each of the stars with a line, we form a single constellation. So even if we're all far apart from each other, the light we shine will always connect us. In our group, the one who shines the most is you, (Commander). If you're with us, we won't feel anxious on straying from our path, no matter how dark our surroundings would become. (Commander), I bid you the best of luck from here on. The Gray Raven Unit will always be here, waiting for your return.

Lee

Hello, Commander. It's Lee. It's been a while since we've talked like this. Everyone in the Gray Raven Unit are doing well. You once said before that we generally can find a solution even to the most difficult problems we face, but there are several problems right now that are beyond what we could resolve on our own that even drawing up a simulacrum couldn't provide a solution. For instance, hmm... Let's see.. Say, if perhaps there's a method to bring home someone who's doing their utmost best somewhere in this world. Huh? You haven't been away for that long? ......I don't think so. ...It's about time you return here. Your room is still the same, nothing has been touched. Although I think the way one part of how things are placed in your room are ridiculous, it doesn't feel strange because that's how you are. So...... ...Please come back as soon as you can. You hear me?

Luna

It's been a while, Commander of the Gray Raven. Surely I don't need to tell you who this is you're talking to, right? Big sister and I have heard a great deal of your and the Gray Raven Unit's “efforts.” What is precisely necessary so the aspiration you've once mentioned becomes a reality I wonder. Imagine that life could still bloom in these vast, afflicted lands. The resiliency of humans truly is surprising. Another thing is that lofty tower still has secrets to tell, its influence seemingly affects the Ascendant's Network. As of late, big sister― ...No, forget it. It'd be better if you knew nothing about it. I'm only here to tell you something. Don't do anything dangerous like last time. If something happened to your body, it has nothing to do with me. It would only lessen one more person to keep an eye on. So long. Let us meet again somewhere if you're still alive by then, (Commander).

No. 21

First, press this button here, and then this one here... Oh, it's a transmission from the Commander. Listen (Commander), I got a new model. Its ears and tail are fluffy. It's really strong and cute too. With this model, I feel like I can beat Noctis plenty of times. ...Hm? Why is Noctis laughing? Oh, since this is a voice call transmission, you won't be able to see us over the call. So hurry up and come back. I'll be waiting for you here. You want a simple explanation as to how did this happen? Hrrmmm, it's still a secret right now. I wanna see the surprised look on your face when you see me. I have so many things I wanna tell you until now, but I'll save it for another day. ...But... Be-fore that... I better obliterate Noctis, who's interfering with our call.

Vera

Oh, it's the Commander of the Gray Raven Unit. You just forcibly let the Cerberus Unit do your job, huh. Pretty ballsy of you to make me do your desk work. So how does that feel? Did spending your days with such a laid-back behavior until now suddenly make you feel sluggish? Or are you just not used to constantly being on a battlefield? Though we don't have enough of this " Commander " training apparatus in the Cerberus Unit's training room, would you like to try and have a first-hand experience? I can physically and mentally let you experience an instantaneous wake-up call from your slovenliness. Come, it's time for training. I'll have your private transmission channel blacklisted so my subordinates' focus won't wander off mid-training. You're welcome. I'm simply doing what I must do. Or were you expecting to have a conversation with me at your leisure? If that's the case... if you encode a certain document left on your desk and also dispose of the documents on our unit after you're done with that, then I suppose we can chit-chat for a few hours. I'll let you remember your combat senses. It'll be a problem if you die in battle. Noctis, No. 21, I'll triple today's training if you two keep on eavesdropping.

Noctis

Hellllooo? Can you hear me? 'sup there, Commander, long time no see. How are ya these days? Guess there's no need for lil' old me to worry 'boutcha, but hey, the weather's nice today. HUH!? Why the hell do you know 'bout how I recently procured a custom-made equipment!? …? Ugh, for real? So word's got out as far as your place, dang, that's surprising. It's not that big of a deal, really, I just got even more buffed. Whaddya think, Commander? If you got nothin' to else to do, wanna help me out choosing parts? Those guys don't understand my sense of taste and told me that all the parts I chose and thought was lit were “lame af,” ya know? They don't get me at all. Guess that just means that you and I are on the same wavelength huh. When I'm done with my thing, imma go to ya and talk 'bout it face to face. What business do I have witcha? It's, uh, just the usual directives. No need to worry 'bout it. ...Anyway! Just hurry up and come back, (Commander)! I'll be waitin' for ya here! I gotta go! Imma hang up now! ...Huh? Do I just gotta push this button here? Let's see... This transmission device...

Alpha

Was the transmission intercepted again? Tch... Well, it is what it is. Been a while, Commander of the Gray Raven. By the time you've received this message, I've already embarked on a new journey. Something is lurking in the abyss lately... While I could slow down its tracks, it might also affect those around you. That's why I sent you this message. Well, you can give a response whenever you feel like it. I still can't tell you where I'm headed for this time. But if you're dying of curiosity, I'll tell you when I will return from this journey. Wait patiently like the adult you are. Oh, it's gotten late now. It's about time I head out already. Let's meet again someday. When that time comes... our lives have become relevant to each other.

Selena

Conductor, can you hear my voice? It truly has been so long. I've been wondering since then what kind of scenery have you seen during your journey. I wanted to see them together with you if possible. I've continually been walking a long journey on a moonless night. At the end of that road, there was a figure of someone holding an iris in their hand, in a place shining with light. I knew that person was you. Conductor, I believe that you'll find me one day. I too... will be waiting for you. Speaking of, what I wish to tell you is that I've met this “Ayla” person before. While I do not remember much about my past, I recognized the feeling of how she is someone has become such a strong and brilliant person inside me. If our paths were to cross paths again, I'd love to have a conversation with her. Time's almost up. Conductor, let us continue where we left off on our dance the next time we meet. Let's dance until the song's finale. And ultimately, I pray that our dance will always continue for all time.

Karenina

Hello... He~llo? Commander of the Gray Raven, respond if you can hear me, dammit! D-don't get me wrong! I only contacted you 'cause there's something I wanna sound out! Teddy told me to “look for any hobby and take a breather” since I've always buried myself with work lately, so... I want your opinion on that. What do you think about music? Wouldn't it be cool if I tried playing the guitar or the piano? It might be unexpectedly interesting to form a band, stand on stage, and perform a song and dance. ...Hey, you're not thinking of anything strange, are you!? No, that doesn't mean I wanna show it to you or anything! I heard that playing musical instruments and dancing is hard, but I'm gonna easily master those since I'm a genius! Don't you think so? Wahahahahaha! Time to try it out this instant. Catch you later!

[jazzraft]

32, nyxnoct >:3 ♡

this and two other prompts have been sitting in my mailbox since march of last year, and I am so sorry about that! I know you won't mind that I deviated a bit here for the sake of general nyx propaganda. there's still hints of nyxnoct because I'm me, but I threw nods towards every other major nyx ship I could remember into this as well.

vote for nyx in this round of the most fuckable ff man! or just enjoy this silly nonsense as I continue to drag my ass out of my worst writer's block ever

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“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Nothing done for charity is ever dumb.”

Nyx rolled his eyes in response, trying so hard not to laugh at the prince’s pouting puffed cheeks. Noctis did not find it funny. Building barns for therapy chocobos was not a crusade he undertook lightly, and quite frankly? He knew his people. He knew that, if fluffy yellow chicks and dewy-eyed war veterans weren’t going to attract donations, than sex sure as hell would.

“I thought you were above this kind of exploitation, Your Highness,” Nyx said mildly, allowing himself to be pushed along.

“I’m not above anything for a good cause,” Noctis wheezed, leaning his weight into Nyx’s back as he all but shoved him in front of the cameras. “Those chocobos need houses and the veterans need rehab, so shut up and take off your shirt!”

“But you’ve already got volunteers!”

The whole tenth floor of the Citadel had been invaded by ring lights and photographers and drop sheets and clothes racks. Men and women from all of the Crown’s departments were shuffling about with half their clothes on, posing in front of cameras with a variety of different props. One man was drenched in way too much tanning oil, slipping into frame and trying for a smile that was too white on his orange face.

“Look at what I have to work with,” Noctis mumbled.

“He’s not so bad,” Nyx reasoned, appraising the man’s trim waist and broad chest.

“He’s greasy. And I don’t like his face. His eyes are small.”

“Wow, this calendar sure sounds judgmental.”

“This isn’t about him. This is about you, being a soldier, and therefore relatable, and also hot.” Noctis heaved the deliberately uncooperative glaive in front of an unoccupied drop sheet, punctuating every other word with the effort it took to get him in position. “Just think of your former brothers in arms,” Noctis said, gasping for breath. “Think of how their mental health could be significantly improved with some relaxing therapy riding.”

Nyx smirked, preparing an affected mockery for all of this being “in poor taste,” but Noctis stopped him before he could, planting his hands on either side of Nyx’s face.

“Yes, that. Hold that face while I find Prompto.”

“What face?” Nyx laughed, bemused.

“Don’t play coy… No, wait, do play coy! Do what you’re doing!”

Noctis could never really tell if Nyx was oblivious to his own sex appeal, or he knew damn well. Sometimes, he’d look at him with those innocent blue eyes and Noctis would think, “Oh, how cute, he has no idea.” Then, other times he’d pull that smirk, that devious little quirk of the lips that dimpled his cheek, softening the sturdy, scruffy line of his jaw. His eyes all of a sudden turned sharp, lids hooding and darkening the irises a stormy gray. The sly glint to them skewered Noctis in place, both terrified and attracted to the dangerous potential of that smirk.

Mercifully, the hallway doors banging open snapped him out of it. Unmercifully, it was Cor.

“Noct!” he thundered, zeroing in on the prince like a targeting missile. “When I said it was a no to the Crownsguard, a no to the Kingsglaive was also implied.”

“They are not the same things,” Noctis insisted. “You get to order one around, not the other. Drautos is cool with it.”

“Titus Drautos said yes to you pimping out the Kingsglaive for charity,” Cor said, dryly, not a question, pointedly not looking at Crowe Altius in a leather catsuit revving a fake motorcycle across the room.

“He encouraged me to use the Glaive’s greatest ass for good.”

“Asset.”

“So you agree!”

Cor sighed, witheringly, palm flat against his face. Why did reasoning with the Crown Prince always fall to him? Why did the word “reason” have absolutely no definition to the Caelum line of kings? He found out about this ridiculous affront to altruism through Regis when pressed on the prince’s schedule for the day.

“Oh, he’s just doing a sexy photoshoot for charity,” the King said over his morning tea, as flippantly as a comment on the weather. “I hear it’s going to be very tasteful.”

“Noct,” Cor said, presently. “It’s one thing to waste the Crownsguard’s resources, it’s another for you to – Ulric, put your clothes back on!”

Nyx blinked over at him, confused by the outrage, shirt halfway up his torso. He smiled, teeth peering from beneath his lips in a wolfish grin.

“What? If the Crownsguard thinks they’re above getting down and dirty to save a few innocent chocobos…”

“That’s not what I think.”

“And yet, I don’t see you stripping, Marshal.”

Nyx pulled off his shirt and Crowe whistled from across the room, “Yeah! Take it off!”

Cor wished this entire level of the Citadel would implode underneath him and take everyone else down with the rubble. Nyx rolled his neck, wheeled out his arm, and the whole room warmed up by ten degrees.

Miles of ochre flesh stretched before them, sun-bronzed and sculpted. A youth spent scaling canyons had honed those rippling abs, flexing casually with every breath. Straight shoulders, levied by decades of standing at attention, framed the wide planes of Nyx’s chest, no less devastating for the spidery scar bursting like bolts of lightning across his sternum. The thin line of ink around his arm strained as he worked his muscles awake – as if he were going into battle. Divots formed in his firm biceps as he moved, the ridges of his collarbone pulling out and in under taut golden skin.

“So, do I just stand here or…?”

Cor thwacked Noctis upside the head to knock him out of staring – as if he wasn’t doing the same. The Crown Prince sputtered something incoherent, then scuttled away to find Prompto. Of course Noct’s little blond cohort was roped into directing this nonsense. At least he had the good sense to look cowed once he was dragged in front of Cor.

“Oh, h-hey, Marshal!” Prompto greeted, sheepishly. “Don’t suppose you’re here to contribute.”

“I expected better from you.”

“Ignore him,” Noctis insisted upon seeing Prompto’s eyes go wide and watery. “Remember the chocobos. Nyx, sit on this!”

Noctis dragged an ornate divan into frame, his tiny body surprisingly strong when he was motivated. Nyx obliged the Crown Prince’s frenetic orders with that same roguish smirk, bouncing onto the plush blue cushions. Noctis scurried out of the way and gestured for Prompto to do his thing.

“Right, so, just relax,” Prompto told Nyx, fiddling with the camera set-up. “Lean your arm against there… okay, put your legs like… yeah, like that… Now, just look off to the side a little… Yeah, perfect!”

Prompto went on like that for a couple minutes, Nyx obediently following his lead. He sprawled across the divan like an ancient war general, casually awaiting news from the front or effortlessly issuing commands before he’d donned his armor for the day. He shuffled through a few expressions towards the invisible compatriot he was meant to be acting against.

Prompto would tell him to narrow his eyes as if he were displeased, his dark brows withering his whole demeanor with the barest crease of pretended annoyance. He’d ask him to run his fingers through his braids and open his mouth to yawn, as if the whole affair bored him - and the state of his undress was of no concern before his imaginary council. Nyx would lean his chin in his palm and wink at the camera sometimes, unprompted, and on reflex, Prompto would hit the shutter to capture the brazen flirtation.

“What else can I do for you?” Nyx eventually asked, after Prompto’s instructions had run as dry as his throat. “Any other way you want me?”

“U-Um… I don’t know,” he spluttered, rifling through the set of pictures so he didn’t have to make eye contact with the subject – instead just starting at the replication of his bare chest on film. “I think that’s enough, right guys?”

“What? Oh, sure,” Noctis said vacantly. (Cor remained mum.)

“It’s missing some spice,” said Ignis, startling all of them.

“How long have you been here?” Prompto squeaked in alarm.

“You asked me to be here. I’ve been catering all morning,” Ignis reminded him, dismissively – evidently it hadn’t been the first time. He glanced up at Nyx. “Try adding something that’s unique to you.”

“It sounds as if my presence bores you, Scientia,” Nyx laughed, wounded.

“Hardly,” Ignis said, and if Noctis didn’t know him better he would have missed the compliment hidden in that single, dry word. “What sets you apart from all the other glaives in attendance?”

Crowe was mussing up her long, brown tresses for the motorcycle shoot; Tredd was in a bath towel, face doused in shaving cream as he ponderously pretended to swipe it off with a razor; and Libertus was lifting a few of the volunteers’ kids off the floor by his biceps.

“I don’t know. I can do magic tricks?” Nyx offered, calling up a burst of flame to his palm.

The fire gave his skin a coppery glow, dancing shadows accentuating the even lines of his abdomen. The light deepened the links of muscle that built his chest and brightened the subtle tattoos marked upon them. It burned his silvery blue eyes into hammered steel, which shifted around the gathered audience expectantly.

“That’ll do,” Ignis said, matter-of-factly, adjusting his glasses as he nudged Prompto into action.

From the next setting over, a shirtless Gladio snorted, “Show off,” as his artfully damp abs shined under the overhead lights. (“Eyes here, please,” his photographer advised, to which he quickly jerked back to attention.)

A few months later, all the way across the Cygillian Sea, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret received a parcel with Noctis’ diligent dog-based correspondence. She loved hearing about his passion projects, praying that one day she may contribute to them herself.

“What’s he up to this time, eh, Pryna?” she murmured, idly scratching the messenger behind the ears as she reviewed Noct’s notes.

He had provided a small, desktop copy of a calendar he’d organized for his chocobo charity, which he had only just been planning the last time he’d written. She laughed now, as he warned her of its contents – as if she were so naïve to human anatomy, given her doctoral discipline. Lucians she’d never met posed in scanty costumes across a variety of different scenes, smoldering out of the calendar in the name of veterans across the country.

She was particularly drawn to the August spread, where a mohawked stranger in leather pants and nothing else reclined upon a gothic divan, holding fire in his hand. He stared beyond the page with lowered eyelids, face pressed into his palm, one tattooed finger lining his temple in an affectation of profound thought. Given the dark dive of his smile and the knowing mischief in his eyes, what he could be thinking of left little to the imagination.

She was just about to start in on her response – warring with herself if she should ask after any models in particular – when from over her shoulder, a slithering voice inquired, “My, my, who is this handsome stranger?”

Ardyn Izunia leered unabashedly at the provocative photograph, which Luna smacked him in the face with as she screeched, “Get out of my room!”

The charity campaign was a huge success.

[secret-engima]

Ok so I tried to read Deleantur verse like a year or two ago? It was a while ago, at least. I never finished it? I guess I wasn't in the right head space at the time. Still works out though, because I binge read the whole series in one day and fell in love with it.

The first fic is just ahhhh the angst and sort of found family vibes even if they are actually family, and healing and I just want to hug the fic tightly.

And then this ongoing fic is just perfection. How healing isn't a one shot thing, Deleantur trying to find a place in this new world while feeling a bit out of sorts/left behind/unmoored because his brothers are growing into their own person and have their own lives, and he's just, stuck.

He goes to Galahd and it's just hilarious misunderstandings and everyone is so confused, even him. I love the scene where he and Stella are dancing, it's just so fluffy and sweet, and he laughed! And then the last chapter with him taking on the role of king and leader once more because it's a duty and Noctis knows far more than most what it's like to have a duty and to be the one people look towards. But in Stella's pov, this is her husband, and she's allowed to be selfish on his behalf, because she can see how taking on this heavy mantle once more hurts him, and she wants to say no, to stop this whole thing, but she's the eldest child of the clan head, and she knows duty too. Just *chef's kiss*

I'm looking forward to see where it goes next!

*gently flops over*

OP you have no idea how long I've been cooing over this ask. It makes me so happpyyyy!!!

I'm so glad you've enjoyed Deleantur verse this much :D

[lemonsprite]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐱 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦

Summary: this is literally just a Cinderella AU I made three years ago and am finally deciding to post TT

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: parental verbal and physical abuse near the end!! Minor character death as well

A/N: I love them ugh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Prompto loved his mom dearly. Ever since he could remember they’d spend every second together, most of the time it’d be in their home’s illustrious gardens. She’d lead Prompto’s clumsy legs through a waltz underneath a giant weeping willow, bending down low to the ground just so she could be face-to-face with Prompto. The blonde giggled the whole time in delight. He was like a baby giraffe when he tried to dance, his lanky legs bruised from days spent playing outside bumping together in an unceremonious heap.

My sun drop.” She’d hum in contentment, pushing Prompto’s messy blonde bangs from his eyes. Her son would flash her a wide grin, showing off his missing canine and his mom couldn’t stop herself from smiling back.

Despite being a widow, Prompto’s mother had always wanted the best for him. She would spend most of her time playing with the little blonde boy and mingling with fancy courtiers all to secure her son a bright future. It was hard work but at the end of the day, it was all worth it.

The queen of their nation had heard wind of this playfully strong mother and had raised an eyebrow in curiosity, waving over a retainer to jot down a message.

One of Prompto’s earliest memories is the queen’s first visit to their house. Their only servants, Cid and his grand daughter Cindy were practically a mess, trying to straighten out their young master well enough to appear in front of their monarch.

Cindy being only two years older than him had looked at him as if he were a dimwitted toddler unable to do anything by himself, as she straightened his clothing and brushed his sandy blonde bangs from his eyes.

The queen did not stop visiting after her first stay, his mother and her practically becoming surrogate sisters. The pair would get together for tea at least three times a week. Most of the time they’d meet at their house, but on rare occasions Prompto got to tag along to the royal palace. That was when he wore his fanciest clothes and used his finest manners.

It’d been a day such like that when the blonde boy had gotten his first encounter with the crown prince. The queen had brought her boy with, a small toddler with fluffy raven black hair that stuck up at odd ends. Prompto’s mother had giggled in delight when she’d first met the queen’s Noctis.

Her sun drop seemed to be just as enamored with the young prince as she was. At first Noctis seemed almost shy, as if afraid to even stand near Prompto. To the two women’s delights that didn’t seem to last long and all began to change when Prompto had drawn him a crudely colored rendition of them holding hands. Something seemed to light up in the raven-haired boys face as he ran up to his mother, his smile ecstatic as he excitedly gestured to the drawing in his hand. They’d sit together and use their limited vocabulary to babble back and forth as the two parents looked on in charm.

Prompto’s mother couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen Noctis at one of their get-togethers. Last she heard of him he was off studying abroad in Tenebrae, far from their sleepy kingdom of Insomnia.

She could hardly tell at this point if Prompto even remembered his princely friend now that he lived so far away and it’d been three years since their last meeting. It saddened her heart to see his only friend far far away from her little sundrop.

—

“Mom, look what I made!” Called her son, running so fast that he collided into the flowing dress of his parent with a loud ‘oomph!’

In his hands, he clutched a piece of paper, wrinkles decorating the parchment due to his attentive grip.

“What is it Prompto?” She smiled around a cup of tea, the summer sun illuminating her blonde hair like marigolds.

“I drew you!” He exclaimed, lifting his prized artistry in the air for his mother to see.

Prompto’s mom smiled fondly at the scribbles loosely resembling a person on his paper, one large circle with four random lines protruding from it indicating limbs, a crudely drawn smile in the middle.

She took the drawing in her hands, tracing the lines with her fingers tenderly. To her, this was the most beautiful rendition she’d ever seen of herself.

“My little artist.” She cooed, handing back the paper to her son, caressing his cheek with her hand.

He beamed at her, showing off his missing front tooth.

As the years went by and her son turned ten, Prompto’s mom began to worry. Anxieties would bite at her thoughts, making her question her ability as a parent. Was growing up without a father going to affect her sun drop? He seemed to not have that many friends… Should she do something?

Once she’d brought this problem up with the queen she’d reassured her that she need not worry, but if she “Really needed another person there,” She knew plenty.

That was how she’d met Verstael Besithia, a man originally from Nifleheim and already had a son, just two years younger than her blonde boy.

Seven months after their first meeting and the two were married. Prompto’s mother never cared much for Verstael, they’d gotten along decently enough and maybe with time she could actually learn to love him, what really mattered is that Prompto now had a fully functioning family.

Much to the young boys surprise, many changes came to their house when Verstael and his son Loqi moved in. Before it had been just the four of them, his mother and their two servants, but his new step father had decreed he just had to bring his house’s staff with him.

Soon their once peaceful home was bustling with life. All within the span of a week Prompto met with a stablehand, chef, and a multitude of maids who’d be helping him from that day on. It was all so new to the blonde, hiding behind his mother’s dress as he stared widely at all the new adults scurrying around their once lonely halls.

“It’s alright Prompto.” She’d smiled, running a hand through his dewy blonde curls. “They’re here to help.”

Prompto at the time had pouted, shaking his head silently in objection. His grip on her dress tightening.

His mother bit her lip in worry for her son, looking up at the people running back and forth. “How about we go meet your new brother?”

—

By the time Prompto had turned twelve, his affinity for drawing and his interest in art had only grown. The blonde had only needed to mention it once and his mother was already asking the queen for artisans she knew of that would be willing to teach her “sun drop” a thing or two.

Her highness had nodded enthusiastically, handing her a paper with the name ‘Cor Leonis’ written on it.

Cor, Prompto had found out early on, was an ex-guard. One who’d seen far too many battles for his time and just wanted to live out the rest of his life peacefully, with a paintbrush in his hand.

He’d come to their house four days out of the week, bringing with him his easel on his back and a scowl on his lips. Cor was never a happy man, but Prompto wasn’t blind to the way the corner of his lips would turn upwards in slight satisfaction of his apprentice's work.

Once Prompto had caught wind of the fact Cor used to be in the military, he’d begged the poor artisan for days to teach him archery. Practically grabbing the hem of his pants as he pouted at the tired man.

‘Only basics’ Cor had scolded, finally falling prey to the young boys sulking. He’d teach him the things he’d learned from his time early on in the royal guard, basics that wouldn’t injure him too badly if he messed up. Prompto was, after all, only a boy.

For now, they both sat in the studio a couple of servants built in Prompto’s home. It wasn’t that big of a space, just something his mom had quickly cleared out in preparation of her son’s new hobby. The bright sun filtered in through a big window, the golden hour light washing over the canvas’ of their art.

“How’s Verstael and Loqi?” Cor had asked attempting conversation as he added a few more strokes to a painting he’d already deemed finished earlier that day.

“Fine.” Mumbled Prompto, mixing pigments with a palette knife.

Cor raised a criticizing eyebrow, glancing at the blonde’s artwork.

“Then why have you been so sloppy today with your work?”

Prompto bit his lip, glancing anywhere but Cor.

“Look I won’t ask, but if those two Niflehiemians cause you any trouble you can tell me alright?” Cor frowned, placing a reassuring hand on Prompto’s back.

His teacher had never approved of Loqi and Verstael from the day he’d met Prompto and his family, purely for the fact of the nation they’d came from. Back when he’d been in the guard there was a brief time he’d gone to war with Niflehiem. Brief but scary.

It’d been over twenty-seven years ago now and the two nations were on a… moderately rocky peace.

“I will.” Promised Prompto, throwing an unsure smile at Cor.

—

“Where’s mother?” Prompto excitedly asked one of the maids, shuffling the painting he’d made just for her behind his back. It was her birthday present and he’d worked tirelessly on this portrait for months just to make sure it was perfect.

“Ah,” The lady had smiled sadly, pausing her chores for a moment. “Didn’t you hear young master? She’s in bed with a fever today.”

“Oh,” Sighed Prompto dejectedly, his shoulders slumping. “Can I see her?”

“I’m ‘fraid not…” She shrugged, giving the blonde an empathetic glance. “She needs her rest at the moment.”

“Ah…” Prompto smiled politely. “I understand… If she happens to awake, tell her I say happy birthday.”

—

The next day she wasn’t any better. The thirteen-year-old blonde, blew his messy bangs from his eyes dejectedly, his face resting in the palm of his hand as he stared at the finished portrait of his mother, her gentle smile looking back at him. He hadn’t seen her at all yesterday, not even at dinner, which had been unbearable with just him, Verstael, and Loqi. The three sat in tense awkward silence as they ate.

Why couldn’t she be better already?

—

His mother never seemed to recover since that day. Slowly she began to get sicker and sicker. Every time Prompto visited his mother in her bed-chamber it was like watching the life slowly get drained from her. His mom’s marigold hair lost its shine, being replaced by a dull grey, and her once lively blue eyes seemed to only light up a fraction of what they used to when she laid her eyes upon her sun drop.

“Mother.” Prompto had smiled sadly at her bedside, finally showing her the portrait he’d completed a month ago at that point. “Happy belated birthday.”

She’d smiled fondly just as she had all those years ago, raising a shaking porcelain hand to delicately trace the paint strokes along the surface of the canvas.

“My sun drop.” She’d smiled weakly, glancing tenderly at her son. “It’s beautiful.”

“Get some rest mother.” He smiled, hiding all the sadness in his gaze behind a thin veil of happiness. “I’ll visit you later.”

—

The day his mother died was a cold one. Wind rattled the windows to their estate, and no matter where you went the chill seemed to seep into each part of the house.

It must have been years since their home had been as quiet as it is now, reminiscent of when it had only been the four of them. Not a single one of the workers dared make a noise, throwing sympathetic glances his way as the young blonde made his way to his mother’s office, numbly looking around at all the trinkets that had once been hers.

Verstael had left a good chunk of the funeral preparations to him and their servants, claiming that “he’d known her best.” In private Prompto bit back sobs, mumbling about how he was her husband, why did he have to do something that was so obviously painful to him?

Yet Prompto did it anyways. No matter how much he didn’t want to think about it, it was up to him to make sure his mother was buried properly, despite the fact he was only fourteen.

—

“Don’t touch that!” Prompto yelled at Loqi, abrupt hatred pouring into his voice. It’d only been a week since her funeral and his blonde step-brother had already decided all that’d belonged to her somehow now belonged to him.

“Touch what?” He scoffed, throwing a scowl at the portrait of Prompto’s mother he held in his tight grip.

“Don’t.” Growled the blonde in unhidden resentment.

Loqi rolled his eyes, ignoring Prompto’s obvious warning as he haphazardly tossed the painting across the room to land in an unorganized pile of other things his step-brother was supposedly throwing out.

Prompto’s eyes narrowed with malice as he marched up to Loqi, who looked at him more with confusion than annoyance at this point. He grabbed for the other boy, letting out a yelp of anguish.

Loqi dogged his attack and lifted his arms to block as Prompto prepared to swing again, throwing his fist back.

The blonde couldn’t see anything but red as he repeatedly bashed at his stepbrother's face, causing the other to fall to the ground as Prompto straddled him, never once loosening his tempo of punches. Loqi screamed in defiance, scratching at Prompto’s arm, leaving obvious red marks. In retaliation, the young artist grabbed the other by his hair, lifting his head to be eye level with his.

“Shove off Prompto!” He howled, tearing at Promptos's grip but it wouldn’t budge, his grip only tightening as they sat in a stand still.

“Apologize.” the blonde gritted out through tears. “Apologize to her, my mother.”

Loqi refused, digging his nails into Prompto’s skin, causing his grip to loosen for only a brief period of time. His step-brother didn’t waste another second, hastily ripping his hair from the others grip and making a mad dash for the door, leaving with a soon-to-be black eye and his tail tucked between his legs.

Prompto was too bewildered to follow, staring down numbly at the hand that’d so harshly gripped at Loqi’s head only moments ago.

‘He’s probably going to tell Verstael.’ The blonde warned himself. What was to happen this time? Verstael and him had never gotten along to well before and now that his mother was gone, he might do something he’d never even consider when his late wife had been alive. The blonde man had done nothing so far to warrant such thoughts from Prompto but he knew the way he looked at him, his gaze barely hid the unmistakable joy he garnered from his stepson’s pain.

—

“Master Prompto, Lord Besithia wants to see you.” Softly called Cindy from the door to his mother's room. Just like the blonde she’d grown so much in the past few years, resembling her grandfather more and more as the years past.

Prompto sighed, looking at the painting he’d moved back to its original spot. Those few words might as well have been his final sentence, one that sent a chill up his fourteen-year-old body's spine.

He begrudgingly pulled himself up the stairs to his step-father's room, each step feeling heavier than the last.

Prompto hesitated once he was finally face to face with the towering door of his step fathers residence, lifting a fist to knock but pausing before it could actually hit the wood.

“Come in.” Called Verstael’s deep voice from within the bed-chamber. Prompto swallowed nervously, cracking open the door ever so slightly to slip into the room.

It was silent, and Prompto suddenly became extremely aware of how loudly he was breathing. The only thing that illuminated Verstael’s desk was the sliver of light coming from outside. The menacing blonde sat laid back in his chair ink and quill in hand, he seemed to be looking over some document as he lifted his head to look at his stepson.

For once Prompto was terrified of his stepfather. Before it’d only been mild discomfort, grimacing whenever Verstael patted him firmly on the shoulder. Now he was completely at the older man's mercy, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

“I heard you got in a ‘battered my son to a bloody pulp?” He asked raising a disapproving eyebrow.

Bloody pulp was a pretty big word, the most Prompto could’ve done was left some red mark on Loqi’s skin, maybe a bruise or two, nothing to warrant bleeding.

Still, Prompto didn’t want to argue, weakly nodding his head as he bit his lip in fear.

“Prompto…” The older blonde sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his cushioned chair. “Whatever will I do with you?”

Prompto looked at the ground, fiddling with his fingers as he nervously anticipated his punishment.

“Look,” Started Verstael. “I know we’re all grieving, but you must understand that I have a responsibility to take care of this house, to take care of you. In order to do that I’m going to need you to start following my rules.”

Prompto nodded solemnly, his hands fidgeting behind his back.

“And if you aren’t going to follow those rules I’m going to need to punish you, behavior like this can’t go unchecked, after all, we can’t have you tarnishing my reputation with outbursts like these…”

The blonde was silent.

“Ah- what am I saying… Come here Prompto.” His stepfather called, a playfully eerie smile creeping onto his lips, arms open wide in expectation.

Prompto nervously walked up to Verstael as he placed a heavy hand on his stepson’s shoulder, his rough grip patting harshly on his back in mock comfort.

“I know we all miss her…” He pouted and despite Prompto’s young age, he could clearly hear the lie in his step-fathers proclamation of grief.

“But- …I am the lord of this house now.”

The sentence sent a chill down the blonde’s spine, swiftly pulling himself from the already excruciatingly awkward stance. The younger of the two backed away from his stepfather, his eyes filled with the potential of tears. Verstael seemed so much more terrifying now like he was a predator stalking his prey as if Prompto was a moth pinned under a light to be observed.

The artist shuffled farther away, glancing around nervously in an attempt to look for a quick escape, knowing full well it was futile.

“Stay.” Growled Verstael lowly and Prompto froze like a deer in headlights, all potential thoughts of fleeing eradicated.

“You struck my son, correct?” Verstael remarked, stretching out his hand as if expecting Prompto to give him his arm.

The blonde looked nervously from his hand to his stepfather's stubble-covered face, holding his wrist as if in fear of what the other might be planning.

“I haven’t all day here boy, hand it over.” He rolled his eyes in impatience, shaking his hand up and down as if in emphasis.

Prompto, in fear of what his stepfather might do if he didn’t comply, wearily produced his wrist, the underside of his arm’s soft skin standing in dark contrast to Verstael's gruff hand as he gripped the blonde’s thin bone.

“Loqi may be just a child right now but I assure you he’ll surpass you in everything, he is after all my son.” Lectured his stepfather, looking Prompto’s wrist up and down, moving the limb up and down in observation.

“You best to remember that boy.”

Prompto glanced fearfully at the man in front of him. What was Verstael planning?

“Because this is the first time you’ve disobeyed me I’ll go easy on you, remember any other sort of riffraff and I’ll do much worse.”

Before Prompto could even utter a- ‘yes sir’ Verstael had rung a bell next to his stationary, calling for a servant impatiently.

“Start a fire,” He demanded. “And bring me a branding iron from outside.”

Prompto’s eyes widened in shock, wiggling in Verstael’s grasp as servants began filing into the room, sparing him sympathetic glances as they began stroking a fire in his step-father’s hearth.

“Hold still.” He commanded as the older blonde tightened his iron grip on Prompto’s wrist.

“They’ll bring the iron soon enough.”

[vee-beeee]

Barbie Bros

HELLO

I am currently working on a dbh 2 parter so this is a little story in between

Premise: You get passed the aux lol

You know Barbie Girl by Aqua? That's the song

Warnings: fluffy, barbie, its short im SORRY

Chocobros x reader (can be taken as platonic)

SORRY IF THIS HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE

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You had been in the car for HOURS.

It could sometimes be incredibly boring, and you wished you could knock out like Noctis. Oh how you yearned to sleep peacefully like that.

Alas, here you were. Squished between a snoozing prince and a huge burly man, who was also deeply into his book.

Ignis was driving( per usual) and Prompto was busy taking pictures in the passenger seat, hanging dangerously far out of the car. You wished you had something to entertain yourself, but you forgot your book, your knitting is in the trunk (and you didn't want to make Iggy pull over just for you) and your phone had no interesting games on it. You sighed and leaned forward, placing your elbows on your knees. You stared at the slightly dirty ground of the Regalia and tried to think of what to do to entertain yourself.

What you didn't see, was a certain someone looking at you through the rearview mirror, hearing your sigh.

"Miss Y/n?" Ignis called to you over the wind. You perked up, meeting his gaze in the mirror and seeing his eyes almost twinkle.

"Would you be interested in taking control of the music for this journey?" as soon as he said that you beamed up at him, forcing his lips to twitch up-wards at seeing your reaction.

"I thought you'd never ask" you replied, graciously taking the cord Prompto was handing you. He had overheard the Ignis's suggestion, and gave you a reassuring thumbs up

"You've just been given a very important honor." he bowed a little as you finished the cord transaction with him. You smiled at him and chuckled, watching him turn back around in his seat to continue taking pictures.

"Make sure its not to loud, you'll wake sleeping beauty and make him cranky" a grumble came from beside you, and you glanced over to see Gladio still invested in his book.

"Okay, just to make sure, you said play it as loud as possible right?" This earned you a harsh eye-roll form Gladio and you snickered, going back to your phone to look for music while he commented about how childish that remark was.

Looking through your songs, you realized you had so many possible options. But one song instantly stuck out to you as you were scrolling down the list of downloaded music.

Barbie Girl by Aqua.

Currently the hood was down, and causing your hair to whip around in your face. If you played this song, it would definitely be heard and turn some heads.

You knew what you had to do.

You clicked on the song and turned the volume up a couple notches, getting settled in your seat and ready to loudly sing some music.

The songs opening lyrics started playing, and you took a moment to observe everyone's reaction. Ignis sighed and lifted one hand to rest on the door, leaning his head into his palm with a resigned look, his expression filled with regret. Prompto turned around to gape at you, giggling and putting his camera away, also getting ready. You had started to turn to see Gladio's reaction, but instead you felt it.

Gladio literally shoved you so hard you almost fell on the ground. This had also made it so you fell into Noctis, waking him up with a snort. But neither you or Gladio noticed, being to absorbed in shoving each other and laughing breathlessly. But you blocked his attack's just in time to start your karaoke.

Then the most beat drop happened. And the party started

"IM A BARBIE GIRL."

"IN THE BARBIE WORLD"

"LIFE IN PLASTIC, ITS FANTASTIC"

You are Prompto started yelling out the lyrics, holding up fake microphones up to each other. You were so absorbed in each other that you almost didn't notice a small voice start to join you and Prom, and it was coming from beside you.

Noctis was sleepily singing along.

You and Prompto grinned widely at each other, both of your faces filled with pure joy, and continued to sing your hearts out.

"COME ON BARBIE LETS GO PARTY"

"AH-AH-AH YEAH"

"COME ON BARBIE LETS GO PARTY"

"OOH-WHOA-OHH, OHH-WHOA-OHH"

Gladio released a long groan from beside you as Noctis started to sing louder, getting more into it. Eventually you three were bouncing up and down, singing out for the world to hear.

And the world did get a chance to hear, because Ignis rolled up to get gas all of a sudden.

So from an outsiders perspective, a car just rolled up that was literally shaking from how loud the music was, holding 3 full-grown lunatics singing, and 2 very tired looking men.

You loved these guys.

Ignis turned the car off just as the song finished, heaving another breathe out before getting up out of the car to get gas. You and Prompto were giggling, and Noctis was genuinely smiling.

He even got woken up before he was ready, so his reaction was definitely a surprise but a welcome one.

Gladio suddenly grabbed you and shoved your head into his arms. You squealed and punched at him while he heartily laughed, giving your head a good noogie and messing up your hair in the process. Noctis tried to grab your waist but Gladio held firm, and past Gladio's strong muscles you heard Prom wheezing out laughs.

Ignis didn't let you have the aux again after that.

But it was so worth it.

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Just a little short goofy one for now :D

Still working on the detroit become human 2 parter, its taken some time LOL

Ive also got and ao3! Its under the same username lol

[ivorydice]

hello, hello ^^ could i please ask about 'the memory of you' or 'mineshaft' for ffxv of your wips ? i low-key am curious about all of them xD but those titles i named piqued my interest most

The Memory of You, like nemo, is an older fic of mine and one I adore very much. It's about Noctis and Ardyn getting de-aged by a daemon's spell into their 7 and 10 year old selves, and they have to adventure across the country together as kids, from Cleigne all the way to Hammerhead, to reunite with Noctis's friends so that they can help them turn back into adults. The first 3 chapters have already been posted to AO3 here.

It's basically an enemies-to-friends adventure fic, with Ardyn redemption and big canon divergence. Fluffy cute times and angsty hurt times ensue. It's a long, dangerous journey across the country for two adults stuck in their kid bodies. And on the way they not only learn to cooperate but they learn more about each other. Noctis learns that there's more to Ardyn than just his annoying attitude, and Ardyn sees that Noctis isn't just the instrument of his own vengeance.

Noctis feels guilty about the whole thing because getting turned into kids is basically all his fault and so he wants to help Ardyn return to his adult body, and obviously Ardyn needs Noctis alive and as an adult again to exact his revenge, so of course they're both going to try and protect each other along the way. But then looking out for each other turns out to be a bit of a tricky thing because that leads to caring what happens to each other, that leads to worrying about each other.

And I've really come to love the title for this fic because it just fits so well. Ardyn, while he's in his child form, isn't under the influence of the starscourge. So there's less of a madness to him, it's harder to lose himself in the anger and the hatred without the scourge adding fuel to the fire. Of course, as they start to bond through their adventure, Ardyn has to keep reminding himself why he shouldn't care about Noctis, this doppelganger of his little brother. He has to remember that Somnus betrayed him, he has to remember that the gods and the people "betrayed" him, he has to remember that Aera "betrayed" him--but then he also has to remember why those were betrayals in the first place.

It's a mixture of angst and fluffiness, and I love this fic very very much! Pity it ALSO likes to fight with me AHHHHHHH.

Also, I have to shout out this cover of Somnus by Celestial Aeon Project because it's gorgeous and inspires me so much for this fic and it inspired a major scene and I get goose bumps every time and now Somnus's theme recurring through my fic's playlist is super important lol.

Also here's a little snippet (first drafty writing):

Ardyn didn’t doubt Noctis had at least some adequate skills when it came to combat and, to an extent, espionage. He was a Caelum after all, of royal blood, and Ardyn had gathered enough intelligence from Insomnia over the years that he knew how they worked. They would have trained the boy from the moment he was old enough, practically groomed him over the years to become a soldier.

The problem was, he was clearly used to putting a certain amount of energy into a body that was a lot bigger than the one he currently had. The unfortunate outcome was him stumbling along now, clumsy and uncoordinated, eyes screwing up in embarrassment and frustration.

It was terribly amusing.

Ardyn stayed with him, feeling a surprising and genuine curiosity in watching the scene play out. He crouched down with him in the long grass and pressed his palm to the top of Noctis’s head gently, keeping him down. “No sudden movements,” he said, keeping his voice hushed, his eyes forward on the small rabbit in the grass. “It has large ears, remember, it can no doubt hear us already.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Noctis bit out, just as quiet. “I got it.”

“The last several attempts betrays that statement.”

“They were just practice runs.”

Ardyn nodded, humouring him. “Of course.”

They moved forwards together, the grass brushing against them with soft sounds, heads barely peeking out. Ardyn froze at the right time, kept his hand on Noctis’s shoulder and squeezed to indicate for him to stop. He obeyed silently, body tense and ready, waiting on Ardyn’s word.

He glanced down at the boy, and promptly wished he hadn’t.

It was a familiar sight. Far too familiar for his liking. Those memories should have been buried down, lost amongst all the others, but it stood out in his mind now, stark and bright and fresh. He’d taken Somnus out hunting just like this, when he’d been old enough to try. Ardyn had shown him what their father had taught him, had begun and encouraged the spark for hunting Somnus had within him, until he’d no longer needed Ardyn to teach him any longer.

Ardyn clenched his jaw and swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth as he squashed the image down.

[artsykidwolf-2000]

Hello again here's another story for you BUT a different ship this time! This one is still the same character, Kat, but a cute pair with Ignis called KATNIS (no hunger games here lol) (this ship is somewhat in a different canon pertaining to the KARDYN one I made before)

I hope you guys love it and maybe I might do some different ones or take requests.

WARNINGS: in-game sequences/spoilers (for Brotherhood and Main story line and maybe the book)

Rated: Fluffy cotton candy

Ship: Kat × Ignis (KATNIS)

Inspired by the song "That's how you know" from Enchanted ;3

★★★★★★★★★★

How do I know?

{Kat's POV}

It's been a few years since the skies became blue again. I was preparing dinner in the lovely home I share with my family after deciding to live a normal life. The door opened to our wonderful daughter. She came up to the counter, still in her high school uniform, and sat in front of me.

"Mother I have a question..." she spoke up from her quiet demeanor.

"Yes, Lillian, what is your question?" I looked up at her as I was cooking.

"How did you and dad meet? How did you know you loved him?" she pouted shyly as she fiddled with some Valentine's Day chocolate she must've gotten from school.

"Well... we knew each other through my ties of being royalty and your uncle Noctis and I having a sweet tooth" I chuckled.

"You knew dad even before the whole world-saving thing?" she perked up.

"I did, we were both pretty young and around the same age. Your Aunt Flash and I transferred to Noctis' high school for a year to get a feel of Insomnia before the war got worse."

"How did that turn out?" Lillian leaned forward.

I chuckled and smiled. I fiddled with my wedding ring and looked at her, "It was fun, but one memory sticks out more than the others."

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It was a sunny day in Insomnia, I was walking the halls of the castle after working with the King. I used my healing powers on him to ease his pains but my powers couldn't heal the damage already done. I was already off for school, so my sister, Prompto, and Noctis can wait for me at Noct's apartment. I soon ran into Ignis after an important meeting he was taking for Noctis.

"Oh! Excuse me, sorry Ignis, I'm a little drained right now." I apologized.

"It's quite alright your majesty" He chuckled lightly.

"I told you, you can call me by my nickname Ignis, It's Kat when not around important stuff like meetings and gatherings" I pouted a bit.

"Right, of course, Kat" he smiled, " Need a ride out to Noctis' apartment? I'm sure they're waiting for you."

I gladly nodded and we headed to the car park. We drove along the twilight-kissed roads until we parked at the apartment garage. We took the elevator up to the room. As we walked up to the door. I could hear my sister cursing at a video game as we opened the door. My ears drooped at the sight of Ignis' hard work of cleaning the apartment being trashed by takeout they got and a bottle of soda on the table. We took off our shoes and entered the apartment as Prompto perked up at us walking in.

"Hey, guys it's Ignis and Kat!" he smiled as he munched on his food.

"OI! SIS!!!" Flash spoke up from drinking her soda, "Ya missed a lot of stuff! I got ya your favorite meal! Sorry, it's a little cold!"

I bit my lip a bit, "It's fine..."

"What's going on? You love that meal...Is your crystal acting up?" She chuckled, " or is it because you missed out on Valentine's day chocolate?"

"Maybe I wouldn't have if I was not burdened with healing powers and healing Noct's father to ease his pains!" I raised my voice, "I heal everyone here! Even our own Uncle! I wish I had one day to myself where someone wasn't looking up to me to be healed for the minuscule of things!"

Flash was shocked and so were the boys. I looked at them all and I quickly stormed out the door to the apartment I shared with Flash a few doors down. I threw my bag and blazer on the couch and took off my socks to free my feet. Tears stinging my eyes I got to look at my phone. There were a few messages from my other sisters back home wishing me a happy valentine's day. Then a new message popped up after a few minutes after I was scrolling through social media.

[ Ignis: Mind if I visit for a spell? Your sister has become quite brash with her...unfortunate hot-headed nature]

I chuckled and messaged him back.

[Kat: Of course Ignis, the door is open]

That's when I heard a knock on the door not a few minutes later. I jolted up and raced to the door. I opened it to find Ignis standing there with a somber smile. I invited him in and we sat at the table.

"Sorry about raising my voice and running off like that Ignis..." I apologized, "that wasn't very lady-like of me..."

"Iggy..." He smiled.

"huh?"

"Call me Iggy when we're not in important situations...you said it yourself. And I also understand your pain, it's hard living a normal life when people look up to you for guidance or protection. So do the others." He reached his hand across the table and held my hands.

I blushed softly then smiled, "Thanks, Iggy..."

"Now since you didn't eat your meal, mind if I cook you something in return?" He offered.

"Of course! I'll also bake dessert for us." I added.

"You like to bake desserts?" he smiled in a questioning tone.

"Yep! I'm a real sweet tooth, and I'll teach you how to make a sweet treat from my homeland!" I grinned as I gathered ingredients.

"Teach me then" He smiled as he cooked.

After we ate, we ate the cinnamon rolls with a special homemade icing. We sat together on the couch and I showed him the drawings I'd done during my time here. I flipped to the last page of my sketchbook as he looked over my shoulder.

"Mind drawing something you love while I do the dishes? I'd love to see it afterward" He chuckled as he stood up.

I nodded as he walked to the sink to wash the dishes. I started sketching then my eyes fell on his face. My thoughts slowly molded the drawing into one of my favorite masterpieces. It was a portrait of him and I made a smile and looked outside to the stars.

I think I might know now who's right for me.

The one I love the most.

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"....and during our trip with Noctis, we grew closer in our relationship and after the skies came back we were blessed with you, our little flower." I smiled.

"Wow...I'm glad you two are together, I'm glad to have parents like you" Lillian smiled and looked down at the half-eaten chocolate.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way" A velvety voice from the entryway.

"Dad!" Lillian smiled and ran to help him with his things. He held a small box as he made his way to the table for dinner.

"What do you have there dear?" I chuckled as I brought the food to the set table.

" A little something dear to your culture" He smiled and opened the box to reveal cinnamon rolls with special icing.

"Mom what do these sweets mean in your culture?" Lillian spoke up.

"These cinnamon rolls are a symbol of sincerity and warmth in one's heart. A symbol of love and endearment and given to loved ones on a cold snowy day." I smiled.

"So you said 'I love you' to dad before he even noticed?" she tilted her head.

"Oh, you told her THAT story hm?" Ignis chuckled as he wrapped his hand around his waist.

I chuckled, "Hehe, yes, It was the day I knew you were a keeper, but when you lost your eyesight saving me from Ardyn was the moment I truly loved you and never want to let you go." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Then let's celebrate, one for the occasion of our love and for granting me my sight back, love." Ignis and I sat down, "and to the miracle, you brought to the world" He pats Lillian's head.

We ate our dinner and I looked out to the stars again. I smiled as I shed a small tear, thinking of all the memories of our journey up until now. All the love we shared and the trials and tribulations.

That's How I know

I knew that he was the one.