i command.

[donotserve]

antimundi:

“I haven’t heard a ‘please’ yet. Why should I oblige?”

‘ noctis. ’ he sounds abashed for all of five seconds, before– ‘ ...if i said please? that’s all it would take? ’

[donotserve]

‘ if you would cover my eyes and ears throughout, then perhaps–– ’ / @antimundi. response to.

[donotserve]

antimundi:

It felt like falling, it felt like freezing. He knew to be wary, he had. But Noctis had wholly believed the defection was real. Looking at his garb, it was obvious Ravus’ loyalties always lay with Tenebrae, and he’d thought that enough to trust. But when Prompto had returned from his escapades with Aranea in Niflheim, it became clear what was true and what wasn’t when those sensitive documents had been returned with one especially damning in the context of this. Noctis collected himself as those very words tolled loudly in his mind, quick and virulent in its approval. He’d been naive. So fucking, damning naive. Even as Niflheim was in shambles he didn’t know who to trust.

Though the boot on his chest was removed, besmirching to Ravus’ very person, the blade was not. Still trained on him even as Noctis lowed the cloud of rage as betrayal and hurt refused to show their ugly faces. He’d wanted to believe that this new leaf turned was genuine. That there had been some kind of realness to their relationship, that reconciliation could’ve been had. Gods, his chest hurt so damn much–

“I trusted you,” he admitted brokenly, voice cracking. How the hell could he? He– No, it wouldn’t be admitted aloud. What they’d become, hell if he knew. But he wouldn’t say it. Not here.

“I let you here with the belief we could repair what had been broken by that invasion. By what we had before between our kingdoms. I had no knowledge of this, Ravus! I just had no fucking idea.” The words slipped venomously from his throat, and he hadn’t wanted to believe it, but it all fit together too perfectly. Everything played out like it had twelve years ago. But, what he’d thought was a repeat operation by a matricidal general became clearer and clearer. Especially for someone who’d resented his kingdom for so long. “Wonder if you planned on stabbing me in the back sooner or later.”

there isn’t a single instant where ravus tries to avoid this; it’s a thing that is a long time coming, and he deserves every single ounce of the venom being spat down at him. he deserves the biting anger, the sword looming dangerously over his throat. in an single moment, the man that hs become ravus’ entire world could be the end of his life. it’s heartbreaking. it’s nearly more than he can bear. but ravus’ entire life has been filled with tragedy that’s been nearly more than he could bear. he’s had practice. 

oh, but he never could have been prepared for this. never. he puts up a strong face, in spite of the pain he feels. he doesn’t close his eyes. he doesn’t look away. he wasn’t lying: since abandoning his post in niflheim for the maddening fire in his chest, he has always intended to let noctis choose his fate. always. 

‘ there was a time, a very long time, where i sought your family harm. i can offer no excuses for that, no reasons. everything leading up to the point of me coming here, i regret. desperately. the things i chose to be a part of, and those i was forced into- i regret it all. there is no reason or excuse i can give you that will change who i was before- before... ’ he has to breathe, but it’s so hard. the lump in his throat is so painful. hot, wet lines trail down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes. ‘ ...before i was brought to my senses. you choose what becomes of me. you’ve always been in control of that. ’

if that choice is the stroke of metal against his flesh, then so be it. it’s no less than what he’s earned, and ravus knows it. 

‘ but- but before you choose, please, i have to say this. since coming here, i have wanted nothing more than to be yours. nothing. what arguments we have had, i regret, gods, i wish i were a person who could have enjoyed the time we had together more peacefully. i would not harm a single hair on your head. i would never betray you. any questions you have, i’ll answer. i’ll tell you anything. ’ 

i love you. 

‘ i am yours. years late, and after participating him innumerable harmful acts. so late. but i am yours now. that is all i ask you to know. all i ask you to trust. ’

[sidestuiff]

Arranged marriage AU starter sentences

[symbolmemes]

sidestuiff:

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

“I don’t think this is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through with this.”

I decided to add some more political/ royalty specific themed ones:

“I can do this. For the sake of our kingdoms.”

“This is a good match. Our families’ alliance will be stronger than ever.”

“Aren’t you happy to give your future for your people?”

“I’ll try my best to be a good husband/wife/spouse. Though I don’t feel like I’m ready. The threat of war couldn’t wait, though it seems.”

“Even though this was chosen for us as children, I could never be ready for the day.”

“I don’t want this, but I won’t turn my back on an alliance to save my people.”

“You’re a worthy prize to stay my hand. Thanks to your beauty, your people won’t suffer anymore. Aren’t you glad?”

“A prince/princess/royal for little old me? The approach of my forces must have really terrified you.” 

“Our heirs will surely be beautiful, at least.”

“Is this the only way to save our kingdoms? Not that you’re not lovely. I just don’t feel ready.” 

And some same sex ones:

“Though the question of an heir remains, I’d say I got lucky.”

“Desperate enough to give you to me even though there will be no heir. I must say I’m pleased.”

“I never thought I’d be able to marry who I wanted– at least you’re my type. It’s a start.”

“I can’t believe my father/mother/parent listened to me. At least I don’t have to hide who I am with you, right?” 

[donotserve]

it’s a sickening sort of feeling, returning to this dynamic after so torturously and slowly convincing himself to trust noctis again. he saw this coming, all those months ago, when he finally dragged himself across gralean frozen wastelands and arid lucian countrysides to abandon his ties to niflheim. he saw this coming. it would be far too kind, for fate to allow him to gain and keep noctis’ trust, after spending an entire adult life vying for vengeance of his own. after spending an entire adult life dreaming absently about murdering someone who once was not only his friend, but lunafreya’s, and stella’s, and- 

he knew, coming here, that the uneasy peace that he and noctis had formed wouldn’t last. he’d resisted growing comfortable with him for as long as he had because he knew this was coming. but noctis had worn him down, in time, only for- this. perhaps it had been planned. maybe to make this hurt all the worse, noctis had wormed his way into ravus’ heart and soul just to make the pain of killing him so much worse.

somehow, ravus has difficulty believing that. he has difficulty believing most negative thoughts about noctis, now, even as the young king looms over him with intent to kill. 

‘ i can’t give you any more reason than what i’ve given you in these recent months, noctis. ’ he hates little more in this life than he hates feeling vulnerable and trapped, he hates being made to feel small and helpless. but, now pinned and captive, he doesn’t resist- he can’t. ‘ i have given all i have to you, everything that wasn’t already stolen from me. i did terrible things. i came here choosing to let you handle that fact how you wished. ’ / @antimundi. response to.

[donotserve]

nyx is just!!! gonna kiss the freckle on his nose!!!

‘ a bit lower, perhaps. ’ he suggest, smiling faintly. ‘ you’ve missed. ’ / @servomundi. 

[allofeos]

[donotserve]

Ravus really liked testing him, didn't he? Sharply contradicting him at this meeting of important minds, but Noctis knew the look in Ravus' eyes. That defiance. That spark that both infuriated and aroused him. Enough that it had seen Ravus bent harshly over his study's desk on his abdomen, arms bound by Noctis' silky black tie. Molding his own form partially to Ravus', looming over him with his fingers merciless on his sex, he murmured, "You just love disobeying me, don't you?"

‘ i - ’ / @antimundi.

his breathing is already hitched, his words puffing out between mutinous breaths that betray how gone he truly is for noctis in moments like this. were he a less disciplined man than he is today, he’d have long since fallen apart, eyes rolled back into his head and ready to simple take whatever noctis is offering. but- no, no; he doesn’t fall limp against the hard, polished wood of the desk. he cranes his neck back; it’s a bit of an awkward twist, but it doesn’t hurt and he wants to see noctis as he snaps back---

‘ i was merely... offering advice, majesty, ’ he sucks in a breath, evens his tone despite the difficulty; he’s shaking at the knees, well aware that were this desk to disappear into the aether he’d topple over in a matter of seconds. and as much as he’d enjoy being flat on his face against the floor for noctis, now is not the time to dwell on that fantasy. 

‘ a second opinion. to ensure the loss of less forces on the accordan front- ’

[donotserve]

@servomundi​:

     ❝Very funny,❞ she quips back, though her tone and expression gave away that she found it quite the opposite. Nevertheless, when his office chair is turned, Nyx finds herself a spot on his lap, curling into him as if she was much smaller, and not the same height as her lover. Her temple rests against his shoulder, a sigh ghosting over his neck as her gaze turns up to his, ❝And I don’t mean to make you nervous. You just are so seldom there when I wake, I get worried. What time did you wake up today? Nightmares still bothering you?❞ // @donotserve​ & continued.

‘ ...you worry too much, ’ he doesn’t deny the issue at the heart of her concerns, though. he glances towards the clock, then back to her. ‘ it wasn’t quite as early as you make it out to be. i would wake up far earlier, in gralea. 4:30am only seems early because you’ve grown used to his majesty’s sleeping habits. ’ he rests one hand at her lower back, but lets the other one linger far away- he doesn’t like that one, despite it’s uses. he’d get rid of it, if that were at all... easy. or nonlethal. 

[horrificmemes]

Tell my muse “You’ll speak when spoken to, or not at all. Understand?” for their reaction.

[donotserve]

antimundi:

“We’re actually agreeing on something here. Who are you and what have you done with the real Ravus?”

‘ i- ’ ravus scrunches up his brow. ‘ the real ravus. he’s tired. but if you would rather us find something to bicker about--- ’

[donotserve]

antimundi:

“Yeah, yeah. What, you could sing it better?”

‘ i’ve a voice like nails on a chalkboard, noctis. stella was always the songbird. ’

[donotserve]

antimundi:

“Des yeux qui font baisser les miens Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche Voilà le portrait sans retouche De l'homme auquel j'appartiens–”

‘ i was wondering what dog was howling in the garden. ’

[donotserve]

She's quiet as she nears, not wanting him to know she's there at first. When Nyx reaches Ravus, her arms wind around his neck loosely from behind, and she nuzzles into his neck, a kiss placed on his jaw. "Hey there, handsome."

‘ handsome? oh, noctis is in the bedroom, ’ he muses, smirking despite his self-deprecating humor. from his chair, he tilts his head back, arching it somewhat awkwardly over the headrest so that he can meet her gaze more clearly. ‘ you’ve been sneaking about all morning, i take it? it makes me nervous, when you do that. ’ he plants a lazy kiss to the tip of her nose, before sitting straight and spinning his chair around to face her. / @martyrisnox.

[donotserve]

‘ were the trident a foot longer and you a slight more flexible, i’d say we could make a dragoon out of you in time. ’ he snorts, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe to one of the long-abandoned training rooms in the insomnian citadel. they’ve remained here, to assist in the rebuilding efforts and recovering from their own, decade’s worth of illnesses and injuries. 

‘ have you been here all morning? ’ / @starcried.

[donotserve]

' you're cold... ' he mumbles, nosing against the back of ignis' neck. he drags the covers up over them both, where before they’d rested at waist height. ' you went somewhere this morning? in the middle of a snowstorm?' / @sage-fire.

[starcried-blog]

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