#detective!ignis au

[hephanna]

For the Dead Boy Detectives Ask Game:

1, 4, 6, 8, 19 please✨

(also just wanted to say that I adore your fic enormously but there’s actually no pressure on you, readers will wait for you as long as it takes! you are wonderful author and we appreciate your work so so much!)

Thank you so much for playing along!! And for being interested in my fics, I'm hoping (as always haha) to update soon ^_^. 1. It's hard to choose between our boys (Charles & Edwin) but if I have to, I'll be choosing Charles! Which I guess makes sense - majority of my fic is actually from Charles' perspective. 4. Confirmed Payneland! I was really talking myself into the idea that Dead Boy Detectives was going for a slow burn Edwin/Charles endgame! I'd also like to see some actual interaction with Charles' parents (potentially Charles reacting to one if not both their deaths + his murderers, who as we know, are still alive). Also since they mentioned taking Niko's body to Japan, I thought maybe they'd go to Japan for some reason (perhaps that was just me being nostalgic since I've personally lived in Japan for a period of time, so I'd love for the cast & characters to get a chance to explore Japan haha). 6. I absolutely adore the characterization of RoseGanymede95's pre-canon Charles&Edwin series Who? You Mean Your Teammate in the Co-Dependency World Cup? I also love the strawberry sunscreen (something just like this) series by Igni which currently includes to be alone, to be in love, to just be worth it & spinning around and around in an ocean of grief (your ladder came down to the sea) which is my favourite AU of both Charles & Edwin being born in the same era, alive, and meeting at St. Hilarion's. 8. Oh a Headcanon I have that's not often talked about... hmm, this is a bit of a tricky one. Alright, after thinking for far too long, I'm going to say this: I don't think Edwin's all that keen on immediately losing his virginity or feels ashamed about being a virgin?? I think our boy is a romantic at heart, and is more interested in being in love with a boy (Charles) and having a loving relationship (preferably with Charles) than immediately hopping into bed with someone. And when Edwin (and Charles) officially end up together, I think they'd take their relationship slow and sweet! Which is why I don't really vibe with friends-with-benefits Payneland, or slut!era Edwin very much! 19. Since I answered for Charles as my favourite character, I'll go with George Rexstrew as my favourite actor (of course, Jayden is wonder as well) however, George did sent me a lovely Cameo about my engagement back when he was on Cameo, haha. ^_^ Thanks so much again for playing along.

[merryfortune]

drop me in the water, washing me down

August 13th: Hurt/Comfort | Bathing Together | Mafia/Detective AU

Title: drop me in the water, washing me down

Ship: Raindropshipping | Aqua/Miyu

Series: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,497

Tags: Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Scars, Non-Sexual Nudity, Kissing

   Steam wafted upwards in delicate curls and the water below was warm. Miyu smiled a small smile as she sank her foot into the bathtub, hesitant at first but immediately charmed by the perfect temperature of her bath and so went the rest of her. Water welled up around her, a wave splashed over the edge of the bathtub as she got comfortable in the depths of it.

   “Aah, perfect.” Miyu said, smacking her lips together.

   She turned her head slightly, she felt weighed down by the towel twisted into her hair to protect it from getting wet and felt it wobble. She looked over towards Aqua who sat perfectly prim in her Duel Disc which was nestled in her discarded clothing.

   Despite being the Water Ignis, Aqua was still an electronic creature and so was hesitant around the real thing.

   “Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Miyu asked. “The water’s great.” She kicked her foot and purposefully splashed the floor, not caring if the bathmat got too soggy.

   “I’m sure.” Aqua murmured.

   “Oh, okay then…” Miyu replied, visibly dejected.

   Things were… awkward between them. Or maybe just new. After all, here they were, kind of chatting in the bathroom and Aqua had no problem with Miyu being naked around her but other than that, it was awkward. And new.

   Aqua had only recently resurrected after all. Her reappearance had been a hard won by the efforts spearheaded by Playmaker but Aoi assisted also. She felt it was her sacred duty to allow Miyu and Aqua to meet again so she put in the most effort out of everyone in Playmaker’s faction to facilitate Aqua’s return.

   Aqua, getting no say in the matter, felt conflicted. She had died. Now she lived again and that was bittersweet, she was still getting used to it but was, from the bottom of her soul, overjoyed to have been brought face to face with Miyu liked she had dreamed for as long as the Incident. She loved and cherished Aoi, of course, and thanked her tremendously but at her Origin’s side was her rightful place.

   As fraught as it was due to the Sugisaki family politics in the background. Her parents had divorced, her Mother refused to believe a thing like artificial intelligence could exist and let alone be the reason Miyu had been kidnapped as a child. Thus, she was smuggled around like contraband between the two households and even within the sphere of the Zaizen affairs.

   Even so, Aqua wouldn’t have it any other way if it meant she could be close to Miyu but since life was so precious and so fragile, she was worried - waiting - for that bubble to pop. Miyu was too carefree, perhaps. This brought them to friction which pervaded what might have otherwise been a smooth transition if… if many things hadn’t happened.

   Like the arc of Ignis warfare, for example, but what was done was done and they should both be thankful for a fresh start as it was nothing less than a miracle for them to have one.

   Still, there was a distance between them. Ice which had yet to break. They both sensed it even if they wanted to pretend it wasn’t there.

   Miyu played with the meniscus of the bathwater, humming to herself. She glanced at Aqua again, vying for attention.

   “I… I kind of want my back scrubbed.” Miyu said. “Can you help with that?”

   “It would be my pleasure, Miyu.” Aqua replied.

   Miyu smiled again. Thank goodness. Things weren’t fully ice cold between them but even so, Miyu could feel how Aqua looked her over. She knew she didn’t have a typical body. Most girls - no, most people - didn’t have quite so many scars.

   Miyu didn’t mind. She got stared at. A lot. But it came with the territory. She was a competitive swimmer and people didn’t really expect for someone like that to have a body laced with criss-crossing electrical scarring. She got questions from time to time but she point blankly refused to answer them. How could she? Even so, she just let the weird stares and invasive questions roll off her like, well, water off a duck’s back.

   But Aqua’s gaze on her.

   It was different.

   Sadder.

   More understanding.

   Aqua drew in closer to Miyu, transforming from her tiny self akin to a fairy and into more of a monster. She situated herself on the edge of the tub and Miyu made more room for her, offered her back to her and tried to be helpful by getting a loofah but Aqua was quicker. She had six arms though, in this form, so she clearly had an unfair advantage in that department.

   “Tell me if I’m being too rough.” Aqua said.

   “Don’t worry. I hate it when people are too gentle anyway.” Miyu assured her.

   “I see.” Aqua replied.

   She proceeded to oblige Miyu’s request. She dabbed the loofah in the water first and then soaked it in soap. The smell of it - cherry blossoms and vanilla - was heady in the tiny bathroom, it rose above the steam and clouded their senses.

   Aqua then put all her strength into scrubbing Miyu’s back, every inch of her would be spick and span by the time that Aqua was done with her but that gave Aqua plenty of time to think. To ruminate. To acquaint herself with just how scarred Miyu truly was.

   She tried to focus on other things, like the task at hand. Or even how Miyu’s skin was soft where it was unmarred or how the vertebra of her spine jutted out. That she even had a couple moles or freckles here and there but it was her scars that Aqua could not help but fixate on.

   All of the Incident victims had these scars but still. Aqua was harrowed deeply by seeing them, especially upon her Miyu.

   The electrical scarring criss-crossed all over her, the shapes of the scars were thin and flowing, long since healed but what remained was an expansive pattern. Aqua rubbed hard over them with the loofah, it scrunched and fluttered held tightly in the spool of her paddle-cupped tentacles.

   “Aah, yeah, that’s the good stuff.” Miyu complimented Aqua’s technique.

   “I’m glad.” Aqua quietly replied.

   Her tone of voice chilled the bathroom. It was so small but the heaters in the ceiling were whirling, the water was the perfect temperature and yet. Aqua spoiled it. Miyu shivered as Aqua continued to bore into her with the loofah.

   Aqua’s tentacles had quite a bit of force behind them. Aqua was always so earnest in demeanour and it showed, especially when she winced as she went over the ridges of Miyu’s scars and slowed.

   “Y-You can stop now, if you like.” Miyu said, awkwardly.

   “If that’s alright with you.” Aqua bowed her head.

   She wrung out the loofah behind Miyu. Miyu tilted her head forward and felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as she was misted with water turned cold and the soapy seconds of her body wash. Aqua, of course, did her best not to douse Miyu like this but accidents happened.

   As did thoughtless gestures.

   Aqua placed the loofah on the ceramic inlay on the far side of the bathtub. Her other tentacles, not in intended use, drifted and curled, even ghosted along Miyu’s shoulders. They touched her. Softly, gently, demurely, and left an impression of melancholy upon her skin, like a dew, or so Miyu felt.

   It was all she could feel emanate off Aqua through the whole of her pampering. Aqua did her best to conceal it but she was honest to a fault: she was worried about Miyu’s scars. 

   The moment lingered. Aqua’s tentacle continued to rest on her shoulder and Aqua did not move it even though Aqua had finished her tasks, thus confirming Miyu’s intuition.

   “You don’t have to feel sorry about it, you know…” Miyu whispered, assuringly. She reached over and placed her hand atop Aqua’s tentacle that rested upon her shoulder. “It’s not like you did this to me personally.”

   “Yes, but I- my existence, it was facilitated by your pain.” Aqua pointed out, breaking her own heart as she did so.

   Miyu hummed as she shook her head, she coaxed Aqua closer. Aqua obliged once more. She twisted and curled around, slunk past Miyu’s body and the rubbery sensation of Aqua’s skin against her tickled her. It took some graceful manoeuvring but in the end, Aqua placed herself atop Miyu’s body but Aqua’s synthetic one floated in the water. Miyu had to hold her so she wouldn’t bob up and down on the water.

   “I love me just the way I am and you should too.” Miyu told her.

   She nuzzled Aqua’s face, kissing her gently with her ever present, trademark smile.

   “Trust me, Miyu,” Aqua replied, her voice cracked, “I love you just the way you are, I always have and always will.”

[lyco-riis]

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Starchaser

Yagi Toshinori might want someone to continue his mantle as the Symbol of Peace, but Midoriya Izuku knows that he'll never be able to climb up that high. Not when the corpses of the dead keep dragging him down to the underground. - Shirakumo Oboro and Midoriya Izuku are just opposite sides of the same coin. Aizawa Shouta notices that fact before anyone else does.

Chapters: 11/? Word Count: 22,216 Tags: AU, Midoriya Izuku sees ghosts, Ghost Shirakumo Oboro, Past OFA users are all dumbasses, Aizawa Shouta co-parenting one problem child with 7 ghosts

close to the stars

“You know, almost everyone says the same thing to me—I can’t be a hero without a quirk, because I’d be too helpless and weak. Because apparently, I can’t save people without a quirk.” Izuku takes a glance at everyone—from Katsuki, his brother, and the crowd—before he settles his gaze on the heroes once more. “But what makes you heroes? You all have perfectly fine quirks and yet most of you couldn’t do anything today.” - Takami Keigo adopts Izuku, and that alone changes everything, from his life to the way he handles OFA. (Note: This is not an All Might bashing story!)

Chapters: 11/? Word Count: 17,467 Tags: Suicide Attempt in the first chapter (undetailed), Big Brother Hawks, Dabi is a mess, Yagi just being a big dork, Izuku does take OFA but the way he interacts with it is a bit diff than in canon

Realism

The repercussions of being realistic are sometimes too heavy to bear. Or: Takami Keigo wakes up in a world where a quirkless Midoriya Izuku applies for an internship at his agency.

Chapters: 5/? Word Count: 6,834 Tags: AU, Hawks ends up in an alternative universe, Quirkless!Izuku, Katsuki is dead, HPSC intern!Izuku, Keigo is playing detective trying to figure out why Izuku is quirkless, Aizawa Shouta is trying to figure out how to adopt one very sad kid, Mitsuki and Masaru struggling with their son's death but also... finding out how kinda bullied Izuku, it's very complicated and just a mess of emotions and consequences

Ink Splashes

"It's a form of projective synesthesia," the doctor said, pointing at his papers, "Not a quirk I fear." "This is bullshit," Aizawa tells him as they look at the paperwork, "Don't make me regret this." Izuku stares at the silver ink splashes on the hero and thinks, No, not when you wear such a warm color. - Midoriya Izuku gets adopted by the Eraserhead. He also learns that some doctors just don't give a fuck about their jobs. Or about "quirkless", little kids.

Chapters: 13/? Word Count: 16,750 Tags: AU, Izuku has a Quirk, Aizawa adopts him, the best way to describe this story is that Izuku's perceives souls and that dramatically changes the way he views people and things

Volery

Volery 1. A flight of birds. 2. A large bird cage; an aviary. - Absolutely no one could have predicted that Hawks taking over All Might's place as Midoriya Izuku's favorite hero would lead to the eventual reform of the Hero Public Safety Commission. No one.

Chapters: 5/? Word Count: 7,350 Tags: HPSC Intern!Izuku, Vigilante!Izuku (kind of), won't say anything about any quirks for now :3, basic gist is Izuku kind of ends up... reforming the whole commission on accident and that has lasting effects on the whole hero community, meanwhile Keigo is trying to adopt the kid bc have u seen his big, green eyes full of innocence?

ignis fatuus

It all begins with a wrong diagnosis from a, in hindsight, shady doctor. It probably doesn't help that he immediately quit his job at that specific clinic and vanished afterwards, but Izuku digresses. - Aizawa Shouts gets called on a case to dismantle a cult, Takami Keigo is there on the HPSC's orders, and Midoriya Izuku would like to escape said cult. It all works out somehow.

Chapters: 1/? (might turn it into series format instead of a multi-chap) Word Count: 1,996 Tags: Izuku was raised in a cult in this one but dw, trust Aizawa to adopt him on sight, growing up in a cult is a game changer for literally everything, which Keigo is the true Keigo? The one who deceives the hpsc, the one who deceives the public, or the one who crashes into window panels? Izuku has a quirk and the eternal mission of fucking with everyone's mind

Planned one shot:

Teacher!Izuku and how he keeps giving Aizawa headaches:

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[midgarmosquito]

Detective Ignis AU! Just something that popped into my head the other day. He'd make an amazing detective, no?

This is just a little summary / concept. I did write a couple chapters, but me and finishing fics... or posting them at all... 😅

After an accident involving a coeurl or ten, Ignis Scientia had lost his sight. His hunting career is over. His tracking skills and his sheer intellect put him on a new path - one of an aspiring private detective.

But he has to start small. Like, really small. No more than 15cm tall, in fact. His first case is a dead frog. His first client is Sania the looney scientist. And his first clue is a scent - a sharp, acidic scent hanging over the bloody pond.

His only help comes in the form of occasional sarcastic comments from Noct, a mysterious young hunter. Noct's from "nowhere important" in the country of "mind your own business". His terms are simple. He escorts Ignis on his investigations. He gets a cut of the profits, along with any loot they acquire in the wild.

Noct is always ragged, shirt button eternally on the verge of falling off. He lacks manners. And friends. And any kind of acquaintances in the area, as far as Ignis can tell. The one thing he doesn't lack are weapons. And rage - strange, almost ethereal rage, always burning behind those dark blue eyes.

He's almost too suspicious. And yet, he's Ignis' first suspect. Obvious isn't always wrong.

What would be wrong is making out with said suspect in an abandoned shed on their way home from questioning a local fisherman.

As stories start to unravel and masks fall off, Ignis is forced to reconsider whether he really is starting small, or uncovering revelations that will shape Eos' future.

[angelic-guardienne]

Darkest Minds - II

Whoo, back at it again with Detective!Ignis. This one is just suuuper angst heavy, so. Proceed with caution! Haaaa, this took forever to think of, but I wrote it pretty much one sitting. Whew.

[Previous]

Tagging: @alicemoonwonderland (finally have more for ya) @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @for-lack-of-a-better-world @amicitonia @roses-and-oceans @ponkita @zoeyredbird1 @tales-of-a-fallen-star @kerrtrash @crazykruemel @onpanwa @themissimmortal

At noon that same day, after five grueling hours of remaining cordial with his coworkers despite simply wanting to run away and never look back, Ignis was sitting at a table in a homely cafe not far from the station, listlessly eating a sandwich and sipping coffee. He watched the milling citizens through the front window, almost all of them proceeding with life as if nothing had happened.

It was all so mundane. Even when he felt like the world should have stopped in mourning, it just kept spinning, his tragedy confined to just a few select people. Iris Amicitia was dead, but that was just a minor concern to the general public. People would remain cautious for the moment, trying to be more aware of their surroundings and where they were at whatever time to be sure that the same fate did not befall them. The caution would fall by the wayside, and everything would return to normal.

It made Ignis sick to his stomach, that the entire population wouldn’t be feeling the same loss that he was, even if that was a selfish thought. It felt so wrong for them to be able to move on so fluidly, to remain so distanced from it all, to remain so completely unaffected.

And then he realized the hypocrisy in his own thoughts. 

He was a detective. He reassured mourning families and tried to make sure those responsible for the crimes committed paid the appropriate price. They called him unflappable, even cold, as he tried his damnedest not to let any case affect him in too big of a way, apparently making it look effortless going by the comments he heard about how unfeeling he seemed. “Detached” looked to be his middle name.

For so long, it’s worked out for him. Only the worst cases got a reaction out of him – at least, a reaction down by the station – and even then it was subdued. Ignis refused to let himself get caught in the whirlwind of emotion that was mourning for a life already lost to the world’s insanity. Getting consumed by such raw feeling would deter him from his goal – finding the person responsible and getting them the appropriate sentence.

Now that Ignis was no longer in the driver’s seat of the situation, now that he was reacting instead of acting, all of the feelings he’d let build up under the pretense of an icy focus came crashing down. Now that Iris was dead, now that Ignis was the one that needed to be consoled, now that he could no longer remain so untouched by it all… Ignis barely had the energy to struggle with keeping up a calm demeanor, and everyone saw him as he felt – hurt and tired, put simply.

Ignis’ stomach was roiling, his appetite lost. He stiffly stood from his seat, tossing the remaining half of his sandwich and exchanging his cold coffee for a cup of ice water. He chewed on an ice cube as he exited the establishment, heading back to the station. There was work to be done, and he didn’t have time to linger so deeply in his thoughts.

It wasn’t much longer before Ignis arrived at his destination. He headed straight for his desk, clutching his little cup of water tightly as he felt himself being crushed underneath the suffocating atmosphere. Ignis didn’t fail to notice the looks his coworkers were giving him, and he certainly didn’t fail to ignore them. They needed to focus on their jobs, not on him.

Ignis plopped down in his chair, immediately opening and beginning to inspect the file that was left there for him. It looked fresh, the paper was even still a bit warm from the printer, but the biggest indicator had been the large, bold letters, “I. AMICITIA” printed across the front. Ignis heaved a sigh as he read through the general report and looked through the photos, forcing himself to keep his head on straight as he reviewed everything. He needed to focus if he was to get anything done.

Still… he chanced a glance at Gladio’s office, only to find the door closed, the shutters down over the window, and the lights off. Gladio, currently, was not here.

Right.

Once the news made it around the station, everyone had taken notice of Gladio diving headfirst into his work and not looking back. They figured it was best that Gladio take some time off, just to let things settle in and to let him mourn his loss without the pressure of the case looming over his head. Gladio had protested firmly, not even looking up from his paperwork until Ignis admitted that he agreed with their coworkers.

“You’re going to run yourself ragged like this.” Ignis said, placing a gentle hand on Gladio’s tense shoulders. “Go home. I’ll – we’ll take it from here.”

Gladio seemed to be having a small mental war with himself before he finally acquiesced to Ignis’ request, turning a thankful, if not slightly miffed, red-rimmed gaze up at his long-time friend. “Only because you said so.”

Ignis raised a brow, allowing a smirk to pull at his lips. “Is that so?”

Gladio nodded, giving an affirmative grunt, then started to gather his things in preparation to depart. Ignis left his office with a final farewell.

Ignis pulled himself out of the brief memory, shaking his head. He scanned over the documents in front of him again, but his focus kept evading him, the words blurring on the page. Looking at the pictures and reading the report, he knew it was all too real, yet part of his mind refused to accept the notion. He just couldn’t wrap his head around the concept that he’d never get to cook alongside Iris again, or hear her laugh, or listen to her banter with Gladio, or hear the ping of his phone when she texted him to talk about some new fabric she’d seen at the market, or watch as she and Gladio fought over the last of a pile of pastries he’d baked–

Ignis huffed out a sigh, removing his glasses and holding his face in his hands. His throat burned and he could feel the sob rising, feel the shake beginning to crawl up to his shoulders, but he choked both sensations down, forcing himself to take a deep breath. Iris deserved his full attention, and he’d give her no less.

At least, that was the plan.

When he’d slipped his glasses back on, Ignis immediately noticed the figure looming over him: one of his coworkers, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. She gave him a rather sad look and placed her hand on his shoulder, just as he had done for Gladio earlier.

Her tone was as gentle as her touch. “Ignis, you should probably–”

“Head home,” he finished for her, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back in his chair. He removed his specs again before draping an arm over his eyes. Another sob threatened to escape him, completely unprovoked, and Ignis forced it down again.

“Yes.” she said, voice still soft, “You’re just as affected as Gladio is. You both need rest and time to recuperate. Head out, we’ll cover the case for now.”

Ignis remained still for a moment, weighed the costs and benefits of protesting, but he quickly gave up. He was so exhausted, the bone-deep tiredness of mourning lain over him like a blanket, and he wasn’t entirely sure sleep would fix it. Still, it was worth a try. So Ignis relented to her demands, packing his belongings and robotically exiting the building and making his way to his car.

Six, he felt so numb. He could only imagine how Gladio felt.

Ignis made it to his apartment with little fanfare, dropping his bag by the door and sinking onto the couch, staring blankly at the dark television screen across from him.

He remained there until his phone buzzed from his pocket. He recognized the tone as Gladio’s and reached for it, listlessly reading the text.

GLADIO: How are things coming along?

IGNIS: I’m not sure

There was a small pause before Gladio’s reply.

GLADIO: They kick you out too?

IGNIS: It would seem so

IGNIS: How are you holding up?

GLADIO: Fine

IGNIS: Liar.

It took Gladio ten minutes to respond.

GLADIO: Can I come over? Can’t stand being in this house any longer

IGNIS: Of course

GLADIO: Thanks. Be there soon

Ignis nodded and put his phone away, then stood and made his way into the kitchen. “Soon” meant anywhere from twenty to thirty minutes, which should be just enough time for him to cook something up for Gladio to eat. Ignis worked under the assumption that the other man hadn’t eaten since he’d gotten the news, and knowing Gladio, his assumption was probably right.

Ignis planned on making something simple, just a vegetable stew, but when he took out a carrot and laid it on the cutting board, he was assaulted with memories of Iris standing next to him, and then his hand was shaking too much to properly wield the knife and cut the carrots. The slices he’d made were crooked and uneven and entirely too large. Ignis sighed, setting his knife down and leaning against the counter. That plan was out the window.

Ignis resigned himself to setting some water onto the stove to boil so he could make two cups of noodles. He didn’t share Gladio’s degree of fondness for the meal (he doubted that anyone did) but he could admit that the noodles made a fine comfort food.

They both needed all the comfort they could get.

After Gladio arrived and Ignis had served the Cup Noodle, they sat on the couch in relative silence. Neither of them touched his food very much.

Ignis was, frankly, startled when he tasted salt on his lips that he was sure hadn’t come from the cup, and then he realized that he was crying. The sobs that he’d barely managed to keep a lid on throughout his time at the station finally came bursting from him, breaking the already fragile silence that had settled over the room.

Hearing Ignis cry was the last straw for Gladio and the floodgates opened. Tears streamed down scarred cheeks in an endless stream and Gladio let out a noise that sounded akin to the one he’d made on the phone earlier in the day. Ignis cried harder, and Gladio followed.

No words were exchanged; no words were needed. They simply mourned together for the loss of a little sister to the world’s insanity.

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

In which Prompto goes on an adventure and feels like a real life detective. Sort of. Fearuring: Mister Posh Guy's poshness, Sir Furia being furious, Prompto's love for old detective flicks and camp number twelve that shouldn't be there.

[finitevoid]

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[leonmckennedy]

okay but?? but??? wouldn’t ignis be an INCREDIBLE thief???

like, his ability to devise plans could lead to some devastation, man. no stealing cars or robbing small town banks, nothing like that. the big ones. the diamonds, the precious gems. the one of a kind original paintings, sculptures, artifacts.

we’re talking about a man who has countless detectives running in circles because he’s just that damn good. who is he? what are his motives? how is he doing this???

and ignis is definitely, definitely not going to let himself get caught by some rookie detective. even a cute, blond, freckled one. he’s surely too good for that.

(he’s not)

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

fairytale au??

Okay so my plan was to give you five separate AUs for this one (five different fairy tales) but I got carried away with the first one, SO: have a Beauty and the Beast AU

Jaskier: a spoiled viscount, given everything he could ask for but desperate for the one thing he really needs: love. Obsessed with music and parties and shiny things, cursed by a witch to punish his cockiness, his selfishness. He’s trapped in the body of a monster, prowling the empty, dusty remains of his once extravagant home. His hands - now no more than twisted claws - are too large to play his lute any more, and he howls into the night - the only music he can muster. 

Geralt comes with a contract to kill the beast, but he follows his own code, not the one of the alderman who wants the monster dead. He can sense there’s something within the monster - something human, something desperately sad. So he stays. In the months he spends locked in the house, little snippets of his life spill out - there’s a woman, Jaskier knows. A dark-haired beauty with the power of a god. A child. Brothers, scattered and torn.

Geralt stays until he can hardly bare to leave. But he does. Everyone always does. And Jaskier - well - he and the house are tired to each other, are linked, and he could stop Geralt from leaving if he wanted to. Could make him a prisoner. But he doesn’t. He lets him go, even if it hurts. He doesn’t know the cure for the curse, but he suspects, of course he suspects. He’d hoped that perhaps Geralt would be the one to lift it, but he talks of lilacs and gooseberries and raven hair and then - he’s gone. 

It takes Geralt three weeks to find Yen. To describe the monster to her, to swallow his pride and ask for her help. She recognises this kind of curse, and - truly - she wishes it was as easy as snapping her fingers, as gathering the correct herbs and whispering the right words beneath a full moon. She sends him back empty handed. During the three week journey back, snow begins to fall, then blizzard, then pile so high that Roach can barely traverse the roads but still he presses on. He barely sleeps. He rarely eats. 

He finds the beast - Jaskier - half-buried in a snowdrift. Even Geralt’s superior hearing can only detect the faintest heartbeat within the matted, hairy chest. With the last of his strength, Geralt drags him from the snow towards the hearth, lights the fire with a burst of Igni, covers Jaskier with his cloak. He huddles over him, mutters hoarse whispers into his fur, apologies and explanations. He grips onto the huge, furry body, and succumbs to the exhaustion of three weeks hard riding. In the morning, he’s awoken by dazzling sunlight. Nestled in his arms, wrapped in his cloak, is a man with shaggy brown hair and hairy arms and a distinct lack of claws or fangs.

[secret-engima]

Title; We Are (Children Of the Sun)

Uhhhhhhhh

POKEMON FFXV AU

Because my brain is super weird and I am being slowly dragged back into the Pokemon fandom via Detective Pikachu movie and the Pokemon Generations series on youtube.

And it’s like- a fusion verse between Pokemon and FFXV. Noctis is still a prince, Iggy and Gladio are still his Hand and Shield, there’s still an empire to worry about but there are no daemons, just weaponized, lab-grown pokemon that Niflheim uses to try to overpower Lucian forces. Noctis is a Prince, but it’s still like- traditional for him to go on a Journey (or possibly because he is prince, a journey to see his kingdom up close and personal is probably traditional), so when Noctis is 15, he and Iggy and Gladio go on a good old fashioned Pokemon Journey.

Of course Things still happen, the empire seeks to bring about Eternal Night for who knows what reason, Ardyn is a wayward LC that is being kept under the Nif’s thumb using one of their physic type lab-grown super pokemon (nicknamed Daemon for the irony), and Noctis, Iggy, and Gladio discover by total accident what might might just be their only hope of tracking down and defeating the pokemon powering the Eternal Night doomsday weapon.

That pokemon is Prompto, the little, unknown Pokemon Noctis befriended like- 2 days into his journey, who turns out to be a Legendary Pokemon of some kind who can combine his power with Noctis’s LC magic and bring back the dawn.

I’m thinking Prompto is like- a Mewtwo or something. Because Lab Bbys.

THAT, or everything above I just said is the same except NOCTIS (and Ardyn and all other LCs) are Legendary Pokemon being hunted by Niflheim for their powers and Prompto is the poor innocent Pokemon Trainer (along with his starter Pokemon Luna) that stumbles into this entire mess and ends up helping Noct and his Retinue of Pokemon save the world.

Actually I like this version better, because Noctis would make an AWESOME Solgaleo. And also the shenanigans of Trainer!Prompto trying to keep these legendaries running around a secret and keep them from destroying stuff in their curiosity because they’ve never BEEN outside of their hidden Pokemon kingdom before and humans are interesting would be HYSTERICAL.

Ignis is like- a Meowstic because pretty kitty with mind powers.

Gladio is a Lucario. Or maybe a Machoke. Depends on how warped my sense of humor is feeling. Probably a Lucario tho.

Seriously I have no idea where I’m going with this but I’m in a Pokemon mood so humor me.

[piraticalarchive]

I’m always very curious about if ooc love comes first in writing partners or if the ic love does. were your affections opened by ic play...or were they completely separate to start? is rp sometimes a doorway to an actualization of feeling, or should they be considered opposite things entirely?

I just woke up from an impromptu nap while sitting up so I don't know if this is going to be a coherent answer or even an answer at all. There is so much variance in this kind of stuff, I think it changes from situation to situation - so my generic, overall answer would have to be that I don't know. All i can do is speak from my own experience and point of view. This is gonna sound so weird but all I can do is tell the truth and hope maybe it somehow answers your question. When I discovered fanfiction for the first time ever (like 4-6 weeks before I made hook's blog), I was reading through bbc robin hood stuff because i was literally in the middle of a rewatch and i had robin hood brain rot. I was so disappointed in the stuff available and was about ready to call it a day when I found a Guy fic that made me go - woah. Didn't like Guy in the show, couldn't stand the way he was written, thought he had a lot of potential - I loved the way this fic portrayed him. The writing itself just hit me like an oof. It was weird. I can't explain it. Makes no fucking sense.

Fast forward, I joined tumblr and followed amy's original meg blog from afar, never approaching. She left her and i was like .. damn :( because i had never had the courage to reach out and be like 'hey yes excuse me your writing strokes something inside of me' and we ended up writing with hook and guy like two weeks later maybe? I had no idea it was the same person. But the first time I read a reply of hers on Guy (not even to me) and we talked ooc I was sort of just like .. oh. It's like my heart was just - it's you. Hook and Guy were like an instant ship from the get go. They clicked it and it was just bam, a thing. We had to plot out their beginnings because we were talking three months later like "okay so we're writing them together but how the heck did they get there?? How did this happen?? What is going on?!"

I don't know. In the beginning I didn't have a crush, I didn't have what I'd call this moment of 'omg im in love with this person' - it was just this i'm home sort of deal from the first moment i added her on skype. It was the same feeling that was sort of behind all of Hook and Guy's interactions. Hook was just like 'yep. this is him. I think our relationship definitely grew from our writing because obviously we talked more and more out of character but like ??? I never once found myself blending the lines where there was no distinction of Guy from Amy and Hook from me - i don't think either one of us did. Eventually that home feeling did turn into something way more (obviously) but it was never rp related. I don't love amy for any 'guy' qualities she might happen to have and I don't think she likes me for my inner hook (if she does - jokes on her. that went away when i was medicated lmaooo). So in that regard, I don't think the blurred lines of ic and ooc are a thing in our situation.

I will say that, god help her, Amy took my au where I put every trauma I had into killian's character in a way to cope - and she never broke character once or let on that she knew, but when we would kik (yall remember kik? i just aged myself) she would do it for hours in that particular verse. Funny enough, for that specific reason, we say Killian and Guy in Guy's detective au are the pair that are the most like us and ... lmaooo jokes on us because they're the verse that doesn't always mesh super well together at all.

As far as everything else - writing can be a good way to figure things out. Does that mean it becomes an actualization? I don't know. I do know that you should never presume that in character interactions are equal to out of character interactions. I have best friends that I ship with and who I love - but I'm not in love with them. I have no feelings besides friendship, even when its on a deeper found family level. I also don't think just because you have romantic feelings together means you're gonna ship with the other person. Guy and Hook are like the only ones amy and I have pulled that off on. and prompto and ignis for a short bit. But every other attempt has never really gone anywhere. On any of our muses.

I think you owe anyone you write with/think you're developing feelings for the respect of keeping your emotions separate from your rp relationship and if things are tangled together and you can't tell if its ic and ooc lines crossing - remove yourself from the situation and perhaps write with them on a different muse until you know or give yourself space and don't write at all, focus on an ooc relationship.

this got long but i literally don't know how to say what i'm thinking so i rambled.

[gastricpierrot]

Title: Breathe fire into me

Series: Promare

Pairing: GaloLio

Rating: T

Summary:

Lio might have a little crush on the cute barista from the boba shop he visited recently.

Only there’s a catch: there’s much more to Galo Thymos than what he seems.

Note: role reversal AU, boba barista Galo, archer main Lio

Also on AO3

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

Lio, to his own disappointment, did not find the peach tea particularly special.  

It was fragrant, at the very least. And the caffeine has just the right kick. It's just...a little on the sweet side? Okay, maybe a lot on the sweet side. Lucia definitely loved her drink. The bitterness from Aina’s matcha helped balance out its overall taste. The rest had some wide eyes and raised eyebrows upon their first sips.  

Still, it’s not bad enough for Lio to want to avoid the place the rest of his life. Maybe he can try for an order with less sugar the next time? Not that he thinks he’ll have the chance to do so soon and—

“Lio, you’re about to miss your mug by about a mile.”

Lio’s snapped out of his daze by a sharp clap on his shoulder from Remi, and he only registers what he means when he sees that he’s this close to pouring his coffee directly onto the countertop. He quickly fixes his aim, frowning hard at his mug like it’s its fault that he almost made an embarrassing mess.  

“You can always talk to us if something’s bothering you,” Remi offers, sounding genuinely concerned that Lio seems to be unusually out of it.  

“No, it’s not a big deal, really,” Lio assures because it shouldn’t be. It ridiculous that he’s even getting distracted over something so insignificant when there are more important things to direct his time and energy towards—especially now knowing Mad Burnish has once again gained a new leader. They’ll have to start tracking him down soon, start paying more attention to potential target locations for arson. They must not be allowed to mobilize.  

“If you say so.” Remi doesn’t sound entirely convinced, but he doesn’t pry. “The offer still stands, though.”

“Thanks.” Lio then slightly jiggles the jug he’s holding. “Coffee? There should be just enough left for another mug.”

Remi shrugs, accepting his offer. The two spend a silent moment in the pantry simply huffing into their mugs, trying to cool their drinks down enough to take careful sips. The wall fan in the lounge buzzes extra loudly whenever it turns a specific direction and sends the weighed-down papers on the desks flapping in place. It's quiet enough that they can faintly hear Lucia’s muffled laughter from the nap room upstairs as she indulges in whatever random online content she’s managed to stumble across this time.

This is the sort of tranquility of night shifts that Lio really enjoys.  

He heads to the rooftop once he’s finished his coffee and cleaned up, leaving with a casual reminder from Remi to not fall asleep there again. Lio climbs the stairs and reaches the top, pushing heavy doors open to be greeted by a sea of black.  

The stars aren’t visible tonight—though it’s not like they’re normally all that easy to see either thanks to the ever-present city lights. It’s the moon that Lio’s spotted earlier when he happened to glance out a window; a bright, pale yellow orb seemingly hanging low enough in the sky for him to simply reach out and touch at the height he’s at.  

He takes a breath, savoring the air from the breeze blowing towards him as he casts his gaze afar. Even in this time of the night, the city doesn’t seem to sleep. Music echoes from somewhere in the distance, some stray cats are having a fight in some alley. There's a short revving of bikes. Even along the streets within the station’s proximity, where most—if not every—shop should be closed by midnight, Lio spots people walking about, heading somewhere yet seemingly nowhere.

He pulls his jacket just a little tighter around himself and sighs, relishing the moment.  

And he nearly jumps when the sirens suddenly blare to life.  

Lio’s bolting downstairs in an almost conditioned response, mentally taking note of all the information recited through the speakers by a computerized voice, sent directly from the site of fire via compulsory built-in detectors as part of Promepolis’ centralized fire alert system. A residential house at the south district, approximately three kilometers from base. No particularly flammable substances reported. Cause of fire: Burnish flares.

Lio would not be able to participate directly in the extinguishing part of the mission, with his Gear still awaiting repairs. They have a spare one in store but Lio, to his frustration, can’t seem to pilot it half as smoothly as he can with his own—to the point where Ignis agrees that he would be of more effective help without it.  

A residential fire isn’t usually a particularly difficult job, fortunately. Only Remi, Lucia and Lio himself are dispatched, with Remi in charge of the brunt of the work while Lio and Lucia deal with support in whatever way they can.  

Lucia sends out a drone the moment they’re close enough to the scene, promptly processing whatever information she can glean and giving out instructions to guide the others. The flames seem to have originated from the first floor and have spread downstairs, but fortunately not yet to adjacent houses. Most neighbours seemed to have evacuated from their homes nonetheless, just as according to standard safety procedures taught to them during periodic neighbourhood fire drills.  

Things look under control—until Lucia’s drone detects the presence of two people within the fire.  

Lio and Remi are leaping out of the Rescue Mobile before it’s even come to a proper stop; Remi diving right into the blaze in his Gear while Lio prepares to deliver first aid and handle crowd control.  

It's not difficult to discern who had been inside the house when the fire started and who are merely bystanders. Lio hurriedly approaches the group of three covered in soot and huddled together, obviously still shell-shocked at whatever had just transpired. They’re a pair of parents with a child around ten to twelve years old. Lio tries to assure them that they’re safe, that the FDPP is here to help. Asks if they’re hurt anywhere, carefully scans over their limbs to make sure they really are fine when they respond negative.  

“But our daughter,” the mother manages to stammer, voice choked with barely restrained panic. “She’s still inside!”

“My teammate’s getting her out of there,” Lio assures, noting the sporadic crystalline bursts from Remi’s ice bullets behind him as he tamed the fire. He knows he’s holding back; he has to be extra mindful about preserving the building’s integrity while there are still people inside, lest everything collapses around them. “Just give him a moment m—”

“No, you don’t understand!” The lady clutches Lio’s arms, increasingly frantic as she digs her fingers into his jacket sleeves. “There’s this young man, he just—”

She doesn’t manage to finish her sentence, cut off by the sudden roar of serpents erupting from the blaze. The hairs on Lio’s neck instantly stand on their ends, and on instinct, he turns around.  

And he feels his stomach sink as Lucia manages to intercept the fire just in time, freezing it in place barely a foot away from him. Lio swallows thickly, hearing multiple screams around him. It seems that he’s not the only one suddenly attacked by the flares—but what happened? It wasn’t this aggressive before, did something—

“Someone’s leaving the house!” Lucia’s voice fizzles through his earpiece, nearly drowned out by the shattering of ice all around them. Lio grits his teeth, willing his body to move and look towards the house’s front door, peering through the flames to see two figures indeed shuffling their way out into the open.  

Why aren’t they with Remi? Lio doesn’t have time to wonder. He gets on his feet and rushes over, expecting either of them to collapse any moment from the heat and smoke and having to bodily carry them to safety.  

Except they don’t.  

The pair are engulfed in flames that look different from the usual Burnish flares, a shade of teal instead of the bright blues, pinks and yellows. It looks completely harmless on them—almost looking protective, even, shielding them from the raging fire of the house. The young man has a hand on the girl’s shoulder as he walks her out.

It finally clicks: these two are Burnish. The girl must’ve either just awakened as one, or lost control.  

Lio watches the flames flicker and dance, subconsciously mesmerized, before they abruptly retreat back into the young man’s body like it’s where they belong.  

Lio could've sworn he hears the faintest sound of giddy, child-like laughter as it happens.  

“Hey, you’re...”

Lio glances up, and, in a moment of what feels to him like pure absurdity, finds himself face to face with the staff from the bubble tea place.  

xXx

Burnish are actually people who’ve undergone a sudden, unexplained mutation, many a result of extreme stress.

The girl was a university student, apparently just about overwhelmed with exams and papers to write and under a lot of pressure to perform well to maintain her scholarship. There could’ve been more factors building up to her awakening; Lio did not and was not obliged to pry. There are more than enough similar cases, people driven to the limits of what they can emotionally and mentally bear by their circumstances and randomly bursting into flames.  

The girl sustained no injuries from the event, but she was still sent to the hospital to get checked just in case, and later on she’d be introduced to a mental help program to hopefully provide her the support she needs. Once all that’s settled, she’d be registered for classes to teach her how to keep her fire under control so there hopefully wouldn’t be more unfortunate accidents. Her family will be staying in a shelter in the meantime while they settle matters concerning their house.

The young man, on the other hand, had been in the area by sheer coincidence on his way back home when he’d seen the explosion of fire in the house. The madman had then barged right in, evacuated the rest of the family, and stayed with the girl until he could convince her that the fires wouldn’t hurt her and that the rest of her family is safe. It's after she’d managed to calm down that they’d then left the house, and the remaining flames allowed themselves to be put out.  

He’d insisted he’s completely fine when asked and had slipped off soon after handing over the girl to Lio’s care.  

Lio can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever consider joining the FDPP—that sort of courage and resistance to fire is exactly what they need—but he digresses.

They manage to wrap things up within the next hour, and thankfully there’s no other incident until Lio clocks off the next morning. He heads home just as dawn breaks and the rising sun colors the sky with a gradient of yellows and blues. Lio barely notices this, though, dead set on simply making it to his bathroom to take a shower and then pass out for the rest of his long-awaited day off.  

He wakes up starving some time in the afternoon, and even then he’s trying to convince himself that a human being can last a solid number of days without food just so he wouldn’t have to get out of bed. He does eventually manage to drag himself up, though, only when the hunger and dehydration begins gnawing at him. Lio groans as he shuffles his way to the pantry to put together some cereal and milk.  

He lets out a huge yawn before scooping a spoonful into his mouth, staring absently at his fridge as he crunches on the lightly sugared bits. He’ll have to do some grocery shopping later; the remaining ingredients he has wouldn’t last him until his next break day. Lio ponders over what he should get while he slurps up the last of the milk in his bowl, then later briefly cleaning it up and heading back to bed with his phone in hand.

He spends the next hour or so mindlessly scrolling through his social media feed and watching whatever’s on his recommended list on Y*utube. Lio used to be bothered by how he seems to only be able to laze his way through days when he’s off duty, but he’s proud to say that he's mostly gotten over it. Although being part of Burning Rescue does not necessarily mean there’s always an emergency to tend to, they must always be ready to drop everything and rush out when need be. Carrying out rescue missions and dealing with Mad Burnish when they pop up are one thing, but the constant anticipation for alerts wears them down almost just as much. Lio doesn’t always have the chance to simply let his guard down like this, and he’s gradually learnt to appreciate the quiet, insignificant moments he has when he can just pass the hours idly in his apartment.

It’s almost six in the evening by the time he works up the motivation to prepare going out. He changes out of his jammies, nearly forgets to brush his teeth, and bunches his hair into a hair tie because he can’t really be bothered to untangle it at the moment. He then pockets his phone and wallet, scoops up his keys and a couple of reusable bags from the little basket on his shoe rack, and with a final sweep of his gaze across his room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything important, he heads out.  

To be clear, Lio still hasn’t figured out what he’d like to eat for the next week. Then again, it wouldn’t be much different from the usual meals he could whip up either within thirty minutes or cook in a large batch so he can just store them in the fridge and have whenever he needed. He’ll just have to get some meat, fruits, some fresh cartons of milk. He's run out of bread too, he remembers. He could get some canned tuna to make some quick snacks while he’s at it.  

The supermarket is close enough to Lio’s apartment for him to walk there and back. Plus it’s the best option since rush hour is still ongoing at this point. Crowds of people gather at bus stops, the roads almost packed with slow-moving traffic. Lio spots students in uniforms chattering loudly in groups, adults in various types of work attire carrying their own bags of groceries. In the distance, a train rattles by.  

Lio spends a moment to bask in the mundanity of it all.  

He's greeted by a familiar playlist and a blast of air conditioning the moment he enters the supermarket. Lio eyes the growing queues at the check-out counters as he makes his way to the aisles, and decides not to dawdle too much before the crowds get bigger. He briskly heads to the usual sections and fills his basket, grabbing himself some bags of chips in the last minute when he spots the discount labels on the racks. He'd planned to look around and see what else could be on sale, but guess he’d just have to save that for the next time.  

Lio walks out about forty minutes later, heavy bags in hand, and pauses in his tracks.  

And finds himself going a different direction than that leading home, a slight, subconscious spring in his steps as he moves closer towards the city center. It takes maybe fifteen minutes and one wrong turning before he finally reaches a street that’s still just vaguely familiar. It'd been midafternoon the last time he was properly here and not just passing by, the sun almost too bright in his eyes and blinding when reflected off the many white-washed walls. Now it’s pleasantly buzzing with activity, the incoming night illuminated with bright lights and loud music.  

Lio doesn’t plan to properly go into the shop. He’ll just have a look while walking past, just to make sure the guy’s doing okay after that fire. Just be natural, Fotia. Don’t stare, don’t try too hard. At least it’s probably a busy time now and he won’t have the time to notice every passerby and—

The shop is quiet, with the staff crouching behind the counter scrolling through their phones. By sheer dumb luck, Lio’s eyes somehow almost immediately meet with those belonging to the one with spiky blue hair.  

Sees an excited grin bloom across his face.  

“Mr Firefighter!”

Lio hates the way his heart does a little flip at the address.  

“Oh, hey,” Lio manages to respond casually enough (god at least he hopes so), stopping to watch the guy maneuver his way over from his workstation. He's suddenly very aware of the fact that he hasn’t combed his hair. “You doing okay after everything?”  

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything serious, really,” Boba boy assures with a scratch of his cheek. He then spots Lio’s groceries. “Went shopping today?”  

Lio hums his affirmation, trying not to grow overly conscious of the crinkling of his bags of chips next. “Won’t be off until sometime next week after this.”

“That’s a shame. Thought I’d treat you to a cup, but guess it’s not exactly the most convenient for you at the moment, huh?”

Lio raises his eyebrows at the sudden mention of a treat. “There’s really no need, though?”

“Please, just take it as a token of appreciation. For taking care of a fellow Burnish sister yesterday.” Boba boy then frowns. “Or maybe you’re the type who considers that sort of hour ‘this morning’.”

Lio, the absolute fool he is, finds himself charmed from that statement alone. “I’ll drop by some other time, then? I’ll see if I’ll be free to visit after work tomorrow.”

“Cool, cool! I’ll keep an eye out for you!”

“Thanks,” Lio says, then realization belatedly dawns him. “By the way, I don’t think I’ve ever caught your name?”  

“Oh, right.” Boba boy lets out a sheepish laugh as though it hadn’t occurred to him as well. He slips his hands into his pockets, leans his weight back slightly. Relaxed, casual. “It’s Galo. Galo Thymos.”

[tehrevving]

TehRevving’s Current Writing Projects

I saw a couple of other blogs do a post like this and I thought it might be fun.... and also terrifying. Here’s a list of what I’m working on right now for anyone wondering. There’s not really any order to this or anything and wow this is pretty long... No wonder I never seem to get anything done lol.

Active Long Fics (5k words and up)

Time Travel Schenanigans with a Younger Dante:     I’m intending to have this one done by the end of the week. It’s 10k words so far and most of it is smut, get hype lol.

The Kill Plan:     This is the current multichapter I’m working on. It’s a FFXV fic where Ignis is a deranged serial killer and Nyx Ulric is the up and coming detective tasked with bringing him to justice. I’ve been working on and off on this one for a while and it’s why I haven’t done many FFXV one shots later. I wanna get 3-4 chapters done before I start posting it, so it’s still a while away.

Virgin Dante:     Dante is a virgin and gets fucked by a reader that isn’t. That’s all it is lol. 

Yandere Dante:    Every single problematic, rape fantasy that you can think of involving a crazed yandere Dante, all wrapped up in an anthology of connected one shots. 

Active Requests:

A bunch of sexy things set in my ‘Pretty Human AU’

Edging Dante because if he triggers before he gets aroused his cock wont unsheathe. This will be hot, I promise lol. 

That moment when you notice Dante’s sword weighs more than you ask him to throw you around a little bit.

Ignis giving his lover a crazy amount of multiple orgasms

Dante and a tipsy male reader

Active Headcannons:

DMC Boys with a Short Sighted S/O

Being quarentined with Ignis

DMC boys with a tall SO

Upcoming Long Fics (5k + Words)

Time Travel AU Kinky Version:     A parallel fic to the time travel one above. Dante asks the lovely experienced reader to give him a night of the best sex of his life. He is absolutely not prepared for it.

Time and Place:     V grows unhappy with the hand he’s been dealt in life and takes out his frustration with some vigerous fucking.

Hush:     Lovely, sweet Nero coming to terms with his new demonic powers and form.

[ao3feed-promare]

by wildheartsneverdie

When he joined the force, rookie detective Galo Thymos vowed to be the one to capture the jewel thief known as Detroit.

Words: 1775, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of AU August

Fandoms: Promare (2019)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lio Fotia, Galo Thymos, Aina Ardebit, Ignis Ex

Relationships: Lio Fotia/Galo Thymos

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Thieves, AU August, brief cameos by Meis & Gueira, detective Galo, jewel thief Lio, who made Galo a detective, Fluff, Mostly Fluff, Costume Parties & Masquerades, just an excuse to make them dress up, Boys Kissing

[ao3feed-ignoct]

Noct Gar

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UejuEu

by MercurialInK

“Hi, I’m Noct Gar, and we’re gonna catch some cool ass fish today.”

“Dude, could you like, level up the drama? Just a little? This is an epic battle between MAN and FISH! Give me some of that to work with! That’s what the viewers want to see!”

“Fine. My name is Noct Gar; angler, biologist, and freshwater detective. I travel Eos to uncover the river monsters behind mysterious and bloody deaths. For every case I solve, another floats to the surface.”

“Brilliant. Cut and straight to print, we’re gonna be raking in the gil!”

Guys idk, this is basically a river monsters AU where Noct is Jeremey Wade but a broody youtube personality, Prompto is the camera crew but peppy, Gladio is the reluctant sound guy who keeps being struck by lighting, and Ignis is literally just begging everyone to stop looking for trouble before it comes and eats them. AKA: SideQuest, The Story

Words: 4973, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum

Additional Tags: AU, If "what if everyone just hecked off and went fishing" counts as an AU, Fishing, Lots of Fishing, and banter, sometimes danger, thats it thats the fic, I am so sorry

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UejuEu

[angelic-guardienne]

Darkest Minds - I

Right, so, more horror-ish writing from me. Happy Halloween, I present you with part 1 of the murder story which currently has no confirmed plot points. Zilch. I wrote this and am trying to think further but... alas.

Y’all aren’t gonna be particularly happy with me, especially since everyone is still all broken up about the Ep Ignis trailer (myself included)... Ignis is mostly fine.

Anyways, let’s mosey.

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Tagging: @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @roses-and-oceans @alicemoonwonderland @for-lack-of-a-better-world @ponkita @onpanwa @amicitonia @kerrtrash

It was 5:51 AM when he arrived on the scene. Immediately people rushed to him. “Detective Scientia, Detective Scientia--” Their cries went mostly ignored. Ignis only picked out what was important, what he could gather of the situation until he could get his hands on the official report. As of that point, it all lacked anything meaningful, but he continued to sift through it as he followed them to the main point of the crime scene.

It was abnormal for him to be called out to the field without knowing the reason prior to arriving. He had been in the office sitting in the middle of stacks of paperwork that came up to his eyes. He was stressed enough as it was (and he was desperately trying to keep it out of his mood) and this excursion was taking away from his invaluable paperwork time. He clutched his can of Ebony tightly, the precious can of coffee taking the place of a person as the bearer of his agitation.

Ah, finally, some information of use.

There had been a murder sometime in the night. The killer had yet to be found. The victim was a young female, perhaps in her late teens, and she’d been shot in the head. The body had obviously been moved, but it seemed to be more to take it out of plain sight rather than to hide it.

“And her name?” Ignis asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Sir--”

“My god.”

Staring back up at him from the ground were the lifeless eyes of Iris Amicitia. He knelt beside her body, cursing profusely.

Gladio had mentioned that Iris had failed to come home the previous night, that she hadn’t been answering his calls, that worrying about her would drive him mad, but this -- not her, not her, not Iris.

Ignis carefully ran a bare hand through her bloodied hair, his eyes stinging. His other hand drifted down and closed her eyes, allowing him to escape from her blank stare. He numbly wiped his hands on the handkerchief that was offered to him and stood, his chest feeling like it was collapsing in on itself and nearly exploding at the same time.

It felt like an out-of-body experience. Ignis watched himself rattle off orders and he watched the staff around him scramble to fulfill them. Iris’ body was placed in the standard bag (there wasn’t any other bag for the body, yet this still felt so wrong to him) and carted off for forensic examination. People milled about him, collecting data from the crime scene to file away for further investigation.

Ignis stood. And he couldn’t bring himself to move, couldn’t get his muscles to listen to him, couldn’t get his brain to process anything more than breathing and Iris Amicitia’s death.

His phone was ringing. The sound was so foreign against the ringing in his own ears. It took a gentle tap on his shoulder and a small, “Detective Scientia, your phone,” to snap him out of his reverie enough for him to answer it.

“Hello?” he said with the same measured tone he always used, even if he felt like he was dying.

“Hey, Igs,” Gladio’s voice rumbled on the other side of the line, and Ignis’ stomach dropped to his feet. “What’s this huge case everyone’s going on about?”

Ignis’ voice was hoarse. “You don’t know?”

“No?” Gladio sounded so confused, and Ignis hated it. “All I’ve heard is that there was a murder--”

“She’s dead, Gladio.” Ignis’ insides were twisting tight and coiling, choking his voice and his mind. He couldn’t think straight. It was Gladio on the other end of the line, and it was Iris who was in the bag--

“That’s typically what happens at a murder, Igs,” Gladio sounded uneasy.

“No,” Ignis forced out.

There was silence.

Gladio’s tone was level, but only barely, and Ignis knew -- he could feel that there was an even worse storm brewing inside of his friend, to be barely concealed by those amber eyes. “Iris?”

“I’m sorry.”

And Ignis tried to deliver the news without allowing so much emotion into it, but this whole thing was ripping him to shreds, and the anguished sound that left the speaker did nothing to help him. Ignis wanted this feeling to pass already, he wanted this to be a nightmare. He wanted--

He wanted--

Ignis was still apologizing even after the line went dead. The phone buzzed next to his ear and he apologized to it, to the ground, to the rising sun.

He wanted this to be over. He wanted to forget how death looked on Iris’ face, he wanted to forget how her blood felt on his hands, he wanted to forget the emptiness he saw in her eyes, he wanted to forget the sound that Gladio made.

Ignis was beyond ready to wake up from this nightmare of a morning.

Still, he continued on, as he had to.

It was 7 AM when he arrived at the station. It was 7:05 AM when the tears Ignis finally allowed to fall hit the floor in Gladio’s office.