#because i think it would be sweet if he joined the kingsglaive [BECAUSE HE LIVES] in order to figure out how he's going to-

[dbphantom]

bl3 h2o au is 167 pages condensed [no notes/plans, just pure writing without breaks- the actual document is about 260 pages tho]

ffxv h2o au just hit 145 pages condensed

SOON.

[secret-engima]

rereading the whole Nox verse tag, just got to N!Axis meeting the canon Glaives a year pre-Movie. and i had the thought of post-marriage, post-kids Nox (and his Axis, who very much remembers that dimensional trip when they were younger, /Nox/) /also/ meeting - maybe different, maybe /not/ and ooo imagine /that/ - canon Glaives pre-Movie. possibly in the field, but just imagine it in the /Citadel/. if they saw these two bf, they were teenagers, now less than a yr later they're grown and /scarier/

Anonymous said: something i wanted to add to that ask about Nox and Axis visitng the same canon verse they did as teengers, but couldn't because of the damned character limit. At some point during the whole thing, the would-be traitor Glaives see/hear/are told something that makes them actually, really /realize/ why the Lucis Caelums are called Martyr Kings. also Nox casually spills the beans on his traveling to many, many other worlds/dimensions, mentioning the Fall of Insomnia, betrayal, and directly to Nyx,-

Anonymous said: - that in every future he's ever been to and seen, he's not been a traitor in one of them, and generally, he was a little /too/ Heroic in most of them. the way Nox says it leaves not doubt about what he means by that. no one familiar with Nyx is remotely surprised, but even after Nox and Axis leave, they're a bit more conscious of Nyx's recklessness and heroic tendencies. also: "Calm down, Axis, maybe I died when I was a kid here, yeah, but Uncle might not even have a sister, here. Leave it be.”

Me: ohhhhh interesting thought! I like it in the Citadel, maybe a few months after their first appearance (not a full year tho otherwise Game Events would be happening) and some of the glaives are on Citadel Duty (aka Titus’s ultimate punishment via the most boring job in existence) when there’s this- glitch in the world and then the Crownsguard are YELLING because apparently the Crystal chamber just did something weird. All hands are on deck and the glaives are called in with the Guard to watch the sealed off will-not-open-from-the-outside Crystal Chamber doors and the KING is there with his Shield and the Marshal and Captain and then-.

The door swings open from the inside and the argument can be heard as two figures emerge from the room, one growling at the other in a voice that sounds ... eerily familiar to Nyx and the Glaives.

“-to the Matrons for an exorcism so help me.”

“Hey, I’m not possessed OR cursed, blame the Crystal. It likes to mess with me.”

“It’s a non-sentient hunk of rock and magic, it can’t ‘mess with you’.”

“Wanna ...” the two figures stop and study the bristling mass of Guards, Glaives, Royal Retinue, and King, “bet?” the shorter one sighs and Nyx is having a few flashbacks already to That Time because that is DEFINITELY an older, crabbier Axis Arra and the man next to him looks freakishly like a long-haired Prince Noctis.

Who has a marriage braid and an ULRIC BRAID in his hair.

What the Six.

The Definitely a Lucis Caelum raises his hand, small sparks of flow dancing off it in some weird kind of royal greeting, “Hi dad.” he says with a lazy smile that almost hides the tension in his shoulders and the way his free hand is loose and curled around an imaginary hilt of a blade, like he’s about to whip something out of armiger.

The King gapes for a solid ten seconds before breathing, “Noctis?”

There’s a slight twitch, a flinch from the look-a-like and a low growl from the Arra before the Lucis Caelum (and Nyx knows who this kid is, he REMEMBERS that morning, that scrawny boy, and he knows the other glaives do too) smiles sheepishly, “Not quite. I’m Nox. His older brother actually. Though I’m going to guess Noctis is an only child in this dimension.”

So yeah dimensional shenanigans and Prince Nox being infuriately blasé about the entire thing and hanging out with the very befuddled glaives (Nox stares at Nyx for a c!solid thirty seconds while he stares right back until Nyx asks HOW Nox is an Ulric and Nox cheerfully goes “I married you, how else? We have four kids.” And Nyx spends like- the next three days in a perpetual Blue Screen until Axis takes pity on his Internal Scream by explaining that Nyx is a fem in their world. No. No there was no magic involved in the creation of the kiddos where is your mind even GOING Ulric (Nyx: I don’t know! Magic is weird! And alternate dimensions are a thing how was I supposed to know what other fanfic tropes AREN’T anymore?!?!). Nox quietly dies of laughter in there corner.

They keep a wary eye on the C!Arra-Furia-Lazarus trio in case of trouble because it’s been years for N!Axis but only months for them and it’s like- during one of those wary but cordial hangouts that Nox makes his Comment about Lucis Caelums after a long bout of brooding out the window.

“Dad’s dying a lot faster in this universe.”

All the glaives freeze. Even Captain Drautos lowers the report he was reading and pokes his head out of his office to stare.

“What?” Someone in the glaives says.

Nox doesn’t look at them, he’s glaring out the window and with a jolt they realize he’s glaring at the Wall, “Dad. The King. The Wall is killing him faster here. It was killing him in my world too but ... Uncle and I took care of it. I guess ... it’s different here.”

There’s a long pause before Luche’s brain finishes its dial up noises and he scoffs, “The Wall can’t kill the king. It’s his magic.”

“It’s Bahamut’s magic,” Nox corrects coldly without looking at them, “Magic he forced into human skin and veins that isn’t meant to keep it.” As if he can sense their continued disbelief he drawls, “How long can you hold a Shield spell before you get sick? Before you’re exhausted because the magic has gone past your reserves and started taking you as fuel? The Wall is just a giant, city-sized shield.” Tredd makes a noise that might be question or might be a strangled scoff and Nox finally turns to look at them.

There is something utterly inhuman in his gaze. His eyes are still blue, his face is still human, but there’s something in his eyes that speaks to their primal instincts and tells them to run, to hide.

To dread.

“Go to your local library sometime and look up the births and deaths of Kings of Lucis,” he orders in a deceptively light tone that almost makes it seem like a suggestion instead, “compare the lifespans of rulers from before the Wall was raised and after. Then compare the average lifespan of a healthy Lucian citizen at the time of that ruler’s reign.” There’s a beat of silence, terrible and weighty, then Nox’s lips curl into a tiny smile.

It’s a terrifying thing.

“The Kings of Lucis never die of old age. Sometimes it’s sickness, sometimes it’s war. Sometimes it’s assassination. Sometimes they just- die. For no reason science can explain because scientists never take magic into account. Sometimes,” the smile gets colder, the eyes older, “it’s betrayal. Those who are trusted when they shouldn’t, those who should stand loyal when they are not.”

He looks over them all and every one of them feels a chill up their spine. N!Axis leans closer to Nox as if in an attempt to comfort, to snap him out of this eerie mood, but it doesn’t work. “This has happened to me before you know. Going to parallel times. Do you know how my father dies the most often?”

There’s a breath, and when Nox speaks, there’s a hint of other voices beneath his, an echo of times past and souls lost and endless, ageless rage, “By the hands of the glaives he blessed.”

And none of the Galahdians dare to breathe. Those who have been listening to Captain Drautos’s subtle poison more and more these past few months, whose loyalty is not as solid as they pretend and to whom Niflheim’s lies are starting to sound sweet feel stricken, terrified. Like there’s a shadow of a blade at their necks even though there is nothing.

Nox inhales and when he exhales his breath is like frost. The room feels very, very cold, “They sell themselves to the enemy, they wait until his back is turned, and then they kill him. And when those glaives who are still loyal,” here his red-tinged eyes fall on Nyx and there is weight to the gaze, calm promise that of all in the room, Nyx has never been among those Nox has seen become betrayers, “resist and refuse to join in. The traitors slaughter them too. No regard for Clan ties, no regard for oaths or loyalty or any Color beyond Pink and Red and NIflheim’s White.”

Blue eyes are fully red now as he hisses, “And I hate it. I hate that I remember it, I hate that no one ever understands that magic has a cost. That they can study and feel magic strain over and over again for years and yet somehow they never believe that their king is just as human. That it hurts us just as much. Because Lucis Caelums are ‘blessed’,” Nox laughs and the sound is eerie, dripping in memories of things no one living is supposed to see, “as if an Astral’s Blessing is something to be coveted. As if being born with burning, inhuman magic, like a constant spell of fire in your veins and just beneath your skin that never turns off day or night, makes it easier.” Nox laughs again, something dangerous and sharp in the sound-.

N!Axis fearlessly lays a hand on the back of his prince’s neck, “That’s enough, Nox,” Axis murmurs, “come back now.” And Nox blinks, once, twice, thrice.

And suddenly he is normal. The room is normal, the creeping impression of death and old fury is gone, leaving the glaives breathless from relief. Nox rubs his face with a hand and murmurs an exhausted sounding apology, excuses himself for the day to go lie down in the guest suite Regis gave him.

Nyx watches the prince and his Arra walk away and notices that Nox’s hands are shaking, that his steps are not as sure as they were just this morning.

He thinks of too old words and too ancient eyes, of the knowing bitterness when Nox spoke of magic burning just under the skin with no relief and thinks very suddenly that he is glad he is just an Ulric. Just a Kingsglaive. A glance at Luche, Tredd, and C!Axis reveal them to be just as pale, if not more so than the others.

That night, those glaives who had been listening to their Captain’s less loyal talk had a lot of research to do.

And a lot of silence to ponder in horror as they find that every word Nox said about the old rulers was true.

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[littleorphancrowe]

basil, belladonna, chrysanthemum, daisy, edelweiss, fern, gardenia, ivy, poppy,

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

basil: does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything?

Crowe used to have a love hate relationship with Luche. He was one of those guys who knew what he was talking about and was smart, but also arrogant so you’d want to punch his lights out. Now she just hates him. Other than that, maybe alcohol.

belladonna: how does your muse respond to silence? do they take comfort in soundlessness, or seek to fill the void with noise?

Crowe hates silence. There has to be some kind of noise. Be the crackling of a fire, or music blaring in her ears, or the sound of someone talking, whatever. There has to be something, otherwise she starts to get antsy and panic a little.

chrysanthemum: how does your muse express romantic love? how do they feel about love as a concept?

Crowe is pretty romantic, but prefers to keep that private. She touches a lot. Not like in your face, but brushing back hair, soft kisses on shoulders, trailing fingers over skin, pushing foreheads together and looking into someone’s eyes and listening to them breathe. Soft, sweet, painfully loving things. She knows there’s different ways to love people because she’s been loved different ways. It’s important that people experience it.

daisy: did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence?

For Crowe, there are two points in her life where she “lost” her innocence. Losing her parents and home as a child was a hard blow, one that would leave scars, but she found a second family in the Glaives. She came out of her shell more and could be happy again. After the events of Kingsglaive, I think Crowe hit her lowest point. She’d had another home ripped away from her, was betrayed by someone she trusted, and probably lost the only people she cared about all over again. Then she really was alone, and this time there wasn’t anyone to help her get her bearings again and tell her it was going to be okay. She had to learn to do that herself.

edelweiss: what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life? are they known to be courageous from then on?

Joining the Glaives was probably the bravest thing she’d ever done, if you asked her. She didn’t really have a reason to join, and she felt like she was too skinny and weak to be much help anyway. Libertus also wasn’t a fan of her joining either (big protective brother mode). But she didn’t want to be that way her entire life, just watching the news waiting to see who else had their lives destroyed by the Nifs, so she snuck out behind his back and signed up anyway. The look on his face when she showed up with the new recruits their first day made her both elated and terrified. He came around eventually, but there was a few weeks of Nyx needing to moderate between the two. Since then she didn’t really become the “bravest” of them, that was reserved for Nyx, but she did become known as the stubbornest. Telling her she can’t do something is a sure way to get her to do it, as Libertus learned.

fern: does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces, or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control?

It’s hard not to believe in the Gods when the proof of their existence is so tangible (she can use magic for crying out loud), but beyond that, she doesn’t think much of them. They don’t seem like fate altering deities and more like personified forces of nature, which can effect a persons life but ultimately have no control over who that person becomes. People decide how they react to things, not the other way around.

gardenia: is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on, or to conceal them for long periods of time?

Saying the words “I love you” is difficult for her sometimes. She doesn’t want things to be one sided or come off foolish for being in love so she’ll keep it to herself until she’s comfortable enough with someone and is sure they feel the same way. Drunk Crowe, on the other hand, will tell you when she loves you. Repeatedly. With both hands cupping your face.

ivy: what are your muse’s views on marriage? do they believe it is something strictly for love, or an institution rooted in business & social benefits? do they desire or have they desired to be married?

Marriage is definitely something Crowe believes the business industry has warped into something shallow and pointless. People can be with each other for their entire lives and that’s something they decide together, and it’s not something that needs to be proved to a bunch of strangers through ridiculous expensive displays. Crowe has only thought about being married once or twice. She could do a ceremony just for her love and their families, but if it’s just them she doesn’t see a point. Financially she can see the benefits of getting married. She’d much rather just be with a person and say they’re her spouse without need going to go through the theatrics. One good thing about the end of the world is no one cares about weddings anymore. You can just say your married to someone and who’s gonna question it?

poppy: what comforts your muse?

Good food, good drinks, good music, and someone she can lean into. All of that combined and Crowe is feeling like she’s on top of the world.

[kaoru-takaida]

FFXV Comrades Fanfiction

*SPOILER ALERT*

If you have played Final Fantasy XV and/or watched the Kingsglaive movie that accompanies it, and completed the Prompto DLC, read at your own risk. There are major spoilers in here... So don't say I didn't warn you...

Chapter Four

Lumine watches as Prompto shifts in the drivers seat, clearly nervous. She sighs, turning to look forward. "I can't believe you bribed me with fancy sweets to drive a rare and expensive car at night, when deamons are crawling all over..."

Prompto chuckles. "What can I say?" He begins, smiling smugly. "I'm very convincing." Lumine scoffs, shaking her head. "Admit it: I'm doing pretty well considering I hadn't driven in quite a while."

Lumine laughs now. "You're not really convincing me with that. Quite the opposite. Now I feel even more mortified that you're at the helm." They both laugh.

Prompto sighs. "This sure does feel nostalgic though. I used to take a ton of road trips with the guys back before..." His voice trails off. "Well, yeah. Before..." Lumine gives him a sad smile. His gaze lingers a bit on her scar. Prompto frowns, a serious look falling onto his face. "Hey, Lumine... Can I ask you something?" Lumine looks over at him, cocking an eyebrow. He hesitates a moment, but asks. "How'd you get that scar?" He takes a quick glance over to her. She gasps slightly. "I mean... I meant to ask you... But I could never figure out how to ask." He shrugs. "It's okay if you don't wanna answer."

Lumine is silent a good long moment. So long that Prompto begins to think that she won't answer. She clears her throat. "I was in an orphanage till I was 14..." She starts. "I was removed from said orphanage due to the incident that gave me my scar." Lumine folds her hands. "Basically, back then, people slowly found out I was a Niff. I would have things thrown at me in the street. And somedays, I'd be beaten up or tripped... Then, one day, out of no where, a man grabbed me and dragged me into a back alley." She swallows hard. "He pulled out a knife. And... was ready to kill me." She sighs. "I was able to escape... but only because I had killed him first..." Lumine places her hand on her scar. "I was 12 years old." Prompto doesn't say anything. Lumine strokes the thick scar that runs over the bridge of her nose and over the left side of her face. "I have many scars... but... this one was the one that changed everything. After that, for the next two years, it was nothing but fighting and surviving till I was finally removed from the orphanage and placed into the hands of the state. But by then... I had many scars that would not heal..." She looks over at Prompto. She smiles sadly, halfheartedly. "Say something, Prompto. You're making me nervous."

He clears his throat before laughing, awkwardly. "I just..." His voice trails off, not knowing how to respond. "Such a... heartbreaking story." He glances over. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." Prompto's voice shakes a bit. "You must have felt so alone." Prompto shakes his head before he gives her a sad smile. "I wouldn't have been able to go through that. You must have been very brave."

Lumine shakes her head. "Not at all..." She replies. She looks out her window, resting her chin on her hand, placing her elbow against the window. "I was terrified of people. I couldn't trust anyone..." The car falls silent and Lumine loses herself in thought. (I didn't trust anyone, because...) Her eyes narrow at her reflection in the car window. (If anyone had known what I really was... They would have tried killing me like that man. Without a moment's hesitation...)

Prompto readjusts his hold under Lumine's legs. He was carrying her, piggybacked, up to her apartment. He'd had her over a few times. But he had never gone over to her place. But she had fallen asleep and had been a bit exhausted after the trip. He fiddles with the keys that she had sluggishly handed him after he'd attempted to wake her. As he stops at her door, he slides the key in the lock, and it unlocks the door. Lumine hadn't been as heavy as he thought she'd be. He opens the door and hops a bit to get a better hold on her. He laughs, looking over his shoulder at her sleeping face. "You're always complaining about your weight, when you shouldn't be, silly."

He walks through and takes a second to witness something unexpected. Even though the lights were off, she has festival lights hanging from the ceiling, lighting the foyer of her apartment. He turns in to see her studio apartment. A clean and crisp apartment with no walls except for the corner separating where her bathroom is. He spies a bed in the corner, with purple frills and lace on the comforter. He walks over and turns, gently dropping her to the bed.

She tosses a little before sitting up and blinking a few times. "Well, hi." He says, tussling her hair a bit and patting her on the head. She stretches a bit before yawning.

She scowls a little, with realization where she was. "Did you carry me to my apartment?" She asks, a bit taken aback. He smiles and her eyes widen a bit. She blushes. He chuckles at her as she slams her face into her pillows, hiding her face and groaning.

"Stop being so embarrassed." Prompto says, standing up to look around. The apartment itself is run down and small. But is quaint and is decorated with artistic flare. Lumine stands up and walks over to her door before switching the lights on. He looks around and sees her wall of pictures. "Did you take these?" He asks. He walks over and examines them. She slips her boots off at the door.

"Most of them. Yeah." She slips on some slippers. Prompto looks down at his boots and gasps a little.

"Oops!" He trots over and slides his boots off. "Sorry... I-." She watches him and pushes some slippers over for him.

She laughs. "It's fine. You were carrying this sack of potatoes." She tells him, waving it off. He puts the slippers on and frowns.

"You know... You really shouldn't say such mean things about yourself." Prompto begins. He shakes his head. "I didn't think you were heavy at all. I carried you without any issue." Lumine looks away. He smiles. "You've got nothing to worry about. Trust me." He walks back over to the wall of pictures. "Moving on, you're actually pretty good at taking pictures." He moved closer to look at one.

Lumine clears her throat. "Well, I'm not as good as you. But thanks." She walks over to the kitchen area in the corner. She removes some glasses from the cupboard.

"Some of these are Insomnia, right?" He looks over his shoulder at her. "You know, before?"

She walks over and smiles. "Yeah." She tells him. "I lived there since I joined the Lucian military. Or, well, since they took me in from the state and signed me into the Kingsglaive." Lumine hands Prompto a glass of water. Prompto smiles. "I tried to take pictures of how I wanted to remember Insomnia." She feels her smile fade. "In case something ever happened... and I was forced to leave Lucis."

Prompto doesn't say anything. He clears his throat, catching her attention. He sets his glass of water down before stretching. "Well, I'm beat." He says, smiling. "I should probably head back. We can take the car and photos to Cindy in the morning." Prompto turns to leave. Lumine reaches and takes him by the right wrist. He looks at her, alarmed.

Lumine looks at him. "Why don't you stay the night? I have a fold out mattress sofa." She asks, looking at the sofa in the living area. He blinks a few times. "I mean..." Lumine releases his hand, looking at the floor. "I... don't want to be alone tonight... for some reason..."

Prompto smiles after thinking it over a bit. He nods. "Sure."

Lumine opens her eyes. She can hear Prompto's sleeping breaths a little ways away. She sits up, and exhales a bit. She slips out of bed, and walks over quietly. He's sound asleep it looks like. She smiles, and makes sure the covers are covering him, pulling them up a bit over his exposed shoulder. She walks over to the kitchen area, stretching. (Why?) She thinks to herself. She places both hands on the counter, her breath catching in her throat.

She closes her eyes. (Why do I... try to get closer? Why am I... allowing him to break my walls?) She runs her hand through her hair. (I mean, I've never let anyone in my apartment... And I've never gotten close to anyone like this. Not even Sadda...) She looks up at him, tears forming in her eyes. (How can he... so effortlessly let me let him in?) She covers her mouth, sliding down the side of the counter, holding onto the countertop. (Do I... even deserve a friend like him?)

She purses her eyebrows, looking up and over the counter. She watches as Prompto shifts in his sleep. Why bother asking the question? She knows the answer. (If he... knew who I was... or what I was...) She exhales. (He'd turn his pistol on me without a doubt...)

Lumine wakes up to the sound of her cellphone alarm. She yawns, and stretches. She sits up, reaching for her phone on her bed stand. She goes to swipe the screen, and instead, sees a yellow sticky note on her cellphone screen. She cocks an eyebrow, peeling it off and swiping her alarm off. She looks at the note.

"Check the counter. ;)"

She looks over to the kitchen counter, where a purple box with a silver bow sat. She blinks, curiosity taking hold. She stands up, walking over to it, setting her cellphone next to it. She removes the lid. Inside is a folded piece of paper, the snacks Prompto had promised her, and another tiny box. Most likely wooden. She removes the folded paper, and smiles. She unfolds it and begins to read Prompto's messy scribbles for handwriting.

"Hey. I'll take the car and photos to Cindy. You just focus on relaxing. Don't worry. I won't crash the car." Lumine smiles to herself. "Here are the snacks I promised. Melon Flavored Cactaur Drops, Chocobo Chocolates, and Moogle Marshmallows." She chuckles once. "There is something else... Something I got for you. But before you open it, I wanted to tell you thank you..." She blinks, her jaw dropping a little. "Being on the road with you. Laughing, driving, having a good time... It brought back some great memories of better times. So thank you for that." Lumine swallows hard. "I was always by myself when I was a kid. Before I met Noct and the guys, I was pretty lost, and lonely. But, I did. And now, even though things are bad, and I mean like bummer bad, I never really feel lonely." Lumine feels her breath catch in her throat. "When I met you... I saw a lot of my past self in you. So that's why I decided to do what I wished others would all along do for me, and become your friend." Lumine purses her lips. "So, since I've made everything a bit too real, I'll leave you with this. Have a nice day off. And enjoy these snacks and the present I got you.

Your buddy, Prompto."

She numbly places the note onto the counter, and removes the snacks from the box. She also takes the small wooden box out too. At the bottom of the box, however, was a photo. A selfie he had taken with her in the car. She places it on the counter, and takes the wooden box into her hand. She opened it up, and sees a pair of golden earrings. A familiar pair that she had looked at before.

She had thought them beautiful. But she gave up on them, thinking they were too... too nice for someone like her. On the top of the box was another yellow sticky note. "Happy Late Birthday." Lumine's lips quiver. Tears fall from her eyes, down her cheeks, and onto the kitchen counter.

"I don't..." She sobs. "I don't deserve any of this..."

Prompto leans against the desk, Monica looking over the maps. "Any chance that your Glaive partner will be helping you today?"

"Today's her day off for once. So I might need to find something only I can handle..." Prompto answers. Monica nods, but something catches her attention, making her smile.

Someone walking up behind Prompto alarms him. "Actually," Lumine begins, placing her hands on the map and leaning forward, "we should pick a daemon extermination mission." She smiles to Monica. "Maybe something that the two of us can handle." Prompto blinks, seeing the glitter of gold, hanging from her right ear lobe. She turns to him, golden earrings swaying with every movement of her head. The pair of earrings he'd gotten her taking up the two piercings on her right ear, and a single gold stud on her left. "What say you..." Lumine asks. "Prompto?" She holds a fist out to him.

He takes a second, before smiling himself. Prompto nods. "Of course!" He bumps fists with her, and looks back down at the map, excitement lighting his face.

[florets-in-the-sky]

Not About Angels (Pelna Khara)

{Angst} If you could take it back, you would.

Notes: I was actually listening to two different songs while writing this, but chose to use the lyrics for the first song I was listening to. The title is a reference to the other song

Warnings: Minor Violence

Song: You are the Reason

The war had spread. You'd know. As soon as the wall went away, Niflheim was ready. And now you stood amid the dusty wreckage of your war torn home, listening to the last desperate cries of the living. 

“The Kingsglaive,” someone uttered. 

You glanced up, the sting of lingering smoke watering your eyes. “What?” 

“The Kingsglaive. They’re fighting the Niffs, and they’re recruiting 

That was all that needed to be said. 

~

The Glaive slammed on the ground, back arching and stomach heaving up the past hour’s lunch. A chorus of other Glaive’s--the veterans, you had been told--erupted into laughter, leaning against the rails and nudging each other. 

You glanced over to the Captain, who had only born a scowl throughout the training. It seems your little lot wasn’t looking so good. 

The new recruit brushed himself off, huddling off to the side to allow the next unfortunate recruit to give it a go, all to a chorus of taunts. 

“Aw, better luck next time!” 

“Still looking a little green aren’t you?” 

You flinched when the Captain called out your last name, gesturing for you to take up your Kukris. It seemed that you were the unfortunate recruit to go up next. 

Eyes pricked hotly against your back, watchful of your every move. You took up the Kukris, weighing the blades in your hand and staring down the stone wall you were to warp to. The veterans had made it look so easy. Just fling the dagger and the rest was taken care of. From what you had seen, it wasn’t like that at all.

“Any day now!” a voice called out, followed by several other jabs and laughter.  

You gritted your teeth, taking a deep breath to still the thoughts of your mind and the sneers of the others. You raised the blade, flinging it in the direction of the rocky pillar, letting your body do the rest, as instructed. 

They had tried to describe what it had felt like, but no words could do it justice. It was the sensation of jolting awake right before you were about to fall asleep, looped endlessly. Your body was pulling itself at the seams, painfully so, and the colors that invaded your vision were both indescribable and innumerable. It felt as if you were lost in the sensation before you remembered the purpose. Just as you recalled it, one hand met the surface of the cool rock, the other coming to grip the dagger.

It was spinning--the entire training room--and you swayed unsteadily, fighting for purchase against the rock. Nausea swirled in your unsteady gut, but you swallowed it back down, not letting it escape the confines of your stomach. 

A few whistles and shouts greeted your ears, but it was a false sense of security. The closing of your eyes was what did you in. Grip slipping from both the rock wall and the blade that had found refuge, and the sensation of weightless falling greeted your body. You hadn’t anticipated that this was the way you would find your death. 

A spark of dazzling blue, and instead of concrete meeting your back, warm arms encased you. They were solid and gently laid you down on the ground.

“You all right?” The voice that encouraged you to open your eyes was soft with a pleasant lilt. 

Gentle, probing brown eyes met your own, and you were falling all over again in the most loving of ways.

He must have been uncomfortable with the silence and the intense look you were giving him, because he filled it with a half chuckle, rubbing at the back of his neck and breaking eye contact. “I was never a big fan of the whole warping initiation either.”

And like a fool you continued to stare and gawk before uttering a soft, “Yea…”

He seemed to perk up at the response, adding in a soft smile. You had thought you’d be able to keep your food down, but that smile was stirring up your stomach all over again.

He thrust a hand into your face and pulled you to your feet. “Pelna,” He offered, still holding onto your hand with his own. “Pelna Khara.” Soft brown eyes, dark curly hair. He was the beginning of the end for you.

~

Turns out Pelna associated with a circle that was far too high profile for you. At least, from what you had heard. 

The other recruits, the ones that had made an unspoken bond to each other to weather the training together, whispered about each of them whenever they could. They were in awe of these people in a way that the Lucians could never understand. They were the true heroes, the ones that were fighting for homes that had been lost, the ones fighting to reclaim what had been wrongfully stolen. And in a way, you started to believe in them too. 

But despite the rumors, you’d find your eyes tracing sketches over his face anyway. He had captured your attention and held it selfishly ever since his hand had met yours. He didn’t even know that he was the object of your affections, and likely never would. Too high profile for that. But your pining would continue, despite your best efforts. Admiring him from afar was the best that you could do to stifle it, but at times you wondered if you were making things worse for yourself. 

It was made especially worse when a few weeks into your training he actually started to acknowledge you. You were sure that had he not caught your eye and given those soft smiles with those brown eyes and dark, curly hair that it would have passed. But here he was, offering a smile and an awkward half wave upon meeting your eyes from across the training room. The amount of times he had done so each time he caught you staring was immeasurable, and each time it was just as embarrassing, if not more so, than the last. He probably thought you were some sort of stalker tracking his every movement.

But if it was the only form of contact you could have, then so be it. It would have to do until the silly, little crush fizzled out.

~

It didn’t fizzle out.

 It wouldn’t fizzle out.

Like a stubborn thorn, it stuck to your side, and every attempt to pull it out only managed to push it in deeper. Especially on the day he came to speak with you. 

Gone were the days of lonely pining and longing looks from your end of the spectrum with a simple question. He was all dimples, soft gazes, and stutters when he requested your presence later that night at a rundown place where the friends he had made gathered together to release the stress of the days.

And it was here where you began to make them your friends too. Nyx was, well, an enigma, to put it plainly. You had never known a more quietly cocky man, balanced only by his loud, but humble companion, Libertus. Crowe was simply the icing on top of it all, but also the base holding them all together, bringing her smart, albeit sarcastic remarks and audacious personality 

Luche, ever stoic and bitter, occasionally joined in the conversation, but remained as tight lipped as ever, except for the occasional chuckle. 

Tredd showed sometimes, his flirtatious remarks being murmured in your ears promptly followed by a smack on the arm by one of the others. 

And finally, Pelna. Sweet Pelna.

Just as anticipated, he was as quiet, but dimply. So dimply among the people he called friends. You don’t think that same smile ever crossed his face when within the Glaive headquarters. Here, he was free from the responsibility laid on the shoulders of a soldier, and the war was forgotten as long as they were here, this bubble that protected them, allowed them to forge friendships, and maybe even something more. You hoped so, at least.

~

You swore you could place his actions as affectionate, but that could never be guaranteed. At least not with how subtle he was. At times it was difficult to tell friendly gesture from romantic gesture, and sometimes there didn’t seem to be a difference. Pressed side by side, it just seemed as if he had grown on you and enjoyed your presence as much as he did the others’, if not more. 

There were looks shared around the table when he took his place at your side, but nothing more was said.

It was sweet and pure infatuation that brought his hand to gently rest upon your own, and you could feel it shake just the slightest bit as he tried his hardest to look anywhere but at your stacked hands and face. Soon, you entwined your fingers with his, clutching tightly, so as not to let a moment escape.

~

The first kiss you shared was one of soft lips and chaste pressure against your knuckles. It was promptly followed by more handholding each night. And for a while that was all there was. It could be considered platonic for the way that Pelna simply was, but the way his eyes melted and his shoulders relaxed when he found your fingertips was anything but a friendly gesture. At least you hoped it was.

The second kiss you shared was a press of lips against a stubbled cheek, one that had taken Pelna off-guard and had him flopping for a solid three minutes before he had taken your own face and pressed a pleasant kiss to your own cheek.

And from there, it was history. The most dazzling and bashful of smiles meeting one another across the room, eyes that playfully bounced off of each feature before meeting in a melting and tender gaze. It was a love that you had never known, one that was far too splendid to be available to one such as you. That much you knew.

~

You weren’t sure for how long Drautos has been recruiting the Glaives, or why he had targeted you. But he did, and the pressure was all too intense. The gazes of those you had come into the organization with and even those that you had not, they were all pressing down on you at every moment, pushing your own free will away. 

And you supposed that they were the reason why you had accepted the offer, had pledged yourself to the cause and had kept it well hidden from the others. You weren’t the only one. Luche had sent a lethally cold gaze your way when you took your designated spot next to Pelna, a warning that passed over the heads of everyone else present. They were under the pretense that they were safe here. How wrong they were.

The propaganda, you were sure that’s what it was, was like a vice around your throat. A constant reminder of what the King had taken from you, the homes that had been lost, the families buried under the rubble and left to rot. If he was so powerful, why hadn’t he stopped it? Never before had these thoughts crossed your mind, but they were invading every crevice, some spat from the mouths of the King’s own Glaives.

It was incredible how far the hatred had spread and how it had penetrated the ranks. Everywhere you walked, glances were made, not the warm looks from your lover, but anxious and angered ones. The dynamic was changing, and you were sure that the fragile string that held everything together was about to snap.

And snap it did, with a backlash that sent you reeling. Sent everyone reeling.

You were uncertain as to what exactly was to happen when the order was given besides chaos. And that’s precisely what happened on that Niff ship. Friend against friend, brothers and sisters turned to fighting one another in the blink of an eye when the order was given.

One hand countered the strike sent your way, the other plunging the blade into the soft flesh of your opponent. You had seen him once or twice around the headquarters, but it was all meaningless now. It was as if you were running on autopilot, never once resting. If you did stop, you worried it would all come crashing down around you and the consequences of the actions you had taken would strangle you. Their eyes, despite being partially hidden, were what had done you in the most. 

Fortunately, you had yet to find the warmth of familiar brown hues, and you were grateful. For now.

~

The rational part of your brain, the one that had tried to stop you before you began, was chiding as you rushed through the dark. Dawn would be coming soon.

Those empty soldiers, with hollowness etched into their shapes had come in shipments. They housed everyone, Glaive or no, even the ones that had pledged themselves to Niflheim. There was no safe harbor anywhere, so all that was left was to run. How you had made it thus far was a feat incredible all by itself. And when you believed yourself safe, you let your weary bones slink against the wall, a hand resting against your chest, where the erratic pulse of your heart pounded in your brain, a dismal reminder for all you had wrought.

Where is he?

I hope he made it out.

Astrals, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did this to you.

An aching sob ripped from your throat, before being quieted by a hand over your mouth. It was useless to do this now. You had to keep moving, however tired your body, however tired your heart.

When the sun arose in the sky over a smoked city lying in destitute, you were sure that you had made a mistake. Whatever you had sacrificed was not worth so much destruction. You had expected… you didn’t know what you expected.

You stumbled through the ruins, over the pieces of rubble before you reached the peak and slid down the other side. The sight that greeted you was almost peaceful, only interrupted by the already dead body of your captain and Nyx, whose body was fading and flaking away.

“Nyx?” You breathed, finally glad to see a familiar face. “Where’s Pelna?” He was the only thing that had been on your mind since it all began.

Nyx turned just the slightest bit away from the sunlight, revealing the damage done to his body. You wanted to ask what had happened, but Pelna’s wellbeing came first.

Instead of offering a worded response, Nyx shook his head tiredly, more pieces of him drifting on the wind, shedding colors of dawn in their wake. He was either too tired to respond, or too far gone.

Your legs finally gave out from underneath you, and you were too tired to do anything but have tears leak out of your eyes, dripping onto stained concrete.

Once he faded completely, body dissolving into the rays of sunlight that gleamed ever brighter, you realized you were now alone. You didn’t even know how he had died, where his body was laid to rest. It could be buried under the concrete, just like everyone else. 

I don't wanna fight no more

I don't wanna hurt no more

I don't wanna cry no more

Come back, I need you to hold me a little closer now

You are the reason

Just a little closer now

Come a little closer now

I need you to hold me tonight

[alia-turin]

It is the end of the year and I am indulging in some guilty pleasure. I started writing that thing two weeks ago, but then holidays happened and after that my ear decided it has to be a little twat and hurt. So I’m sorry if the fic is super messy, it’s one of these things I started writing just because, not even planning to post it, but it’s the end of the year and why not. Enjoy some Glaives shenanigans and smut. 

Fic Title: Never Have I Ever Rating: M (drinking, swearing, smut) Couple: Luche/OC, Crowe/OC (mentioned) Summary: It’s Libertus’ birthday and Tredd comes with the brilliant idea they all play never have I ever. Also Tredd gets terribly drunk. Notes: Fic is sort of spin off to my Comrades OC story. I just needed to write Ada being a bit happy, a bit more like herself. Also I am sorry about the messy writing once again. I hate writing fics over a long period of time and this one took me 2 weeks as I said.

Tagging you wonderful people, might not be everyone’s cup of tea so if you don’t feel like reading, I am not getting offended at all.  @lazarustrashpit @jojopitcher @kairakara101 @birdsandivory @ladychocoberry @theyearofdiamonddogs @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy

Add pulled out the cookies from the oven when the knock on the door came.

“Could you please open?” Crowe shouted from her room.

Ada left the cookies on the counter when another inpatient knock followed. She knew exactly who that was.

“You look amazing!” Tredd waked in as she opened the door giving her a wide grin. “Have I told you how much I enjoy looking at you?”

“Tredd, where is the cake?” Ada asked concerned seeing he had brought nothing but himself. They had split the responsibilities for that event, Ada and Crowe were hosting and they were going to prepare some of the food, Tredd had to grab the cake, Luche was bringing the drinks Pelna was bringing the rest of the food.

“Cake? What cake?” Ada could feel herself getting from calm to angry in a matter of a second. Then Tredd started laughing. “Relax my minion is bringing it.”

“Fuck you, Tredd.” Axis’ voice echoed from the staircase below.

“Could you please leave it in the fridge, I have made some space.” Ada directed Axis as he final reached the door.

“Cookies!” Tredd shouted and ran toward the kitchen before Ada could stop him.

“Not now!” Crowe’s voice roared in the apartment and Ada gave out a sight of relief. She was hoping the cookies would survive at least till everyone arrived.

“Hey!” Luche’s voice came from behind her and Ada jumped not expecting someone to be there. “Easy it’s just me.” He gave her a warm smile and lifted up the two bags that he was carrying, the bottles inside ringing. “Where should I leave these?”

“Why are you in uniform?” she grabbed the bags from him and passed them to Tredd who had joined to check who was coming.

“Drautos kept me.” He explained taking his duffel bag off his shoulder. “Can I change somewhere?”

“Sure, my room is down the corridor, please ignore the boxes.” Ada suddenly felt very embarrassed about the state of her room. From all the people in the world he was the last one she wanted to see the mess. She had a valid excuse for that mess, she was moving out tomorrow, but still felt silly about the piles of boxes and suitcases.

One by one the rest started arriving. Pelna brought more food than they all could possibly eat in one night and Crowe’s new girlfriend brought more alcohol. All that was left was for Nyx to finally bring Libertus.

“Ada.” Tredd sat next to her on the couch and gave her a glass of wine. “You still want me to help you tomorrow?”

“Yes…” she suddenly got worried he would bail out on her. Beside Libertus’ birthday, today was also her last day living with Crowe she had finally managed to find her own place. She had asked Tredd to help her move since he has one of these big trucks absolutely unreasonable for city living. “Don’t tell me you are doing something else tomorrow.”

“No, I’m all yours, babe. Just wanted to make sure you still needed me.” He gave her a very wide grin and Ada sighed. For the past five months with the Kingsglaive she had developed the ability to ignore him to a masterful level. Tredd would flirt with anything and anyone, walk into someone’s personal space, without any consideration. All that bothered her for a week, then she just learned to ignore him and act normally.

“Please don’t call me babe.” Ada made a face at him as she saw Luche coming. She didn’t mind Tredd’s flirting, just not in front of Luche.

“What are you guys doing tomorrow?” Luche joined them on the couch placing himself between her and Tredd.

“He is helping me move out. Well he and Crowe.” Ada explained trying to ignore the fact that Luche was way too close. He always had this habit of being too close to her, which she liked but also tried to avoid. Whenever he was that close she was thinking about nothing but him.

“Is it tomorrow?” he seemed surprised. “Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

Ada had told him she was moving out this week but never asked him for help. It was childish of her, but she was still trying to decide on scale one to ten how much of a terrible idea was it to have a crush on him. Beside Crowe he was her best friend and part of her was happy with things being just like that but another part wanted way more than friendship.

“Because of these?” Tredd answered unknowingly saving her and flexed his arm and showing them his biceps.

“’Kay guys listen up!” Crowe walked in with her girlfriend. “That’s is Lucia and you will be nice with her. You know Ada.” Ada had met the woman before, sweet thing with long blond hair and big blue eyes. “The guy next to her is Luche, the red head is Tredd, just ignore everything he says. Axis is the guy you met in the kitchen and the guy that just walked in is Pelna.”

“What about me?” Pelna had missed what was going on and suddenly looked like a child that was caught reaching for the cookie jar when he wasn’t supposed to be.

“Sonitus, nice to meet you!” the man introduced himself as he walked in.

“You are very late. Nyx should be here any moment with Libertus.” Crowe almost sounded as if she was scolding him but ignored him right after for something that Pelna whispered in her ear which made her laugh.

“Where have you been?” Tredd asked Sonitus as he passed him a drink.

“Worse guard duty. You remember last week when Drautos told us to behave and we didn’t.” Tredd nodded, Luche laughed. “Well I was put on guard duty in the citadel today as punishment. Boring as usual, but something interesting happened. The captain had a meeting with the king, and no idea what the meeting was about but you should have seen Drautos as he walked out. He was so angry that I thought he might punch me just so he gets some anger out of his system.” Ada wondered what was that about but didn’t miss to see the look Luche and Tredd exchanged.

“Explains why he kept me so late and why he was acting as if someone pissed in his coffee.” Luche added.

“…and that’s Nyx texting that they are downstairs.” Crowe said loud enough to attract everybody’s attention.

Ada went to switch off the lights and everyone remained silent waiting for Nyx to bring Libertus upstairs. The whole apartment went absolutely quiet and they could hear Libertus complaining about something to Nyx. Somebody in the room giggled and then a very loud ‘shuuush’ followed from Crowe which made the rest of them laugh. In that exact moment Nyx walked in, Ada switched on the lights but instead of everyone wishing Libertus happy birthday they were all just giggling and laughing.

“Surprise?” Libertus screamed ironically and waved his hands up.

“You are all terrible humans!” Crowe was the only one who wasn’t laughing her ass off at that point. To be fair that whole surprise party was her idea and she had organized most of it so Ada could understand why she felt like murdering them all. On the other hand, you couldn’t expect that bunch to stay serious for more than ten minutes unless they were on the battlefield.

“Happy birthday, Libertus.” Ada told him as he passed next to her and gave him a warm hug. “There is food and drinks in the living room and cold drinks in the fridge.”

“Let’s play never have I ever!” Tredd almost yelled in order to get everyone to hear him since they all had returned to their pervious conversations or just wished Libertus happy birthday.

And they did. Since Tredd had suggested he had to start first.

“Never have I ever taken a pregnancy test” he said that very proud of himself. Nobody drank.

“Tredd there are literary three people here who potentially might have done that, that’s a very stupid question.” Libertus said that and threw a peanut at him.

“I had to try! It could have been a cool story behind it!” he defended himself but no one seemed to agree with his logic.

“Okay my turn!” Libertus said since he was sitting next to Tredd. “Never have I ever gotten lost in an amusement park.”

Ada drank, Tredd drank.

“How?” Nyx asked.

“I was six!” Ada defended herself. She really was six and it was scary.

“I have no excuse.” For some reason Tredd seemed embarrassed and drank again.

“Okay…” Crowe thought for a second. “Never have I ever been in Drautos’ office, that’s our captain.” She explained for her girlfriend. “Without being asked to be there.”

All the guys drank excluding Pelna.

“Don’t tell me you were there together.” Ada teased.

“No, I just wanted to go through his files.” Tredd admitted.

“I was hiding from him.” Libertus added and everybody laughed.

It was Lucia’s turn and she seemed a bit unsure what to say. Crowe whispered something in her ear.

“Hey no helping! You had your turn.” Axis shouted.

“I wasn’t helping. I just told her none of you is shy so she shouldn’t go easy on you.” Crowe defended herself.

“I’m shy.” Nyx laughed after he drank from his glass and his own laugh almost made him spit his drink.

“Okay I have one!” The blonde woman said. “Never have I ever been in handcuffs for any reason.

There was a moment of silence nobody moved, they all just looked at each other waiting for someone to reach for their glass. Pelna sighed, swore and drank, then it was Nyx, Sonitus, Tredd and Ada.

“Wait, wait stop!” Axis said. “Aren’t you underaged?” he pointing at Ada.

“I’m almost twenty…plus I might have been arrested…get your mind out of the gutter.” That wasn’t the case, but she might have been.

“Before any of you says anything, I was arrested.” Tredd added.

“I was handcuffed to a bedpost.” Nyx admitted.

“My turn. Never have I ever had sex with someone whose name I didn’t know.” Luche said.

Tredd drank and Nyx drank.

“Oh, you two!” Crowe made a disgusted face.

“Things happen sometimes okay? Don’t judge.” Was the only explanation Tredd provided, Nyx didn’t even bother to explain, he just enjoyed his drink.

“Never have I ever given or received a lap dance.” Ada said.

Everybody drank and she felt like that was some sort of small victory.

“Never have I ever been so drunk I couldn’t remember how to get home.” Axis chuckled in Tredd’s direction.

“Fuck you.” Tredd drank and then continued. “It was your fault.”

Libertus drank as well which made Crowe stare at him in disbelief.

“In my defense, I went to Nyx’s place instead of my own, just got the address wrong, thought I live there.” Everybody was laughing before Libertus could even finish his sentence.

“Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex.” Sonitus said quickly.

Crowe and her girlfriend drank, Ada drank, Nyx drank and Luche drank.

“You two together?” Ada raised an eyebrow and pointed an Nyx and Luche.

“He has a stick too far up his ass for me to kiss him.” Nyx laughed.

“Too much of a hero complex for my taste.”  Luche toasted with his glass and drank.

They continued like that and Ada learned more about her colleagues than she probably wanted to. Tredd and Crowe had tried to flirt their way out of a speeding ticket and Tredd had been successful. Pelna and Nyx had lied about their birthdays just so they get a free dessert in  a restaurant. Crowe’s girlfriend was insanely good at that. Every time it was her turn she managed to make all of them to drink. Apparently, they all had crush on someone in the Kingsglaive at some point or currently and they all had flirted with someone they worked with.

At the end of the evening Tredd was so drunk he couldn’t stand from the couch and Nyx had to drive Libertus home for similar reasons. Crowe and her girlfriend went to Crowe’s room and Ada was left alone with Tredd and Luche.

“Hey Ada…I’m cold.” Tredd said, half asleep on the couch.

“What do you want me to do? Set you on fire?” she asked and Luche laughed.

“That sounds painful.” Tredd said with very innocent voice. “A good night kiss?”

Ada sighed but leaned forward and kissed his forehead. As she pulled away and was about to tell him that was one time only just because he had managed not to say anything stupid in fifteen minutes, he was already asleep.

“Let me help you.” Luche grabbed couple glasses and helped her carry them to the kitchen. “So, who is your crush.” He whispered behind her.

“What?” Ada almost dropped the glasses as he asked her that.

“You tell me yours, I tell you mine.” Very calmly he left the glasses he was carrying in the sink, his body brushing against hers.

Ada bit her lower lip as she was usually doing when she was nervous. He was her friend, her closest friend not counting Crowe, he was also her mentor in a sense and a superior. He was also her crush despite how hard she was trying to hide it and deny it even to herself.

“It’s you.” She finally admitted.

“Huh, funny.” For a second she thought Crowe was wrong and in fact he didn’t like her, but next thing she knew he was leaning over her kissing her gently.

“You are drunk.” Ada said as he pulled away from her lips, but his body was way too close to hers.

“I had just couple of drinks, not enough to join the sleeping beauty on the couch.” He smiled and pushed her against the kitchen counter. “It’s funny because I happen to have a crush on you. Pretty bad one.” He finally admitted with a very cunning smile.

“Why you never did anything?” Ada’s body had developed a mind on its own and her hands moved to his waist and pulled him even closer to her.

“I’m now.” he touched her face with his knuckles. “Plus, I didn’t want to make it awkward between us. I like you, but I also value you as a friend.”

She realized he spends too much time with her but she dismissed all as he is being friendly and nice. Then Crowe had pointed it out and she could see the little details, but again never said anything. It wasn’t her place to say anything, what if he really was just super friendly and that was going to make it awkward between them. After all he had become a close friend, crush or no crush, and they did have a lot in common, that she didn’t want to lose.

“You can talk to me, you know.” He said after she had been standing there for probably a good minute not saying anything, just having some sort of internal monologue.

“My bedroom.” She was still keeping her hands on him but now moved them under his shirt feeling the tense muscles of his back.

“You are not giving the orders here.” He pulled her up and places her on the kitchen counter reaching for a kiss but Ada pulled away and pointed toward Tredd who was sleeping but if awaken could see exactly what they were doing. “He sleeps like corpse when he is drunk don’t worry.” Luche dismissed her concern and tried to kiss her again.

“All we need is for him to wake up to pee…” Ada insisted.

“Fine. Your bedroom.” Luche grunted and grabbed her from the kitchen counter carrying her to the bedroom while his lips weren’t leaving hers. Her room was absolute mess with boxes all over the place but at least her bed was in order. He gently let her step on the ground breaking their kiss just for a second when Ada pulled his shirt up and took it off. Looking at him like that was…different. It wasn’t her first time seeing him half naked but now it felt different. She had caught herself staring at him at the gym when he would take his shirt off, or thinking how his skin would feel under her fingers, but now she could actually fell it. She ran her fingers down his neck, to his collar bones, and hard chest placing her palm over his heart which was beating faster than she expected. At that moment he stepped back and sat on her bed, Ada was about to follow him but he stopped.

“No. Take off your clothes.” He smirked at her and Ada gave him slightly puzzled and confused look. “You sad you never stripped for anyone. Do it for me.”

She was pleasantly amused he actually remembered what she had done and she hadn’t, but then again, she also had made a mental not of all the times he drank and didn’t drink. She reached for the end of her t-shirt and slowly stared pulling it up, her eyes fixed on his. He wasn’t doing anything just watching her, but she could see his breathing was becoming more rapid. As her top was out of the way she reached for her jeans slowly unbuttoning them. She could see his jaw clenching, his eyes looked almost black. As she pulled her jeans down and kicked them away as gracefully as she could Luche reached and pulled her closer to himself. He didn’t say anything but turned her around, his face against her back. Ada turned her head confused, but just then he started kissing down her spine, his hands skillfully undoing her bra. He started varying between soft kisses and bites, definitely leaving marks. He held her firm with one arm around her waist, the other he moved between her legs and started rubbing slowly against the already wet fabric.

“You like that?” he asked her as she moaned louder than she expected. Luche turned her around, this time facing her. His mouth started kissing just below her breasts going down to her tummy and Ada couldn’t believe how pleasant she found all that. He slowly pulled her underwear down and she kicked it away eagerly. His fingers were quickly doing the same thing they did before, but this time there was no fabric on the way. Ada pushed herself closer to him, wanting to feel more, but that was when he moved back, again, and just stared at her.

“Could you not stop when it’s getting interesting.” She could barely control her desire for him right now.

“You need to earn it.” He started undoing his pants and Ada laughed. She should have expected that from him.  She went on her knees, pulling his jeans and boxers down. He moved his hand at the back of her head but didn’t guide her of force her down on his shift for which she was grateful since she was certainly going to gag on his length. She brushed her lips against his dick, then followed the same pattern with her tongue. Luche was getting inpatient as he tried to push against. She started stroking him slowly with one hand, the other placed on his abs feeling how tense his muscles were. She slowly took him in her mouth, hearing the most pleasant groan coming from his lips. He left her at her own pace for a while, but she was going slower on purpose and at some point, he couldn’t last any longer like that. His hand started dictating her speed and Ada had to try very hard not to laugh and choke at the same time. Eventually he pulled out lifting her chin up and making her look him in the eyes.

“You are fucking beautiful.” He said running his fingers through her hair.

“You are saying that only because I just sucked your dick.” Ada smiled and gave his tip a teasing kiss.

“I would have said it before you did it to convince you that’s a good idea.” He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward himself. “Come here.”

She was on top of him, his hands resting on her waist. Ada started moving down slowly, one of his hands moved between his legs to guide him in her. She was hungry with desire for him but there was something strangely pleasant in going slowly. She could enjoy every inch of him while watching his body tense in anticipation and his breathing becoming more rapid. Once his full length was in her he moved both of his hands on her ass and helped her move up and then down. Funny how technically she was on top, but he was the one in control. Luche pulled his body closer to hers, his chest pressing against her breasts, his lips tracing the length of her neck with kisses. She moved a bit making sure to get him hit all the right places and he moved one of his hands between the two of slowly massaging exactlyw here she wanted his fingers to touch. Her finger grabbed his back, feeling tense muscle below them, her nails dug in his skin as she felt herself getting closer. He was still controlling the speed of her movement and thrusting in her as she came her whole body clenching around his.

“Good girl.” He whispered in her ear as he stopped moving just gently moving his fingers down the length of her spine. Luche’s lips started placing soft kisses on her neck while she was trying to gather her thoughts. Once her breathing was back to normal he grabbed her and rolled her under himself.

Ada wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him closer to her, but he didn’t need the invitation. He shoved his full length almost brutally in her making her moan load. He grunted and leaned as close as possible to her, kissing and biting her neck and shoulders. He was setting a quicker pace than before, the slow gentle way he allowed when she was on top absolutely gone. Ada could feel her second orgasm coming way faster than she expected, her legs wrapping tighter around him wanting him to go even harder.

“Luche…” she moaned his name as her body shivered with pleasure below him and arching her body closer to his. He didn’t slow his speed, prolonging her orgasm but his moves were far less controlled and more rapid. He grunted as he came, his body tensing on top of hers and then relaxing. Neither of them moved, they were both breathing heavy.

“We should have done that months ago.” He said as he rolled next her, his chest still raising too fast.

“Better late than never.” Ada said as she got off the bed.

“Where do you think you are going.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward himself.

“Shower? You are welcome to join.” She smirked at him and he smiled back.

 Ada woke up feeling the warmth of Luche’s body wrapped around her. His arms were squeezing her so close for a second she thought he was awake, but when she turned around he was just beginning to wake up.

“You are still here…” she remarked a bit surprised.

“You want me to go?” Luche placed a lazy kiss on her neck.

“No, I just thought…you might want to leave…”

“Why would I do that?” he pulled her toward himself and made her face him. “I like being in bed with you. You remind me of home so much…it’s like holding piece of home, I’m not going to run from that.”

“We probably need to keep it low-key.” She knew what was going to happen if the other caught wind on that. She wasn’t going to hear the end of it for very long time and there was also the question what would the Captain do.

“Probably not a terrible idea. Although I don’t really care what the others say.” He placed a kiss on her neck. The sound of pans and pots came from the kitchen. Crowe was already awake.

“We have to figure out an excuse why you slept here…” Ada didn’t want to think about any of that. She was enjoying the warmth of his body and his kisses way too much.

“I got drunk, crashed on your floor because Tredd was snoring.” He pulled away for a second and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t worry. I have it under control.”

She wasn’t worried just…concerned. She liked him too much, not because he obviously knew what to do in the bed, but also as a friend. Ada didn’t want to lose that.

An hour later they were finally out of bed or at least Luche was, Ada was still naked lying on the bedcovers watching him getting dressed.

“The only good thing about Drautos keeping me last night is I have spare clothes.” He said as he pulled pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt from his bag. Ada was half a mind to tell him to leave all that and come back to bed, just watching the lean muscles of his body work on simple tasks like bending or putting on clothes made her mind sink in memories about last night, his body all rigid under her fingers.

“You need to get dressed, it’s too distracting.” He smirked as he was looking around the room to pick up his clothes from last night.

“Are you in a hurry?” Ada got out of the bed and took the t-shirt he was wearing last night refusing to give it to him when he extended his hand for it.

“You were the one who told me an hour ago to go faster because you have to move all that today.” He waved toward all the boxes. “Give me the t-shirt.”

“First of all, it’s my t-shirt now. Second I do remember you saying you will help me which made me stop protesting.”  She hid the t-short behind her back and gave him an innocent smile.

“I will go deal with Crowe, you get dressed.” He said as he was shaking his head obviously giving up on the t-shirt.

Ada left his shirt on the bed, she had to remember to pack it before she left.

“What the hell are you doing? Where did you sleep?” she could hear Crowe interrogating him as she was getting dressed. Ada couldn’t hear what Luche answered but Crowe obviously wasn’t buying it. “I don’t believe you.”

Ada laughed. She knew Crowe wouldn’t just believe the ‘I was too drunk’ story. She knew Ada liked him and she suspect he liked her back so that seemed too much of a coincidence.

Crowe walked in her room without knocking, Luche following after. Ada gave her a very innocent smile, she knew Crowe wasn’t stupid. The other woman closed the door behind herself, the three of them finding themselves in Ada’s bedroom in awkward silence.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you.” Crowe finally said to Luche. “I don’t care why or how, I will end you. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”

Before Luche could say anything in his defense Crowe walked out leaving the two of them alone.

“She won’t stab me on the battlefield?” he asked.

“No. She is just worried.” Ada understood how Crowe felt. The two of them have grown very close in the past five months. In a sense Crowe was the big sister she never had and the same way Crowe was taking care of her, she was taking care of Crowe.  

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390 prompts.. Arabella x Nyx

@waifuthewhite Requested one of the following : 

79. Can’t get you out of my head

82. I can’t stop thinking about you

175. I’m yours

295. Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

333. Why choose me?

372. You look beautiful

I got a little carried away and... well, wrote all of them.. (Changing 333 a little)

Thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun writing Arabella! She is really amazing! <3

Words: 1623

POV: Nyx Ulric

Characters: Arabella Fae , Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Libertus Ostium, Pelna Khara

Warnings: None 

I hope I’ve done good by Arabella! 

Arabella Fae, probably the nicest little ballerina anyone can find in Insomnia. Who thought this kind, compassionate, loving little angel could be a bad ass?!

I didn’t.

It all started when Crowe decided to take us all out to the usual place for her birthday. Libertus wouldn’t let me stay at home, calling me and sending messages all day long “Dude, we gotta do this.” He said as I laughed at his hundredth beg. I could hear Crowe behind him “Nyx, you have to come!”

“Guys, seriously, the new post is kicking my ass. I-“

“Nyx. Ulric. You are coming with us or I’m gonna burn that sweet little ass of yours!” somehow I believed her! So I accepted.

An hour later I was sitting on the table with them, laughing and wishing ‘Happy Birthday’s to the woman who literally threatened me to come.

“Hey, hero? Did you see the new girl?” Pelna laughed, nodding towards her with his head and wiggling his eyebrows.

I followed his gaze and I saw her, standing in front of the bar, serving tray in her hands as she placed what looked like our next round of drinks in the right order.

By the Six, she’s gorgeous. I think my jaw dropped. Long golden hair, reaching to her lower slim waist, ocean blue eyes focused on the drinks –and godsdamned that skirt, it hugged her legs perfectly.

Her eyes –were looking at me… as I kept on staring… ‘What are you doing you creep?’ I thought to myself as I drowned the last of my beer. For the record, my eyes never left her.

“Here are your drinks.” She smiled and I lost all will to do anything else.

“Thanks!” I think I heard Crowe say. I wanted to tell her to sit with us, but that would be insane. Wouldn’t it?

“When do you get off work?” Pelna asked, his eyes traveling from me to her as we never broke eye contact, was she actually looking at me too? She was probably wondering what is wrong with me. I would.

“Um” she blinked a few times, turning her gaze away from me “In about thirty minutes.” She smiled kindly.

“You should come drink with us.” Crowe agreed with Pelna. “You won’t really find anyone worse than us!”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” The girl stuttered a bit, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear, uncovering her blushed cheeks.

“It’s my birthday!” Crowe laughed “You can’t really tell me no, you know.”

The blonde laughed and I swear the sound that left my mouth sounded like a behemoth’s roar! A small one’s, maybe an infant’s because Libertus was the only one who caught it, thank the Astrals.

The girl agreed with Crowe and left our table to go back to the bar, with a smile. That’s when hell broke loose.

“Nyx?” Libertus raised an eyebrow at me “What the hell was that?”

“Dude –“ I started to defend myself but I was already too late.

“Isn’t she kinna… you know” Crowe couldn’t even finish her sentence from laughing so hard at me.

“Girly?” Pelna finished for her.

“She’s feminine, not girly!” I defended the girl I didn’t even know, what was happening to me?

“That was never really your style, man!” Libertus joined in.

I swear my ears were burning; but then I got a glimpse of her as she looked at me. Our eyes met and suddenly, there was no one around. Just her and me! She smiled up at me, grabbed a glass of red wine and moved closer to our table.

I was in real time again in a second.

I felt my insides tie up in a knot as she took the only chair available. The one next to me! Crowe had made Libertus get up and move to stand next to her, making way for the girl, so she could only sit close enough to me.

“Hey, you made it!” Crowe smiled warmly at her.

“And early too.” Pelna commented. It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since Crowe invited her to join us.

“My boss said it’s a present for the Birthday girl, since she invited me.” She smiled up at Crowe as the latter raised her beer bottle at her friend.

“Awesome!” Crowe laughed, enjoying the attention.

“I’m Arabella, by the way. My friends call me Ara.” Arabella, a name matching her beauty. Why can’t I say anything? I’m just staring like an idiot. I swear I just rolled my eyes at myself, Nyx, focus man!

“Nice to meet you, Ara. I’m Crowe, this is Pelna, Libertus, and that goofy looking stud over there is Nyx.”

Goody looking stud? Crowe!

“It’s nice to meet you all!” Arabella smiled and moved closer to me “I don’t think you look goofy.” She laughed and my heart skipped a beat.

“Thanks.” I laughed. What? Thanks? Who are you and what have you done to Nyx Ulric?

The night turned out to be a fun one, between Crowe making fun of me and me making a fool of myself, Arabella felt confident enough to open up about herself. She’s from Galahd! I was ecstatic to hear it. She told us about her ballet lessons and her parents, we all shared stories of the Kingsglaive lines and our early lives.

There was a connection we both seemed to feel, I could see it in her eyes.

Arabella moved to the bar when her boss called out for her “Time to call it a night guys.” I said, moving closer so I could say my proper goodbyes.

“Right,” Crowe agreed “I’ll take Ara home.”

“What? Why?” it seems my attitude was strange enough, Crowe laughed her ass off!

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous, hero?” she teased as I looked back to Arabella’s direction, making sure she didn’t catch any of it “Do you want to be the one to take her home, Nyx?” Crowe raised her eyebrows playfully and I laughed.

“Yes. I’ve acted like an idiot all night. I should make amends.”

“That you should.” She pushed me back, still laughing as Arabella made her way back to us.

“I really should be getting home.” She smiled awkwardly, looking at her watch “It was really nice meeting you all, though!”

Now is your chance dumbass!

“I’m leaving too, so what do you say I walk you home? It’s already late.”

There you go Nyx!

Arabella accepted right away, like she was waiting for me to ask.

We said our goodbyes to the rest and walked all the way to the square where we were stopped by a couple of hooded guys. At least I think they were guys, I don’t really remember. They kinna hit me on the head with something heavy. I was knocked out for the most of it. Pretty heroic huh?

When I came to, Arabella was standing next to me, worry all over her beautiful eyes.

“Hero material, aren’t I?” I halfheartedly laughed as I got back onto my feet “They didn’t hurt y-“ before I got the chance to finish my sentence I saw them, they were both on the ground. One holding his stomach as he grunted, the other one knocked out cold, blood coming out of his nose.

“What did you -?” I turned to look at Arabella, her dress was dirty and she was fixing her hair, placing it all on one side as she smiled up at me.

“My dress is all dirty.” She pouted, changing my entire chain of thought as my heart melted.

“You look beautiful!” the words came out as a whisper but she heard, I know because of her blushing cheeks.

I took my jacket off and placed it around her shoulders “Let’s get you home.”

It’s safe to say that she was the hero that night, I only walked her home… and got my ass handed to me, BUT! I got her phone number and a kiss on the cheek. Man, I felt like a fifteen year old again.

I was excited when she messaged me the next day, saying she had a fantastic night. I suggested we do it again, just the two of us. She accepted. We had a great time again and again and again as we got closer.

Then one night I got a message that would change my life.

“Can’t stop thinking about you.”

That’s all I needed. I had typed in a similar message just a few seconds ago, debating on whether I should sent it or not.

I didn’t! I decided I’d show it to her in person. So, I grabbed my jacked and took off to reach her apartment outside the Citadel. I was practically running to her! I knew what I wanted for my life. I wanted her. A life with her!

Arabella opened the door on the third thud and looked up at me as I took her face in my hands, placing my thirsty lips on hers in a heated kiss. A small whimper left from her as I took her by surprise but she quickly kissed me back, same shared passion.

Once we broke free from each other, breathless, I touched her forehead with mine and she smiled brightly. I stared into her eyes as I reached for the phone in my back pocket, unlocking the screen without looking and showed her the message I never sent “Can’t get you out of my head.”

She smiled against my lips as she connected them with hers again, pulling me inside and closing the door behind us.

That’s when I knew. I chose her, and I would always choose her.

My badass ballerina, I’m yours! I will always be!

[deathbyignis]

Drautos x Reader pt 2

“Before I left the Citadel today, I told Cor about us and asked him to take you into the Crownsguard”.

“Huh”? You asked, furrowing your brow.

“Clarus will never allow you to continue in the Kingsglaive when he hears about us”.

Your hands move immediately from the small of his back to his pecs, pushing like hell to get this boulder off of you. He sighs deeply and complies, begrudgingly releasing you. You feel tears forming in your eyes as a scoff escapes your mouth. You immediately shoot yourself upright and turn your head back to give him a death stare over your shoulder. “WHAT”!

“You seemed ok with it 20 minutes ago”, he says to the ceiling.

You sit next to him for a minute in stunned silence.

“Ok with what, Titus” you ask, your tone quiet and shaky. “With you not talking to me about it before you went and spilled your guts to Cor”? “Ok with you making decisions for me that affect MY life”? “Or is it that you thought I would be ok with babysitting a narcoleptic brat”?

“Baby, c'mon” he pleads, right hand shading his eyes as if the sunlight at midday just burned them.

You stand to face him, “No ‘baby’ this time, this is fucked up Titus”! “Why would you do this”?

“I thought I just told you why” he says under his breath, his voice beginning to crack.

“Oh great, so is this why you said it, to soften the blow”? you say with a shaky voice as you make your way to the dresser in the corner and pull out a tshirt and jeans.

“No. I said it because I mean it” his tears running freely.

You never were much of a yeller, even in the most warranted of circumstances, but this is just BEYOND. You actually are lost for words. “I am so angry with you right now”, the tone you use lets him know that you are actually more hurt than angry. You put on your jeans and steal a glance at him to see that he still has his eyes shaded and he hasn’t moved.

You then throw on your shirt, zip up your boots, throw your hair in a ponytail, and announce “I’m taking Titan for a walk”. “We’ll be back in about an hour, be ready to explain yourself”. You can hear his chest struggle to inhale deeply as you leave him there on the bed.

You stop at the door to grab Titan and a jacket, but you meltdown. NEVER has Titus EVER tried to control you or your path before. Sure, he had control over you in the Kingsglaive, and you pushed his limits more than once - mostly thanks to Nyx dragging you off during battle to slay some never-before-seen monstrosity - but that was different. It was work, and you reported directly to him. He was responsible for all of you, and if he gave you a punishment, you Gods damn well deserved it. Never has he mixed work with home, it had to be that way and you both liked it that way.

The neighborhood you live in is quiet…not too far from the Citadel, not so close that you could run into someone FROM the Citadel. A nice neighborhood, but not without its problems. Titus bought the condo you share ten years ago when he was commissioned to Captain. You tease him about the location often, saying that he needed a quiet place to take his honeys back in the day. There is a park nearby, so you walk the short distance and flop yourself on a bench.

Looking down at Titan, you exhale deeply, and begin to sob uncontrollably. You knew everything Titus said was true. You both were sick of hiding, the statement about Clarus not having it, that he loved you, and you knew if the two of you were to trust anyone with your secret, Cor would be the ONLY name on the list.

Not to say that Clarus was a prude or judgmental man, but he was a fair man. He would never stand for a Captain fucking one of his subordinates, even if it was love, lest favoritism come into play. You had met him on several official occasions, and found him to be quite charming.

Cor was amazing. He was gentle, sweet, and honest. You are sure that Cor gave Titus the treatment, and laid it on pretty thick, before giving him a hug.

You take a deep breath and release Titan, who has been patiently tugging on his leash for at least 20 minutes while you sort through your thoughts. The little shit bolts across the park to challenge a pit-bull four times his size. “Titan” you scream, and run after him, sure in your mind that he will be reduced to pâté by the time you reach him. “Down, NOW” you hear a deep voice come from your left. The miniature horse immediately lays down and butts Titan to the side with his snout as he arrives for his ass-kicking.

You feel relief, but keep moving. Titan is now in this dogs face barking like a little bitch. “Titan” you yell again as you scoop him up into your arms. You can hear laughter off to your side, so you turn to see what is so funny about your dog’s near-death experience. “Kid’s got balls”, the dark figure says. It was past twilight and the lights hadn’t come up yet, so it was difficult to make out anything besides his immense figure.

When he stepped closer, your breath hitched and you felt sick. SHIT! Gladi-fucking-olus. You’ve lived here for almost two years now, and never once had you ran into a single soul from the Citadel. Curse the Six.

“Yeah, he takes after his daddy” you half-heartily laugh, while looking straight down to count some rocks. “Thanks for calming your dog, I was afraid he would eat Titan in one swift bite” you mumble to the dirt. There is an awkward silence, and you can feel Gladiolus staring you down. “Do I know you”? He questions. “No, don’t think so” you answer…74,75,76….Pelna may be the smartest man you know…

“I’m pretty sure I know you. Where do you work”?

Truth is, you do know him. Intimately. Six months after your recruitment into the Kingsglaive there was a joint party that included the Crownsguard to celebrate when your class cleared Level 8 training. People got drunk, people fucked in the dorm. All you remember is who it was, and how much it fucking hurt the next day.

You raised your gaze to meet his, and with an innocent smile you said softly, “I think I would remember someone like you”, which garnered a grin and a flick of his pecks.

Show off.

“Anyway, thanks again, I’ve got to get this daemon back home”. SHIT! Only people from the armed forces called them daemons… civilians called them monsters. You attach Titan’s leash to his collar, but keep him in your arms, and turn to walk away. You walk briskly, fearing he may want to continue his investigation of your initial meeting. The hairs on the back of your neck tell you that Gladiolus’ eyes are on you until you turn a corner a block from your home.

You entered stealthily, knowing that you had been wrong to go off on him like that. Truth be told, the two of you had discussed the dream of exposing yourselves and what would happen to both of you. Titus told you that he would be asked to leave, or you would. The two of you knew that meant YOU would be the one extricated. His actions today were an attempt to secure you a job in the Citadel, which was sweet, but if this got out it would actually separate you from him when you most wanted to be by his side. The thought of him going to war without you nearby brought new tears to the surface, and you sat at the kitchen table with your head in your hands trying to organize your thoughts before going upstairs.

One thing you definitely did not discuss was the timing. Today was most certainly not the day chosen by the both of you. Titus’ confessional with Cor today caught you off guard, and that is what really pissed you off, no matter how much you trusted the man. The Glaives and CG had the next two days off to recover from today’s hellish training day, but you all had received an invitation from King Regis himself to join him for dinner in the Citadel tomorrow evening. An invitation from the King was not a request, it was an order. You wondered how Cor would react when he saw you. Your stomach dropped, and you wiped your eyes once more.

“I’m sorry” came a small whisper from over your shoulder. Apparently, Titan had alerted him that you were home safe. Startled, you looked up at him, eyes soaked and bloodshot. He too, looked like he had been crying during the time you were gone, and he falls into the chair next to you. Not wanting to feel your wrath, he stares blindly at the table, while stroking it with his left hand.

“Why” comes your plea. “Why would you do this without talking to me first”? He continues to stare at the table. “How am I going to face Cor tomorrow night, when I know that he knows”? A low chuckle comes from his mouth that enrages you. “You think this is funny, you’re fucking with my life here” you growl. “No baby I don’t think this is funny” he says, trying to subdue his laughter. “What the fuck is wrong with you”? The tears are falling again, so you jump up and turn to walk away, but he grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap. You struggle with him, but let’s be honest, you have no chance of getting away. When Titus decided he wanted you somewhere, that is exactly where you were going.

He has one arm firmly restraining your waist, the other hand holding the back of your head firmly forcing you to face him. “I love you, please baby, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and I just can’t take it anymore”, his voice trailing off as he buries his head into your chest and becomes a mess beneath you. You are repelled by the display at first, but realize that you had never seen him like this. Titus was the type of guy to hide his emotions behind closed doors, you cannot recall a single instance of him melting down like this and your heart sinks. You place your hands gently on his head intertwining your fingers into his hair and kiss him on his crown. “I love you” you whisper. “We’ll figure this out”.

You lift your body slowly and turn yourself to straddle him on the protesting chair. Cupping his face in your hands, you give him a long, languid kiss. He responds immediately and grabs the back of your head, inserting his tongue deeply into your mouth, exploring every contour. You pull away, and he chases your lips. “No more unexpected confessionals” you whisper, looking him dead in the eyes. He nods his head and invades your mouth yet again.

You feel his rough hands on your abdomen, playing with the hem of your shirt and you instinctively raise your arms to accommodate his silent request. He lifts your shirt with timid hands over your head and his mouth descends upon your sensitive mounds. Your breath hitches as you grab the back of his head pulling him in closer. He teases your nipples relentlessly with his tongue, spinning quick circles, followed by soft nibbles between his teeth.

Titus wraps his strong arms tightly around your body and lifts you up to sit on the table, positioning himself between your legs. He unzips and removes one boot, then the other. Cursing your tight jeans, he removes them with intense urgency, as if you may change your mind at any second. He can still smell himself on you from earlier in the evening, and he holds your thighs wide open to give himself full access to descend upon your pussy with his hungry mouth.

His fingers spread your soaked folds so his tongue can skillfully hit you in all the places only he knows about. His sweet lips pulling you into his mouth, creating a vacuum around your clit. You lock your fingers into his hair, as your hips gyrate in time with the movements of his skilled mouth. “Are you still mine” he asks, keeping time with your hips. “Always” you get out between ragged breaths. The admission spurs him on and he inserts two fingers into your wet entrance. “Shit” you whisper, arching your back off the table and earning a smile from him. He pulls them out, shoves them back in, twists and turns, increasing speed and force, as your body convulses below him. As soon as he begins to feel you clinch around him, he withdraws. “Uhhhh, nooooo”, you whine and he glances up to your beautiful red face, licking his fingers of your juices. You look down to him with a pouty face. “Maneuvers like that will not get you back into my good graces, Captain” you pant at him.

He stands and positions his body above you with his arms wrapped around your legs, and leans down to give you a kiss. You grab his face and pull him to you, his delicious lips tasting of your combined orgasm two hours prior. “I want to suck on your cock” you whisper, licking the sensitive area behind his ear. “No need, baby” he says, freeing his hard cock from his sweat pants. The two of you lock eyes when you feel the pressure of him wanting entrance. He moves his hands to the sensitive skin behind your knees, holding you wide open to accept his thick cock. He pulls away from your face, and stares intently into your eyes as he breaks your resistance and pushes his way all the way into your slick cunt, earning a short spasm from your body.

He is gentle and sweet with his movements. Slowly, he completely sheaths himself inside your body then withdraws until just his head remains inside. He continues to slowly fuck you, and you can tiny explosions of your juices escaping, running down your ass. “Your cock feels so good honey” you say as he continues to force every inch into your body, using every thrust to bring you closer to release. “Fuck yeah it does” he retorts with a breathy chuckle. He begins to pick up the pace and raises his foot to rest next to your hip, so to reach even deeper depths inside your tight cunt.

“Please baby” you plead with him as he pounds into you relentlessly, your orgasm approaching quickly. He stops his movement, looks into your eyes and asks, “Please what”? Tears are forming in your eyes from this amazing feeling and you beg him to “Make me cum on your cock”. Without a word, he withdraws completely and picks you up like a rag doll and turns you over. Your full upper body now resting on the dinner table, your abdomen sliding in the juices that leaked from your cunt as he first gained entry.

Titus teases your clit several times with his cock then positions himself at your now dripping wet hole. He waits. “Fuck me baby” you beg him. “How do you want to be fucked, sweetheart”? “I want you to fuck me like this is the last piece of pussy you will ever get”. “Shit, babe” he says through a smile. He grabs both of your shoulders and shoves his cock into you so hard and deep, you are certain your eyes would have bulged out of your head had they been open.

His strokes become hard, and deep. He pounds into you at a punishing pace, bodies slapping together at a rapid rhythm. Titus releases your shoulders and grabs your right leg and lifts it to get maximum access. You moan loudly as the cool air hits your swollen clit. With his free hand he grabs your hair at your scalp and strengthens his grip on your thigh. Using both points for leverage, he pulls your whole body closer to him. Arching your back, you feel your orgasm creeping into your abdomen. “Baby I’m cumming” you announce. “Fuck yeah…cum on that dick” he commands. As you chase your release, you can hear his breathing become heavier, as his strokes become more and more erratic. You cum in a rush of endorphins and your pussy grabs at his cock, not willing to relinquish this feeling of euphoria that it gives you. He continues to pound you through your bliss, letting go of your leg only as he announces that he too, was going over that cliff. You feel his hot cum spill into you as he lowers his chest to meet your back and his sweaty body convulses on top of you.

You smile at the feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you. You turn as much as the weight of his torso allows, push him off of you, turn around and tell him to sit. Breathing heavily, he complies, as you drop to your knees. You grab his still rock-hard cock by the base and take him fully into your mouth. Your eyes meet his and your mouth descends once again onto his mushroom head, sucking the remaining nectar from his body. “Fuck” he moans, brushing the hair from your face and holding it back. You eagerly take each of his balls into your mouth sucking each gently in quick intervals while listening to his praise. “Gods, baby, your so good at that”.

He watches you work for several minutes before his leg begins to tremble under your chest. “Fuck me with that pretty mouth” he orders, tightening his grip on your hair. Lifting your head, you give him a smile, and engulf his enormous cock fully. The suction you skillfully apply to the tip, alternating with the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat make him completely lose control under you. His grip becomes so strong in your hair that it almost hurts and he begins to thrust upward as your saliva spills down his full length. “Oh, fuck, I can’t” he yells as he releases his third load of the night straight into your mouth, his body in full spasms. You always did love the taste of him, so you lick him clean and look up to see his face. “Thank you” he says hoarsely, giving you a grin. “You’re always welcome” you smile back and insert his cock fully into your mouth one more time, pulling away with a sinful 'pop’.

“Shower, dinner, then bed” he asks.

“Sounds like a good strategy” you say.

You stand in front of him and he lifts you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs once more.

[secret-engima]

Do you have any HCs for And A Child Shall Lead Them verse?

Hmmm lemme think! I might end up accidentally repeating HCs from earlier posts, if so I apologize.

-Queen Aulea lives for longer in this AU because it takes longer to have Noctis. The Kingsglaive were her idea in this AU because Aulea is awesome like that. She also had a major hand in running it up until her death post Noctis’s birth so the glaive all Loved Her Dearly and are monstrously protective of bby Noctis because that’s THEIR QUEEN’S KID. The last thing they have of her. They will Protecc.

-Noctis in this has a Dyslexia problem that makes him 100% more cranky about doing his homework/reading things. Ignis tends to read aloud to him just to help all their sanity even though Noctis has regular sessions to help his dyslexia issues.

-Everyone picture Noctis refusing to spell Ardyn’s name in any written correspondence because he keeps mixing up the y and the d and possibly the r and its easier to just write Uncle. Ardyn is very bemused by this.

-Prompto joined the Crownsguard because he looks up to Cor like- a LOT. He also wanted to help serve the country that took him in despite him being Nif. He joined the Guard and not the Glaive even though he has magic potential because Cor runs the Guard and Prompto was afraid of what people would think if his barcode was discovered.

-Cor actually personally talked to Prompto when Prompto signed up because he remembered that this was the kiddo he rescued from a lab. He explained that yes, he knew about Prompto’s barcode and if Prompto joins the Guard then Cor would help cover for that. Prompto, once he got over near-hyperventilating at being in the presence (and CONVERSATION) of Cor the Immortal, gratefully accepted the offer.

-Prompto only meets Noctis during the invasion and subsequent fall but oath or no oath he would already die for this kid okay? Okay.

-Noctis loves Prompto basically instantly because Noctis is scared and he just got separated from his dad and home and Ignis is worried and Gladio is angry so when Prompto comes up to a distressed Noctis and smiles like the sun and asks if Noct wants to play King’s Knight ... Prompto is instantly Noctis’s new favorite person.

-Prompto just wants to know how a ten year old is so much better than him at video games. Like- he knows all the jokes about being beaten on the internet by kiddos but SERIOUSLY, Noctis is blowing all of Prompto’s high scores out of the water.

-Noctis discovers Prompto’s barcode during a splash fight gone a little too intense. Prompto starts panicking and Noctis has no clue WHY, just that Prompto is scared of this thing on his skin so Noct reaches out and grabs that wrist and puts his hand on it very solemnly and pushes his magic into the mark like how his dad used to gently pump magic into Noctis’s cuts and scrapes. Prompto goes very quiet in awe as the mark turns soft Lucian blue and Noctis looks up and innocently asks if its better now. It’s not, Prompto should still be freaking out, but- but his prince is so SWEET so all Prompto can do is smile a watery smile and say, “Thanks, Noct. That helped a lot.”

-Then Gladio and Ignis show up wondering about why Prompto was panicking and why Noctis’s magic just flared and OF COURSE Noctis tell Ignis about the mark, because Ignis fixes everything and Prompto has another meltdown that ends in him having a lapful of cuddly possessive prince and Ignis calmly explaining that of COURSE they don’t hold a tattoo given to him as a BABY against him don’t be silly.

-Side note that magic thing Noctis did to Prompto’s mark permanently turns it blue. It still works to open Nif doors and stuff, but it’s blue now and Noctis can always feel it. He uses it to track Prompto’s position and will spontaneously warp to him via the magic left in the ink. Prompto gets used to being tackle-hugged by his prince. Ignis is actually pleased with this because it means Noctis has a quick escape to a trusted adult now.

-Ardyn sees the mark one day after inserting himself into the group and he snaps his fingers and is like “I THOUGHT you looked like a young Besithia. So glad you didn’t inherit his temperament.” and Prompto and co are like WHAT so Ardyn blithely tells them about the cloning program and Prompto needs to go throw up in the bushes now kthanks.

-Noctis listens with a solemn expression on his face and then asks if that means there are MORE Prompto’s out there that need to be rescued. Ardyn tries to explain that most of them are so poisoned with scourge by the time they’re eight months old that there’s really no point but Noctis has the bit in his teeth now.

-Ardyn may or may not disappear for a few weeks and then come back with like- four bby clones and a fifth clone toddler in his arms that he promptly herds over to Noctis and is like HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEPHEW. I RESCUED ALL THE ONES I COULD AND THEN BURNED DOWN THE FACILITY ARE YOU PROUD OF ME.

-Don’t mind Ignis and Prompto having a joint meltdown in the corner over there, they’ll get over it.

-Luckily this would be toward the tail end of the Roadtrip so Ignis does not need to juggle infant and toddler care along with Fleeing the Enemy Empire for very long. He still holds a grudge against Ardyn for it tho. Because HIS BLOOD PRESSURE. ARDYN WHAT WERE YOU THINKING.

-Regis is Very Confused when he finally gets his son back and his son has four bbys and a toddler with him that he very firmly announces are all his brothers even though they are blond.

-Somehow they end up being Cor’s kids. Cor is .... very unsure how that happened but he thinks Noctis’s puppy eyes were involved. Also he may have formally adopted Prompto in there as a package deal and also thanks to the young Crownsguard for saving Noctis during the invasion? He is now a dad of six???? Someone pls explain????????