hi again, robin :)! i'm here to ask a bit more about your ffxv s/i!
have you ever thought of any in-game interactions they'd have with the other party members?
do panchi, noctis and prompto use any pet names for each other? if so, which ones? do they get to go on any dates during the trip :O?
And I'm happy to answer!! :D
I have thought about interactions between my s/i and Ignis/Gladio! In terms of Dialogue, I don't have anything in particular, i'd need to replay the game ^^" One thing is certain though and that is that both have to be subjected to Panchi's bad puns-
But in terms of dynamics, Panchi really respects Ignis and always calls him by his name instead of "Iggy" because of it. Panchi often helps him out with cooking! ...and trying to persuade Noct to eat his veggies. I'm sure the two have bits of dialogue centered around Noct and his well-being. Noctis aside though, Panchi probably has a few lines of dialogue trying to mimic his accent-afjsnfnd Maybe finding a random ingredient and asking "Hey Ignis! Think you can come up with a new recipe with this?"
As for Gladio, Panchi was kinda intimidated by him at first ngl-agksjfndj He's much bigger and stronger than them so they were pretty nervous. But once Panchi gets to know him better, two also get along pretty well! Gladio absolutely has teased the three of them-afksnf All three have such an obvious crush on each other! How can he not? Also once Panchi realized they've caught Feelings™ for their best friends, Gladio is the first one that Panchi goes to for advice. They've probably learned a pick-up line or two from him and used it on Noct and Prompto-gjdnfjddj
As for petnames for Noct/Prompto/Panchi...Panchi just uses more classic stuff like "Love(s)" and "Dear(s)"! Sometimes they'll call Noct and Prompto "My moon and sun" which I think is pretty sweet! Panchi also likes calling them "My King(s)", they always enjoy seeing how flustered they both get from it (especially if it was before the three got married). For individual ones though, Panchi has always affectionately and playfully refered to Noct as "Prince" since y'know. He's a prince. For Prompto, they sometimes playfully call him a Chocobo-but hey! Chocobos are pretty cute if you ask Panchi! I have a hard time thinking about what Noct and Prompto call Panchi since I get pretty flustered but I do think it'd be cute if they both call Panchi their Star 👉👈
In terms of dates...I guess it depends on which canon we follow? If we follow canon exactly then no bc neither of them are dating (even if they all do have feelings for each other) but the three have wandered on their own a few times either bc Prompto wanted to take a photo or Panchi saw something they wanted to grab or look at for their scrapbook or Noctis saw a perfect finishing spot-okay. Maybe it was more than a few times...But yeah! There is this one time where the three look up at the stars together and get all close..just Guys being Dudes! Just some good ol Bromance! (It was not just a Bromance)
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Chapter Seven: Illumination (Finale)
Ignis Fatuus Masterlist
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Illumination: intellectual or spiritual enlightenment
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When your eyes open again, Jemison's star seems to be rising, its rays shining through the room's window. You blink and look around, confused at first. Why aren't you waking up in bed on Paradiso? Where was Sam...? Suddenly, you remember. You were attacked by pirates. You had killed them all, but Sam had... Sam!
You sit up immediately, turning to look at him. Had he woken up while you were asleep? Someone would have told you, right? You squeeze your fingers where they're wrapped around his, but he doesn't stir. If it weren't for the consistent beeping of his heart monitor, you would think he was...
What if he didn't wake up? What if you hadn't done enough? They said he was stable, but accidents happen all the time! What if he died thinking you were still mad at him?
You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if your last real conversation was a fight. You can't find it in yourself to care about what he did anymore anyway. What matters is that he wakes up.
Sam stirs in his sleep, and you focus back on him immediately. When his eyebrows furrow, you reach up to brush the hair out of his face, hoping it will help soothe him. Eventually, he stills again, and you sigh.
What are you going to do if he never wakes up? You'll never hear him laugh again, or feel his hugs, or hear him call you "Darlin'"...
A tear hits the back of your hand. You sniff, and another falls, this time landing on the bed. You think back to how wonderful the week was when it was just you and him, before you figured out you loved him, and before you found out he already knew. How comforting having him around you had been. What if you never had that again? Who would you talk to when you were excited, or cry to when you were upset? Who would get excited with you about space or help you find books for Cora? Oh, Cora.
Your tears at this point have become a waterfall, and you bury your head in your arms, sobbing. He couldn't leave you like this. You've only just realized how you feel; surely you deserve some time to figure out what to do about it! Even if you only get his teasing for the rest of your life, you'll take it if it means you're with him.
You're so distraught that it takes you a moment to recognize the feeling of a hand rubbing up and down your back. You take a hiccupping breath before letting out a stuffy, "go away; I'm still not leaving," against your arms.
When an achingly familiar, raspy voice answers with, "Well, that's not fair; I'm pretty sure this is my room, Darlin'," you almost don't believe your ears.
You sit up and turn to look at the head of the bed, scrubbing the tears out of your eyes. Sam has somehow sat himself up without you noticing, his eyes crinkled in a tired smile. He opens his mouth to say something else, but you stand, surging forward before he can speak. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck and bury your face against his skin, careful not to put your weight on him, but hugging as tightly as you can.
Sam lets out a soft laugh and returns the hug immediately, arms wrapped around your waist.
He somehow has enough strength to move you, pulling you closer until you have to sit on the edge of the bed. After you've shifted, he leans back, reaching up to brush some of your hair out of your face.
"All these tears for me? Last I checked you hated me."
He's teasing, but you can tell there's some sincere worry behind the question. You shake your head.
"I don't hate you. I love you just as much as I did before. That's why you messing with me hurt so much, remember?"
Sam stares at you, suddenly stock still, but you don't pay it much mind. You're turning to grab him some water from the night stand when his hand on yours stops you. You turn back to him, and you're surprised by the shocked look on his face. Why was he looking at you like that?
He takes your face in his hands, making you focus your gaze on his. His voice is urgent, as if your next words would determine whether he lived or died.
"Could you say that again, please?"
You blink.
"I don't hate you? I was just hurt because you knew how I felt and still flirted and teased and..."
His expression is slowly changing from shock to incredulous joy, and you suddenly feel nervous.
"That's..." you clear your throat, "That is why you apologized before right?" He doesn't respond, and you start to panic, eyes darting to look anywhere but him. What if he hadn't known you were in love with him? What if he had been apologizing for something else? Had you just confessed to him?
His thumbs swipe across your cheeks, and it jolts you out of your thoughts. He tilts his head down to try and get you to look at him.
"I'm gonna need you to say that one more time, Darlin'."
You glance up at him, and try to figure out the expression on his face. He seems excited, and while a few seconds ago you would have guessed he was teasing you again, now... you take a deep breath. Even if he hadn't known before, there was no changing that he knew now.
"I don't hate you. I don't think I could even if I wanted to." He nods at you to keep going, eyes bright with joy, "I was angry, because I was under the impression that you knew I was in love with you, and decided to flirt with me anyway."
His smile is blinding now, and he pulls you gently towards him, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry for making you say it so many times, Darlin'. I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming."
Your eyebrows furrow, searching his face for insincerity. He catches on, and his grin dims slightly.
"You really thought I was just messing with you this whole time?"
You nod, face still resting in his palms. He shakes his head in response. "Oh, Darlin', no. Last week might have been the best week of my life; I finally got to dote on you the way I've always wanted to." He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before leaning back to meet your eyes again. "I've been completely head over heels for you since you brought Cora 'A Brief History of Time'."
At your shocked look, he shrugs.
"I don't know how our wires got crossed, Baby, but I was apologizing because I thought I had pushed too far. You ran off as if I was a terramorph; I was sure that you had figured out I was in love with you and were disgusted."
It's your turn to shake your head. "Stars above, No! I had just realized I was in love with you. I thought you at least liked me a little, with how you were kissing me," you feel your face start to heat up at the memory, and Sam's smile widens when he feels it against his palms, "but when you put my hand on your gun, I convinced myself it was all for show. I was heartbroken."
Sam hums in understanding, letting one hand drift down to under your chin, tilting your head up slightly.
"Well, let me make myself clear," he leans in, pressing another kiss to your forehead, and then to each of your eyelids, and then to your nose. He makes his way down one cheek before stopping just shy of your mouth. He smirks at your lidded eyes and expectant, parted lips, but makes sure you're looking at him before he continues, "I meant every single thing I did and said to you, Baby Girl, and I would be the happiest man in the Settled Systems if you let me keep doing and saying those things for the rest of our lives. I love you, Darlin. More than I ever thought possible."
At your smile, he presses a sound kiss to your lips.
The rest of Constellation peeks into Sam's room carefully, not wanting to wake either of you up if you were still asleep. When they instead find you both happily cuddled together, laughing, and trading kisses, Cora is the only one able to put into words what they're all thinking.
"Finally!"
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Thank you for reading my series! I hope you liked it! :)
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