#all i can think of looking at the one where ignis is sending them in is that fucking meme thats like TEAR X APART!

[haomnyangz]

chocobros vs the mystic (joint slay)

[ariseur]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ DOTTIE’S FIVE HUNDRED FOLLOWER EVENT 𓂃 ! [ AUGUST 2 - AUGUST 27 ]

#dottie’s 500 ᝰ.ᐟ꩜

it’s been about four months since i first created this blog to which i have grown a small but really loving following, i see you guys in my reblogs and in my replies spewing kind words. all those comments and tags are so fun to read lol i love you guys

but — now that we’re here, it’s time for the main event we’ve come for and this is my 500 follower event (≧◡≦) ♡!!— info linked below and more under the cut !!

[ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ top contenders - ]

jujutsu kaisen ; satoru gojo | suguru geto | kento nanami | yuuji itadori | yuuta okkotsu | megumi fushiguro | toji fushiguro | shiu kong | choso kamo | takuma ino

ffvii ; cloud | zack | sephiroth

ffxv ; noctis | prompto | ignis | gladiolus

mystic messenger ; zen | yoosung | jumin | 707

🍡 ( dango ) — prompt list !! ~ send in a character and a prompt of your choice.

dialogue.

✧˖° - “can i kiss you?”

✧˖° - “wanna practice?”

✧˖° - “are you wearing flavored chapstick?”

✧˖° - “was that okay?”

✧˖° - “one more kiss? please?”

✧˖° - “can we do that again?”

✧˖° - “teach me.”

✧˖° - “i think i deserve a kiss for that.”

✧˖° - “count to five, then you can speak.” (shutting you up with kisses).

✧˖° - “this is my partner, aren’t they beautiful?”

✧˖° - “stay with me ‘til i fall asleep.”

✧˖° - “your hands are shaking.” — “oh.”

✧˖° - “i do miss you, you know.”

✧˖° - “where do you see yourself in a few years?” — “with you.”

actions.

✧˖° - hand kisses

✧˖° - neck kisses

✧˖° - cheek kisses

✧˖° - small quick pecks that you run away after doing

✧˖° - thigh kisses

✧˖° - wrapping your arms around their neck

✧˖° - feeling their smile in a kiss

✧˖° - messy half asleep kisses

✧˖° - reward kisses

✧˖° - lazy make out sesh

✧˖° - grocery shopping with them

✧˖° - them / you trying to make food and it comes out horrendous

✧˖° - kissing to shut them up during sex

✧˖° - goodbye kiss

✧˖° - putting together ikea furniture

✧˖° - seeing them play with a small animal they swore they hated

✧˖° - fake dating ends up for them falling for you

✧˖° - their attitude immediately uplifts when you’re around

✧˖° - taking a ( bad ) photo when the other’s asleep

✧˖° - childhood friends ( love this sm )

🍰 ( strawberry shortcake ) — time check !! ~ this might be a little more niche but basically what i’m talking about is you can request a character and put “🍰 - time check!! [character]?” and based on what time it is right now, i’ll tell you what i imagine them to be doing. so for example, “🍰 - time check on toji fushiguro” and if it’s 3pm for me then i’ll write a little blurb on it, like lazing on the couch while little megumi wriggles his way in between you two.

if you’re wanting a specific time set like, “time check on hidden inventory arc gojo,” — “time check on pre-nibelheim sephiroth,” — “time check on 707 pre-ending.” you know?? i can write that too :)

i might be on a different time zone though so it might be a little weird if it’s 3am for you but 8pm for me lol, keep that in mind !! ^.^

🩰 ( ballet ) — tropes !!

send in a trope you like with a character and i’ll write a blurb on it!! like, for example, “🩰 - one bed trope with noctis!!” or “🩰 - opposites attract with yuuta :)”. i will not do any au’s ( as also stated in my rules, please look at those before you request too lol ) and i will also not do any like.. billionaire or weird dark romance tropes like that. i will do slight nsfw drabbles and stuff but nothing weird or too hardcore!!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of replies today.

Anonymous asked:

Hell yeah, I’d get a daki from you. Also, Edmund as a body pillow? I’d eat that right up! (You can take that literally or figuratively.) Also a Lilia daki would be sexy af. Hmmm, depending on my cash situation later, I’d love to get an Idia dakimakura. The thought of his over flustered face makes me positively FERAL.

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! <3 Of course, feel free to message me about an Idia dakimakura or anything else whenever you want. He is the most perfect fit when it comes to characters to be put on daki, to be honest…

I am also very happy to see you feel that way about the possibility of Edmund as a body pillow hehe I would also love to eat it up both literally and figuratively. This boy is very eatable.

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I am sending this ask in super late but your guys piece with mountain Jade killed me. Like seeing the canon art was so cute and handsome and then the groovy had me on my knees clutching my heart and then your interpretation just KO'd me , just like he probably KO'd the poor soul who found him. I could see that one sketch (I think it was you two) where Jade and Rook pass each other in the woods with unidentified long black bags that suspiciously look like people.

But I was revived with the latest cute fucking Octo Trio in Isle of Lamentation and ASFGKJ I am so FERAL for that group of characters. (Not me up here crying in the club at Orthos HUMAN?! cute excited face omg 😭)

Is this Idia's dream and that's why he looks so shocked or is he super concerned because EELS are going to corrupt his baby bro!

Oh and how soft Azul looks at Idia, like they are group of highly disfunctional people who are a little (a lot) crazy for each other in all sorts of ways 🫠 but they are so pretty!!!! and WHY can't Floyd keep his clothes on ahahaha. He's just waltzing around half naked like a gladiator of old and everyone else is dressed appropriately. Orthos excitement over shoes is so cute! Is he looking at Floyd showing off his cool kicks (cause that eel is a certified sneaker head(?) Shoe fanatic?)

And as a last thing. Kalim is like an Asian parent in the way they show their affection through 'You vaguely like something? Here's a lifetime supply because I don't know how else to show my feelings'. Like I know it's just how Kalim is, very open with his affections for Jamil and he probably thinks money and gifts are the best ways to display that. Especially if Kalim can't get as touchy feely and handy as he would like but it just reminded me of that behavior.

No worries, thank you for sending asks!! I am always replying after like 4 months, so “late” doesn’t exist here; time is a flat circle lol

I am very happy you liked that Jade drawing, and YES it was me who drew that doodle of Jade and Rook lol We really love a forest as a creepy setting in general, so I just keep defaulting to something spooky whenever I draw anything related to it. And Jade’s new card was the perfect opportunity!

Jade really is a cryptid from the mountains… And apparently a very charming one 😭

Igni+Octa is such a good combination, I can’t get enough of them! I’m happy you also like them together!! <3 Ortho would always get along with Floyd lol The Tweels are bad influence on him.

It isn’t necessarily Idia’s dream, it’s kind of like an AU? We just wanted to put them in a setting that has vibes similar to Ancient Greece. But you are right: Idia is terrified because while he was talking to Azul, Ortho got completely enamoured by a pair of cool sandals… what else these creeps (fellow shoe fanatics!) are going to give him??

It’s so funny that you noted that Floyd just can’t keep his clothes on, we were wondering the same thing. I drew this sketch a while ago and coloured it the day we posted it, and the entire time I was unsure if I should dress him a little… I guess nah… he really is a gladiator at heart lol

You also completely nailed it about Kalim! I do think that he would love to shower Jamil with gifts, and to him it’s just like little ways to show appreciation and affection… when you are used to your family buying a whole-ass amusement park for one day just because you wanted to hang out there once, getting your beloved Jamil a lifetime supply of chocolate doesn’t feel too crazy at all!

Thank you as always for your kind review of everything that we post <3 I’ll reply to your other ask too!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

PEAKED NIPPLE ALERT!

ok sorry sorry but is Deuce going to get stuck again? Because that would be hilarious. Jack can't help himself when his Athletic rival is under him. Do you think they do this frequently? Working out does increase the blood flow and those running outfits are pretttttty tight.

YES!!

Also yes, this is very likely lol It’s a bit difficult to say if it’s them getting too riled up because of them training together, or it’s because Jack would develop a Pavlovian reaction at some point… He sees Deuce in those shorts – things happen :”( <3

Anonymous asked:

If Deuce tugs on Jack's tail, will Jack-

1. Yelp

2. Growl

3. Moan

:3

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm the "Deuce pulling on Jack's tail" anon. I forgot to add-

He does it at a random point during the day. Like, just walking behind him and just grabbed it and pulled.

(forgive me for forgetting to add this, I feel bad for sending in two asks for one question....)

I think it depends on what is on Jack’s mind at that time. It’s not entirely impossible for him to produce a sound that is too close to moaning… that would be embarrassing…

But in all honesty, I think he would yelp. Which would also be embarrassing because this is too much of a puppy-like reaction. He isn’t a kid anymore..!

If it’s someone else or Jack doesn’t see it’s Deuce who’s touching his tail, I think he’s going to growl though. The boy’s ready to attack lol

[seaofolives]

Opening Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

me immediately upon seeing the rules: what ARE the last 10 fics I posted???

ANYWAY thank you for tagging me @clockwayswrites!!!! I thought I'd exclude some Filipino fics here and focus on the English ones but uhhhh same writer, different language and the same writer is also lazy as always so uhhhh from the latest to the not-so-latest????

also all my starters are paragraph blocks and nobody needs to read all that so we're going with starting sentences

also I'm gonna tag people now so y'all don't have to click the read more! @safarikalamari @isleofair @ginwilliamsart (i know you've written some!!!!) @tagulansahulyo

i like you a normal amount

gladnis, ffxv, g ("liv is that a gladnis fic????" YES IT'S A GLADNIS FIC AFTER SO LONG I'M SO HAPPY 😭😭😭)

Thereʼs a joke amongst the employees of the Citadel that even the screw that holds the windows together is more expensive than their collective salary—which is why, when some object that sounds like a rock hits his office window, Ignis jumps from his seat in a panic.

if ever you're in my arms again

guesule, g witch, g

Staring at the elevator’s display, a wicked thought asks Suletta: what would she do if the numbers suddenly went right back to 1?

wonderful tonight

guesule, g witch, g

Men don’t take too long getting ready.

pers lab/first love

guesule, g witch, g

🇵🇭

Siguro ay wala pang nakakalipas na limang minuto iyong dinampot muli ni Guel ang kuwadernong pang-estudyante niya para itext ang kapatid.

🇺🇸

There probably hasn’t been five minutes from his last text when Guel picks up his student notebook to send another message to his brother.

kahit konting pagtingin

translation: even just a little look (or smth)

sulemio, guesule, g witch, g

this fic doesn't have a full English translation yet but I'll translate the line in English here, anyway. also can I just say??? that the thing about sticking with pre-90s songs for titles is that it's kind of not funny to hear them playing in your head as you go through your works 🤣🤣🤣 my head is like a playlist now where I keep pressing next

🇵🇭

Nakakapanibago si Miorine ngayon.

🇺🇸

Thereʼs something different about Miorine today.

roman holiday

guesulemio, g witch, t+

The golden light captures him in its cool embrace, and Guel gasps to himself.

nandito ako/i'm here

guesule, g witch, g

right so! a bit of an explanation with this one: nandito ako (which is the original fic) was definitely posted way before the last ten fics but a part of the last ten fics I posted was its English translation i'm here. so I'm linking both

🇵🇭

Hay, sabi nga ni Lauda. Out of stock ang caramel latte, pati na sa malaking 7-11 sa campus!

🇺🇸

Well. It’s just as Lauda said—even in that giant 7-11 within the campus, there’s not a can of the caramel latte flavor within sight.

wind beneath my wings

shaddigue, g witch, e

With so little things even going Guel’s way anymore, it makes it easier for him to appreciate the smaller things that life has to offer.

a perfect christmas

guesule, g witch, g

no full English translation for this one either

🇵🇭

Mainit nga ang tubig na pinanligo ni Guel, pero pagkatapak naman niya sa kuwarto niya eh tila kinuryente siya sa ginaw.

🇺🇸

Guel may have taken a hot shower, all right, but the minute he steps out into his bedroom, heʼs jolted by the cold.

i think i'm in love

sulemio, g witch, g

no full English translation for this one either. the sentence construction is different, too, but that's language differences for you

🇵🇭

Biglang napaisip si Miorine—kung tutuusin, hindi naman talaga siya nahilig sa basketbol.

🇺🇸

Now that Miorine thinks about it, she realizes sheʼs never really been into basketball.

in conclusion

i had noooo idea I've been posting mostly filipino fics of late, that's amazing 😂 but in conclusion conclusion the thing about me is that I think my most natural opening is a dialogue but because I'm aware of that, I think that's the reason why I've shied away from it bc there's an imaginary audience at the back of my head pointing a finger at me and laughing. like "haha look it's a one-trick pony" and here I am whirling to my shadow and saying "no I'm not!!!!"

BUT so I was expecting at least one dialogue starter in all of these fics but it turns out that has never been the case lmao. but also like, so when my sister was still in college, she taught me about "in medias res" which really stuck to me because I thought it was the most natural way of things. time is flowing, every beginning could be a middle or an end of something and it also resolves the problem of having to build up something before you get to the meat. like biting into a sandwich with the main filling bunched up in the middle or smth

and I guess that's affected my style, too? like something's always already happening, enough for the perspective to make an observation, or the action is already happening.

which makes me sound smarter than I really am but I never said I was qualified to analyze my own works in the first place 🤣

[thisfairytalegonebad]

"Don't go where I can't follow." - Whumptober day 16

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Character: Ignis Scientia Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Read below the cut or on AO3 here.

Amantius Scientia never wanted children, although it was less of a conscious decision to not have them and more a result of his circumstances - a bachelor, married to his work and perfectly happy that way. It wasn’t that he disliked children, not at all, but he would be lying if he said he felt comfortable around them.

That’s why it surprises everyone around him - but perhaps most of all himself - that, when his sister makes plans to send her six-year-old son, his nephew, off to Lucis all on his own, Amantius fights tooth and nail for the boy to come live with him.

His sister and her prick of a husband plan to send the child to the same prestigious boarding school the Citadel’s highest officials’ children attend. But the boy is six years old and Amantius won’t stand by and watch as they ship him off to a boarding school to grow up without any warmth or affection.

Amantius stays up all night to put together a dossier which he brings directly before the King himself and goes out the very next day to buy an entire stack of parenting books.

His nephew - Ignis - arrives just two weeks later, and Amantius very quickly realises that his newly acquired parenting books are proving to be rather useless because Ignis is anything but a normal child.

----

When they have Ignis meet Prince Noctis, the boys get on like a house on fire. The little prince looks at Ignis with awe in his eyes as Ignis quietly tells him stories about the stars, and Ignis in turn handles the excitable child with saintlike patience and care.

One day when Amantius goes to pick him up from his afternoon with Prince Noctis, he notices Ignis isn’t carrying the book he left with this morning.

When asked about it, Ignis shrugs and tells him, like that explains anything, “Noct said he liked it.”

Amantius frowns.

“So he made you give it to him? Ignis, you don’t have to do that just because he’s the Prince.”

“No,” Ignis says firmly, “He didn’t make me. He just said he liked it, so I gave it to him.”

Amantius is not certain what to make of that.

----

Amantius is a very busy man, which does not make for the best circumstances to raise a child, but he does try his best.

However, his best is not always enough, which is a painful lesson he has to learn when he’s startled awake one night by a heavy thud next to his bed - Ignis, with fever-bright eyes and a cough that rattles his small frame.

Amantius has always considered himself level-headed, able to remain calm even under pressure, but staring at his nephew now, burning up with fever, he feels a sense of panic entirely unfamiliar to him.

In his agitation, he gathers the sick child in his arms and calls the first person he can think of who has a son of similar age.

“Yes?” a drowsy, barely awake Clarus Amicitia snaps into the phone as he picks up on the third ring, sounding very much like he wishes to climb through the receiver and tear Amantius’ head clean off.

Amantius cannot be bothered to apologise as he recounts the night’s events to Clarus, and by the time he’s finished, Clarus sounds a little more sympathetic to his cause.

He tells him Ignis will be fine as long as his temperature does not go over 40 degrees and then hangs up on him.

In the morning, Amantius is informed by the royal family’s very own doctor that Ignis suffers from pneumonia.

“Pneumonia,” Amantius repeats flatly. “How did he get pneumonia overnight?”

“He didn’t,” the doctor says. He’s likely been sick for a few days already.”

Amantius turns his incredulous gaze to Ignis who lies propped up by a whole heap of pillows.

“Ignis, why didn’t you say anything?” Why didn’t I notice anything? Why didn’t anyone?

Ignis looks at him like he’s the one being unreasonable and simply says, “Noct wants to see the meteor shower tonight, so I couldn’t get sick now.”

It’s at this exact moment that Amantius knows that this child is hell-bent on setting himself on fire if it keeps Prince Noctis warm.

----

Over the years, Amantius questions the good sense of everyone involved in the decision to make Ignis advisor to Prince Noctis more than once as he watches Ignis bend under duties and responsibilities no child his age should have to bear.

The problem is not that Ignis has trouble setting boundaries, no, the problem is that Ignis doesn’t seem to consider anything that concerns Prince Noctis a boundary that needs to be set.

The boy pours his entire self into ensuring the little Prince’s happiness, and it all comes crashing down when the royal convoy is attacked outside the Wall.

The King is unharmed and Prince Noctis is alive, but just so. When the severity of his injuries become apparent, King Regis whisks him away to Tenebrae, putting his entire hope into Queen Sylva and her healing abilities.

Without Noctis, Ignis is lost, aimlessly wandering the Citadel quiet and pale as a ghost, not knowing what to do with the free time Noctis’ absence leaves in his schedule.

He’s withdrawn, won’t speak unless spoken to, and even then his answers are as short as he can keep them without getting reprimanded by his tutors.

Amantius catches him trying to sneak out of their apartment with his backpack soon after the royal family’s departure. It breaks his heart to explain to Ignis that he cannot possibly follow Prince Noctis to Tenebrae, much less on his own.

He gathers Ignis in his arms and for the first time since the disaster, Ignis weeps into his shirt with all the pain and sorrow of someone who has just lost everything that is dear to them.

----

Prince Noctis returns with the ability to walk unassisted but without his cheerful, innocent personality. What remains is a mere shadow of the formerly happy child, and Ignis pours his entire self into trying to lift the Prince’s spirits.

One day, Amantius is sitting in a meeting when his phone goes off. What is concerning about that is the fact that his phone is set to silent for his official work number but not the private one reserved for emergencies.

No one else’s phone is going off, so the emergency must be concerning Ignis.

He hastily excuses himself and hurries out into the hallway, answering before the door is even fully shut behind him.

On the other side of the line is Noctis’ nanny, informing him that Ignis is throwing a tantrum and needs to be picked up as soon as possible.

When he bursts into the room the nanny indicated, he quickly discovers that Ignis isn’t in the middle of a tantrum but a full-blown panic attack.

He’s too worked up to speak, so the nanny explains that Prince Noctis was taken away for his therapy appointment and Ignis did not react well to having to stay behind.

Amantius leaves with his distraught child in his arms and signs Ignis up for therapy that same afternoon.

----

A few therapy appointments later, Ignis is diagnosed with an anxiety disorder and abandonment issues born both from his parents’ choice to ship him off to a foreign country on his own and from Prince Noctis being injured while separated from Ignis then taken away only to return broken and traumatised.

Amantius has never been the violent sort, but he has never itched to punch something this intensely before in his life.

----

Ignis grows from a stressed child into an even more stressed teen, and Amantius does the best he can to keep him from burning out, with limited success.

At least he isn’t alone in his quest anymore. Gladiolus Amicitia has recently befriended Ignis and seems to consider it his personal challenge to get Ignis to loosen up and have some fun every once in a while.

When Ignis announces to him over supper one night that he is going to start Crownsguard training next month, Amantius is hardly surprised. Ignis is to be Prince Noctis’ advisor, there is no need for him to be trained in anything but basic self-defense. But of course, Ignis won’t risk having to stand by and entrust Noctis’ safety to someone else entirely, not even if it’s Gladiolus. No, Ignis is not content with being an advisor, he’s training himself to be Noctis’ Hand.

The position of the Hand of the King is rather outdated due to the extensive skillset it requires. Therefore, a Hand’s duties were split among various different positions many generations ago, and there have only been few people since who took on the position.

So no, it is no surprise at all that Ignis is striving for the position of the Hand, and while Amantius has no doubts at all that he can achieve his goal, he cannot help but wonder just how much of himself Ignis is going to give up in the process.

----

Prince Noctis is to marry Lady Lunafreya of Tenebrae, sailing for Altissia in less than a month, and of course Ignis is going to follow him without question.

Amantius has not been sleeping well, lately. Tension with the Empire has been high and he cannot shake the feeling of dread when he thinks of inviting the enemy beyond the Wall.

He sees Ignis off, naturally. Reaches out to adjust the collar on Ignis’ shirt, even though Ignis has not required it since he was a very small child and there is nothing wrong with the collar in the first place.

Ignis is taller than him now. Amantius knows this, of course, and yet looking at him now, he has to blink a couple of times to get rid of the wetness in his eyes as pride and fondness swell up in his chest.

“My dear boy,” he says, voice thick with emotion as he reaches out to tug Ignis into an embrace. “I am proud of you. Never forget that.”

Ignis’ arms come up to return the embrace.

“Thank you, Uncle.”

He doesn’t just mean for the parting words, Amantius knows.

Reluctantly, he lets go of his boy, patting him on the shoulder before he lets Ignis be off.

And watches as he walks away, towards Prince Noctis who is waiting for him.

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Read all of my Whumptober prompt fills here.

[chosenbythecrystal]

Childhood and Isolation

Growing up as the Crown Prince, a lot of people think that Noctis wants for nothing – that he's lucky – and in some ways they're right. He's privileged, there's no denying that. He has access to the best education, the newest toys, and he's well looked after. He never has to worry about going cold or hungry.

He's privileged, but he's also incredibly lonely. He has friends and family, but he feels like there's a rift between him and them.

Family

Since his mother died when he was young, his father is all he has, and all he's ever really known. They're as close as they can be, but there is always going to be a limit to how much time they can spend together. His father has a whole Kingdom to care for, and it is a King's duty to put their Kingdom before everything, even themselves.

Noctis understands this, he really does, and he feels guilty for wanting more, but at the same time, he's a kid. He's going to want his father's attention.

In the Platinum Demo, Carbuncle mentions about how Noct used to sit outside with his brand new football because he wanted his dad to play with him. He'd wait for hours, but his dad would never show. It's not that big of a surprise – Regis is a busy man, and I don't doubt that he works himself silly just so he can spare the time to tuck Noct in at night and read him a story – but it still hurts him.

So he closes himself off. He acts like he doesn't care to cope with that disappointment.

So Noctis spends a lot of time alone. Of course, he's never really alone, but as far as he's concerned, he might as well be. One of the biggest issues comes down to status. Noctis might be a kid, but he's also royalty and the staff treat him as such. They're kind to him, of course, but they try to keep a respectful distance, like they're afraid of getting too close.

Friendships

He doesn't have many friends, either. Regis sends him to a normal school so he can have that average kid experience, but he doesn't socialise. He's quite in class and he lingers by himself during breaks. He stays away from the other kids because he assumes most of them don't want to be friends with Noct, they want to be friends with the Prince.

Outside of school, there's Ignis, but as close as they are, there's always that knowledge that their relationship stems from duty. It's the same with Gladio when he comes along. Admittedly, Gladio disliked him at first, but when they did start to grow closer, there's the worry that Gladio only puts up with him because it's his job and Noct covered for Iris.

He wants to make friends, he's just scared that people only want to be around him because he's the Prince. That's why it was such a big deal for him when Prompto came along. He never treated him like a prince, so he felt like he could just be Noctis with no expectations or obligations.

This goes for romantic relationships too. He's socially awkward and very self-conscious to the point where he can't imagine any reason someone might like him other than his royal status.

So yeah. He's privileged in terms of wealth, but he'd trade all of that away for normalcy. I mean, this is the kid who, when asked what he wanted for his birthday, pointed at a sword. Not because he wanted the sword, but because he wanted his dad to tell him a story.

[andywinter16]

FFXV and Assassin´s Creed AU

This AU is for @versusthirteen. Don´t worry, I will write the bickering fic just need some time (lot of time, because the other asks that I need to post first). But instead have some of my quick headcanons when the two worlds collide :) (I have some more, If you wanted?)

--

Due to Isu and Astrals shenaningas Noctis with boys ended in other dimension. With their luck, in middle of assault on the assassins. Noctis uses his powers which reacts even more violently in this world. “ Who the hell are you, dudes?” said man with white hood, while covering. “Well, I am -” Gladio turns his head “ Less talking Noct, more fighting.” Desmond and others took boys with them to their hideout, even if Lucy and Shaun were mistrusting at first. 

- there is so many questions about their origin and powers, it was intimidating 

- Noct showed them his arminger “ That is remarkable! Becca, do you think we could replicate something like that?” “ Shaun, I am tech not a damn magician.” “ But with the right equiptment and Isu artefact, it could be possible, no?” Lucy said thoughtfully.

- Ignis ultimately wins them with his cooking. “ Pardon me, but you can´t seriously eat fast food all the time, right?” Becca repairing computer answered. “ Not all the time, we also have some energy bars.” Needless to say, Ignis was horrified. He prepared for all of them 5 course meal. “Ignis, you are the best cook ever, aren´t you in need for a wife?” “ Or husband, If you swing that way.”

-  Ignis and Shaun bicker with each other like a married couple. They even had a three hour debate about “Why is tea better than your stinky muddy coffee, Scientia.” “ I would rather drink mine than your tasteless dry leafes with hot water, Hastings.” IT.WAS.SCARY.

- Desmond thinks of Noctis and Prompto as younger brothers that he never had, of course they are his partners in crime (Wish he could intruduce them to Clay, who would also loved them)

- Lucy shares with them the three tenets of assassins:  Stay one's blade from the flesh of the innocent; draw not attention to oneself whenever possible; and never compromise the brotherhood. “In other words” Des joined in the conversation,” don´t stabby stab wrong people, be good at hide and seek and bros before corruption.”

- “ Hey, Becca, Des wanna hear a joke?” “ Sure, sunshine.”  “ Hit us with it, Prompt.”  “ Okie dokie, do you know without what you can´t spell assassin? “ Lucy, Shaun, Ignis and Gladio side-eyeing him. “Without what Prompt?” inquired Noct. “ Obviously, without ass, sass and sin.” “ And I have all of it!” exclaimed Des. “ Desmond, bloody hell!”

- Rebecca shows boys her “Baby”, which are impressed with her skills. Prompto is allowed to help her.

- Gladio is jogging every morning with the girls. He´s being very supportive and shares fitness tips

- But boys weren´t the only one, who was accidentaly send to this dimension ...

“Oh, well hello there, young man! What a nice abodement you have here.”

Daniel is shocked and pulls out a gun. “ Who the fuck are you!?” The man before him looked so real, was the Bleeding effect kicking in again?

“Now now, young man. Why such animosity? I believe we can fix each other problems.” 

Daniel´s eyebrow quirks. “ What problem?” “ Oh, isn´t that obvious? You´re looking for some trouble maker named Desmond, correct? I can help you find him, but I also want something in return. A little service of gratitude, so to speak.”

Daniel studied the man´s face. He didn´t trust him, but he would lie if he said he wasn´t intrigued. “For the record, I don´t trust you. But I am kinda impressed you´ve got through our security.” which would be fired, when he wraps it up here, “ but I am not the one who you should ask for favour, If if it turns out that you are valuable asset.” 

“ Oh my, so guarded. But believe me, you´re not gonna regret it.” 

The man smiled creepily. Daniel shivered at that. He had unshaky feeling that he just get into some clusterfuck. 

 The man tips his hat.“ Oh, but where are my manners! Let me introduce to you, my name is Ardyn Izunia.” 

Please, read this in Ardyn´s voice. It gets much better XD

[librarysrestrictedsection]

Hello, watching the South Park special about the panderverse, I came up with a headcanon for Final Fantasy Assassin's creed prompt from Relaxing One's Muscles to Take a Fist, by that I mean that you (if you can, only if you can) write what the scene or story would be like (as you did with the Assassin's creed prompt from Relaxing One's Muscles to Take a Fist in which based on the Dada idea you wrote parts of the fic before completing it and uploading it to your page on ao3).

Here is the headcanon: Noctis after marrying Lunafreya, is somewhat upset because Lunafreya had to emergency abandon their honeymoon in altissqia to attend to an emergency, Lunafreya tells Noctis that she is staying and enjoying the stay since she will not be able to return in time, Noctis in a moment of weakness is about to call a prostitute but is interrupted when Gladio arrives to ask why Lunafreya left, when Noctis explains everything and what he was about to do, Gladio to prevent Noctis If he gets in trouble for calling a prostitute if Lunafreya or Ravus finds out, Gladio proceeds to fuck Noctis.

Meanwhile Ravus is happy that his sister has to leave Noctis on their honeymoon, but then begins to suspect that Noctis might be cheating on his sister, so he asks Ardyn to go investigate what Noctis is doing. Ardyn upon arriving in Altissia sees that Gladio is fucking Noctis, after hypnotizing the two and finding out why Gladio is fucking Noctis, Ardyn decides to join, after Ardyn has fucked Noctis he comes up with an idea , he returns to Ravus and while he sleeps he hypnotizes him to believe that he loves Noctis and that the reason he hates him is because he really loves him, after having hypnotized Ravus Ardyn returns to altissia so he can continue fucking Noctis, Meanwhile, Ravus, asleep, dreams that he is fucking Noctis twice in the throne room of the citadel in front of everyone.

As the days go by Ravus receives photos sent by Ardyn in which Noctis is seen being fucked by various men (Gladio, Prompto, Ardyn, Nyx, Cor, Ignis) all with their faces covered (except Cor, Nyx and Ardyn, the three of them are those who take the most scandalous, provocative and explicit photos and videos) and in various lewd poses and with Noctis covered or dripping semen, Ravus gets angry because he doesn't understand why Ardyn sends him this and why he gets excited looking at the photos while imagining that It's him in the picture fucking Noctis instead of someone else; until one day Ravus receives a bunch of videos along with a note from Ardyn that says "I hope you enjoy it, by the way I had to call for backup since I had some things to do and couldn't stay, if you decide to join call me I'll pick you up right away." and in less than a day you will be in altissa" when he plays one of the videos he sees that Noctis is being fucked by Prompto, after Ravus masturbates watching all the videos that Ardyn sent him (in each video Noctis was being fucked by a person different), calls Ardyn and demands that he take him to where Noctis is, once there he proceeds to fuck Noctis while complaining that if Noctis wanted a cock so bad he could ask him for it and he would gladly fuck him, then From that everyone (Gladio, Cor, Nyx, Prompto, Ardyn, Ignis and Ravus) takes a turn to fuck Noctis, while everyone sleeps Noctis can only think about how great their honeymoon was.

Wow that is a very long and detailed out idea. Not that I mind, of course! I don't know if and when I'll be able to get around to write it, if I can. But it is also something so delicious to read as it is. I do love when someone needs to get fucked and just left all by themselves. Of course, Noct getting fucked by everyone is such a delight too~

[taruruchi]

Twst oc and character ships as Taylor Swift lyrics

Tagging: @emizel @solxima @linawritestwst The names of your ocs colored so it's easier to find them! The colors are Lina, Sol, Lin, and me!

YAY LET'S GO finally posting something after 102038490134 years of not making any content. And happy holidays to everyone!! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!!

HAYDEN

“I want you to know I'm a mirrorball. I'll show you every version of yourself tonight. ... And when I break, it's in a million pieces.” (mirrorball, folklore)

“By morning, gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean.” (Clean, 1989)

I chose the first part because at first, Hayden keeps trying to reflect what someone wants, right? Whether they want someone like them, someone they admire, etc. And wouldn't he get exhausted because of that at some point? He has to put up a facade with so many people. As for Clean, this is after his redemption arc, when he doesn't have to always keep up his facade anymore! Especially with Riley since he can be himself around him without any judgment! (Bonus: "You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinnin' in my highest heels, love..." because haha he wears heels since he's short I say while he's taller than me)

SETH x ROLLO

“I'm the one who burned us down, but it's not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you. [inserts the rest of the chorus]” (Afterglow, Lover)

“'Cause you could be the one that I love. I could be the one you dream of. A message in a bottle is all I can do, standing here hoping it gets to you.” (Message In A Bottle, Red)

Okay first of all, we had that small bit where Hayden danced with Rollo instead while Seth had to go with the NRC students to safety, right? So yeah Rollo didn't mean to hurt Seth, he just wanted to reach his goal (which I can't really talk about because I haven't watched the event myself). Now the second one happens some time afterwards, when they're together. It reminds me of them because of their long distance relationship, you know? While they're apart, all they can do is send each other letters/texts which isn't always enough, and that's why they hope that their love can reach each other!

ROLAND

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you. I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night and now I see daylight, I only see daylight.” (Daylight, Lover)

The first two lines... basically he's obsessed with his s/o, right? But in my view, this is when he finally finds "the one for him" so he's not as possessive anymore! That's why we have the next line: "Now I see daylight." Once he finds this person, he can finally love in a healthy way and he's just!! happy with his s/o!! i just want him to be happy too :((

LUMI x MILES

“There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. [proceeds to insert the whole song]” (Enchanted, Speak Now)

This absolutely 100% is giving those scenarios sol wrote where they were dancing and aaaaa they're they them just 🥺 because like when Miles went to that party to save Lumi from all those people and they ended up having fun!! Lumi was dreading spending the whole party alone but Miles comes in and dances with her!!

IGNIS x MEDITRINA

“Laughing with my feet in your lap, like you were my closest friend. ... Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us.” (Maroon, Midnights)

So basically sol's ocs are just a big group of friends, right? That's why the first line reminded me of them! And especially because of Ignis, they're both laughing together and having fun. The second line is just Meditrina getting "roses" from Ignis and noticing they're actually carnations because despite having a plant expert gf, he's still a little dumb ksjkdks (affectionate)

IVY x VIL

“Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.” (Red, Red)

“I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who's desperately in love with you. Give me a photograph to hang on my wall, superstar. [inserts just about the rest of the song]” (SuperStar, Fearless)

Down bad, down horrendous. That's really all I can say about the first thing. The second is just Vil being the super famous celebrity that he is and Ivy being, well, in the crowd cheering him on. Despite that, he still notices her and is just being the amazing person he is! He's incredibly polite and gives her a signed picture of him! It sounds like an idol x fan au and I know that's not the case, but it just sounded like it fits and I think it's cute

VANCE x RILEY

“Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend.' And you knew what it was: he is in love.” (You Are In Love, 1989)

They're just. Tiny!! Small!! They start off as friends then they start to see they like each other, the good old friends to lovers!!! They're spending time together one day and all of a sudden, (what I think is) Vance realizes he likes Riley and ajsnndkcmksnd (This also reminds me of that one short scenario about Vance and Bobbie. Y'all remember that?)

ALLEN x NEMIS

“Wasn't it beautiful running wild 'til you fell asleep before the monsters caught up to you? ... Your string of lights are still bright to me. Who you are is not where you've been. You're still an innocent.” (Innocent, Speak Now)

They both had childhoods where they had fun: Allen played with Lumi and Nemis was happy with her sisters and parents. That's until Allen lost his best friend and, well, it went downhill. For Nemis, (I'm realizing I haven't talked about this enough) she lost her parents, the two people who were able to calm her down whenever she was upset. I can see them both seeing past each other's faults and telling the other that it'll be all right from then on because no matter what happened in the past, they're still the same innocent person.

HAYDEN x ELPYS

“This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me.” (Delicate, reputation)

Hayden is really out here getting another part. Anyway, this is also after Overblot™ and his reputation went 📉📉📉 which means!! Whoever likes him has to like the real him, without putting on a mask! That's how we get to Elpys has always been open to befriending him even before his overblot and yayyy that's all, I want them to find happiness

RHYNSTINE x RUGGIE

“We are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. Baby, we're the new romantics! The best people in life are free!” (New Romantics, 1989)

This happened so suddenly—I was just sitting down and thinking who would've fit Rhyne and for some reason it just feels like a fun dynamic?? I think Ruggie would help Rhyne take her mind off things (because she's constantly worried about something) but he'd also have the capacity to help her out when she needs it! Meanwhile Rhyne is looking after Ruggie as well because that's just in her nature PLUS she scolds Leona. Which is the best part. Also in my head they just look cute together 🥺

CIRCE x FLOYD

“Yeah, we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical! ... Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22!” (22, Red)

They're both so energetic and just !!!! Whenever they're together, it's all laughter and smiles. I know Circe isn't good at dancing, but as long as she's having fun then it's okay! Circe's also got her story of being bullied and that's why she escapes to Mostro Lounge, right? That's why I thought the lyrics fit even more. Then Floyd greets her with a big hug and brings her mind away from her bad day and aaaaa they're so adorable together

IVY x JAMIL

“'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light.” (All Too Well, Red)

Ivy absolutely helps Jamil rest. She might drive him up the wall sometimes, but Jamil appreciates her nonetheless. I can definitely see this scene happening. Jamil is working late in the kitchen because apparently Kalim had invited people over to the dorm for brunch together. Ivy sees him and she asks him to take a break, ending up with them dancing with each other.

COLETTE x TITUS

“All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm. He built a fire just to keep me warm.” (Call It What You Want, reputation)

When I thought of this, I was thinking this was sort of after Colette ran away from home and met Titus. She was mad at her family for replacing her, and meanwhile Titus looked after her since she was unfamiliar with living without the care of her family. I like how Titus cares for her as the pain from being replaced is still fresh, even though they just met and they don't know each other. I think it's sweet!

REAL!JAY x ELPYS

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.” (cardigan, folklore)

So Jay is just in Ramshackle living that No Lifer Life (me too, my dude). It's like he's forgotten and he can't be as good as the others, like an old cardigan. But nevertheless, Elpys comes over and tries to bring him out to the sun! She doesn't mind that he seems like he won't grow into a successful person, he's still one of the people she likes to hang around with the most and she'll be with him until he can bring himself to the light on his own!

IRIS x ONYX

“All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting ... Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend.” (Dress, reputation)

You can tell this is from Onyx's pov 😭 He has been pining for how long?? And yeah he just really likes Iris but there's been no progress !! At all !! Even though Onyx really likes her and he's absolutely SMITTEN. I hope he does get his chance soon! Also I know the rest of the lyrics and yeah it doesn't fit them at that point. That's why it's just that

ARIETTA x YULE

“And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress fearless.” (Fearless, Fearless)

I genuinely think they'd do this. Like, imagine: they're walking home from a party or something else and it starts to rain but they're in a (how do you describe it) happy mood that can't be ruined so they just start dancing in the rain together with no worries in the world. It seems like a very ariyule moment to be and it's !!!! no comprehensible thoughts, just them

TARUCHI x AZUL

“All this time I didn't know you were breakin' down. I'd fall to pieces on the floor if you weren't around. Too young to know it gets better. I'll be summer sun for you forever.” (Forever Winter, Red)

I guess this would be around Chapter 3 era? So basically Taruchi hearing Azul's backstory. After that she does her absolute best to assure Azul of his abilities and be genuine with him so he doesn't think she has some underlying motive. I absolutely 100% believe that he would be more comfortable and vulnerable with her

MERRILL x ESTELLE

“Staring at the ceiling with you, oh, you don't ever say too much. And you don't really read into my melancholia.” (Lavender Haze, Midnights)

Estelle is more emotional and vulnerable around people she's close to, that's why I chose this. And I absolutely love the vibes the song has, I'd love for them to have this song. I imagine Merrill doesn't judge her at all, and she does the same for him. I love the mutual understanding and trust they have, I think it's really sweet and I LOVE THEM !!!

EUREKA x EPEL

“You're beautiful. Every little piece, love, don't you know? You're really gonna be someone.” (Stay Beautiful, Taylor Swift)

In my imagination, Eureka is admiring Epel in her head (and accidentally blurting it out sometimes) and she thinks he's beautiful, inside and out! She absolutely believes that he can be the person he wants to be in the future, and she hopes he can stay just as beautiful as he is now. That's what I think, at least!

ACHLYMNA x JADE

“I know looks can be deceiving, but I know I saw a light in you. And as we walked ,we would talk and I didn't say half the things I wanted to.” (Hey Stephen, Fearless)

Everyone thinks Jade is scary, but it was sort of different for Nana. Yeah, she also thought he was scary but when she finally talked to him, she didn't think that anymore. They talked for a long while and she really enjoyed it, which was strange for her since she doesn't usually talk a lot nor enjoy talking to most people. Even more surprising, she wanted to talk more. so yea !!

LISE x IDIA

“And then you say I want you for worse or for better. I would wait for ever and ever. Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait for ever and ever.” (How You Get the Girl, 1989)

Listen, I know their relationship is sort of angsty, but consider. After both of their arcs (chapter 6 and lise with her family stuff). They stick together, through bad or worse, through all their problems! They might have pushed each other away at one or some points, but they still managed to go back to each other! Look at them, battling through everything life throws at them together!! Only true gamers know the cheat codes and special moves they use to get through all that

IVY x SEBASTIAN

“Light pink sky up on the roof, sun sinks down, no curfew. Twenty questions, we tell the truth. You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too. Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand.” (It's Nice to Have a Friend, Lover)

This seems very casual... which I like. I like to think they spend their time like that. Sebastian being stressed from doing so much work and Ivy helping him relax by just. relaxing and doing simple every day things <3 and since Sebastian is more shy (I assume since he's infp) the touching hands part seems cuter

[ Note: I started getting tired at this point so they're shorter ]

BLANCA x MALLEUS

“Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, 'I still love you.' And I'm like, 'I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know? Like, we are never getting back together, like, ever.'” (We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Red)

Blanca got an epiphany and realized that she was better than Malleus could ever be 🧘‍♀️ What a queen ❗

TARUCHI x AZUL (2)

“And I know you could fall for a thousand kings, and hearts that could give you a diamond ring. When I fold, you see the best in me.” (The Joker and the Queen)

Okay so if the first is from Taruchi's pov, this one is Azul's. Even though Azul could be at his low and others could treat her better, she still sticks to him and loves him. As I recently learned from a movie I watched (I think it was Set It Up), "You like because, and you love despite."

IVY x VIL (2)

“I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes.” (King of My Heart, reputation)

Ivy saying she doesn't serve anyone and she can carry herself but suddenly meeting Vil and going 🧎‍♀️ and he IS the king of her heart

RAMSHACKLE GANG

“Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.” (Long Live, Speak Now)

I absolutely love this song and it think it fits their friendship a lot!! As the main group™ they've been through a lot together and of course they fully trust each other. All that time they spend together is treasured because they're practically family now!! I love them so so much and. And they. When they <3

IVY x TREY

“Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you. And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury's out, but my choice is you.” (Ours, Speak Now)

This is just because most people think Trey is boring but sol omg your version of Trey is *chef's kiss* It seems like a sweet ship <3

DEIMA x KALIM

“Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain. 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.” (Sparks Fky, Speak Now)

I like dynamics like this, they're very cute! Deima getting butterflies whenever Kalim approaches her, it's so 🥺 Kalim is just instant serotonin. She's lacked a constant person to rely on and to cheer her on so I think Kalim would really help her with that and it makes me so happy

[pocketsonny]

Ryoken 13-16 if you haven’t already 👁👁

13) Your favorite friendship they have

This one is a tough question cause...I feel strictly in canon, Spectre is the closest Ryoken has to a friend? But also--not quite? Because they spend most of the time in right hand man and leader roles, not on equal footing, even if as kids I do think they got to be friends before Kogami came back in the picture.

I DO really like Spectre/Ryoken friendship, but if I can just headcanon away...

> Ryoken and Yusaku would have an interesting friendship. They could go hours being in the same room, not talking, both engaged in whatever they are doing in their laptops. They send each other technology news or have Their brand of nerd humor (also lots of cat pictures in that chat).

Ryoken rejected Yusaku's friendship in S1 but afterwards, post-canon territory, I think they could begin to be friends for real. Duel the way they only got to do once as kids. They are both very similar so they'd understand each other pretty well I think (like, both sure love to LEAVE without a word!).

>BUT, I ALSO LOVE THE POTENTIAL TAKERU AND RYOKEN HAD AS A FRIENDSHIP---ROMANCE ASIDE---I THINK THEY'D BE SUCH IDIOTS TOGETHER (gestures at Future Circuit), THEY'D ALSO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER WHERE THEY LEAST EXPECT IT...i need a whole other post for TakeRyo friendship. It's so dear to me. ALL THE STUPID SHENANIGANS THEY'D GET INTO. The playful nudges. The banter that has lost the heat and anger and it's just them messing with each other. UGH.

>AND THIS ONE IS FULLY HEADCANON BUT. Miyu and Ryoken, okay. I wrote a whole fic of Miyu bullying Ryoken and them becoming friends. This one is so funny because it's Ryoken being exasperated a lot and her pushing his buttons--she would really drag out Ryoken's playfulness tho, maybe his confident side too. And he likes how Miyu doesn't mince words, and neither does he, but both are so good at masking their feelings...so they can see the tells when the other isn't doing good. Ryoken cares for her when Miyu gets careless with herself...

Okay so which one is my fave? HARD TO SAY, I JUST WANT RYOKEN TO HAVE MORE FRIENDS 😭😭! !!

14) Best storyline they had -> HERE!

15) Worst storyline they had

It's...hard to say? I wouldn't say "worst" as in "the weakest" rather, I want to say S2 but like. His entrance in that season is the BOMB, so not that, and it's interesting how his views seem to be shifting, if ever so slightly, when it comes to the ignis. His duel with lightning is so good too and his loss...his smile...augh. But in S2 he has good MOMENTS, overall S2 isn't focusing so much on him like in S1 where his storyline is strongest (for me).

In the past I might've said S3, since it's the shortest season, and at first it feels like Ryoken's character has regressed at the start--BUT NOT, because of course he's watching out for Ai, Ryoken still believes in the simulations and in what they revealed, but I did feel that up to Blue Maiden+Akira vs Ai, he...was waiting for Ai to prove him wrong? But Ai mercilessly defeated them and took Akira's consciousness and Rev was like "I won't hesitate to defeat you NOW" (was he hesitating before, isn't that what he's saying?). RYOKEN RARELY SAYS WHAT HE TRULY MEANS SO. YOU REALLY GOTTA WATCH HIM WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS 🔍

16) A childhood headcanon

Here's one! But have another: this one is more when he's a young teen/almost teen + Spectre is already around, possibly Kogami is back and the KOH were starting to form.

So like. The tattoo thing. How did he get it?

I want to think that it's a funny (?) story where Ryoken + Spectre snuck out to the city and went to a tattoo parlor, but since they are kids got shooed away. But they end up at another...slightly shadier looking tattoo place. And at first the owner was gonna kick them away but Ryoken brandished the Credit Card Tm "I can pay" (Ryoken has a very "money can get me whatever I want" mindset back then HAHSHA).

Owner like shrugs okay whatever kid (the parents can scold him later if he's using their credit card, they think). What do you want done LOL and Ryoken's got like a render or something that he did digitally of the design and the owner is more confused like, he expected something edgy or cringe, this kid is 12, what is this triangle...thing...oh whatever. must be a nerd thing.

And Ryoken thinks he's being so cool like ah yes now I have a MARK of my LOYALTY and guilt and Spectre is like Ryoken-sama that looks SO COOL (and Spectre might've got a tattoo too back then but I haven't decided what).

[scarabiaa]

Gale Birthday SSR Vignette Part I

Gale don't kill me you're the third guy whose birthday i haven't done yes I am giving you angst though enjoy <3

[ pomefiore - gale's dorm - midnight ]

Gale: "Ugh, I feel sick. It's midnight--oh. Midnight. Happy birthday to me."

Gale: "Ah, there they are, the messages from my friends. I'm happy about that, I really am."

Gale: "...Am I? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my friends but I'm not used to being, you know, actually treated right on my birthday. A while ago, I said that I wouldn't celebrate it again."

Gale: "Not a birthday went by where my mother didn't make me want to cry by the end of the day. My father didn't care either. My little brother always demanded for presents and of course, they bought him something. Not me."

Gale: "Also, on my 18th birthday, I was excited because it was a turning point for me and I would get to see my friends back on Earth. I even invited my girlfriend at the time."

Gale: "No one showed up. Everyone I had asked said they would go and that they were super excited but two days before, a lot of them said they had other things to do or that they couldn't make it. My girlfriend had said she couldn't make it either."

Gale: "Found out she had gone to another guy's house that day. I don't know how long it had been, the cheating, but it felt deliberate, the way that I found out on my birthday."

Gale: "I went home and I cried because I felt like no one cared. I even told myself I would never celebrate another birthday again."

Gale: "I might just not celebrate it this time either. I don't feel too good. I'm going back to sleep. Is there a spell that helps me sleep for a day? Maybe. I'll ask Meditrina, she's good with poisons and medicine and stuff."

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[ pomefiore dorm - lounge ]

Iris: All right, 5 am and you called her?

Ignis: Yeah! She's our best bet to getting Gale and getting him out for his birthday.

Colette: Dude, no offense, but that's the stupidest idea I've heard. You're his best friend.

Ignis: I know! But Tree is the one most probable to be awake--

Lumi: Did you say you called Meditrina?

Ignis: Who else did you think I was talking about?

Iris: I thought you meant Valkyrie. Since she and Gale always talk trash on Wednesdays.

Onyx: Thought it was Fridays?

Iris: Pretty sure it's Wednesday.

Onyx: It's Friday.

Lumi: Guys. We're all dead right now. Ignis called Medi while she was sleeping.

Ignis: Wait, what's going on?

*dragging footsteps and a haunting groan*

Titus: Oh hell no, if that's a ghost I'm out of here.

Blanca: You literally live with them!

Titus: Not in the same dorm! I'm not Grim or Minnie or Seth! I'm leaving--

Colette: No, you're not.

Titus: No, I'm not.

Meditrina: Which...one...of you...called me...AT FIVE IN THE GOD FORSAKEN MORNING?

Blanca: Aaaaand we're dead.

Lumi: Very much so. You think Navin can knock her out?

Iris: If he wakes up in time, yeah. But he sleeps like a rock. You're on your own, buddy boy.

Ignis: SHE'LL STRANGLE ME!

Iris: That sounds like a you problem. Oh, where did Astro go--NO. ASTRO.

Blanca: Is he--holding a baseball bat? Behind Meditrina?

Iris: PUT THAT DOWN.

Meditrina: Ignis. IGNIS, COME HERE BEFORE I--

Ignis: Iris, your Unique Magic, go!

Iris: I'm not using it against her, you're crazy.

Blanca: Your Unique Magic is our best option. Colette's is a torture method, Astro doesn't have his dice, Lumi and Ignis will send us into either a tundra or hell, and Titus has a defensive force field--

Iris: Use him!

Titus: It only works for a short amount of time. If you use yours against her, you can control her while we figure out a way to, you know, make sure she doesn't kill Ignis.

Iris: ...Fine. But Ignis, you are so screwed.

Ignis: Tick tock, Tree looks ready to send me six feet under.

Iris: There's a prize for rotten judgement, there's a price to pay. There's aggravation, there's no light of heaven or day, there's only False Love.

Meditrina: Iris? Iris...

Ignis: Great! Now she's in love with you.

Onyx: OH, COME ON!

[louisvuittontrashbags]

Hi there! First, I love all of your fanfic, seriously. I love it how it makes me feel I'm there for real :D thanks for all the great job. I know it's been a while though, but I really have no way to get to a story I'm dying to read, it's a fanfic about Prompto sexting with his S/O I found in the Dirty FFXV Confessions blog. AFAIK is not listed in the Masterlist of this site and when I go to the other, it always tells me the content is restricted (I did try to unlock it but it wont work)

Idk when this ask even came in, but since UTW is basically lost to Tumblr Explicit Hell I had to dig deep into my documents to find this one. So I'll just repost it for you if you're still out there, anon!

Could i get a scenario where prompto’s SO is sexting him while they’re in the regalia with the bros? when they finally reach the hotel, prom cant hold back any longer- things get nsfw from there ;)

You look around the car, bored out of your skull and desperate for something to take your mind off of the mind-numbingly dull journey home. Another 30 minutes left… ugh. Gladio has fallen asleep to your right with his book over his face, and Noctis snoozes quietly with his head leaning against the window. Prompto is nearly asleep himself in the front seat, but you can see him clutching his phone. A naughty thought enters your mind, and you settle on your entertainment for the remainder of your car ride. You pull your phone out and begin to compose a text, muting the sound so as not to give yourself away.

Can’t wait to get you alone tonight.

You hit send and wait. Prompto’s phone buzzes quietly in his hand, startling him out of his stupor. He stretches for a moment, then unlocks his phone. You can see his lips moving as he reads silently. He chances a look back at you, then looks away immediately. You can see a slight blush creeping up the back of his neck. His fingers fly as he texts you back. A few moments later, his response appears on your phone’s lock screen.

Yeah?

You squint at your phone. …yeah? Is that the best he’s got? Time to turn it up. You grin to yourself as you write your response.

Yeah… I’ve been thinking about going down on you all day. I miss the feeling of your cock in my mouth… your hands in my hair… the sounds you make when I take you all the way to the back of my throat…

Prompto’s phone buzzes again, and this time he carefully angles the screen of his phone away from Ignis. His body posture stiffens, as though he’s trying extremely hard to look casual. He puts his cell down for a moment, then glances at it again out of the corner of his eye. Eventually he manages to compose a response with one hand, all while doing his best to look as bored as possible. It’s adorable. His response arrives a few seconds later.

Fuck, babe… ur gonna make me hard, and Iggys gonna see. stop it

You bite your lip to stifle a giggle, and issue an immediate response.

Mmm… let’s talk some more about you getting hard. I wish I could just reach over the seat and take you in my hand, feeling you growing stiffer in my grasp as I stroke you.

Prompto shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and you can see him cross one leg over the other, then uncross them again. He rubs the back of his neck, and you can see his blush has deepened.

babe…

You know you’ve got him on the ropes now. You press your advantage.

I can’t wait to get to the room so I can push you down and have my way with you. I want to ride you tonight.

Prompto’s reply is swift.

im the one who’s going 2 have my way with u 2nite. be ready.

As Ignis pulls into the motel parking lot, you can see Prompto holding tightly to the car door, his knuckles white with effort. He nearly leaps out of the car, walking swiftly to the front desk and loitering impatiently as you all sort out your rooms. He all but tosses his bag into the boys’ room, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was following you, earning a few raised eyebrows from the rest of the group. You hadn’t exactly gone public with your relationship yet though you suspected the boys must have had some idea something was going on. Well they’ll probably know after tonight.

As you enter the motel room and deposit your bag on the floor, Prompto pushes into the room after you and swings the door shut. As soon as the door clicks in the latch you find yourself slammed against the wall, your boyfriend’s lips greedily devouring your own. You moan loudly against his tongue, praying your friends have already gone into their room. Prompto pushes his thigh between yours, and you writhe against him, grinding yourself against the lean muscle of his leg. His hands are everywhere, slipping beneath your clothes and seeking out your soft curves. He mutters against your lips.

“Think you’re so sneaky… like I wasn’t gonna catch up to you.”

You slip your hands under his shirt, relishing the feeling of his toned abs beneath your palms, but Prompto wrenches himself away from you immediately, fixing you with a glare that lights a fire in your core. He grabs your forearm and flings you handily onto the bed, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the floor.

It’s rare that Prompto gets riled up enough to take control like this, but you love it when he does. You hurriedly shed your clothes as you see Prompto beginning to undress, but you only manage to get your top off before he dives on top of you, pinning your arms down at your sides. “Oh no you don’t,” he growls in a register that sends a tingle up your spine. He buries his face in your cleavage, bringing his hands up to squeeze harshly at your breasts underneath the cups of your bra. You can feel his rather impressive bulge pressing into your leg, straining at his jeans. When you reach one hand into his hair and give it a sharp tug, he groans loudly into your cleavage before climbing back up to kiss you roughly. “Mmm… pretty sure I said no touching.”

“You didn’t actually say anything as I recall…”

Prompto pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck them eagerly. “You know what I mean.” He watches you with a hunger in his eyes, his pupils blown and his lids low. He withdraws his hand abruptly and plunges it down beneath the waistband of your pants, relishing in the gasp his touch elicits from you. You whisper to him, your faces only inches apart. “I could suck something else for you, you know…”

Prompto shakes his head. “Not tonight. I told you… after that stunt you pulled in the car… we’re doing things my way.” You arch beneath him as one finger slides easily into your sex, fisting the sheet in your free hand. Another long and nimble finger joins the first, and he begins to move in and out of you, biting down onto your neck as he works you. You can already tell the delicate flesh of your neck has bruised, but all thoughts of the consequences are driven out of your mind as he picks up speed. You can sense yourself hurtling towards your orgasm, but just as you feel it coming he cruelly deprives you of his touch, pulling his hand up and out of your panties and forcing his fingers back into your mouth. You let out a whine, but dutifully clean his digits with your tongue, the taste of your essence mingling with that of his skin. He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down only far enough to free his cock, leaving them hanging off his hips.

You have to take a moment to admire the sight before you: Prompto bites his lip, pumping his length in his fist a few times as he looks down at you on the bed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes quietly begging for him. He reaches down and pulls your pants down and off your legs, taking your panties with them. When he crawls over you you can’t help but shiver at the intimidating figure leaning over you. You adore Prompto for his sweetness, but these moments when he’s in complete control make you absolutely weak for him. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he enters you, swallowing your moans and answering with a few of his own. Normally Prompto takes his time with you, but tonight he begins to move within you immediately, fucking you savagely. His hands grip your hips tightly, clamping your bodies together at the waist. He looks you in the eyes as he rams in and out of you, grunting his commands to you.

“Make sure you speak up. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“B-but Prompto… ahhh… the boys m-might hear…”

“Good… I want them to.”

He jackhammers in and out of you furiously, leaving you little choice in the matter of volume. His name tumbles from your lips in a gasping cry as he pounds you towards your release; when your orgasm hits you clench hard around his cock and shout his name so loudly you’re positive the entire motel (and a few surrounding buildings) knows just who gave it to you tonight. Prompto isn’t finished with you yet though; he pistons into you mercilessly, taking what he wants from you even as you lay spent beneath him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on tightly, crying out with every thrust. As he reaches his peak he buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin. His body tenses and he slumps down against you, letting you feel the full weight of his body on yours. Your bodies are slick with exertion, and you can feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest. All the tension has left him—he rolls down to your side, snuggling his head into your chest. When you put your arms around him he leans up to kiss you sweetly on the cheek.

“Um… sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Prom? You know I love it when you get like that.”

“The guys saw me go in your room… and we made so much noise. They’re definitely gonna know now.”

You tilt his chin up towards your face and give him a soft kiss. “It’s about time they found out anyway. I’m tired of hiding it. I love you… I want everyone to know.”

Prompto returns your kiss enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with his usual sweetness.

“Well that’s good… cause I think the entire block knows now.”

[goodlucktai]

(I feel like I should finish your prompt first but. These ones are so good....feel free to ignore if you have too many asks but 29 or 33 with chocobros...?

PROMPTS LIST

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

ik i just did this one for natsuyuu but...........chocobros

x

They're somewhere in Duscae, near enough to the coast that each breeze carries a hint of the sea, on another errand for another stranger to scrape together enough gil to eat tonight.

They've stopped at the last little roadside cluster of shops before the countryside stretches far and wide and wild, stocking up on what meager supplies they can afford.

Noctis has never lived this way before. He's never gone to bed hungry before. Neither has Gladio or Ignis, for all their world-weariness and the general practical knowledge and common sense they walk around with that far surpasses Noctis' own.

Ignis can budget with the best of them, and Gladio is willing to eat literally anything at any time, but Prompto is the one who gets it.

He chats at length about all the times he's had to get creative with pasta or rice because it was all that was left in his pantry. Back in high school, when he could only work part-time. When someone should have been taking care of him, and instead he was left to figure out how to stretch a tiny budget much farther than made sense.

"Come on, Iggy," he said once when they were out shopping, half-laughing. Like he thought Ignis was joking. "Fresh produce? We've got like a hundred gil between the four of us and we're totally out of restoratives."

And Ignis paused, and glanced sidelong at him. He put back the crisp, flowery vegetables and pulled out his little notebook and asked for suggestions instead. It took Prompto a few minutes to convince himsef that Ignis was taking him seriously, but now they like, bond over canned fruit.

"I'm gonna kill this catoblepas with my bare hands," Gladio says with feeling, leaning against the car. "I'm so godsdamned sick of pasta. Don't tell Iggy I said that."

Noctis rolls an energy drink between his hands absently, brow furrowed. It's tricky business, and he's not very good at it just yet, but home-made elixirs save them a ton of gil. He feels guilty when they have to spend their money on something he should be able to do himself.

"I'm telling him," he says without missing a beat. "He'll never forget, and he'll give you shit every single time you make cup noodles from now on, forever."

"I can't stand you," Gladio tells him seriously.

The bell above the door of the convenience store rings brightly, and Noctis glances up to see Ignis and Prompto walking out looking a lot more cheerful than they did going in.

Gladio's face does something very subtle and specific when he sees them, there and gone in a second, before Noctis can pin it down and figure it out.

"What are you two chucklefucks up to?" he calls over. Ignis immediately narrows a disapproving stare at him, but Prompto beams.

"I got a commission, sort of!" he says.

"A commission?" Noctis parrots, sending the energy drink back to the Armiger.

"Sort of?" Gladio adds.

"While we were checking out, the store-owner saw my camera, and seemed really into it," Prompto says. "Since, you know. It's unique."

Noctis does know. The digital camera hanging at Prompto's side has been with him since Noctis first bought it for him three years ago. He would rebuild it every so often, bowed over a collection of impossibly tiny parts spread out carefully across a dish towel at the kitchen table in Noctis' apartment. To call it unique is a bit of an understatement.

Gladio frowns, sensing where this is going a split-second before Noctis does. "And?"

"And he offered me money for it! Like, more than it's worth probably. A lot more."

"I don't see how that could be possible," Ignis says smoothly, leaning through the open window of the Regalia to put the shopping bag in the backseat. "Since your camera is clearly priceless. Which is what I explained to the man."

Noctis relaxes, glad that Ignis and Prompto have bonded over shopping to the point that neither of them want to do it unless they can go together-- because if Prompto had been in there by himself, he 100% would have sold his camera. He would have hated to do it, but he would have done it. It's like he thinks he owes his friends something just for letting him exist.

"Good looking out, Specs," Gladio says gruffly. Prompto waffles a bit, looking torn between pleased and embarrassed. Noctis decides to rescue him.

"What commission, though?" he asks.

"Oh, right. Well, he was kind of bummed about the camera, but he asked if he could see some of my photos, and Ignis said we had time-- "

If it were literally anyone else, Noctis thinks, up to and including and especially the Actual Crown Prince, Ignis would have said they were in a hurry and not to show off.

"--and he seemed really impressed! With the photos! I told him we were going to take down a catoblepas, and he asked why, and I said for some cash, I mean, clearly," Prompto adds, gesturing at the four of them and their general road grime. "So he, ah-- well he's never seen a catoblepas up close before, and he said if I could get some good pictures of it, he'd pay me for them. He gave me a figure, and it's, like, better than some of the jobs I've done for Vyv."

He's delighted, clearly. He likes feeling like he's pulling his own weight. Noctis is always so relieved when Vyv calls, not because of the inherent payday, but more because it puts this light in Prompto's eyes that Noctis would easily climb a hundred volcanic mountains for.

"Damn, Prompto, at this rate you'll have funded our whole trip," Gladio says. He doesn't ruffle his hair anymore, because Prompto actually hates that, just sort of scrunches his fingers through it instead. Prompto doesn't hate that at all. It's adorable.

Sometimes in the early morning, when he and Noctis are the last to drag themselves out of the tiny camper, they'll do their affirmations together:

"Gotta be our best today," Noctis will say, and Prompto will put on this absurdly determined expression, bed hair hanging into his eyes and cheek still creased pink from the pillow.

"Gotta get those hair scrunches," he'll reply gravely.

"What else did he say, Prompto?" Ignis says in a pleasant tone of voice that Noctis hasn't trusted since he was seven years old.

"Um! Nothing. Nothing worth repeating, anyway, you know." He is looking completely away from them now, an avoidance tactic if Noctis has ever seen one. "Woah, is that really the time? We better get going if we wanna catch that cow before it gets dark!"

He turns toward the car and runs into Gladio's arm instead.

"He suggested that Prompto's talents would be put to better use in different company," Ignis says, his voice carrying clearly over Prompto's whine of 'nooo, Iggy, let it go.' "He said that if Prompto ever got tired of our lifestyle, his door would be open."

Ah, Noctis thinks, followed by, ouch?

"Oh, fuck that guy," Gladio blurts. "Let me go talk to him."

"No!" Prompto clings to his arm, throwing all his weight into keeping Gladio in place. The Shield, who could bench Prom's entire body weight in one hand, lets himself be detained anyway and pretends to be annoyed about it. "Ignis, why are you causing trouble right now?" Prompto says frantically.

"Transparency is important in a relationship," Ignis replies.

"There's transparency and then there's causing trouble. Noct, tell them."

"I think Gladio should go talk to him," Noctis says immediately. But then Prompto looks betrayed, and it makes Noctis feel awful. "Ugh, okay. Okay. We're leaving. Ignis, Gladio, that's an executive order."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the face?" Gladio grumbles.

"Am I-- yes, dude!" Prompto half-laughs nervously. "Very sure!"

"What if I just broke his nose a little?"

"Then that would be treason, I guess, cause Noct just said no."

It's with the standard amount of bickering and noise that they climb into the car, the top rolling up over their heads as it starts to drizzle. Ignis pulls smoothly back onto the cracked asphalt road and reaches over to turn the radio on; a peace offering. From the backseat, Noctis can see the corner of Prompto's smile, framed by a flyaway piece of yellow hair.

They live this way now, but they didn't always. Noctis used to have the run of the whole Citadel, had his own penthouse apartment, grew up dodging banquets and lavish dinners. It's not like he likes sleeping on the ground and having nothing to eat. It's not like he chose to lose his home.

But it could be worse. It's not a bad way to live, just Noctis and the people he loves best and these countless hours together. There's a lot of hard work and sometimes he goes to bed hungry but he knows he'll remember these days forever. He knows he'll miss them.

"Hey," he says, over the quiet sound of rain on the windows and the catchy synth-pop crooning out of the speakers. "Don't ever sell your camera, okay?"

Prompto says, "I mean, I wouldn't ever want to."

"Seriously," Noctis presses. He doesn't want to let it go. It feels important. "Your pictures are-- they mean the world to me, Prom. I can't even tell you."

His friend looks bewildered. He's half-turned in his seat, and his eyes stray to Gladio, then jump to Ignis, then settle back on Noctis. Whatever he's looking for, he seems to find it, because he smiles.

"Okay, weirdo," he says, "one fully-documented roadtrip, coming up. I won't leave anything out."

Noctis is counting on it.

[mehbzz]

Claimed

NSFT 18+ ABO AU. FFXV Omega isekai F!reader claimed by Alpha Gladio and Alpha Ignis. Includes - dubcon, forced claiming, aggressive possessive controlling behaviour, yandere and general asshole behaviour. oral sex, double penetration, anal, lactation. Includes smut, explicit but not too detailed, I tried to skim over it. Feat. oral with Prompto and Drautos being creepy. Needs some editing I think. It's long!

“An omega?” The shock is strong in Drautos’ voice and you feel Ignis tense immediately beside you. You smile in greeting and Drautos takes a curious step closer, although Noctis tugs your arm to drag you behind him before you can say hello and Gladio steps in front of you both blocking your view entirely.

The bemusement in Drautos voice is evident, “I see.” “The King gave his permission for the Kingsglaive to serve as protection if needed. However as we don’t plan on leaving the Citadel it is unlikely,” Ignis’ voice is deep in his ‘advisor mode’ as you had dubbed it, and you smile slightly at his officious tone. “Confidential information, need to know only.” Ignis continues. Drautos hums in response. “Of course. However you know you won’t be able to hide her status for long? She smells too different. Too appealing.” He must have taken another step forward as Gladio growls low in his throat, a warning that makes even you flinch back. “Come on, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” Noctis pulls you away from the rising tension. You let him pull you away, glancing back to see Ignis standing between Gladio and Drautos before he tugs you round a corner, obscuring your view.

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“Trigger a heat?” Ignis frowns, “Risky. We don’t know enough about omegas and their heats. The first one should be natural.”

They both fall quiet for a moment before Gladio speaks again.

“I’m not letting her leave, she’s ours. There’s nothing stopping us from just taking her.” “A forced bonding would ruin all the hard work it has taken to get her to this point, it would take even more work to get her to forgive us once she realise what it means.”

“She’s not leaving Iggy.” Gladio repeats, watching you as Noctis enthusiastically shows you what looks like a new fishing lure he’d bought. Whether your interest is genuine or not he can’t tell “And she’d forgive us, she wouldn’t have a choice once bitten.” He glances back at Ignis “And you didn’t say no.”

“It’s a last resort. She’s nearly there, just a little more patience.”

“I'm not waiting forever. She’s getting to much attention.” He sighs. “Fine. But if she's hasn't by her first heat we do it my way.”

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Drautos is the only one outside of the King and his Shield that officially knows your status as an omega. Since your first brief meeting a week ago you hadn’t seen him outside of a nodded acknowledgement when you had passed him in the halls outside your room. He’s big, his scent is intimidating, and as you walk closer to where he and Ignis are talking you feel more than a little nervous.

“…with a pretty thing like that.”

Ignis doesn't reply to whatever Drautos’ comment had been instead flicking his gaze to you as you approach. He looks tense, and steps closer to you when you arrive.

Drautos looks surprised at your appearance “Why is she not helping the Prince with his rut?”

“I'm no-“

Ignis tuts at you and you shut your mouth unquestioningly at the sound.

Drautos smiles "pretty and obedient". His eyes roam over you, tracing over your curves in a way that makes you feel slightly queasy, before lingering on your neck and his smile gets wider, flashing his teeth. “And unclaimed.”

Ignis immediately steps in front of you with a tight smile. “If there was nothing else Drautos, we should be on our way.”

Drautos nods but you can feel his eyes burning into your back as you half walk, half stumble as Ignis tugs you back towards your room; you skip to catch up with his quick stride.

“What does he mean I'm not claimed?” “Why are you wandering around alone?” You roll your eyes “You said don’t leave the Citadel, not my room and I’m not wandering around. I was hungry.” He studies you out of the corner of his eye. “You’ve been eating a lot recently. Are you feeling well? Hot flushes? Cramps?” his gaze drifts to your chest. “Lactation?” “What?! No! I feel fine.” You try to pull your arm out of his grip but he tightens it and growls at you in warning. You submit immediately and after a few steps he relaxes his hold.

“Am I supposed to be helping Noctis?” Ignis looks at you in surprise and then smiles. “Ruts can be intense, and would probably trigger your heat. Is it selfish to want you to experience your first with me and Gladio?” It wasn't a yes, or a no, and you still feel confused. “Is it something omegas are supposed to do?” “Do you want to?”

He’s being evasive and you focus on the flash of annoyance rather than the blush that threatens to overrun you at his question. “Well what do alphas in rut do without an omega?”

Ignis stops and interrupts you with a kiss that only adds to your irritation. The half answers and evasions from all of them were getting more prevalent now you had returned to the Citadel. Their expectation for your obedience had also risen, as had their control over you. You nip at his lip in retaliation and he pulls back with a soft grunt. “Packs help each other out if warranted. It's something we can discuss at a later time.” He sounds exasperated, but he’s actually, sort of, answering your questions and you decide to take the risk to push for more.

“Why aren’t I claimed?” He stiffens and you can tell straight away he is uncomfortable with the question. “It doesn’t apply to us” You feel a pang of hurt as you consider his words. “You don't want me?” “Yes I do.” His reply is quick and the emotion that flashes across his face is gone too fast for you to read. “Then why?” “You want to leave us and return home, don't you?” His words sound like an accusation and sting even if his tone is casual. “Oh. I-, yes, I guess.” “Then it’s a moot point.” His voice is cold and you shrink little at hearing it.

You walk in silence for a few minutes, and by the time you reach the staircase back to your room you’ve worked up the courage to ask more questions. “Who can claim an omega?” He hesitates but he answers you which is a surprise. “Any Alpha.”

“How? Like a marriage ceremony?”

“Not quite”

“Does a whole pack claim one omega?”

“Depends on the pack”

“What about ours?”

He stops just outside your door and turns towards you. He's frustrated, and you hesitate, unsure if it's directed at your endless run of questions or lingering from Drautos.

“Ours?” He echoes your word with a faint smile. “It depends on the pack” he repeats. He cocks his head to the side and stares at you curiously. “Did you want to help Noctis through his rut?” You ignore the mild rush of aroused interest that flitters through you and try not to notice the way Ignis’ nostrils flare as he scents you. “You’re avoiding my question.” “As are you with mine” “I don’t think so.” You give in and answer his question “I like, uh, doing stuff with him.” You can feel the blush across your face thinking of all the times you had woken to him suckling or nosing at your chest. “But I don’t feel the same way about him that I do about you and Gladio.” Ignis hums. “Physical and casual sexual affection between packmates is normal darling, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You clear your throat “so what does a claim mean?“

He sighs wearily, “A claim is a type of bond. We can discuss this another time.”

“You always say that.” He smiles at your pout and steps closer. “Do you want to be claimed?” His voice is low and the abrupt change in his attitude throws you off balance. “I don’t- I don’t know.” You stutter and try to avoid his gaze he pushes you back against the wall. “Next time I have you beneath me, next time I have you cumming hard around my knot I could claim you. Do you want that?” He doesn’t give you time to answer as he strokes a finger down your throat before sliding his hand into your hair. Gripping it tightly enough to draw a small pained whimper from you as he bares your throat. The rare show of physical dominance from him both excites and unnerves you. “Tonight when you are pinned between Gladio and I, we could claim you together, mark you as ours.” You moan and arch your back but his grip on your hair is tight and he stays just out of your reach. “Ours to love,” he presses a soft barely there kiss to the sensitive spot just below your ear “Ours to keep. Ours to own” His left hand slides between your legs, cupping your pussy through your pants. “Ours to knot and fill with cum again and again. Ours to breed.” He watches you try to grind against his palm, offering you no assistance as you whine pathetically at the lack of friction.

He takes pity on you and presses his thumb in firm circles against your clit through your pants, the sensation just enough to ease the ache and have you rising slowly towards orgasm. “We want you to stay.” he whispers against your ear “We want you” it’s his words that send you over the edge. We want you to stay the words echo round your head and you bury your teeth into the shoulder of his shirt as you ride out your high. The sob escapes you before you can stop it, but Ignis doesn’t say anything, just lets you curl into him and bury your face into his neck, nosing beneath the collar of his shirt to scent him better. “You’re not doing a very good job of keeping our omega hidden, making out in the hallway like a couple of horny teenagers.” Gladio’s voice is singing with amusement and you bury your face further into Ignis neck to hide your blush “Could smell her two floors down.” You feel mortified at his words and reluctantly step away from Ignis. You can’t tell from Gladio’s expression whether he’s just teasing you or not. He grins at you before turning to Ignis. “We’ll be late.” Ignis nods in response and urges you towards you door. They both usher you into your room, insisting on seeing you safely inside before they leave despite your assurances you could walk the 5 steps inside on your own.

“You made a nest?” The surprised pride is evident in Ignis’ voice and you follow his gaze to the pile of blankets and pillows on your couch. “Uh, no?” You frown at the look exchanged between Gladio and Ignis once again excluded from whatever assumptions they were making. “I thought you were going to be late.” it comes out snappier than you intended and Gladio glowers at you. “Watch your tone Omega.” Your apology is immediate, an instinctual desire to appease your alpha. “Sorry.” It’s met with silence and you force yourself to look up at him. He watches you expectantly for a few seconds and you glance towards Ignis to help you out. He’s just watching you too; his willingness to step in when Gladio was getting too domineering or aggressive was getting less and less frequent. You fight the urge to roll your eyes and look back at Gladio. “Sorry Alpha.” Ignis finally steps up at your words and motions him towards the door. “She is right Gladio, we need to leave” Ignis gives you a smile before he closes the door behind him, “We’ll be back later tonight. Behave yourself.”

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The morning after your short run in with Drautos you had been subjected to a new list of rules from Ignis. Your movements within the Citadel were now incredibly restricted. You had felt mildly uncomfortable with Drautos’ attention but not the threat your pack seemed to deem him as. If you were not with Ignis or Gladio, you were to stay in your room. Your room was more than adequate, a rather large lounge area which led into an amazing bedroom. Those two rooms alone were larger than your apartment back home, and the extravagant bathroom had left you speechless. Despite staying in such luxurious surroundings you hadn’t received the new rules very well, and once you had realised they were actually locking you in your room it had resulted in an argument that had ended with you tearfully apologising for not trusting them to look after you.

With Noctis still working through his rut, Prompto was your solo company for tonight. He’d tried teaching you how to set up and take the perfect selfie before realising you weren’t really in the mood and had eventually settled down with you on the couch, snuggled together among the pile of blankets and watched a couple of pretty cheesy action movies. He had offered, or had been told; to stay overnight but you had happily accepted either way. He was good company and the pair of you had lay in bed and chatted for a couple of hours before he had nodded off next to you. You however couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts for some reason kept straying to Noctis, in rut, alone. It had been just over a week since your return to the Citadel and nearly 4 days since you had seen him and you weren’t ashamed to admit after spending so long with him every day, you missed him.

Your relationship with Noctis wasn't exactly platonic, the various fading hickeys across your breasts and one still painful bite on one nipple was testament to that, but you'd not slept together. Your thoughts straying yet again to the thought of Noctis all wound up and horny made your breasts ache and nipples tingle and you huffed in annoyance, wriggling to try and get comfy.

“Can't sleep?” Prompto stirs beside you and rolls over to look at you. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Noct” you answer before you can stop yourself.

“Oh”

“Is that what omegas are supposed to do?” He looks confused at your question. “Help the pack alphas with their ruts?” you clarify.

“I don't know. What does Iggy say?”

“He doesn't”

The fact that Ignis doesn’t talk about it seems to make Prompto drop the subject. He fidgets again, lying on his side and propping his head up on his hand. “What’re you thinking about Noct?” His voice is light, trying too hard to sound casual.

“Just…” you pause as lewd images skip through your brain again and the pulse of arousal has you squeezing your thighs together. “Stuff.” you finish lamely.

You hear Prompto’s breath hitch and he cautiously rests his hand on your thigh as he scoots closer.

“What's a rut like?”

“Intense. Messy.” He blushes and looks away “uh, can be a lot of fun if you have someone to spend it with”

“Do you help each other?”

He shrugs. “Sometimes.” Sometimes. The thought of Ignis and Gladio sharing their rut together, naked and sweaty, writhing and fucking for days on end makes your pussy throb.

The sudden tension in the air is making it hard for you to keep your breath steady and you lean slightly into Prompto’s touch, letting your thigh press into his hand and sliding your calf in between his.

His fingers dance over your thigh. “Want me to help you relax?” His voice is eager but you can smell the nervousness in his scent. “Yes please.” It’s no more than a sigh but he hears you and slides his hand slowly between your legs, his fingers clumsily stroking your clit before he sits up.

“Can I taste you?” You moan your agreement and open your legs wider to allow him space to kneel between them. He lies flat on the mattress between your spread legs, pressing little kisses up the inside of your thigh, and letting his tongue trail up to suck lightly on your labia. He swirls his tongue through your folds but avoids the place you want him to touch the most. “Tell me what you like” “A little higher,” it’s hard to catch your breath, words escaping you in a breathless rush, but he doesn’t listen to you. Continuing to swipe his tongue slowly through your wetness “Prom, please don’t tease.” “I’m not.” He doesn’t sound like he’s lying, but you’re not convinced his teasing is purely unintentional. “Tell me again.” “Higher, harder” you mumble around your moans, trying to guide him with your hips. He licks a broad wet stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit. “Like that?” “Yes, fuck yes, just like that” you fingers swirl stroke through his hair and you tug him firmer against you. “Does it feel good?” he speaks against your clit and the vibration makes you moan. “Yes gods prom, so good” you tighten your hold in his hair “just like that, good boy” he moans loud at your praise, his own hips gently rocking as he grinds into the mattress. He’s eager, sloppy and uncoordinated but he learns fast, changing and adjusting his technique to the way your body responds to him. He groans as he pushes his tongue into your wet pussy and you cry out in surprise, bucking your hips up against him. He shifts one hand from your thigh to press a palm flat on your belly, holding you still as he fucks you with his tongue. The steady rise of your orgasm increases quickly with each thrust of his tongue. “Prom m’ so close.” He hums and wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks hard, jolting you roughly into orgasm. It takes you by surprise and you let out a choked cry as you ride it out, “Fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, good boy” Your thighs tremble and shake and a lone whine of alpha escapes you. Prompto whimpers at your words and you can feel the bed shake as his hips stutter into the mattress as he cums untouched. You’re not sure if it was the praise or the title that pushed him over the edge, and you try to make a mental note to explore it later. He continues to lap at you, slowly tracing his tongue round your clit until you gently push him away with a contented sigh.

"Good?" He asks happily as slops down next to you

“Very good.” You reach up to grip his hair again, pulling him down for a gentle kiss, his lips still wet with the taste of your arousal. He pulls back and you can’t help but smile wearily at his proud grin.

He adjusts himself through his pants with a grimace before he lays down half on top of you, head resting just below your breasts as you both try to catch your breath, your hand stroking through his hair. “Shower in a minute” he mumbles drowsily against your skin. You doze off like that and wake a little time later to hear him talking quietly but animatedly on the phone.

“Prom?”

He hangs up looking a little sheepish, and smiles. “Just checking in with Iggy.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yep, all good, he's happy.”

“Oh. That’s great?” You frown. “Happy about what?”

“Just you know, happy in general.” He sits on the edge of the bed and avoids your gaze “He and Gladio will be back tonight. Want some breakfast?” You roll your eyes at his quick change of subject. He was not as subtle or as tactful at Ignis as hiding his avoidance of your questions. 🦋---------------------------------🦋

“Drautos?” His presence in your room shocks you and you stand there frozen in place, not knowing what to do. His eyes sweep over your outfit and his gaze rests on your bare thighs. You’re not wearing anything but an old t-shirt of Gladio’s, having only just rolled out of bed and you awkwardly try to tug the hem down as far as possible. Prompto had left less than half an hour ago and you had assumed it was him, returning for something he had undoubtedly forgotten in your room. “Playing a dangerous game aren’t they? Leaving an omega all on their own.” He takes a step forward and you take an immediate step back. “What do you want?” He pauses, just watching you and the silence drags on until you start to feel uncomfortable “Just checking in.” He wanders away from you and around the room, letting his hand trail along the back of the couch, plucking a cushion from the jumbled array. “The safety of the only omega arou–“ “What do you want?” You repeat His jaw tenses at your interruption and his eyes flick to you, “You're forgetting your place omega.” His pheromones are strong, it screams alpha and the apology escapes you before you can stop yourself. “I’m sorry.” His lips crook into a smirk and you feel like you’ve just lost whatever game it is that he’s playing. “You address me as Alpha,” he states, dropping the cushion back onto the couch, “or Captain.” he waits till you nod your assent before continuing his examination of your room. “Where’s the rest of your pack?” he walks round the front of the couch, hand trailing over the pile of blankets in obvious amusement. “They’ll be here soon” He hums noncommittally at your response and sits down, legs spread as he pulls the corner of a blanket across his thigh. “Any progress on the quest to find you a way home?” His tone is mocking and you flinch. You genuinely don’t know the answer to that and if you are honest with yourself you hadn’t really thought about it since you arrived back at the Citadel. “I’m not sure” your eyes flick to the door and then quickly back to Drautos watching him warily as he fiddles with a loose thread on the edge of the blanket. “You seem anxious, pet. Would you like me to sta-“ “I’m fine, thank you.” You swallow hard, “Gladio will be here in a minute” “You interrupt me again,” Drautos’ voice is calm but you can see the anger in his eyes, “and I will have to remindyou of your place.” He rocks his hips up slightly and lets his gaze roam over you again, “I’m more than willing to teach you.” “I’m Sorry Captain” despite the fear starting to grow in your chest you are absolutely not going to call him alpha, but you still can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze for more than a few seconds. The hungry look in his eyes promises violence and the pheromones permeating the air are getting stronger. He examines you for a few more minutes, eyes lingering across your breasts before his mouth twitches into a smirk and finally stands up dropping the blanket back on the pile and heading back towards the door. He spares you another quick glance as he leaves, “I would suggest some more suitable attire. You seem cold.”

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“Hey baby” Gladio’s appearance makes you jump, not having heard the lock open and you stand up from where you were sprawled on the couch to greet him. You hadn’t bothered to get dressed, still in Gladio’s stolen t-shirt and his eyes flare with approval.

“Did you and Prom have fun last night?” he makes a show of licking his lips and you flush in embarrassment as he grins, he opens his mouth to undoubtedly tease you more and then he stops, he breathes in instead, scenting the room. “What’s wrong?” you frown as Ignis steps into the room and seems to do the same before Gladio grabs your arm firmly with a snarl, pulling you towards him. “What the hell are you doing??” You try to yank your arm back but he tightens his grip, pulling the collar of your t-shirt down and nosing into your neck

“Gladio stop!” You push at his chest but he doesn't budge. “Gladio please, you’re hurting me!”

At your whimper of genuine pain Ignis steps forward. “Why did you let Drautos in?” He rests his hand on Gladio’s arm, encouraging him to loosen his grip. “I didn’t! He let himself in.” Gladio lets you go but doesn't step away and you fight the urge to run. “You let him in dressed like that?” Gladio’s voice is void of any discernable emotion and that scares you more than his anger. “I didn’t let him in!” exasperated you take a couple of steps away from him, rubbing your arm you avoid his gaze and look at Ignis. “He let himself in, he surprised me. I’m sorry.”

You feel Gladio’s eyes burning into you but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “What did he want?” he doesn’t acknowledge your apology and you keep your eyes on Ignis, watching as he looks around the room. “I don’t know, nothing really,” you hesitate, eyes flickering between the two “he asked if we were making progress about me going home”

The look that flickers across their faces is dark, and you feel a pang of genuine fear at their shared glance. “Home?” Gladio scoffs “You still want to go back there? What do you have waiting for you that you’re so eager to get back to?” He growls and steps closer, ignoring Ignis’ attempt to stop him “Nothing from what you’ve told us. You were nothing and had nothing. You have us here. Here you are ours.” His words are an angry snarl “You have nothing back home ‘cept parents that don’t care about you” he pauses “and did you even have any friends? If you did they probably haven’t even noticed you’re gone.” You stand there staring at him in shock, whatever you had been expecting him to say, that wasn’t it. He’s furious, the scent coming off him in waves and you feel tears start to overflow at his words. You turn away from them both, anger and fear at their aggressive behaviour threatening to smother you and you feel at a loss at what to say. Ignis turns you back towards him, shooting a glare at Gladio before gently brushing a thumb across your cheek, although his touch does little to calm you down. “You let another alpha into your nest. That’s not allowed, darling” “I didn’t”. You try to reign in your tears. His words were not the comfort from Gladio’s outburst you were hoping for, instead you can hear the accusation and anger in his tone. “And it’s not a nest; it’s just pile of stupid blankets!” Ignis ignores your outburst and wipes away some of your tears “Would you be happy if we let another omega in to our room? If their scent was all over us?” You feel something dark and possessive curl in your chest despite your tears at the thought of sharing Ignis and you reluctantly shake your head. “So you understand why we are so upset?” He kisses you, a soft gentle press of his lips against yours “you won’t do it again will you, darling?” “No”. It sounds more than a little petulant and you hear Gladio scoff. “I’m sorry” you mumble. The words feels all too familiar on your lips and you wonder why it’s always you that’s in the wrong.

Ignis glances at Gladio, and you don’t like the look they share, whatever silent conversation they’re having makes you anxious. You open your mouth to apologise again but instead you yelp as you’re spun abruptly around. A harsh grip around your arm, and then Gladio is yanking you close and kissing you hard. You don’t want to kiss him, still upset by his words but he gives you no choice. Gripping your jaw until you relent and let him in, his tongue invades your mouth and thrusts so far down your throat that you nearly choke. The heady alpha pheromones thickening all around make it hard to think anything other than ‘alpha angry must appease’ and your body responds despite your attempts not to give in to it. You press your legs together to stem the slow wet trickle down your thighs.

“I think you need to apologise properly.” Ignis speaks from behind you; his voice is low, darkly possessive and you feel the fear come back tenfold. You’ve never heard him sound like that before. He pulls you away from Gladio and turns you toward the couch, a strong palm between your shoulder blades forcing you to bend and balance yourself against the arm. You turn to look at him, still dressed in his suit; pants loosened just enough to free his already hard cock and your chest tightens with the first stirrings of panic. He tugs your t-shirt up over your hips and the snarl when he realises you aren’t wearing underwear causes your pulse to spike alarmingly. “You must have given Drautos quite the show” Ignis spits his name as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Are you wet for me or for him?” Your repeated denial is torn from your throat in a strangled cry as he thrusts into you in to one brutal stroke. The rare aggression from him shocks you into silence as much as the pain. It hurts and you try to ignore the sting as he fucks you hard and fast. He doesn’t even try to make it pleasurable for you, focused solely on his own gratification and on punishing you. After he cums neither of you move, your quiet sniffles, Ignis ragged breathing and the slow shlick as Gladio strokes his cock idly as he watches you the only sounds in the quiet of your room. Ignis hadn’t knot you and despite the pain you feel strangely hurt by that. Eventually he pulls himself out of you and before you can straighten, Gladio is wrenching you forward and turning you around to sit on his lap, your back to his chest. He’s inside you before you can register the new position, he’s thicker than Ignis and the stretch burns, but the sounds of his harsh pants and moans easily eclipse your pained cries. Growls of your name and mine are muttered out between clenched teeth. He fucks you roughly and your automatic cry for Ignis to help you slips out involuntarily. Ignis is quick to step into your line of vision, leaning in close to press a quick kiss to your mouth, “I’m right here, darling, what do you need?” “Too much.” you moan, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as Gladio fucks into you, knot grinding against your entrance. “It’s too much. Hurts.”

“Relax darling” Ignis coos softly at you, hands cradling your face “You trust us don't you?” You nod, fighting back tears you try to tell yourself they won’t genuinely hurt you, to just listen to Ignis and relax, until Gladio ruins the illusion and yanks your head back by your hair and sinks his teeth deep into the crook of your neck, hard enough to tear the skin and draw blood. It hurts, the pain makes you scream and then it’s like a something snaps and pulls inside you and everything dulls and fades until all you can sense is Gladio.

Gladio’s hand clasps across your mouth as his knot locks inside you, smothering your cries as he whispers into your ear and rides out his orgasm. “Mine. My Omega,” He groans he nips your ear, lapping at the blood trickling down your neck “gonna fill that womb till you can’t take anymore” he slides his hand from your mouth to spread out over your abdomen, “gonna breed this tight little pussy.” His knot deep inside of you and his hips still stuttering upwards, he spreads his legs further, pulling your thighs open wider. Ignis takes a moment to admire the view of your pussy stretched around Gladio’s knot, calling you beautiful before kneeling between your spread legs. You sob and push weakly against Ignis’ shoulders, you know what he’s going to do, you can see it in the way his gaze lingers on the unblemished side of your neck “No, don’t–”

You don’t say no to us darling,” the gentleness of his tone and the soft way he strokes your hair does nothing to ease the panic inside you. “Ignis,” Your voice is a pained whisper. “Please don’t.” He ignores you and leans in, kissing the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue tasting the salty tang of your sweat and breathes in the sweetness of your scent.

You try to shake your head, but Gladio’s hand is in your hair again, tilting your head firmly to give Ignis better access. He bites down just as hard as Gladio did, until your skin pops beneath his teeth and he growls, blood dripping down your shoulders. The swirling encompassing aura of Ignistwisting and intertwining with Gladioin your chest smothers you, until you feel completely surrounded by them, inside and out. They seem to wedge themselves deep inside your psyche, filling a deep dark void you didn’t know was there. You feel complete, whole and the urge to cry is strong. They are aggressive and demanding, your body is heavy, sluggish, but you surrender to their demands because now you completely and utterly belong to them.

You think you black out for a moment as the next thing you know you are laying on your bed with Gladio kneeling between your thighs his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, murmuring at you as he strokes himself. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, omega, gonna fill you till you give me a whole fucking litter” He grunts, stroking himself faster and you can’t bring yourself to look away “I’m going to make you scream for me” Ignis’ touch to your jaw makes you jump and you tear your gaze away from Gladio. “Open your mouth for me darling” You feel Gladio’s cum splattering hot against your pussy as Ignis thrusts deep into your throat. The first swipe of Gladio’s tongue against your clit as he cleans his cum off you has you mewling weakly around Ignis cock and with a quiet hiss he cums too. He pulls out of your mouth and strokes his cock as thick ropes of white spatter across your face and lips, head rolled back as he slowly fucks his fist. “Good girl” His gentle fingers trail down your face, gathering his cum before pushing against your lips. You open willingly, sucking and cleaning his fingers of his seed. They both moan as you swallow, and you feel a pang of pride at their obvious enjoyment. You’re exhausted, your pleas for them to stop had long been ignored and with Gladio just watching as you clean Ignis’ fingers the moment of respite from stimulation is heavenly. It doesn’t last long, Gladio manhandling you, ignoring your weak protests, to sit on his lap again. Your protests becoming louder as he presses the tip of his thick cock against the tight ring of your ass. He shushes you, one hand resting on your hip to guide you down, the other pressing thumb and forefinger into your mouth to grasp your tongue. “You’re mine now omega,” He pushes until you stretch around him, “you’ll take what I give you.” The mixed fluids from the three of you that covers your thighs and between your legs gives more than enough lubrication for the head of his cock to slowly slide smoothly into your ass. Your moans are garbled as he presses his fingers deeper into your throat. He pulls out of your ass gently and eases in again, an inch at a time, deeper with each slow thrust until he’s buried to the hilt. He lets go of your hip, pulling on your hair and jerking your head back, the wounds on your neck burning in complaint. With nothing to hold you steady you sit precariously on his thighs, his cock resting deep in your ass. “So good.” He moans as drool runs down your chin as he fucks your throat with his fingers “such a good messy girl for me” You’re dimly aware of Ignis moving between your spread legs again and as Gladio stills and grips your hips in both hands you feel Ignis slide his cock between the folds of your over-stimulated pussy. Your panic surges and you try to push him away but Gladio is quick to grab your hands, pinning them under his as he holds your hips. “I can’t, you won’t fit” tears slide down your cheeks and Ignis pauses to lick them from your face, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow gentle circles. “Relax love, you can take it” he purrs softly “I know you can.” Each brush of his thumb sends jolts of pleasure through you and brings soft grunts from Gladio every time you tighten around him, forcing your body toward another climax. Just as you hit your peak he stops and grips your waist, pushing his entire length into you in one smooth glide, denying you of your pleasure. Your orgasm ruined, your thighs tremble and shake as they fuck you, but it doesn’t take long before you feel another starting to build. Gladio lays back and pulls him with you until you are lying on top of him, back flush to his chest and Ignis follows, curling his body over yours to suck at your nipple. His delighted moan as milk starts to trickle into his mouth makes you purr in response. It’s overwhelming, both of them surrounding you inside and out and you feel delirious as you let them fuck you, unable to do anything more than lay back against Gladio’s chest and take it. Your orgasm overcomes you within seconds, it feels all the more

intense from its denial and they both moan loudly as you cum hard, pressing themselves as deep as they can as you clench and gush around their cocks. You can feel their chests rumble as they mutter praise at you. Ignis continues to suckle at your chest, and you arch your back up into him as much as you can as he drinks before he presses you down, completely pinning you flat between them, powerless to move as they grind and thrust into you chasing their own high. It doesn’t take long before they cum together, forcing their swollen knots deep inside your protesting walls, pushing your body to its limits as you scream. Your body convulses as you cum again around their knots, it’s a short, sharp orgasm that hurts more than it feels good, both of them holding you firmly in place as you shudder and they both grunt and moan, continuing to fill you as you milk them for all they’re worth. You feel besieged with sensation, whimpering painfully as Gladio grinds weakly into your ass, to sore, weak and exhausted to hear what Ignis murmurs to him.

You wake up naked, head resting on Gladio’s chest and Ignis’ arm draped across your middle. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but from the way your head throbs you think it’s more likely you passed out. You’re sore and in pain from being knotted so many times, your neck throbs agonizingly and your right nipple aches. Slick and sticky between your thighs, you feel bloated; every minute movement makes another trickle of cum ooze from your abused holes.

You move slightly, every inch of your protesting at the movement, and let your gaze sweep over your exposed body. Hickies, bruises and bite marks cover your skin but letting your eyes flit over Gladio’s sleeping form you feel no small amount of satisfaction to see numerous red scratches and teeth marks across his own skin, and one painful looking bite on his neck that you don’t remember doing.

‘Family that don’t care about you and you didn’t even have any friends’ His harsh words from earlier come back to you with a fresh wave of hurt and you shrink back away from him. You whine quietly with pain as something twinges low inside you at the movement and sit up to try and shift into a more comfortable position. “You need to sleep, my love” Ignis voice is rough with sleep as he locks his arm tight around your waist, dragging you back down so he can bury his face into the back of your neck with a contented rumble.

“I’m sore.” It’s a poor descriptor to the almost agony you feel but it’s all you can manage to say. “Sleep, love,” a lick of his tongue over the bite on your neck has you wincing. “I’ll clean you up in the morning.” You can feel his happiness as he continues to sooth his tongue over the freshly oozing bloody wound, like there’s a part of him connected to you. It makes you think of the tin can telephones that you used to make and play with when you were little. A taut string connecting his heart to yours. Why can I sense your emotions? You almost ask the question but he interrupts you. “Sleep, my love.” It’s a gentle command, but a command nonetheless and there is nothing left in you to try and argue so you obey him, shifting away from Gladio as much as you can to snuggle back into Ignis. His contented purr as you lie back down, despite your pain, is enough to sooth you into an uneasy slumber.

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Prompt Fill: “Cold”

I’m what they like to call not a clown but the entire circus. I’ve managed to delete one of the asks by accident, but rest assured I did see an anonymous prompter wish for “cold” or something to that effect...

Dear reader, it’s 3,3K words, so here we fucking go, lads.

Islanders

Cleaned up and now also on Ao3

“A room and a bath,” Geralt says without even glancing at the barman, attention fully on the precious cargo in his arms.

“Hang on, Witcher, you can’t just–”

“You’ll get your coin,” he grits through his teeth, “but whether your head is still attached to your neck when you do is for you to decide. Room and a bath. Now.”

A key lands on the countertop. 

“Upstairs and second door on the right.”

 The man shouts to someone behind himself. “Ilde! Hot water for the Witcher, sharpish!” 

“Geralt?” 

His senses turn from the foul stench of old ale and unwashed bodies and funnel inwards towards the shape of Jaskier. His bard moans softly and leans an icy forehead against Geralt’s neck. 

“Hmm?” Geralt murmurs against Jaskier’s hair.

“C-cold.”

He reeks of misery, sharp and undeserved. A great shiver runs through Jaskier, and Geralt tightens his hold around him.

“Cold water will do,” he grunts at the barman.

“But–”

“As fast as you can,” Geralt says, grabbing the key and making for the stairwell.

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Casting igni in the direction of the hearth, Geralt lays Jaskier out on top of a humble straw mattress and begins to undress him. There’s no cloak, and the fool’s doublet is wet through. It refuses to budge, but Geralt has one ear turned towards Jaskier’s heartbeat and doesn’t hesitate to rip apart the fabric to get to skin. It’s paler than it should be and cold to the touch – cold where on any other day it is warmth itself. His bard gravitates towards sources of heat like a stable cat to an opportune sunbeam, and to exist in his orbit is a blessing greater than any coin Geralt has ever earned. 

The ruined doublet hits the floor with a squelch. Geralt moves to grab Jaskier’s breeches, but a shaking hand stops him.

“I-I r-rather lik-ked that ‘n,” Jaskier says, looking if anything even more unhappy than before. 

His pulse spikes, and worry roils in Geralt’s gut. 

“Doublets are replaceable,” he says. He spares a quick squeeze to Jaskier’s fingers before pulling the breeches and boots off in one desperate, inelegant action.

Jaskier is not a small man, but now, sad and shivering on the cusp of blue-tinged infirmity, he hunches and curls, reducing himself. Geralt misses his all-encompassing business. 

“In here,” comes a voice from the hallway, followed by what looks like the barman and his entire family. Two boys roll a tub in and settle it in front of the fireplace, and the others empty several buckets worth of water into it. 

“More, go on,” Ilde says, and the troop leaves as quick as they come, casting wary glances at Geralt’s swords as they go. 

“W-we’ll h’ve t-to p-pay more,” Jaskier says.

Geralt frowns and throws a threadbare blanket on top of him, inadequate and dusty though it is. 

“If they get the rest of the water within the minute, they can have double.”

“Not double. They’ll ch-cheat you. Always d-do.” Jaskier clasps at the blanket. His hands, normally so clever and expressive, jerk with exhaustion and looming danger. “Not-t worth it.”

“Let me account for what value I keep,” Geralt says. “Not hush. You have to conserve energy.”

Geralt sits down and takes a hold of Jaskier’s hands.

“W-what?”

“Shh.”

He wraps his giant paws around Jaskier’s hands, feeling wiry strength and a lifeline beneath the cold. Pressing his lips to the gap between his own thumbs, he blows warm air into the space between them. When he looks up after the third blow, he finds Jaskier looking at him. He smells less scared now. There’s a thought dancing on the tip of the bard’s tongue, but Geralt gives him a quelling look.  

“Right,” Ilde says from the doorway, and buckets follow with the kind of efficiency born of a strong desire to done and elsewhere. In less than a minute they are alone once more, door closing with a firm press. 

A steady stream of controlled fire erupts from Geralt’s hand, and he guides it across the surface of the tub until steam rises like from Roach’s back when she’s been safely put to bed in a warm stall after a day of cold and damp. The water ripples as he tests the temperature.

“G-Geralt?” Jaskier is sitting up, blanket having dropped to the ground. “C-can I?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says. Jaskier’s heartbeat has yet to settle, but his lips have lost their frosty stiffness. Though dry and cracked, they look pinker and plumper than before. “It’s all for you.” 

Gathering Jaskier in his arms once more, he hurries to the tub. He lowers Jaskier as well he can, but when they break the water’s surface–

“Ow,” Jaskier hisses. “Ow, G-Geralt.”

“I’m sorry, but you have to–”

“Hurts,” Jaskier presses, turning his face into Geralt’s neck with the same blind faith as he had when Geralt had come across him only an hour earlier, sodden and lost on the mucky road to the northern realms. His face, however, is not defiant or proud. This is a quiet pain, and Geralt aches in a place he had long thought broken beyond the repair of all charity. 

“I know. Shhh. Hold on to me,” he says. “All in one go.” 

Hands tighten weakly around his arm, and then he sinks Jaskier into the tub.

He doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t yell, but he does whimper – small and vulnerable and a thousand leagues beneath the surface of what he is entitled. 

Geralt pulls his arms away.

“D-don’t g–”

“I’m not.”

Stripping down with stern efficiency, Geralt gets in the tub himself, taking care to not jostle Jaskier. Water spills over the side as he guides Jaskier against his chest, making sure to move his medallion so the sharp angles of the wolf’s head don’t do him harm. It is cramped, and he settles in to cover as much of Jaskier’s surface area with his own body. They sit with their knees bent and peaking out of the water like make-believe islands – an archipelago of muscle and bone.

“How are you feeling?”

Jaskier breaths deeply and leans his face against Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Like I’m b-being poked by a h-hundred n-needles.” 

Geralt draws an arm around Jaskier’s chest, using his other hand to cover one of Jaskier’s knees. 

“Rest.”

“I-I’m so...I shouldn’t h-hav–”

He shakes his head. Jaskier must feel it for he falls silent again.

“Rest.”

***

Jaskier falls asleep in the tub with Geralt wrapped around him like a giant octopus from out of a Skelligan skald. The rhythm of his heart gradually calms to his regular song – almost bird-like by Geralt’s reckoning. Twice he warms the bathwater, content to let his meditation be guided by the measure of Jaskier’s recovery. He wills his own warmth to seep from his skin and through Jaskier’s, and if something else should flow with it, then he reckons he is far too old to be duplicitous now. 

“You needn’t stay on my account.”

Geralt looks down into the wild blue yonder.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks.

The thought sits awkwardly in him, pinching with the discomfort of new shoes. 

“I want you to do what you want to do.”

“Jaskier–”

“Stay,” Jaskier says on the wave of a quiet exhale. Geralt watches the word’s traces whisk across the water and sends a small flicker of flame after it. Steam rises once more, and Jaskier sighs, and it sounds acceptably content.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. On the whole, practically divine.”

There’s a snobbish artfulness to Jaskier’s tone now, and Geralt allows himself the press of a smile against Jaskier’s hairline. 

“Better or worse than a weekend with the Countess de Stael?”

“Darling, must you? I’ve quite reached my limit with humiliation for today.” There’s a tightness to his lips as Jaskier speaks, and Geralt frowns.

“Will you tell me why you were on the road, no cloak or lute to be seen?” 

Jaskier looks down, and his scent turns abruptly with embarrassment, smelling faintly like something is burning. 

“I suppose I’ll have to tell you.” He looks up with a tinge of defiance in his eyes, but it’s no hardship for Geralt to keep looking at him. “But you’ll have to earn it first.”

“Oh?”

“Wash my hair?”

There is life in his cornflower blues again, and that is reward enough for any challenge. Without a word, Geralt gets up and out of the tub. Water drips all over the creaky floorboards as he makes for the saddlebags brought up by one of the boys. His nose guides him to a bottle of oil scented with mild lavender, and he picks up a cup on his way back to Jaskier. 

With pink-tinged cheeks, Jaskier watches him climb back in behind him.

“I didn’t mean–”

Geralt huffs. 

“Yes you did. Hush.”

Cup in hand, Geralt guides Jaskier’s head into a tilt and scoops water over his hair, using his other hand to block the water from running into the bard’s eyes.

“You know, telling me to hush really isn’t as charming as your dour self might imagine.”

“Try sitting quietly in the knowledge of being,” Geralt says, feeling his lip twitch with the sort of maddening lack of control that eases into existence whenever Jaskier is around.

“Unbearable. Take that back.”

“Close your eyes.”

Jaskier closes his eyes immediately, and Geralt finds he has to swallow past all his want at the blatant display of trust. He spills some oil into his palms and wonders if Jaskier would let him do this if he knew the true shape of Geralt’s heart. Whole kingdoms believe it to be nonexistent or at the very least shrivelled and decaying. Jaskier thinks different. If he is to be believed, Geralt’s heart is like a honeyed bun – warm and dripping with a sweetness that Geralt knows was exterminated the second he saw Kaer Morhen rise in front of his too-young eyes. Little does Jaskier know that if you were to open Geralt’s chest and break it open past ribs and sinew and hold his heart, you would find it alternatingly smooth like silk chemises and rough with fingertip callouses, beating a rhythm to whatever tune it pleases. 

“Are you alright, darling?”

Jaskier has tilted his head back even further to look at him nearly upside down.

“Sorry,” Geralt mutters, hurrying to start to run his hands through Jaskier’s hair. It is brown and short and soft to the touch. With every turn of his hands, he washes away the smell of Jaskier’s hurt and replaces it with lavender and his own touch.

“Did I say divine before? I must have lost my wits. This is my religion.”

Geralt feels a chuckle rumble up his throat and into the still bedroom air. Eyes closed again, Jaskier seems to settle in on his own terms, and Geralt is more than happy to let him.

“Did you know there was an inventor from the southern continent – further south even than Nilfgaard – who discovered the measurement for density by sitting in a bathtub?”

Jaskier prattles on about mathematics and science and a man running naked down cobbled streets, and Geralt lets the sound of his voice cleanse him of all worries. He finishes washing Jaskier’s hair, and rinses it with the cup. Afterwards, he gathers more oil and settles his hands across Jaskier’s shoulders. There’s a hitch in Jaskier’s throat as Geralt begins to gentle the oil into soft, pale skin.

“G-Geralt?”

Geralt frowns.

“Are you cold again?”

“No.” Jaskier’s voice sounds small.

“May I continue?”

Jaskier’s chest expands with a visible breath.

“Please,” he says, shoulders gaining a healthy dusting of pinkish glow. He starts talking again when Geralt continues to oil his skin, Jaskier moving on to a fevered and slightly panic-tinged monologue about the Cintran sonnet form.

Jaskier’s body is strong beneath him. His skin bears only a few scars from youthful mishaps and a characteristic refusal to be left behind. There is one running length of his back that he earned as a boy slipping down a rocky hill. Another – much smaller – has nicked his ear from when he did not move fast enough away from a drowner’s grasp. Geralt remembers tending to the wound in a furious silence, and he also remembers the apologetic look of abject misery that trailed him for a full week thereafter. It is the longest he has ever heard Jaskier be quiet, and he is grateful the bard has never again felt cause to curb his words in his presence.

I love him, Geralt thinks. 

It’s not the first time he’s thought it, and he knows it will not be the last. He will carry the knowledge with him for however many centuries he may have left, and he will die with its truth glowing in every part of his body – an idea so well lived and nurtured that when his rotting corpse becomes earth once more around him will grow a ring made of dandelions and buttercups.

They have bathed together many times, but though Jaskier washes him after practically every monster fight, Geralt has until now not had the opportunity to return the favour. In the beginning he had no desire to. After that he had no cause to. Now, as he watches Jaskier’s nervous energy dispel at every gentle touch of Geralt’s hand, he thinks that perhaps he’s never needed more cause than that he wishes to. 

Geralt may not have as much experience as Jaskier when it comes to bathing another person, but he finds it comes easy when he thinks of how Jaskier bathes him. He thinks of Jaskier’s hands on him, soothing touches on bruised skin – careful even when minor wounds have long healed. He thinks of clever fingers massaging his neck and back. He thinks of timid motions turning methodical with confidence for every evening spent plucking endrega entrails out of white hair. At Jaskier’s waist, Geralt’s hands still. He thinks of – he thinks of how he himself has only ever given impersonal washes to his brothers, cleaning the necessary wounds and skirting quickly past the groin to everyone’s better happiness. He thinks of two nights ago – on the cusp of their yearly parting – how Jaskier had cleaned his thighs, his hips, the vee of his abdomen… 

He thinks of Jaskier with a washcloth, strong with tender caress between Geralt’s fingers – between Geralt’s toes. 

He thinks of the care and acceptance that saturates every action. 

He thinks Jaskier certainly deserves it. He deserves to have the same love – for love he now realises it is – reflected back at himself with as much willingness and devotion. And for that reason alone he shall have it.

Jaskier’s left knee has a thick scar on it from when he tried to ride Roach without permission and she dumped him in a field.

“Darling? Your face looks very Geralt-y.”

He looks to see Jaskier’s face inches from his own.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Brooding? Plotting? Dreaming? I haven’t the foggiest. What are you thinking about?”

“I think our knees look like islands.”

Silence falls save for the occasional sound of a drop of water hitting the now tepid bath and the comforting crackle of the fireplace. Geralt feels Jaskier’s toe twitch next to his own before he shifts, leaning back against Geralt’s chest, and raises his leg straight up into the air.

“I suppose that makes our leg hairs the islanders,” Jaskier says in such perfect sincerity. 

Geralt swallows.

“Where is your lute?”

He feels rather than hears Jaskier’s sigh as he puts his leg back into the water.

“Hopefully still back at the Squealing Pig.”

For a second, Geralt is stunned.

“Wh–”

“I left it–”

“On purpose?” 

Geralt doesn’t think his eyebrows could rise any higher if he willed them to.

“Of course not! Well, perhaps. Not really, though. It’s hard to explain.”

“Explain.”

“You left.”

As if in agreement, they both pause to let that short truth hang in the air like a brightly coloured flag. 

“I left because it’s winter. We always part for winter.”

“I know.”

“You even hugged me goodbye and waved me off.”

“I know.”

“You–”

“I know.” Jaskier digs his forehead into Geralt’s clavicle so hard it hurts, but Geralt finds he has no intention to ever ask him to move. “I know I did, and then I woke the next day, and you were gone, and I felt like something was missing, and then I forgot my lute and my bag and my cloak, and I set off after you.”

There’s a warmth brewing beneath Geralt’s skin, and it ignites at every touchpoint shared between them. 

“And then it snowed,” he says.

“And then it snowed,” Jaskier says, “and it was too late to go back, but I didn’t have my cloak, and I didn’t have my lute so I could play my way to a room. So I kept walking, but it was so cold, and I got lost, and then…”

I love him, Geralt thinks.

“And then you fell asleep in the woods,” Geralt says.

Jaskier rests his hand over Geralt’s heart.

“And then you found me,” he says.

“And you scared me half to death,” Geralt says. 

“And here we are.”

“Hmmm,” Geralt sounds and does not know what to say. Words leap out of Jaskier like pufflballs in a summer breeze, scattering dandelion seeded meaningfulness all across the northern continent. He doesn’t know what to say, and so he gentles his hand down Jaskier’s side, curls his legs up more, and brings Jaskier even closer to him. Jaskier gasps into his neck as Geralt settles him in his lap, and then – slowly, tentatively, achingly – arms come around Geralt’s shoulders. Geralt turns his head and nudges Jaskier’s nose with his own, their foreheads resting together in a pleasure so perfect that where he to die in the morning he would do so with the knoweldge that he knew the touch of happiness. 

Hands caress through his hair and cup the side of his face, a thumb stroking back and forth over his cheek, and he can feel it’s well pruned from the water. Jaskier gasps again, almost as if on a sob, but no tears come.

“Geralt, I–” he croaks, faltering as he draws the knuckles of his right hand up and down Geralt’s neck. “Geralt, I think you’re the most magnificent…” 

He tightens his arms around Jaskier and feels his every breath dance across his lips. 

“I think you’re the most magnificent person I’ve ever met. You’re–” Jaskier laughs and shakes his head so their foreheads rub together. “Geralt, I don’t even have the words, I–”

“I do,” Geralt says.

Jaskier blinks.

“Y–you do?”

I love him, Geralt thinks.

“I love you,” Geralt says, not for a second looking away from Jaskier’s face so that he may see the hope, the surprise, and the happiness write themselves across him like an open book. And here they come, and there they go, and here love is to stay. 

Jaskier makes a noise – relief and desperation all in one – and then cracked lips are on his own, and Geralt kisses back. He kisses soft, he kisses gentle, and he kisses joy. 

“You really did know what to say,” Jaskier laughs.

“Mmm,” Geralt says, kissing him again. 

Jaskier cups his face between both hands. 

“Dear heart, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says and draws breath as if to continue on forever and ever. 

Geralt kisses him one more time, feeling Jaskier’s lips curve up into a helpless smile.

“Not the most complicated rhyme scheme you’ve ever come up with, my lark,” he murmurs. 

“Darling,” Jaskier laughs, “I’ll write you so many songs.”

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[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

and then I don’t feel so bad

thanks again to @thecomfortofoldstorries for coming through when I whined at her about needing ideas

also shout-out to my older sister for being the coolest and getting this song stuck in my head today (happy birthday, sis. wish we’d been raised together)

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Geralt holds the package tightly with both hands and glares down at it with icy anxiety building at the center of his chest. The cloak he’d special ordered two weeks ago is wrapped in brown paper, tied closed with a length of dark blue woolen string. The Witcher, who has faced countless monsters and angry villagers and vengeful nobles alike, takes a deep breath in through his nose and shudders at the thought of his next self-chosen contract: giving Jaskier a Solstice present. He hopes the cloak is good enough. He hopes that he chose a fashionable color, one that Jaskier will enjoy wearing no matter where he chooses to go this winter. Geralt hopes that the heavy wool he’d painstakingly decided on is the right kind of material for Jaskier’s tastes. He hopes… he hopes that everything he’s about to say and do goes well and that he doesn’t fuck this all up.

“Jaskier,” he calls, keeping his tone light as he knocks on the door of their shared room. “Are you decent?”

“Never!” Jaskier laughs from within. Geralt hears a series of quick, light-soled footsteps crossing the floor before the door is flung open to reveal Jaskier in all his evening glory. The bard is, as usual, painfully correct. He’s not very decent at all; his hair is a mess of brown waves that tumble down to cover his smooth, pale forehead. The apples of his cheeks are flushed fuchsia with a combination of wine and the high of a good show. His frilly white shirt is unlaced at the throat and loosened all the way down to reveal the sharp angles of his collarbones. Geralt gulps air like a man near to drowning and pushes his way inside. Has it gotten hotter, all of a sudden? Jaskier’s eyebrows furrow with worry and he closes the door behind his Witcher. “What’s got you even quieter than usual? Are you sick? Injured? Cursed?”

“Witchers can’t get sick,” Geralt answers, almost automatically. Jaskier rolls his eyes. 

“Your version of sick, then?” 

Geralt doesn’t know what his version of sick means so he ignores the comment entirely. Instead he shoves the package in his hands towards the bard and huffs. “I got something for you. I thought you might like to wear it to keep you warm, especially since I wanted… I was wondering if you’d like…”

Geralt growls and spins on his heel, running one shaking hand through his hair as if that might calm him down. It doesn’t.

“Fuck! Why can’t I be like you? Why can’t I just… say all the things I’m thinking? I’m no good with words, Jaskier.”

“I actually don’t say most of the things I think,” Jaskier shrugs. He bites the inside of his lip to keep from talking any more and ruining the moment. This is clearly something the Witcher needs to do on his own, whatever it is. He smiles softly and holds the paper-wrapped lump against his chest. “But I’m happy to wait for as long as you need, dear heart. Figuring out the right thing to say is hard.”

Geralt’s heart is pounding in his chest. Each beat rings out like one of Roach’s shoes against unforgiving cobblestone. He can practically see the sparks flying from it, igniting something in his chest that flares and wavers like a candle flame in the high breeze. He wants to protect the wavering warmth with every ounce of strength he has.

“I… I got you this,” he gestures towards the gift Jaskier has yet to open, “Because it’s cold at Kaer Morhen. The pass is treacherous, difficult for a human who isn’t prepared, so I wanted you to- I mean if you wanted to come with me, I would-”

His fumbling proposal is interrupted by a dull thwump as the package Jaskier was just holding suddenly hits the wooden floorboards. When Geralt looks up, terrified of the incoming rejection, he’s met with two watery blue eyes. Every one of his worst fears is being actualized in front of him and there’s nothing he can do to stop it now. 

“Fuck. Shit, I- I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t know if you would eve-”

Geralt is interrupted again, this time by Jaskier throwing his arms around the Witcher’s shoulders and starting to sob. Geralt panics and instinctively reaches to pull Jaskier closer against his chest. He tucks the bard’s face against the side of his neck and cups the back of his neck with one broad palm; his fingers scratch up the base of Jaskier’s scalp and into his soft, tousled locks. With his other arm Geralt holds the bard tightly around the waist, rubbing small circles into the meat of his hip as he waits for Jaskier’s breathing to return to normal.

“Do you not want to come with me to the keep?” he asks, voice low and gravelly but somehow smaller and more frightened than Jaskier has ever heard it sound before. His heart cracks wide open and his love for his grumpy White Wolf comes spilling out like water from a burst dam. 

“Of course I want to come to Kaer Morhen,” Jaskier chuckles wetly. Sadly. “I just never thought… I thought you didn’t want me there.”

Geralt considers the words for a moment. He really hasn’t been the most welcoming friend, all things considered. He can understand why Jaskier feels a bit lost and a bit confused. Overwhelmed, his brain supplies. Jaskier is overwhelmed. 

He slowly releases Jaskier and steps away.

“Here,” he grins, kneeling and offering the package back up to the bard, who accepts it slowly. Now those bright blue eyes are shining with a different emotion, and Geralt envies the mages who can read other peoples’ minds. “Open it.”

Jaskier slowly unties the blue string and pulls two or three layers of plain brown paper aside to reveal a cardinal-red woolen cloak. A cloak that Geralt has bought for him. The hood and the hem are just the right size and shape for the season. The shade of red Geralt has chosen really brings out the pink undertones of Jaskier’s skin and the darker flecks of blue in his eyes. Jaskier knows that this cloak’s design is haute couture and probably cost the Witcher a great deal of coin. “Oh… Oh, my sweet, darling Geralt.”

Hearing his name said like that, with such affection and gentle reverence, throws the Witcher into another frenzy of emotion. He can barely stand it. His fists clench at his sides. It takes Herculean effort not to sweep the bard off his feet and spin him through the air, peppering him with excited, happy kisses. Jaskier is coming to Kaer Morhen with him! Jaskier is coming home with him!

“Geralt?” 

“Jaskier,” the Witcher whispers, taking one slow step and closing the distance between them. The bard does not flinch. He does not move away. He does not step back. “Jaskier, if you don’t mind, I’d like to kiss you very badly.”

“Of course,” the bard breathes, his hand floating up to rest against the warm, stubbled skin of Geralt’s cheek, “I’ve been waiting so long…”

When their lips finally meet, time stops. There is only the warmth of their skin where it’s touching and the soft, gentle desperation of two people trying to prove, for once and for all, that they love each other. When they pause for air Jaskier pulls away a fraction. “Let’s go sit by the fire and chat, shall we?”

“Hmm.”

Geralt settles himself before the fire and pulls Jaskier down onto his lap, arranging him until they’re both comfortable. “Will your family mind my coming with you?”

“They’re expecting you. Actually, they demanded your presence this year. Lambert actually threatened me with bodily harm.”

“Did they, now?”

“Aye. Eskel said he’d find you and bring you back himself if I was too cowardly to buck up like a real Witcher and tell you that I-”

He cut himself off with a blush.

“That you what?”

“That I love you.”

“Well that’s good news,” Jaskier giggles, “And quite the relief considering I’ve been head over heels in love with you for years, now. A decade at least!”

“Y-you…?”

“Me, indeed.”

“I’m glad we’ll all get to hear your wonderful stories this winter,” Geralt nuzzles down against the side of his neck and sends Jaskier into another fit of giggles. “And songs.”

“Do you like it when I sing?”

“I like it best when you make up little songs as we travel,” Geralt admits. “They’re sweet... and I feel like- like they’re just for me.”

Jaskier lights up brighter than a well-cast Igni and settles himself into the Witcher’s tender embrace entirely. He begins to hum to himself and then slowly, in a way that always leaves Geralt impressed and entranced, words begin to form into verse:

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, Big grumpy Witchers that have me quite smitten, Brown paper packages tied up with strings; These are a few of my favorite things.”

Geralt presses a kiss to Jaskier’s temple and hides his blush in the bard’s warm neck.

“Hair soft as silk that went white in the Trials, Arms that can hold me and heft me for miles, Eyes of warm amber I search for in Spring, These are a few of my favorite things.”

The Witcher swears he can’t fall any more in love. It has to be impossible; but then Jaskier’s voice gets even softer and the words are sung so close to his ear that it makes him shiver. 

“When the wolf bites, When the bee stings, When I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, And then I don't feel so bad!”